Extenuating Circumstances 0101

Author’s Note: This first part of Chapter 01, in what is a three-part chapter, does not have any sex in it. For those familiar with my writing style, you will understand when I say this is primarily a descriptive section, introducing the characters and laying the groundwork for future chapters. There is quite a bit of teasing, flashing, and groping, but fairly tame compared to future chapters. Hope you enjoy it …

Extenuating Circumstances 01 – The beginning, Part 1/3

Suzanne took another sip from her glass of chilled white wine and crossed her legs, her fingers moist from the condensation upon the glass; however, she barely took notice of the wet cool sensation. Sitting upon the tall bar stool she was more acutely aware of the hem on her black dress riding up her thigh and exposing the laced tops of her black stockings—as well as the garters attached to them. But even being in public, sitting in the middle of a hotel bar in a room full of businessmen, she did nothing to fix her revealing attire—she had been implicitly instructed to let her body be seen by anybody and everybody in the bar, specifically warned not do anything to hide her body even in the event of an extreme ‘wardrobe malfunction.’

Of course, showing off a little leg was by no means an extreme revelation, having other things to worry about. In a very short time she would be showing off a lot more than a little leg, she thought morosely, taking another sip from her glass in an attempt to forget why she was here and totake her mind off the room full of men obviously watching her. Looking for any reason to distract her thoughts, Suzanne looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. What she saw was not the normal, care-free, and somewhat straight-laced twenty-four-year old she was used to seeing, a woman happily married and living in a nice gated suburban neighborhood. The woman looking back at her from the mirror was a complete stranger, the opposite of everything she had been. The woman in the mirror across the bar was dressed for sex, her long wavy ‘bronde’ hair cascading over her shoulders and resting upon the unconcealed swell of flesh at her chest, her breasts bulging and practically hanging out of her immodest cocktail dress. The satin black dress hugged her body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. It was open in the front, a wide slashed cut-out across her chest, unashamedly exposing more of her natural 35C fleshy mounds than she was comfortable with—but once again she had little choice in the matter. The dress was held gingerly around her neck by a thick ribbon, and without it, the dress would have left her half naked, the back of the dress completely opened down to the soft swell and ‘Y’ of her ass. Without needing to look at her full figure in the mirror, Suzanne knew practically two-thirds of her body was exposed to the men around her.
So no, she was not concerned about showing off a little leg. When she had first entered the hotel lounge almost a half-hour ago, she had been reminded of an old investor commercial—every man in the room had immediately stopped their conversation and turned to openly watch her. Suzanne had been overwhelmed by the uninhibited attention, her breasts immediately swelling in response as her nipples attempted to escape the thin fabric stretched across them. It was not just the attention causing her body to respond, but the reaction towards the feeling of complete insignificance, her small five-foot figure having to look up to meet the gaze of every man in the bar. Even the high-heeled black patent platform leather Mary Jane shoes she was wearing did not help with her height, merely serving to accessorize her body and outfit, only serving to accentuating her athletic legs even more.
Overall she felt completely dominated by the towering maleness around her. But Suzanne also felt an ironic sense of power, her femininity causing the men to part before her like Moses and the Red Sea as she walked up to the bar, a tall bar stool miraculously becoming vacant. As she scooted upon the high seat, her skirt riding up her thighs, she knew she was utterly on display to the entire lounge. Since entering, over half of the well-dressed businessmen had approached her, attempting to make small talk, some offering to buy her a drink, and all leaving as it became apparent they were not making any headway with her. Unlike when she normally went out and men talked to her, now there was no pretense amongst them of wanting nothing more than to use her body to slake their lust. In fact, two men had openly asked her if they could fuck her, and the knowledge caused her heart to race, leaving parts of her body to throb incessantly.
Glancing around the room, Suzanne could tell from the looks of the other half of the men around her, that they too would eventually work up the courage to approach her. None of the men made any effort to hide their lust for her, and although some of the men discretely watched her out of the periphery of their eyes, their attention was readily apparent when the room quieted the moment she had crossed her legs. Having such rapt attention from everybody around her was an unusual, yet exhilarating, feeling. Suzanne was not used to gleaning so much attention from men, not because she was unattractive—she always drew plenty of looks wherever she went—but such looks were typically quick appreciative glances, not outright bold stares. Her anxiety arose from being so exposed, uncomfortable flaunting her body so openly. Normally she dressed much more conservatively. And during those times, she did not mind the glances of other men—even a married woman enjoyed knowing she was attractive. However, now, but being dressed in such a revealing outfit, changed the rules of the game, so-to-speak. Whereas ordinarily she would have worn a high-necked dress extending at least down to her knees, her current dress exposed well over half of her tanned flesh, causing her to feel practically naked in the room. But these were extenuating circumstances, she thought, taking another sip from her glass in another feeble attempt to calm her nerves, trying to act nonchalant amidst the room of apparently sex-starved men. Her sister Jennifer was the one who enjoyed showing off her body—enjoying it so much she stripped for a living, telling her younger sister there was nothing more exhilarating than having the primal attentions of every man in a room drawn to you. But unlike her older sister, Suzanne was married. Then she smiled, remembering her sister’s single status would soon be ending, knowing Jenny was engaged to a wonderful man named Dan, her stripping days soon to be over as the couple planned their wedding and finally able to afford paying off their home, allowing Jen to go to school and pursue a better career. Once again looking at her reflection in the mirror, Suzanne knew her dress would definitely be something Jenny would wear. She was on her third glass of wine—none of which she had paid for—yet there were still butterflies in her stomach, her nerves completely frazzled as she thought of the reason she was in the bar in the first place. She could not believe what she was about to do, filled with feelings of dread, trepidation—and she admitted shamefully—exhilaration and excitement. Looking over her shoulder, she met the gaze of her husband David sitting across the room, sipping his bourbon on the rocks as he too scanned the room. He looked closely at each man entering, watching them look at Suzanne with unabashed desire, before he too turned back and once more watched her.
Seeing the heated look in his eyes gave her the same feelings she got from everybody else in the room, his penetrating gaze fitting right in with the other men, each pair of male eyes mentally removing what little was covering her.
As her husband took another drink Suzanne saw his hand shaking, realizing he was as nervous as she felt. And why would he not be nervous, she thought? It was his idea in the first place for her to be with another man, although there were definitely extenuating circumstances which had led to this predicament. It was a long and sordid story on how they had ended up here, and as Suzanne waited, her thoughts drifted back to the year before. Things had happened gradually, neither she nor her husband recalling the exact moment things had ultimately progressed to this point. It had started out innocently enough, her husband seeing how men noticed her and realizing instead of jealousy, he felt aroused, noticing her being asked to attend charity benefits or help out with school functions fairly frequently—even though they themselves had no kids. The requests were seemingly innocuous, and David had enjoyed watching her being looked at by other men, particularly around their neighborhood, and when she and David had needed assistance, it was inevitable such help had come from their neighbors. And with their help, Suzanne had felt increasingly obligated to return their favors.
Again, things had started innocently enough, but had eventually got further and further out of hand. And each time Suzanne did something new, she swore they had reached their limit, only succumbing to another situation where her morals and boundaries crossed the line. It was the results of these extenuating circumstances—sinking deeper and deeper into a quagmire of debauchery—that they found themselves involved with currently, not wanting to do what she was about to do, but inevitably bound to do what she had to do. As Suzanne thought about everything she and David had been through, her mind drifted to the first pivotal event they both agreed had set them on the road leading to their current situation. It was the one moment, a time she had been targeted by the neighborhood men—as well shamefully being placed ‘open on the market’ by her husband…

