Chapter 16
Suzanne heard the front door close and rushed into the living room and met Chad with a bear hug and big wet smooch.
"We killed them, babe," Chad exclaimed. "One game, I rolled a 299, and we blew them right out of the building. Next week, we're going to take the finals."
"Good for you, darling," she said. "Why don't I take you to dinner to celebrate?"
"I don't know, babe," he said, frowning, "it's been a long, exciting weekend, and I'm bushed."
"No," she said, shaking her head, "I'm not going to let you put me off this time. Everybody needs a hobby, and I'm happy for you that you win tournaments, but you must stop putting bowling ahead of me. In case you've forgotten, I'm your wife, and I demand equal time."
"Whoo, you're really up on your hind legs tonight." He thought he ought to sound put out, but couldn't quite manage it. She seldom put her foot down, but when she did, he melted like a piece of chocolate on a hot sidewalk. "Okay, if that's the way it's going to be, we'll go to dinner."
"Good," she said firmly. "I just got out of the tub, so all I have to do is put on some clothes. Is there a special way you want me to dress?"
"I don't know. Are we going some place imagine?"
"Where we're going doesn't matter. What I want to know is, should I wear something that shows a lot of skin?"
"Gee, I don't know. What do you want to wear?"
"Something that shows a lot of skin," she chuckled. "I want you to look at me all during dinner and think about what I'm going to do to you when we get home."
"I've never seen this side of you," he said, puzzled, yet pleased, by the abrupt change in her behavior. It was abrupt to him, anyway. He had no way of knowing that she was merely treating him the way she treated her other men.
Suddenly, she realized that she had inadvertently discovered the key to his character. She cocked her head slightly to one side and smiled coyly and said, "And?"
"I'll take a shower while you dress."
She dressed to entice, in a black garter belt and retro black hose with seams up the back, a black silk blouse that she left open nearly to her navel so her bare tits showed, a black silk pleated miniskirt and black fuck-me shoes. Just for good measure, she put on a heavy silver medallion that hung down between her tits and twinkled when she moved. She had never dressed so daring for him, but tonight had taken on a distinctive flavor, and it was justified.
Over dinner, Chad said, "That medallion looks nice."
"How about where it's hanging, does that look nice too?"
"Yeah, it looks better than nice."
"How about the way I'm dressed, it turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it sure does."
"I suppose you want to fuck me when we get home," she said, smiling coyly.
"Yeah, the thought had entered my mind."
"Well, you can't," she said, then chuckled softly, sexily. "I'm going to fuck you, any way I want, as often as I want, and you're going to do whatever I want, including getting it up as often as I want."
"Well, that's a big change. What brought this on?"
"You," she said. "If you won't give me what I want, when I want it, I'm going to take it, not only tonight, but from now on. You don't seem to know how to treat your wife, so I'm going to teach you."
"Hmmm," he said. "What do you do when I'm gone?"
"Hang out with Barbara and chase guys," she replied. "Hank doesn't know how to treat her, either."
"No, seriously, what do you do really?"
"Seriously, Hank doesn't know how to treat her. We hang out together, or I hang out with some of my other girlfriends."
"Do you have fun?"
"Yes, dear, I have lots of fun."
"Okay, I just wanted to be sure you don't get bored."
She squelched a chuckle. She got bored, all right, but not the way he meant. "How's your dinner?"
"Very good, we'll have to do this more often."
"Oh, we will," she said, "and not just having dinner out. I assume you'll be away this coming weekend."
"Yeah, the finals are in Salt Lake City. Hank and I are going to take an extra day off and drive. He doesn't like to fly."
"Hannah Erickson has a little cabin up in the mountains, near Breckenridge. I'll probably go up there for the weekend. If Barbara's interested, I'll take her with me."
"Sounds good," he said. "I hope you have fun."
"Oh, I'm sure we will, darling."
"Well, since you're in charge tonight, what are we going do now? Are we going to stop someplace for a nightcap?"
