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Watching Susy 9

... glamorous pair of killer heels. Finished in a shiny black luster, they had an impressive six-inch heel that added an extra level of edginess.

"Vanessa has really stoked your inner slut, my love."

"She has. I feel so turned on just wearing this."

Me too, I thought as Susy's sweet perfume filled my nostrils. Her thick raven hair cascaded over her shoulders and onto the small of her back. Her kissable lips looked like a slash of crimson as she pouted and preened. I gripped the arms of my armchair as I watched her hips roll as she strutted for me in the main room of our home in Surrey. My cock stirred as she turned her back to me so that my gaze could linger on that stupendous backside of hers.

"Fucking beautiful," I mused as my dick throbbed with a certain longing for the times when we were first married and we rutted like animals in heat.

"You think Vanessa will approve?"

"A hundred percent. She'll have eyes out on stalks."

"When does she get here?"

As Susy spoke those words, I heard the doorbell. Our hired Dominatrix had arrived. I hurried to the door to open it and was greeted by the stunning blonde we had met not so long ago. My wife and I had both always been pretty straightforward and normal in our attitude toward sex. Well, fairly straightforward. Considering I let Susy openly take other men to bed on the condition I am there to watch her get fucked silly. So when she said she wanted a bit of submission and sapphic action, I was thoroughly turned ...

... on and intrigued. Vanessa brought a bag of tricks on her initial visit and a good time had been enjoyed by one and all.

"Good evening, Vanessa. And how are you?"

She shot me a withering look and wagged her index finger at me.

"That's MISTRESS Vanessa. Are you getting senile or what? I shan't tell you again."

I gulped and nodded. Nice way to start. She was a surly bitch and no mistake. As she brushed by me I saw that she was wearing a backless black dress that dipped so low that it showed off the tops of her nether cheeks. The way this woman stood, with her head held proudly high and her slightly haughty attitude, saw her ooze confidence and a superior air. Although I had lived a full and sexually active life, even before marrying Susy, I always felt some reticence in the company of those like her. Susy joined us in her chosen lingerie with a big smile and a bounce in her step.

"Hola, Mistress Vanessa. You look fabuloso."

Vanessa huffed and waved a dismissive hand and proceeded to take off her dress. The statuesque blonde stood resplendent in all her naked glory. Teetering on her six-inch stiletto heels, her bountiful bust heaved and my eyes were drawn to her supple thighs that tapered into her lush bush of golden pubes. She looked again at Susy and took out some things from her bag.

"Well, we're not wearing 'shoelaces' tonight, my little Latina slut. I have something more exciting in mind. Strip off."

Susy took off her special outfit and in a moment was ...