Henry Fuller was an elderly gentleman in his early sixties, who lived across the street from the young married couple. He had been the first to welcome them into the neighborhood when David and his then newly married bride had moved in, but although they were on friendly terms—waving whenever they were outside doing the lawn together or making small talk at neighborhood parties—they were not necessarily close. Then David had broken his left femur and right ankle on a skiing trip, confining him to a wheelchair for several months. Having her husband disabled was difficult, but they were able to get by, but things were definitely difficult. For example, having only one car, Suzanne was used to them both driving to work or going shopping together, so she was used to her husband doing much of the heavy lifting or taking care of things, things she now had to do alone; however, other than those types of inconveniences, they got by. Then the company David worked for filed for Chapter 13, laying everybody off and closing its doors. Suzanne had just graduated from Community College and was working as a part-time administrative assistant—a fancy word for a secretary—at a medium-sized law firm in the city, making practically nothing for wages. With the loss of David’s insurance and high medical bills owed for David’s accident, they had little money to remaining to pay towards their payments for utilities, the house, and the car, ultimately getting further and further behind on payments. They were basically ‘robbing Peter to pay Paul’—skipping a house payment to be able to pay the car and utilities one month, then the following month skipping the car payment and utilities to pay the house mortgage.
Being young and naïve, they had moved into a residential area promoting a ‘keeping up with the Joneses’ attitude, living slightly above their means, but manageable. It was not until the medical bills arrived when they had realized although they had been able to maintain their bills and payments, they had nothing set aside for those ‘rainy days’ when they needed more. With David out of work and confined to a wheelchair, Suzanne had become the sole bread winner for the house. Work had permitted her to become a full-time employee, which although did not provide enough to pay the bills, they were at least covered by insurance benefits; however, David’s injuries were determined a pre-existing condition and they were alarmed to discover none of his medical bills could be covered. As
such, Suzanne worked any overtime she could in an attempt to make as much money as they could to keep their heads above water in their finances, but with the little she made, it was a losing battle.
With her working all day and well into the evenings, and David not only out of work but practically an invalid, keeping their lawn cared for had been the last thing on their minds.
At least it was until the Home Owner’s Association hit them with a thousand dollar fine.
Suzanne had pleaded with the committee, explaining their current circumstances, but the HOA members—several of them their very own neighbors—had not cared about David’s inability to cut the grass or Suzanne’s job causing her to work morning to night, as well as weekends. Instead they merely suggested the young couple hiring a landscaping service like everybody else in the neighborhood, who also had busy lives. Unfortunately, in their tight money situation, the young couple could not even afford to hire one of the local kids to maintain their lawn, let alone a professional service. If they did not have the money for a landscaping service, how were they expected to pay a fine of such magnitude? They became social outcasts in the neighborhood, having attended a neighborhood barbeque to try and forget their worries for one evening, when the subject of their lawn came up, both deeply ashamed when a few people who had a few too many drinks became vocal, stating their displeasure on how unkempt their yard was, moaning about how it was a disgrace to the neighborhood and lowered the property values of their homes and such. It had reached a point where they were about to leave, ashamed to have even shown their faces at a neighborhood function, when Henry Fuller stepped in, offering to help them out in their time of need with his landscaping company.
Expressing how they could not pay him until David literally got back on his feet again, Henry had genially told them not to worry about money, and they would be able to eventually ‘work something out.’

Suzanne took another sip of her chilled wine as she reminisced. Looking back—hindsight being twenty-twenty—they should have realized something might have been ‘off’ about their neighbor’s offer; however, both her and her husband being young and naïve, and overly concerned about money, they had eagerly accepted Henry’s assistance.
Little did they know their predicament would be the beginning of a twisted path spiraling down to the depths of where Suzanne was now—in a neighboring city’s Hilton lounge, dressed to the nines in a little black dress, her tight figure on display before every horny businessman present for the hotel’s Happy Hour.
Not to mention the actual reason for her being there, her and her husband both knowing she was about to be offered to a stranger for the next three hours. Once more the thoughts of how naïve she and David had been came to mind, neither of them able to even imagine how wicked and degraded people could be. Although Henry had not stated what type of arrangement could be made at the time, the couple had been too thankful for his offer to even question him about it. Even in their most twisted dreams they never would have considered how events would transpire, cascading down a mountainside of debauchery like an avalanche. Suzanne accepted another offer for a drink, not even realizing she had finished her previous glass of wine while she had been daydreaming. She chatted briefly with the gentleman who bought her the drink, but once she quickly realized he was not the one she had been sent here to meet, and him sensing her obvious disinterest, the man moved on, as Suzanne once more became lost in her reverie.

Lo and behold, the next evening following the barbeque, Suzanne arrived home to discover not only had the lawn been meticulously cut, but all of their flower beds had been re-sodded, fresh flowers planted, new flowerbed created, as well as several other considerable improvements had been done to both their front and back yards. Even in the dwindling twilight she could not believe her eyes. Everything was immaculate, their entire yard resembling something from a Better Homes and Garden magazine. It was a complete turnaround from the unkempt, raggedy yard she had left in the morning. David told her he had been awoken first thing in the morning by the lawnmowers, and looking outside, he described it like an army of ants descending upon their lawn, him counting well over twenty men working all day on their yard. They were floored Henry would have gotten what appeared to be his entire company to work on their yard the next day. In appreciation, that night Suzanne baked cookies, taking them over to Henry’s house in thanks for his help.
As he thanked her at the door, the elderly man invited her inside for coffee and to partake of the cookies. Not wanting to insult him, Suzanne graciously accepted, still a trusting person. They chatted for a couple hours, the conversation involving stories about Henry’s wife—now ten years deceased—then his kids, and finally about her own family. Henry was the perfect gentleman, and Suzanne soon became completely relaxed around him, opening up ways she had not talked to with anybody else for a long while. “So are you and David going to the Meyer’s pool party next week?” the elderly man asked at one point, while sipping coffee and nibbling on the cookies Suzanne had baked. “I don’t know,” Suzanne confessed. “After our reception at the barbeque last weekend, David and I are almost ashamed to be seen in public—even after the wonderful job you did with our yard,” she told him, thanking him for the dozenth time. “Even if we did go, we obviously wouldn’t do much swimming,” she smiled. “David will have his cast on for at least another month and can’t get wet, and I don’t want him to feel left out,” she told the older man. “Well, just because he can’t get wet doesn’t mean you have to be a fuddy-duddy and be anti-social,” the elderly man chided her with a smile. Suzanne laughed, knowing what he meant. The Meyers had held a pool party every year since they had moved into the neighborhood—long before Suzanne and David had moved here. While many of the neighborhood parties were often children friendly, the Meyers’ party was refreshingly adults only.
It was not that anything untoward happened, it was simply a chance for the adults—particularly those with children—to get away, relax, and have a nice time with their own generation without having to keep a constant eye out for their kids or keep them entertained.
Unlike the cookout they had attended the past weekend, which was merely an eating social, the Meyers’ pool party held several lawn games throughout the day. Sitting in her neighbor’s kitchen, Suzanne smiled thinking about some of the hilarious fun they had from previous pool events, such as Marco Polo, tag, and so forth.
But most of the games were couple-based, the teams formed by husband and wife, so the main reason Suzanne was not planning on participating was due to David being confined to his wheelchair. It was a shame too, she thought sipping her coffee. Everybody attending the party donated money—at least twenty dollars—into a pot, and at the end of the night the money was divided sixty, thirty, and ten percent to the top winners of the games. She and David had won the very first year they had attended
the party, and Suzanne remembered the winnings being over five hundred dollars. Such money could definitely help out their current situation, allowing them to at least catch up on some of their increasingly delinquent bills. She shrugged at Henry’s comment, answering, “Well, there still wouldn’t be much reason for me to even bother wearing a bathing suit,” she told the older gentleman. “David can’t play any of the games, and they are all for couples—so we may go, but it is doubtful we will stay long,” she told Henry. “Trust me,” the older man said to her, “I’ve sat on the sidelines for years being widowed. It’s no fun, with or without a partner,” he told her. Suzanne suddenly felt sorry for the older man, realizing he was a common attendee at all the neighborhood parties, but although everybody enjoyed his company, he rarely participated in any of the yard games, being widowed all these years. Suzanne realized this little coffee time with even a distant neighbor was probably a rare treat for the man, as with his wife having passed away and his children living out of state meant most of his social interaction was attending the neighborhood parties. She had never noted him having visitors, and as she thought about it, he was always on the periphery of parties instead of being an active participant.