"Not unless you want me to attack you in a bar," she laughed. "If you need a drink, we have a full liquor cabinet at home."
"Sounds like I might need one later."
On the way home, she sat against the door, half-turned toward him as he drove, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, baring her big, firm tits. "Look at this," she said softly.
He glanced at her, and his cock immediately bulged in his pants. "Jesus, you're naked under that blouse!"
"I thought you could tell," she giggled. "My nipples certainly stuck out enough." She pinched one hard milk bud and gently pulled it, making it even harder.
"Yeah, I was sure you were, but to see the proof this way is something else!"
"You just get us home safely and I'll show you lots of other things."
She played with her nipples, nearly driving him to distraction as he tried to look at her and pay attention to the road at the same time. He pulled into the driveway and she jumped out and trotted into the house, bare tits jiggling, shapely ass wiggling. She went into the living room, and the moment he closed the door, flipped up her skirt and exposed her bare ass to him.
"Damn, no panties, either!"
She turned to face him and grinned. "Yeah, I thought that would excite you." She took off her blouse and unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
"God," he whispered, "sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are."
"Not my fault," she said. "I give you plenty of chances to see me naked." She inhaled slightly and stuck her big tits out at him. "Undress, I want to see how hard your cock is."
"Pretty damn hard," he laughed.
He quickly shed his clothes and his cock stood straight out from his groin, throbbing and bobbing, almost as if it could sense where it was headed and was eager to get there.
"Your cock looks like it's bowing to me," she giggled. She spread her legs so he could see her pussy lips peeking through her red pussy hair and ran her hand over her mound. "It must like what it sees."
"It sure does," he said.
She put her arms around his neck and mashed her tits into his chest. When she told him at dinner that she was going to fuck him, and he didn't object, her pussy started jangling like sleigh bells. Now, it felt as if a full orchestra had taken up residence in it, playing one sprightly tune after the other as loud as they could.
"Mmmmminrnmm," she sighed, her lips coming alive against his and his tongue entered her warm oral cavern to fence with hers.
He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled on it as her mouth worked hungrily against his. Her soft, moist lips quivered, working against his as if she wanted to devour him, and moans of desire bubbled out of her throat as their tongues entwined, rolling over and under each other, her sweet saliva flowing into his mouth.
She stepped back and breathed deeply as she caressed the upper slope of her tits, then cupped them in her palms, presenting the heavy, creamy globes to him, her nipples sticking out like the erasers on those oversized pencils made for kids.
A tiny warning signal flashed through his mind, but the all-consuming lust roaring through him overpowered it, and it didn't fully register. Her bawdy behavior, so un-like the way she usually acted, intimidated him more than a little, and he liked it. For various and sundry reasons that he didn't understand, had never tried to understand, he couldn't bring himself to tell her that strong-willed, aggressive women turned him on. If she had acted this way sooner, she could have had whatever she wanted from him. Well, he wouldn't have given up his bowling, but she wouldn't have gone without sex so much.
"Get on your knees," she said quietly.
He went to his knees and watched her as she walked slowly to him, one hand holding a tit and her other hand rubbing her pussy.
She smiled faintly and said, "Do you like my body?"
"Yes," he whispered, "it's exquisite."
"How about my pussy?"
"It's delectable," he whispered.
She kept her hand in her crotch and smiled as she tangled the fingers of her other hand in his hair and straddled his shoulders. "Then worship it," she said softly, peeling the bloated lips of her nether lips apart, opening the way for his tongue. "Show me how delectable you think it is."
She bent his head back and pressed her snatch down, and a titillating taste filled his mouth as the nest of red hair in her crotch covered his lips. She put one foot on the chair and impetuously pressed his mouth to her humid cunt, rocking her hips smoothly back and forth, smearing her liquefied quim all over his face, forcing him to tongue her from the top of her gash to her ass-hole.
"Mmmmmm, your tongue feels wonderful," she whispered. "You like for me to make you lick my cunt, don't you?"
