We Need To Talk About Suzie - Sex Stories

We Need To Talk About Suzie

... would beam me a huge smile and would then appear by my side and kiss me, before heading off again into the crowd of friends.

And in bed that night, we made love, as passionately and as intensely as we ever had and when she orgasmed, she arched her back and almost screamed in delight.

So, I was surprised when Emma returned from her mid-week lunch with Suzie, looking rather less happy than she had been since the weekend. But, as she explained how Suzie had told her about how her father knew me, I could understand her concern.

It had been Suzie’s father who had picked her up after her date with Emma that Saturday, and they had seen us walking down the road, and he had recognised me. And now, it turns out, Suzie had realised she knew Emma, as she often went to the cricket with her father and even remembered our children.

“Fucking hell Eddie, this is fucking ridiculous. Whatever was I thinking!”

Emma had just realised that Suzie, this utterly gorgeous she-goddess, was the same age as our daughter. And I was also more than slightly concerned that the daughter of someone who knows us, and hence will know many other people who also know us, now knows more about our secret life than they should.

“Emma, how much did you tell her about us?”

“I told you what I told her. And before you ask, no I didn’t tell her I fuck random men while you watch,” but, before I could reply, Emma stormed out of the bedroom.

I gave her five minutes before venturing downstairs. She ...

... wasn’t in the kitchen but the door to the garage was open and that was where I found Emma, smashing the fuck out of my punch bag.

I left her to it and retreated to the relative safety at the top of the garden.

Emma

“Emma, to be honest, I cannot believe she is going to tell her father. Can you imagine the conversation?” No, I couldn’t. But, in the last year or so, we had been pushing our luck, and we both knew that. And, if I was being honest, it had been principally me that had been pushing us this way.

In the previous ten years, we had managed to keep our secret life exactly that, a secret. But, as we had become more adventurous and, as Eddie’s job had changed so his weekly overnight stays around the country had all but stopped, we had been pushing the line. True, we had had a few overseas trips but even those had come to an end.

The ramifications of our secret becoming common knowledge, well, common knowledge amongst our wide circle of friends, was not something either of us wanted to contemplate. But if our family found out? No, that was the ultimate nightmare.

We spent that night and most of the following day quietly chatting, trying to think of the various scenarios that could unfold. And it was late in the day that I saw I had a message. Yes, it was from Suzie.

“Eddie, look at this!” I said, running downstairs to the kitchen and, after he had read the short message, he looked at me and smiled.

“Well, I think we have made more of this than she has,” ...