With thoughts of pity towards the elderly man filling her head, she suddenly said, “Well, maybe you and I could pair up for some of the games,” she told him in way of consolation. “It would at least give me an excuse to wear my suit for the party,” she told him jokingly with a laugh. Most of the games were fairly physical and strenuous, and Suzanne figured the only games Henry probably could participate in were the few held in the pool—if the elderly man had to lift her weight, it would be better if they were in the water, even with her petite frame. “David wouldn’t mind?” Henry asked as Suzanne smiled, shaking her head. “Why would he? He would be as upset about me sitting on the sidelines as you,” she told him with a laugh. “And besides, you’ve done so much helping out with our lawn it’s the least I could do,” she told him happily. “That would be great!” Henry told her enthusiastically, and Suzanne felt immensely pleased at how quickly his spirits lifted. Then he added, “But as your partner, I insist on buying you a new suit,” he told her to Suzanne’s surprise. “I know you have worn the same suit the last couple years and, if you don’t mind me saying so, you have a fantastic body and that one-piece thing you always wear is not only outdated, but does not do you justice,” he told her as she blushed. Seeing her response to his flattery he continued, saying, “Don’t be so shy, you know I speak the truth. And let’s face it, most of the other wives are always trying to out-do each other at these little shindigs,” he told her with a laugh, “so it would do them good to have some real competition,” he laughed. “And particularly after this past weekend’s party,” he added. “It would do them good to have you in particular put them in their place, and what better way than by out-dressing them,” he laughed. “I don’t know,” Suzanne answered with some misgivings. “That’s just so not me,” she admitted, never having been one to ‘flaunt her wares’ as David liked to say. Suzanne knew Henry was right about the other women of the neighborhood. Her fellow neighbors were always trying to ‘out-do’ each other—competing on whose lawn was the nicest, who had the most expensive cars, who wore the fanciest outfits, or in the case of events like the pool party, wearing whatever swimwear was fashionable for that summer. What was worse was many of the younger wives had subtly made it a contest to see who could wear the skimpiest outfits at parties, each neighborhood event becoming more and more risqué as women wore skimpier and skimpier outfits, showing off their bodies regardless of being married. In fact, many of the married women were the worst offenders in skimpy attire, Suzanne had noted. Henry was correct in postulating her wearing such an outfit and competing with them would cause a stir. Although many of her neighbor’s bodies were enhanced by plastic surgery, none of them could compete with Suzanne’s own natural and youthful, well-toned 35C-24-34 body. She had been on the cheerleading squad in high school, even though several years had gone by since then, her body was still firm and shapely due to her routinely working out at home. But Suzanne had never had any desire to compete with the women of the neighborhood in that regard. She and David had never been able to afford top-of-the-line clothes, and she was more comfortable wearing something from Target or Kohl’s, which were more within her price range, than something fancy from Macy’s or Neiman Marcus. Unlike her older sister, Suzanne did not purposely ‘flaunt’ her body, preferring long sundresses to miniskirts and full blouses instead of something revealing a deep décolletage. She had no doubts about her attractiveness. It was not narcissism or ego, just what she had observed based upon the looks from men at the office or when she and David went out. Suzanne knew she was beautiful, she was simply not the type of girl to parade around and tease anybody—although she also knew Henry was right in another way, nobody, including her own husband, would complain if she did. “No, it isn’t necessary,” Suzanne told Henry again, feeling uncomfortable at the idea of another man other than her husband offering to buy her clothes, particularly something as revealing as a swimsuit. “You’ve done more than enough already helping us out with our lawn,” she told him in way of explanation, not wanting to reveal her deeper misgivings. “Nonsense,” Henry told her with conviction. “In fact, since you and David already owe me for the lawn care service, you can do this as part of the payment!” he said happily. Suzanne looked at him questioningly, her brows furrowing as she asked, “What do you mean?” The old man smiled at her so genuinely, Suzanne truly believed he was honest when he said, “Look, I know you and David can’t afford to pay me for a full summer’s lawn care. No, don’t protest or plead ignorance,” he said, holding up his hand to stop her protests. “I know how much medical bills can be these days, particularly when there’s only one bread winner in the family,” he told her.
She and David had made no secret on their bad luck lately, and she also knew David sometimes talked with the older man when they were outside together getting the mail and whatnot, so their financial status was probably known to at least Henry, who was exactly the type of person who wanted to help somebody out. If he could help them, he would, even if it was something as simple as making them feel better about themselves. He continued, telling her, “So how about you be my partner at not just the Meyers’ pool party, but all the neighborhood parties this summer—at least until David gets back on his feet and can once again be a proper partner for you,” he said. “We can consider your accompanying me as my escort payment for the lawn services,” he told her happily. “But…” Suzanne said in surprise, “But I’m married” she finally said. The old man looked at her perplexed as he asked, “What does that have to do with anything? With David out of commission for the games, there’s no sense in all of us having to sit on the sidelines. This way you can participate at the parties as well,” he explained to her. “I’m sure your husband would agree on wanting you to have fun and not having to babysit him all the time at a party,” he told her. “I don’t babysit him,” she said defensively. But Suzanne could not fault the man’s thinking. But she was still concerned about how the other neighbors would act, expressing her concerns to Henry. The old man surprised her by laughing.
“You make it sound like we’re going to be doing something illicit,” the man chided her. “Besides, what can they say? We’re consenting adults,” he laughed. “It’s not like your husband wouldn’t be there, I’ll just be filling in for him,” he told her. Looking at her intently he then said, “I’ll tell you what. If we win any of the pots of money at any of the events, I’ll let you keep it all,” he said to her. Seeing her about to
protest he held up his hand saying, “No, not another word. You and David need the money more than I do,” he said, “so I’ll help you out in that regard as well.” His offer was substantial, as the Meyers party was not the only neighborhood event having monetary prizes, several of the parties held throughout the year had similar contests. There was even a big Halloween contest awarding for the best costumes—although sometimes people spent more on the costumes than the prizes awarded.
Thinking about the money finally convinced her more than anything, so she reluctantly agreed. With David’s injury and him being out of a job until he could walk again, these were extenuating circumstances and it would be foolish to turn down any extra money that came their way.

Suzanne re-crossed her legs, allowing the blood to flow back into her left leg. To her embarrassment, the already-too-short skirt rose even higher, now completely above her stockings and revealing a large expanse of her thighs covered by nothing but the straps of her garters. But she did not pull the hem of the skirt down per her instructions, even as every pair of eyes with a ‘Y’ chromosome eagerly memorized the newly revealed flesh. Although already on her fourth drink, the alcohol in her system seemed to do little but enhance her feelings of being exposed more than calming her, as she once again turned her thoughts to the events leading her to this predicament.

Later that night as they got ready for bed, Suzanne told David about her discussion with Henry and his strange offer. “If it upsets you, I’ll tell him no,” she said as she helped her husband into bed, even as he complained. With one leg in a cast and the other in a large orthopedic boot, moving around was not easy for her man, and Suzanne was more than willing to help him with anything he needed; however, lately he had started to feel as if she were pitying him. He felt it was an insult to his manhood, injured or not, to have to accept so much assistance, particularly from a woman, and the mere fact he could not even put himself to bed was more than upsetting. So it was no surprise to her to hear he agreed with Henry—the last thing David wanted was Suzanne hovering around him making him feel even more decrepit at the party. To his old-fashioned ego it was an insult, even though he knew she meant the best for him. His ire at needing her assistant was almost palpable as Suzanne got herself ready for bed, putting on an oversized t-shirt and panties, although she would rather have gone to bed naked and let her husband have her way with her—David was not the only one who could not wait until that cast came off.
Looking at herself in the full-length mirror in their bedroom, Suzanne thought about getting old, seeing herself in the reflection wearing such basic nightwear. Normally she would be wearing something sexy for her husband, made of lace or satin—or even nude—ready and willing to seduce him. They were still in the 'honeymoon' stage of their marriage, and Suzanne had surprisingly discovered she had a large appetite for sex. Unfortunately, David’s injury had hampered their lovemaking. Since his accident, their sex life had been next to nothing, his cast extending up to his pelvis and preventing them from sex. They had initially resorted to getting each other off with their hands, and then later orally. Although Suzanne had never been one for blowjobs, it was the least she could do to please her man. And her efforts were apparently not for nothing, as she had become quite good at them. David had been particularly impressed at how eagerly she now sucked him off compared to before his accident— Suzanne had learned to enjoy the control she had over her husband when he was in her mouth.
Wanting to please him even more, Suzanne had practiced with various objects such as carrots and bananas when alone, conditioning herself to suppress her gag reflex in order to take him even further into her mouth, as even though David was not necessarily long enough to go as deep into her throat as the items she was practicing with, when he got vigorous it inevitably hit her and caused her to gag, ruining the mood. She knew the more comfortable she got, the better he would enjoy her going down on him. Suzanne felt her body becoming aroused from her thoughts about sex as she crawled into bed, resigning herself to another night of being unfulfilled. “Don’t be ridiculous,” her husband told her with a laugh, continuing their conversation as if she had not just stripped and exposed herself before him while getting ready for bed. “I think it’s cute you are willing to take pity on the old man, like a lost puppy or something,” he said with a smile. “And you’re right, I’ve felt sorry for him myself, always seeing him on the sidelines at parties,” he told her. Then he quickly changed the subject. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, the Home Owner’s group rescinded our fine,” he told her happily as she looked at him in surprise. “They said our lawn was now the best in the neighborhood, and it would be unjust to penalize us for the brief lapse due to my injury,” he told her. “After all Henry’s done for us, letting the old man participate at the parties with you as his partner will be good,” he said. Suzanne was thrilled to hear about the fine being rescinded, as such a large sum of money would have set them back tremendously. At least now they could afford to pay their late utility bills without any interruption to service, she thought, her mind completely diverted towards her husband agreeing to ‘share’ her with their neighbor at parties.

Suzanne watched warily as an obese man in a suit entered the hotel lounge and eyed her openly. To her shame, even though she was revolted by his weight, feeling a rush of relief as he was welcomed by another pair of businessmen at another table, and turned away from her, she still felt her body respond to his look, her breasts tightening, and her Kegel muscles involuntarily clenching momentarily. It was only now she realized she had no say in who she would be giving herself to. She very well could have been paired up with somebody she found less-than-attractive, turning her gaze away from the large man to avoid him believing she was interested in him. Her realization at her complete lack of control, having absolutely no say in who defiled her body, caused her to feel even more debased, as the control on her life slipped away even more. She took a big gulp of wine, once again attempting to calm her nerves by thinking about the past.