He grunted in the affirmative, confirming that she had discovered what made him tick, which buttons to push to turn him on. He suspected that she had only one button to push, the one in the top of her slit, and she would push it herself if he wasn't around to push it for her.
She had a little secret of her own, one she wasn't going to tell him. Her clit was her magic button, and it ruled her. She pushed it often, but not nearly as often as she got somebody else to push it for her. Now that she had discovered his secret, she was going to take full advantage of it, but she wasn't going to keep her knees together or push her own button when there were so many people out there willing to push it for her.
She never had to look for guys or girls to fuck. They were simply there, and so available. The men fell all over themselves in their eagerness to accommodate her, to let her ride their cocks as long as she wished, in any way she wished, and the girls couldn't get their heads between her shapely thighs quickly enough.
"You like for me to lick your cock, too, don't you?" She didn't expect an answer. She didn't need one. She knew his knees got weak just thinking about sticking his cock in her gifted mouth. She stepped back and pulled him to his feet and pushed him into the chair, then got on her knees between his legs and pinched his nipples hard. "I'm going to lick your dick, just because you like it so much, but you can't cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?"
The notion of having to hold off his climax until she let him cum thrilled him. And he knew that she knew it. "Yes," he said huskily, "I understand."
She leaned forward and her tongue flicked out and traced paths of fire around his nipples and down his belly. She curled her tongue around the head of his cock. Then her mouth closed over his distended knob and she glanced up at him, her lips shining wetly and her eyes sparkling.
She knew what he was thinking, knew that he wanted her to play the mild master with him. Well, she had lots of experience at that game, and it was a one-way street. No man had even been able to control her, and none ever would. Reveling in the knowledge that she could do whatever she pleased with him, she set about loving his pulsating prick.
She let his strong prong slide into the depths of her hot mouth and his muscles tensed and waves of ecstasy washed over him. She pressed his prick firmly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and bobbed her head slowly up and down, absorbing more and more of his lance until the head was against the back of her throat and the hair around his shaft tickled the tip of her nose.
Reaching between his thighs with both hands, she cupped his balls and massaged the heavy orbs, sending new shock waves of enchantment through him, then lifted her head from his towering tool and traced the tip of her tongue along the inside his thighs.
She played with his nuts and wrapped her other hand around his shaft and stroked him gently and teased the tip of his dick with her tongue. Abruptly, she gobbled his cock again, shoving it deep into her throat with an intense, nerve-tingling plunge, felt it throb hard, and quickly pulled away.
"You're losing control," she said throatily. "Come with me."
She walked away slowly, deliberately exaggerating the swing of her ass, went to the bedroom and lay in the middle of the bed, legs spread, one knee flexed, and idly fingered her slit.
He stood by the bed a few moments, ogling her lush, naked body. "You're so sexy, so beautiful," he said, his voice husky with lust. "I don't know what's come over you."
"But you like it," she chuckled. "All you need to know is that you're going to fuck me, as often as I want it."
She reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed and fused her body to his. She put one arm around his neck and slid her other hand down his back and pressed her fingers into the base of his spine, then crooked her fingers and scratched his backbone from the crack of his ass to his shoulders, using just slightly less than painful pressure as she pressed her lips wetly against his and stabbed her tongue into his mouth with abandon, leaving no doubt that she was in charge.
He grunted and shivered and fondled her shapely ass. He knew her body well, yet somehow it felt different every time he touched it. He ran his finger down the deep groove, tickled her ass-hole, then extended his finger so he could feel the heat from her twat.
She broke the kiss and looked at him with humid eyes and murmured, "Mmmmmm, that feels good."
She hunched at him, and her plump pussy mound acted as a strong stimulant to his throbbing dick as she twisted against it, her pussy getting wetter and more excited. He slipped his fingers into the deep, hot divide between her firm cheeks, and she grabbed his prick and yanked it vigorously.