It was several days later when Suzanne arrived home to find a giftwrapped box sitting on the dining room table.
Asking David about it he smiled, telling her it was from Henry—for the pool party this coming weekend. Suzanne had completely forgotten the old man’s proposition, suddenly remembering Henry’s offer to buy her a new bathing suit. “It’s probably not even my size,” she told her husband as a way of refusing the offer, even as she felt giddy unwrapping the box. Suzanne was a sucker when it came to presents. Watching her, David laughed.
“Well, I sort of told him what size you were,” her husband said, Suzanne looking up at him in surprise. “You what?” Suzanne exclaimed at her husband’s laugh. She watched him shrug in his wheel chair as he said, “He came by the other day to apologize to me for his forwardness with you. Apparently the man is really old-fashioned, and he felt bad for ‘insulting me’ talking to you so openly. He actually wanted to back out of the agreement you two made,” her husband told her, “but I told him there was nothing to apologize, and was totally cool with his suggestion.” “You what?” she asked again in complete shock. “I told him I would love to have you enjoy the party instead of having to hold my hand,” her husband told her with a shrug. “I do NOT hold your hand,” Suzanne said with some resentment, “and I don’t mind keeping you company,” she told him. “You are after all my husband,” she laughed. “You know what I mean,” David told her, looking down at his currently useless legs. “Anyways, I explained how I not only approved of the two of you teaming up for the party, but appreciated his offer to buy you a new suit,” he said.
Seeing her surprised expression become even more pronounced he said somewhat sadly, “Let’s face it Sue, when’s the last time you bought anything new for just you? I’m not talking about a Target sale and buying utility underwear or shit like that, but something really nice. I know we can’t afford it, and you’ve been more than a trooper about our financial circumstances, but I know you wouldn’t mind some new outfits once and a while,” he told her with sadness. “Anyways, I didn’t think that blue one-piece you wear each year could hold out another year,” he laughed. Suzanne smiled at him, admitting she HAD needed a new bathing suit; however, the idea of another man picking out and buying her clothes once more made her uncomfortable. Opening up the garment box, her eyes opened in surprise seeing a skimpy two-piece bikini! “I can’t wear this,” she said, holding the two small pieces of material up. The top was a skimpy triangular halter with ruffled edges, and the matching bottoms were basically two additional triangles—also with ruffled edges—the suit tied on the sides by two strings.
Suzanne could only stare at the incredibly small amount of material, being a bright fluorescent orange and pink color in a snakeskin pattern, the ties and highlights in black.
If she wore such a thing she would not be drawing attention to herself by how revealing the suit was, but by how bright it was, the material like a beacon in the dark. “Why not?” David asked innocently. “It would be nice to show my wife off once and a while,” he laughed. “And Henry told me about you two talking about the other women trying to outdo themselves. This suit would be perfect to put them their proper place,” he said with a smile. “Particularly after last week’s snobbery.” Seeing his unconcern at how skimpy and revealing the outfit she was holding up in her hands was, Suzanne narrowed her eyes with suspicion.
“Why are you being so understanding?” she asked. Seeing the sudden grin on her husband’s face, things ‘clicked’ in her mind as she said, “You knew!” David nodded and laughed as he explained.
“Henry actually brought over five goddamn suits,” he told her with a grin. “I shit you not, he had bought five of them telling me you could wear any of them,” he said. As Suzanne looked around expecting to see other boxes David laughed again, once more catching her attention. “As I said, at first he tried to back out of the arrangement, and I told him there was nothing to worry about. Then he showed me the suits,” he told his wife. “The first two were one-piece suits,” he said.
Seeing Suzanne open her mouth to ask about them, he held up his hand. “Trust me, they were something Henry’s wife, if she were still alive, wouldn’t have worn,” he grinned. “The other two weren’t as bad,” he said, “but when I saw this one, Henry immediately go flustered, apologizing as he told me had gone in to a women’s clothing store and asked the salesgirl what a twenty-something would wear nowadays, and she picked it out. He was actually quite embarrassed and told me he would take it back, but as soon as I saw it and how embarrassed he was, I knew you would look awesome in it,” her husband said. “You are an evil man,” she told David at his confession on wanting to make Henry feel uncomfortably, particularly after all he had done for them. “But you really WANT me to wear this?” she asked in surprise, once again holding up the two miniscule pieces of bright cloth. “Honey, I love seeing your body,” David said in explanation, “and with me being an invalid, it would be nice to at least be able to show you off,” he told her sincerely. “You are not an invalid,” Suzanne told him emphatically. “But wearing something like this at a party in front of all our neighbors?” she asked. “You know I don’t mind dressing up for you when we’re alone, but literally most of the neighborhood will be there,” she said somewhat exasperatedly. She watched her husband shrug, as he said, “You’ve seen what the other neighbors wear,” he told her. “It’s about time they got some true competition,” he smiled, echoing Henry’s words when she had first talked with him about the idea. “Imagine the envy of the other guys seeing you paired up with an old fart like Henry of all people,” he laughed. Suzanne was still uncertain, but David finally broke her resolve as they settled down for the evening.

At that moment a group of five businessmen in suits entered the hotel lounge, their eyes immediately locking upon Suzanne—or more to the point, on her body—immediately walking towards her at the bar. Suanne felt her body flush, once again aware of not only the attention the men around her were giving, but her earlier realization on the complete lack of consent on who she would end up with.
Seeing their lust-filled looks, Suzanne had no doubts as to their illicit thoughts. There was a complete lack of disregard towards her own dignity, their gaze blatantly telling her what would be happening to her tonight if she let just one man have his way with her. Suzanne blushed as the understanding that every man there knew she would be getting fucked sometime tonight—whether it be them or somebody else—caused a flood of emotions well up inside her, mixtures of trepidation and anxiousness, putting her completely on edge.
To her shame she once again felt her body respond in lust, her breasts tightening and aching to be squeezed as she watched the new group of predators surround her at the bar, ordering their drinks. Unwarranted, Suzanne shamefully had a mental image flash in her brain of lying naked before them, completely at all five men’s mercy as they used her in all ways imaginable. And she felt her crotch heat up at the image, her arousal nearly uncontrollable. She suddenly jerked her head in surprise, realizing one of men had been talking to her. Turning her head towards him, it took all her will to focus upon him. “Not to sound cliché or anything, but do you come here often,” he asked, with a smile that caused her crotch to turn instantly into a Louisiana swamp—hot, moist, and ready to swallow up anything that entered it. Suzanne simply shook her head as the men attempted to make small talk with her. But like the other men who had already confronted her, it took only a few moments for them to realize she was not interested, quickly moving on to a vacant table next to David, her husband’s eyes locked upon her. Not for the first time, Suzanne wondered when the person she was meeting would arrive, her mind once again wandering back to the past.

When the day of the party came, Suzanne was a complete nervous wreck. She had avoided even trying on the bikini until she was getting ready for the party, and now that it was on her, she felt even more apprehensive. The top, although covering her ‘adequately’ enough to prevent her from being arrested for public indecency, revealed a tremendous amount of cleavage and ‘sideboob.’ Such blatant exposure of her body gave her second thoughts about what she would wear. And the bottoms were no better, sitting so low on her pelvis she had to take her razor and trim the scant runway of pubic hair just to be decent. Turning around and looking into the mirror, she was aghast to see the rear of the bikini was just as revealing, exposing over half of butt cheeks! David on the other hand, loved it.
Much against her own reservations, he again convinced her the suit was fine, telling her, “You’ve seen the suits the other women wear, I have no doubt some are going to be even more revealing than yours,” he reasoned with her. “At least you have the figure and goods to flaunt,” he smiled at her, adding, “and not some artificially bought enhancements,” he laughed. To appease her sense of indecency, her husband suggested she wear a white crochet net dress cover-up she had bought a few years ago. It was a multipurpose outfit that could be worn as a body cover-up, skirt, or even a tunic.
Putting it on as a cover-up, Suzanne was somewhat mollified, the extra covering making her feel like she was at least not almost naked. The covering extended from her shoulders to lower thighs, the loose white netting at least giving the impression it was obscuring her body’s exposure by the tiny bikini. Slipping on her flip-flops, she turned to leave the bedroom when she saw David blocking the door with his wheelchair.
Looking at his expression of distaste, she immediately asked, “Now what?” “Flip-flops?” her husband asked with a raised eyebrow. Moving past her as she asked him what was wrong with practical foot gear, she watched as he opened the closet door where her shoe rack was, saying over his shoulder, “If you are trying to dress sexy, you need to do the full Monty,” he said. “I am NOT trying to dress sexy,” she replied. “It is, in fact, my husband who is trying to have me parade around half-naked, not to mention our geriatric neighbor,” she said with exasperation, obviously upset. “Here, try these one,” her husband said. Suzanne saw him holding a pair of black envy cut-out platform shoes, and stared at her husband in shock, barely comprehending he had selected a pair of six-inched stiletto heeled shoes. The platform soles of the shoes had random cut-outs giving them a sexy abstract look, and she stared at him in complete astonishment. “You have got to be kidding me,” she said in disbelief, looking at her husband. She had bought the shoes for an intimate evening with David, remembering wearing a black negligée with them. Unlike other similar shoes she had, these were remarkably light—probably due to the cut out platforms—but they were definitely not something she would have chosen for a neighborhood pool party. “These are perfect,” her husband said. Seeing her exasperated expression, he told her, “You’re going to be spending most of the time in the water anyways, so chances are you won’t even be wearing them most of the time other than when we arrive,” he told her in his attempt at convincing her to wear them. “But trust me, these will look awesome on you,” he grinned. Suzanne looked at her husband in complete disbelief as she said, “You know, I can understand Henry or another man trying to dress me up as a slut, but my own husband?” she asked, even as she took the shoes and sat on the bed, putting them on in an attempt to at least humor her lover. As she fastened the ankle straps, her husband laughed, saying, “Hey, I don’t get to show off my pretty wife enough,” he told her. “And besides, the fact you are still with a cripple is going to be even more ammo to rub in some of the guys’ noses,” he told her. “Seeing a hot thing like you still with me will gall the hell out of them,” her husband told her gleefully. Once again Suzanne told him adamantly he was not a cripple. The debilitating effect of his injuries had caused him to become more and more depressed, and Suzanne quickly stopped complaining about her attire, knowing her acquiescing to his suggestions made him feel good. Standing up, she could see her husband’s approval when they heard the doorbell suddenly ring. “That will be Henry,” her husband said with a mischievous glint in his eye. Seeing Suzanne’s raised eyebrows he told her, “I told him we could go to the party together,” he explained, asking her to answer the door. Suzanne was reluctant, dressed as she was; however, she finally gave in to her husband’s urging. She was going to be at a party all day wearing even less once she was in the pool with her cover and shoes off, so left the bedroom to answer the door, allowing David to get dressed. She knew he needed to get ready on his own, and her standing around like a worried nanny would only upset him. When Suzanne opened the front door she thought the elderly man was going to have a heart attack right there on her front porch. “Wow!” Henry said finally, his eyes running up and down her body without control. To Suzanne’s surprise, his intent stare gave her a thrill, but before she could worry about it, her attention was drawn back to her neighbor as he said, “You look fantastic Suzanne!” She smiled at the compliment, inviting Henry into the house. Feeling somewhat emboldened, she walked in front of him, waving him into the living room and offering him a seat, asking if she could get him something to drink. Accepting a glass of iced tea, turned and walked to the kitchen, her shoes making loud ‘clomp-clomp’ noises on the hardwood floor. She was intimately aware of Henry’s eyes watching her the entire time as she left the room, once again feeling an odd thrill at the man’s obvious gaze. While in the kitchen she heard David greeting their neighbor a few moments later, pouring three glasses of tea as she heard the men talked in the other room. Upon re-entering the room with a tray of glasses, the conversation abruptly stopped as both men’s eyes turned to her. Once again Suzanne was startled as she felt a sudden flush throughout her body at their rapt attention. The experience was completely foreign, never dressing so sexy in public and only wearing such outfits in the intimacy of her and David’s bedroom. Having another man see parts of her nobody but her husband—and probably her father when she was a baby—gave her a completely unexpected tingle through her body. “David, I once again cannot tell you how magnanimous you are allowing another man to play with your wife at the party,” Henry was saying. Suzanne looked in surprise at Henry for his choice of words, even though she was not the type of person to construe double-entendres, she once again became conscious of her attire, or lack thereof; however, her husband did not seem to take offense as he and the elderly man continued talking, their conversation, now not focused upon her, putting her back at ease. They sat and made small talk when Henry again thanked them for allowing him to attend the party with them. “I couldn’t stand the thought of Suzanne feeling as if she had to sit on the sidelines and take care of me while everybody else was having fun at the party,” her husband replied.
She once again opened her mouth to protest but David waved his hand interrupting her as he continued.
“No, it’s true hon. You need this party as much as everybody else. It will be good for you to mingle with other people without me dragging along,” he told her. Suzanne looked at David intently, both of them debating on whether they should argue the point in front of their neighbor when Henry’s voice surprised them both. "If I may be so bold, would you mind showing me the suit without the cover-up?” Henry asked cautiously. Looking at her, he smiled somewhat sheepishly, saying, “I’m not trying to be forward or anything, I just think it would be better to be surprised now before the party,” he said. “I think that way everybody will know this is nothing more than a platonic relationship,” he said to both her and David. Looking at her husband expectantly, Suzanne saw him nod slightly, and yet he might as well have yelled out his affirmation.
Suzanne felt like her heart was lodged into her throat as she stood up, attempting to hide her nervousness at exposing herself before the old neighbor. David’s eyes continued urging her on, and finally she relented. She might as well, she thought, as it was not as if she was going to keep the cover on all day. And besides, Henry had a valid point, it would be best if he got his initial look at her in the bikini without the other party goers seeing it. So reluctantly she pulled the cover-up off her body, standing in front of the two men in nothing but her high heels and immodest bikini. “Wow,” Henry said, again at a loss for words. “Suzanne, you are truly a vision,” he complimented her before turning to her husband. “David, you are a lucky man, I never thought that suit would be so…” he paused as if finding the right words, finally saying, “complimentary to your wife’s figure.” David laughed as he beckoned Suzanne to sit next to him.
She felt completely exposed. She might as well have been naked, the suit revealing more skin than she exposed even when sunbathing at the tanning salon. Yet even as exposed as she was, her chest began compressing into her throat, from not only her anxiety, but a small part thrilled at another man’s appreciation of her body. They made small talk while finishing their drinks, Suzanne feeling overly exposed the entire time. Henry and her husband acted like everything was fine, although she caught small glimpses from both men as she moved, particularly when she bent down to retrieve their empty glasses to take them into the kitchen. She noted Henry in particular was practically unable to avert his eyes from the large expanse of cleavage being exposed by the bikini, and she was grateful for the small respite entering the kitchen, taking a deep breath before she once again walked out to join the two men in the living room, David suggesting they leave for the party. And so they headed out of the house, walking down the street to the Meyers’ residence. Suzanne offered to push David’s wheelchair, but he adamantly refused, insisting he could do it on his own.
She knew he needed to feel his own independence, and understood his desire for her to have a fun time with Henry at the party was yet another aspect of that—him feeling guilty she was always hovering over him. Suzanne felt differently, seeing her need to help him more of a factor of nurturing, not pity. She wanted nothing more than to take care of her husband, even though she understood his male attitude.
Added to his concerns was not only did she have to take care of him physically, but financially, and Suzanne knew it bothered David to no end that it was her paycheck being the only thing keeping the house from being foreclosed, their utilities being turned off, and them going bankrupt.
Knowing his male ego had taken a beating lately, she now realized him wanting her to dress in the bikini was simply another aspect of his male dominance. He was feeling inadequate, and this was an attempt by David to prove to the other men he was still a man to be respected, that he could maintain a beautiful wife even with his injuries, temporary as they may be.
She almost snorted out loud thinking about the pissing match games men played. Nearing the Meyers’ house, Suzanne saw many guests had already arrived, several people standing in the front yard, as well as sounds of laughter and merriment drifting from the back yard.
As this was probably the only time she would have any privacy with her husband, Suzanne asked Henry to move ahead for a moment so she could speak to David. As the older man moved away, David looked at her expectantly. “I was just thinking,” Suzanne said, her train of thought still focused on how she could appease her husband’s male ego, in light of his wanting to show her off at the party. As David looked at her expectantly, she asked, “how do you want me to act?” she finally said, looking at him pointedly. Her husband looked at her questioningly as she explained. “What I mean is do you want me to be all neighborly and normal,” she said, pausing to let her words sink in to her husband’s thoughts, “or would you like me to be a bit more flirty?” she asked hesitantly.
Seeing the sudden surprise on her husband’s face, she quickly added, “Never mind. I just thought with you wanting me to dress up like this and such, and your comment about showing me off…” her voice trailed off. “No, no,” David quickly said, looking at her with a surprised happiness, like he had suddenly won the lottery. “I’m just surprised you brought it up and not me,” he chuckled. “Wow, hon, that would be amazing if you could at least be a little more…well, you know…touchy feely with the guys,” he said hesitantly, winking at her as if the thought had only now occurred to him. Suzanne knew her husband well enough to know although he may have been honestly surprised at her mentioning the subject, he had always wanted her to be more open and even frisky around other men. Even as early as when they had begun dating he had teasingly lamented the fact she was too conservative and ‘introverted’ when in public, expecting her to be more like her older sister.
That she was offering to do so was like offering a child desert before dinner. But Suzanne felt she needed to do something to pick up her husband’s spirits—again feeling her nurturing need to place him above herself, even if it mean a little loss of her own self-esteem. If that was what got him out of this slump he had fallen into, so be it. “OK,” she said shyly, wondering what the heck she was thinking talking to him about this right now. Looking at him again, she asked, “How far do you want me to play along?” she questioned him, willing to at least try and make this a game for her husband. “Well,” David said, unable to hide the anxiousness in his voice. “I’m not asking you to walk in there and drop to the ground and have sex with all our neighbors if that’s what you’re asking,” he joked. “David Carter!” she yelled out in alarm, catching Henry’s attention as her husband laughed. “I’m joking, I’m joking,” he snickered, looking at her intently. “But you tend to keep your distance from everybody, so you could start by just standing nearer to some of the guys. And if you’re really feeling brave enough, maybe touching them—you know, putting your arm around them playfully or just touching their shoulders,” he said looking at her expectantly. “You know, just flirting.” he told her as his voice trailed off. “Hell, if you act even half as much of a cock-tease as the other wives you’ll have me drooling,” he laughed. “And you know the guys will play right along,” he grinned. Suzanne understood all too well his comment, as not only did the women have a silent contest between themselves on who would dress the sexiest and such, but there was also an underlying pissing match between the men in the neighborhood, testing the limits of how far they could go with each other’s wives. Increasingly over the years—particularly at the bigger parties such as this one—her and David had watched as the men flirted as openly as the women, even observing several men sneaking off to make out with somebody else’s wife—a few disappearing for longer. It was yet another one of those men’s pissing match games, hooking up with somebody else’s wife. And to Suzanne’s surprise in particular, most of the guys did not mind seeing their wives flirt with the other men, and even more surprisingly, they seemed to get excited at other men guys enjoying the attention of their own wife.
It was almost as if a wife spurned the advances of another man, the woman’s husband felt like he had ‘won.’ And if not? Suzanne and David had already seen several houses go up for sale due to divorce over the years. Of course she and David had little to worry about in that regard, Suzanne was completely devoted to her husband and would never cheat on him. In fact, she could not believe she was even having this type of conversation with her husband. But again, knowing how he needed to reassert his male ego due to his confinement to a wheelchair, she was willing to place his desires over her own demureness.
David’s increasing depression was bothering her, and although she knew things would be back to normal once he got his cast off and was more function, it was still a few months away—not to mention the physical therapy ahead of them. So she was willing to do this for her husband, knowing he would enjoy it. Nodding at her husband, she saw him watching her intently, telling her, “Damn Suzie, just thinking about it is giving me a fucking boner,” he told her with a grin. Suzanne wanted nothing more than to make David happy, even if it was something she was uncomfortable with. It was the primary reason she had relented on wearing the bathing. It was as if David was making a statement: ‘See this beautiful woman on display before you; well she comes home to me each night.’ Sensing her quietness as an indication of her having second thoughts, her husband quickly tried to convince her, his own voice betraying his anxiousness as he said, “Just flirt with them a bit. Some of these guys are going to see you as a new challenge, so you won’t have to lead them on too much. If they get too persistent, you have not only myself to come to for safety, but Henry,” he said, indicating the older man waiting for them on the sidewalk. She grinned at the image of her husband, confined to a wheelchair, and Henry, a sixty-something man being her protectors.
Although she was not feeling a new level of nervousness, Suzanne and David rejoined Henry, the trio making their way around the back of the Meyers’ house—David’s wheelchair unable to get into the front door due to the steps on the porch. As soon as they came into sight of the back patio, Suzanne felt as if every set of eyes were upon her. It was at that instant she realized she had left her cover-up at home! She had been so caught up in the conversations with Henry and David, as well as preoccupied at her own exposure, she had completely forgotten to put it back on before they left. Seeing David and Henry’s grins, she realized both of them had silently conspired not to notice her indiscretion, frowning down at her husband who merely laughed. Looking around at her fellow neighbors, Suzanne became aware of two types of people checking her out. Before now, Suzanne had always been able to fade into the background, much like Henry being single. Her clothes—even her old one-piece bathing suit—never drawing the attention of those around them.
It was the first time she had been at the center of such attention. Suzanne knew she had a nice body and was attractive to men, but she downplayed it, not only because she was a shy person, but for the last few years was a happily married woman.
But not now. From the men, she received the look of predators scoping out another conquest, the challenge apparently given and accepted of somebody else’s beautiful wife thrown into their ‘game.’ It was impossible not to recognize the desire in their looks, and Suzanne was unable to shake the thought of each one of them wanting to inspect, touch, and even taste every curve and exposed area of her skin. Their gazes held the question of what was beneath the small straps of cloth covering her, and ultimately, how far they could score with her. For the women, Suzanne saw the looks of recognition of a new and unexpected competitor to their own game, another adversary who could not only pull other men’s attention away from them, but also become a threat for their very own husbands.
Suzanne felt as if she had been placed in somebody else’s sandbox and had a new set of toys—some of the kids were jealous, while others wanted to play. She was completely overwhelmed by the attention, feeling like the proverbial lamb led to the slaughter, and as she looked around at her fellow neighbors, she now saw mixtures of surprise, anger, and open desire. The first emotion was from both the men and women, while the second was obviously from the women. She had now become a threat to the underlying ‘one-upmanship’ occurring at these parties. Of course, the final emotion came from every pair of male eyes there—including those of her husband and Henry. For the first time her neighbors were seeing more than just her arms and legs, no longer thinking of her as simply the cute young neighbor. “Henry!” she heard Neal Meyers’ welcome as she watched the man—in his mid-to-late thirties—shake Henry’s hand.
“And David, glad you all could make it as well,” he said, patting her husband on the shoulder Suzanne noted he had greeted the men first. Like many of the men in their neighborhood, Neal was a chauvinistic pig, the general thought amongst the men in their neighborhood being a woman’s place was either at her husband’s side making him look good, or in bed with a man—not necessarily her husband—to satisfy his every whim. Every other time they had met, Neal had greeted her first. Yet now, with such a simple greeting, she had been delegated from being David’s partner to something less, a piece of property to be envied, not a human being to get to know. Or was she reading too much into things? Suzanne, being above such petty thoughts, took the initiative by stepping up to the host of the party saying, “Neal, it’s so good to see you,” she said amicably. With her recent conversation with David still fresh in her mind, she threw caution to the wind and moved in close to the man, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, pressing her body against him. As if finally realizing there was a third person there, the man looked at Suzanne, and immediately his gaze told her she had been a fool thinking he had been ignoring her. Instantly his look turned from that of welcoming host to predator, and Suzanne felt an inherent urge to run as the man looked at her not as a person, but a piece of meat.
She was ashamed to admit her heart sped up as much from fear as from anticipation. "Suzanne," the man said, his eyes blatantly devouring her image. "It is such a pleasure to see you,” he told her. Again she wondered if she was reading too much into things, questioning if she had heard an inflection to his voice as the word ‘see.’ Then her eyes widened as her neighbor reached out, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her even tighter against him. As he was wearing no shirt, Suzanne immediately felt his skin upon hers, the heated flesh immediately causing her thoughts to vaporize. She was aware of him leaning towards her, and expecting a chaste kiss on the cheek, widened her eyes in sudden surprise as his lips met hers!
Opening her mouth to say something, she was further astonished when his tongue slid into her mouth, instantly tasting a sweetness upon his tongue from his drink. And even more surprising was her own reaction, not pulling away like she normally would, but leaning into the kiss, her breasts pressing tightly against his chest. The kiss was brief, and as he pulled away Suzanne felt her face flush, even as Neal’s eyes looked at her more intently. She stood there like a fool, frozen in place as she watched him smile down at David, both men grinning like they had just won a prize, having peeled away the first wrapping. She could not believe he had kissed her so intimately, and in front of her husband. She was still standing dumbly as Neal invited David and Henry into the yard, leaving her standing there in shock. Watching dumbly as Neal, David, and Henry moved further into the yard towards the patio, Suzanne realized David acted like nothing untoward had happened, that his wife had not just French kissed another married man directly in front him and a group of their neighbors. Still disoriented, Suzanne looked around, noticing although her husband acted like nothing unusual had happened, other people were displaying a mixture of emotions upon their faces. From the men it was almost a gleeful awareness of a new player to their game had arrived, and recalling her earlier example, she was now the new toy everybody wanted to play with.
But whereas the look from the men was playful, the looks she received from the women were intensely hostile, fully recognizing her as a competitor, somebody not only to outperform, but to keep an eye on. Neal had made the first move, and had instantly thrown her and David into the new tier of neighborhood one-upmanship. When Angeline Meyers—Neal’s wife—greeted her, it was with a mixture of detachment and rivalry, completely unlike the normal welcomed hug Suzanne had received in the past. “Suzanne, it’s so nice to see you finally break out of that antediluvian mold you were in,” she said, her lack of sincerity more apparent than her fake double-D breasts spilling out of her blue swimsuit. “You look exquisite,” the woman told her, as Suzanne’s female mind immediately deciphered, ‘You are the competition. Touch my man and you will pay for it’ echoing through her. As she made her way into the yard, Suzanne was greeted by everybody else—the women acting as aloof as Angeline, while the men were noticeably more physical, several following Neal’s example by kissing her roughly on the lips, claiming her for their own. And all of them touched her, pulling her into their embrace as her tits smashed repeatedly against their chests. She was not so naïve as to mistake the men’s attention being anything except attempts to feel her breasts against their bare chests, and knew it would not be the first time she regretted leaving her cover-up at home; however, she was slightly mollified to see none of the other women wearing anything over their suits either—all of them displaying their bodies to all who cared to look. Ironically, the attention of all the men actually helped her overcome her anxiety, it being replaced by a thrill deep within her body at the sudden attention she was garnishing. But it was still a relief when she was able to finally break away from the flood of greetings, moving to an empty lawn chair by the pool where she set down her and David’s outdoor gear they had brought. Henry soon joined her, his face smiling knowingly as he saw Suzanne attempting to ignore the attention the men around the large yard were paying to her. “Don’t worry about them, they’re all just jealous they’ve never paid attention to you before,” he told her, guessing some of her thoughts. Seeing her roll her eyes, he smiled and said, “Honey you look fantastic, and don’t let any of those other women make you think otherwise. As I told you before, they now realize they have competition,” he smiled at her. “Soon they’ll realize there is NO competition— you are the most stunning woman in the neighborhood,” he told her with a smile. Suzanne felt grateful for the man’s kind words, realizing he was correct in one thing, she had nothing to be ashamed of—she spent a lot of time maintaining her figure and was proud of it, so why not show it off? It was something her sister had told her often enough, Jenny always being the one to flaunt her body. Feeling more at ease from Henry’s words of encouragement, she pulled out her and David’s things and set them on the table, turning back to the bag to get out their beach towels. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Henry take her sunblock off the table, immediately thinking it to be rude for using it without asking, although they had plenty to share. “Here, let’s make sure you don’t burn that pretty skin of yours,” Henry said, suddenly breaking her train of thought. Before she could say anything the elderly man squirted some sunscreen lotion in his hands, rubbed them together, and dropped to his haunches in front of her. Then, to her surprise and astonishment, the elderly man began smearing the lotion on her legs, first on her lower left leg, then the other! As her neighbor literally felt up her legs Suzanne looked across the yard in surprise at David, who was watching them from the periphery of the patio. She was further shocked when her husband merely smiled and shrugged, his attitude telling her to let the old man have his fun while she stood blushing in embarrassment at the old man’s forwardness. Looking around the rest of the yard, she also realized many of the other men were watching intently as well, staring as the old man’s hands slid across her skin. It was almost like the commercial when everybody stops what they are doing, she thought, Suzanne looking around to see practically the entire yard of guests’ attention upon her as her elderly neighbor worked sunblock into her legs, once again feeling her entire body blush. She had known several of these people for years, and yet they now looked at her like a complete stranger as Henry, a retiree in his sixties, applied lotion on her body, his hands gliding across her skin while she merely stood there.
Looking over at a group of men who had been talking while drinking, she saw them all watching her intently, lust and desire radiating from their gazes.
Although her throat was dry, she swallowed, feeling an odd rush of emotions within her, the innate knowledge being the understanding every man there wanted to touch her, to possibly sneak a more intimate gropes, and ultimately, they wanted to fuck her. Their heated gazes once again caused her body to heat up, her pulse and breathing becoming shallow and fluttery at their attention even as she felt her core throb with desire. And to her embarrassment, Henry’s touch, although innocent, began to affect her. It had been far too long since her and David had been intimate she realized, and all her pent up sexual tension was involuntarily rising to the forefront as her very own biology and physiology reacted to the firm strong hands of a man sliding and kneading across her flesh. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Suzanne said quietly, more to herself than Henry, as the man continued to rub the lotion upon her, his fingers digging deep into her pliable flesh.
His administration of the lotion was more a sensual massage than a neutral application as he moved up past her knees and began kneading her lower thighs. And as his hands moved even higher up her thighs, Suzanne suddenly became both frightened and embarrassed.
“Uh, I can get the rest, thank you Henry,” she said, forcing a smile. Once again Suzanne glanced at the group of men intently watching her as the older man squeeze and stroke her flesh. Although they had obvious salacious thoughts, Henry seemed to be merely kind. The matter-of-fact way he ignored her comments apparently meant the old man saw nothing wrong with touching her, and for all appearances, had an honest concern for her wellbeing. “Nonsense,” the elderly gentleman said to her with a smile. “I can’t have my partner getting sunburned. It’s a good thing this is water-proof sunblock, so we won’t have to worry about you getting burnt in the pool,” he told her. “You know, I worked with the chemist who designed the formula for this,” he said matter-of-factly, his hands now wrapped around both her thighs as he continued to apply the sunblock lotion. Suzanne was taken off-guard as she looked at him in complete bewilderment. Instead of commenting about her body, the man was wanting to talk about the sunblock? “What?” she asked perplexed. “Before I retired and started my lawn services I worked for a chemical company designing various products. You know, bases for make-up, deodorant, things like that. I was part of the group that designed the formula for water-proof sunblock,” he told her. Suzanne though it odd, being felt up by a man, dressed in nothing but four triangular pieces of cloth exposing over ninety-five percent of her body, and all he wanted to do was talk about his work.
Surprisingly she felt insulted. Henry’s apparent lack of interest in her body unreasonably caused Suzanne to become upset. It was ironic, having been upset at first thinking he was taking advantage of her, and now upset he was NOT taking advantage of her. Instead, the man’s thoughts and attention were on the goddamn bottle of sunblock! Here she was, wearing barely anything, exposed before a yard full of men, and the only one of them with his hands all over her was the one least interested. She felt Henry’s hands moved up her right thigh as his left hand slid around behind her hip. Suddenly Suzanne’s eyes open wide as the old man began rubbing the lotion upon her bare ass cheek! Before she could even say anything, she let out a surprised gasp as Henry’s other hand slid between her legs, rubbing the lotion on the inside of her thigh. But Suzanne’s embarrassment was not due to that particularly action, but from the back of his hand gently pressed and sliding against the crotch of her bikini. Henry continued to be oblivious as to what he was doing to her beyond applying the lotion, and Suzanne suddenly started perspiring as she shamefully began to feel arousal, the gentle touch moving across her crotch awakening her pent up desires. Glancing around in alarm, Suzanne saw everybody’s attention at the party was now upon them, the entire yard watching as a man over three times her age ran his hands over her ass and between her legs.
To her relief—and shamefully some regret—Henry did not spend much time near her intimate places, instead leaning up to begin smearing the lotion across her stomach. Even though it was not necessarily as intimate part of her body as her ass or crotch, the familiarity and exposure in front of the entire party was humiliating.
And yet Suzanne stood there meekly, letting the man’s hands slide across her body as not only her very own husband, but the rest of the guests watched. Before long the old man stood up, and grasping shoulders, spun her around. Without a word she complied with his silent command, allowing the old man to smear the lotion upon her back, then her arms, and finally her shoulders. She was surprised at the firm strong feel of Henry’s hands digging into her flesh, and when he finally turned her around to face him, without a thought Suzanne took a deep breath, causing her chest to puff out like a female bird’s response to an anticipatory mate. It was with some surprise to her when Henry handed her the bottle of sunblock, saying, “Sorry, I don’t want to get too forward with you,” he said apologetically. Suzanne looked at him trying to hide her confusion and shameful disappointment. Apparently her ass and crotch, as well as the rest of her body, was something acceptable for him to touch, but her breasts were off-limits. Again she was surprised at her own response, her body not only expecting, but willing to allow the man to apply the lotion to her chest.
Quickly trying to mask her feelings, she squirted some lotion upon her hands and finished applying the lotion, embarrassingly aware of the other men’s envious and lustful stare as she worked the lotion into her exposed chest. Suddenly Henry grasped her around the waist as Suzanne let out a loud yell in surprise.
Pulling her against him intimately, Henry yelled out to everybody at the party, “By the way, I wanted to let everybody know since David Carter is unable to participate in the games this year due to his unfortunate accident, Suzanne has graciously accepted my offer to stand in as a replacement,” he announced. Suzanne was aware of all the looks focusing upon her, the men showing obvious jealousy aimed towards the old man, while surprisingly, she saw a few women smile, realizing they thought it cute she was taking pity upon their neighbor and humoring him. “Isn’t that right honey?” Henry said. Suddenly Suzanne let out another squeal of surprise as Henry slapped her on the ass, the loud ‘Smack!’ carrying across the sound of the music. Meanwhile everybody around them burst out laughing— including her own husband! Suzanne looked at Henry in dismay and confusion, but the man had already turned away, his attention not even upon her as he walked towards the men watching her earlier. To her disgrace, she watched as they greeted the old man, slapping his back and loudly congratulating him on the opportunity to finally participate in the games at the party. In a stark epiphany, Suzanne realized there was more than one male ego she had to stroke today.
David needed to prove he was still ‘man enough’ to maintain a beautiful woman as his wife. Having her dress brazenly, he was practically daring the other men to hit on her. His suggestion she flirt with the guys was a carefully orchestrated plan to show he was still man enough to have her come back to him. In essence he was ‘staking his claim’ to all the men, announcing even if she was a sexy flirt, she was leaving the party with him, wheelchair and all. But now she realized her presence also included participation in another underlying game of male egotism involving Henry. Like her husband, the older man also had something to prove. He had been on the sidelines for all these parties as a single man, unable to participate in the fun because of being alone. Add to that he was almost twice the age of most of the men in the neighborhood. Being older, none of the men considered him any real ‘threat’ to the bullshit macho games they played when hitting on each other’s wives. Suzanne realized Henry also needed to prove to everybody he still ‘had it’ at his age, and having a young sexy woman such as herself in her early twenties as his partner was like teasing a dog with a piece of raw meat.

Henry had joined in the male pissing match by openly feeling her up in front of everybody, with her husband’s obvious approval. Suzanne only then began to become aware at how twisted the minds of men here were. She almost became pissed off not only at the other men for this longstanding ‘game,’ but at her very own husband who was basically treating her like a prized horse, showing favoritism towards Henry by ‘lending’ her to him. Although his demeanor was innocent enough, Suzanne realized Henry’s actions had been completely aimed towards the group of men he was now chatting with. He had not been so subtle as to make a pass at her, but he had shown the men she was ‘his’ in a sense by blatantly putting the sunblock all over her. Henry’s slap was not a flirty action of intimacy, but a statement to the men displaying his domination over her and his apparent superiority to them. Once again, the thought of a dog pissing on a tree to stake its claim came to mind, only now she was the tree. Staring at the group of men, Suzanne was surprised to see Henry stretching and warming up while he talked to those around him. Seeing the determination on his face and how deliberate his motions were, she suddenly realized he was here to win the games as another thought crossed her mind—not only did Henry have to prove his virility by being with a young beautiful woman, but he also wanted to physically show everybody he was still able to function.
Suzanne had wondered if the elderly man could keep up with her during the games, but seeing him go through an intricate series of warm-ups, she now wondered if she would be the one having to keep up with him.

She shook her head, again overwhelmed by all the male ego bullshit. She felt like the proverbial trophy wife, only in this case, for two men. And both those men—her husband and her neighbor—were dangling her in front of everybody like a prize, proving they still had what it took to be a man. And yet, she had no doubt if she asked them point blank about what was going on they would not even be aware of their actions, firmly believing they simply wanted her to have a good time at the party. Ultimately though, this was for them, and she needed to let them play this out. Suzanne had taken enough psychology classes in college to know at a deep subconscious level, they felt the need to display their male dominance to the rest of the world, and she was the tool they would use to do it. Looking over at her husband, Suzanne saw David surrounded and talking to several women, surprised at him garnishing such attention. Typically she and David were always together as a couple, kept to themselves, and were only socialized by other couples. Yet now, with her being uncharacteristically detached from him—and the gaming partner of somebody else—he was enveloped by a crowd of women, Suzanne’s new role making him considered ‘single’ to their thinking. She watched cynically as the women feigned over exaggerated concern over her husband’s injury, the man foolishly sucking up every word. With her woman’s insight she comprehended the women passive aggressively trying to ‘get back at her’ for taking their own husband’s attention, showing they could retaliate just as easily. Thankfully, she thought to herself with what not unwarranted egotism, none of the women were as pretty as she was, and Suzanne could not suppress her grin when she caught her husband’s eye and saw him wink at her. Maybe her husband was not as foolish as she thought, understanding at least some of the reasons for his new-found popularity and change in attitude by the women. Then she felt her entire body flush with shame as he mouthed the words, “Keep it up,” to her, before once again turning his attention to the women around him, laughing at something one of them said. Suzanne remained standing by the pool dumbfounded. David had watched her be overly welcomed by the men at the party, then sat in silence as their neighbor applied sunblock to her entire body—and he approved! She was shocked at her husband’s attitude. She had believed once she had flirted a little with everybody, he would be appeased enough to stop this charade, but that was evidently not the case. Her attention was abruptly drawn to three men walking over to her from the main group of guys she had been noticing, recognizing John Wall, who lived next door to the Meyers with his wife Ashley; Raimon Aponte, one of the few single men in the neighborhood living two houses down from her and David; and James Price, one of their few black neighbors. Suzanne of David were not racist—she could care less that James was black, or that his wife Cheryl was white—it was simply in a neighborhood as upscale as theirs, the number of African Americans was low, there being only three colored families in the community. Raimon himself was Latino, the dark-skinned man originally from Columbia, and Suzanne silently admired his dark bronzed skin, exposed to everybody wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and flip flops.

Sitting in the hotel lounge, the thought of Raimon caused a warmth to spread deep within Suzanne’s stomach, expanding outward through the rest of her body.
She realized she was getting tipsy—now on her fifth or sixth glass of wine—forgetting how many drinks she had accepted from the various men in the lounge. Suzanne placed her inebriation as the cause of thoughts about Raimon eliciting a sexual response from her body, unwilling to admit she would have felt the same even without the alcohol. He was the reason she was here tonight. He was the one who held their house, their lives—and apparently her own morality and self-esteem—in his hands. The thought of one man having such power over her and David, causing her ultimate compliance and subjugation towards him, was incongruously arousing to her.
Under any other condition she would have told him to fuck off for what he had proposed, possibly reporting him to his superiors, but once again she knew this was not any other circumstance, there being extenuating circumstances.
The man had known her better than herself—or even David—obviously aware she would eventually cave in to save their house, manipulated to the point where she was now sitting in a hotel bar filled with horny businessmen, dressed seductively in what she called a ‘come fuck me’ dress, waiting like a whore for a rendezvous with a complete stranger. Another wave of warm arousal passed through her body, and Suzanne was ashamed to admit there was more than alcohol racing through her bloodstream. Pushing her horny thoughts back to the past, she once again recalled the three men greeting her…

“Suzanne, it’s so good to finally see you break out of that old suit you always wore,” James Price said to her, the tall black man towering above her. Suzanne now understood what her husband mean about her old swimsuit. For so many people to mention it at the party meant she had definitely needed a new suit, albeit a more conservative one than what she was now wearing, determined to throw the old one away when she got home. But her thoughts were interrupted as by way of greeting, the large black man startled her by grasping her hips and pulling her body to him, his head bending down to give her a kiss like Neal Meyers had done earlier.
As if by magic she felt her body meld against him, opening her mouth practically involuntarily as he French kissed her just like host of the party had done earlier. The difference though was this kiss lasting much longer than a usual greeting.
Suzanne was acutely aware of her body pressed tightly against the muscular black man. Her eyes then opened in surprise—her not realizing she had even closed them—as James’ tongue slid between her lips and into her mouth! Once more she felt like things were getting out of control as she vainly tried to pull away from his firm embrace. What was he thinking, she wondered? Kissing another married woman so intimately.
The kiss lasted for an indeterminable amount of time, and it was not until her own tongue involuntarily began to move and dance with his that he released her. She looked up at his smiling face, realizing although he had released her from his kiss, she remained leaning against him for a few moments longer before finally pulling away. Suzanne was completely confused and flabbergasted, out of breath while her breasts rose and fell rapidly to his inscrutable gaze. Before she had a chance to say anything in reproach, John Wall also greeted her with a kiss.
John’s kiss was chaster than James’, but the sheer intimacy still left her chest rising and falling and her pulse thready by the time he was done. And then it was Raimon’s turn.
Raimon had the neighborhood reputation of being a ‘ladies’ man.’ He had moved from Columbia to take over one of the local banks—the very same bank where she and David had several loans—and had done quite well for himself. In typical Latino machismo fashion, he refused to settle down with any one woman, bragging to everybody how he preferred to ‘play the field’ and have a bevy of women at his beck and call, claiming variety was the spice of lie and better than being tied down to just one woman. But to her surprise, Raimon gently took her hand and gave it a gentle kiss.
Suzanne smiled, thankful for his gentlemanly action when suddenly his grip tightened and he yanked her against him as she let out a squeal of surprise, drawing the attention yet again of the entire group of people attending the party. And then his lips met hers and Suzanne’s mind was completely wiped of everybody and everything around her. And then Suzanne opened her mouth—not from the kiss, but instead in total astonishment as Raimon’s hand moved around and firmly grasped her right ass cheek! Suzanne could not even react as just as quickly, the Latin man’s tongue was inside her mouth, let in by her own startlement, wasting no time as he began swirling his tongue around hers, holding her against him as one hand held her tightly by the ass. She was consciously aware of one of Raimon’s legs between her own, his grasp upon her ass pressing her firmly against his body while he kissed her deeply, and Suzanne heard several people’s laughter around her as they watched her veritable assault. Time lost all meaning, Suzanne unaware how long she was held her like that, but it was long enough for her surprise and startlement to transform into another feeling—one she was ashamed to acknowledge—as desire began coursing through her, her arousal completely overcoming her before he finally broke his intimate embrace. Suzanne stumbled back dumbly, once again out of breath as she realized it was from complete desire, leaving her confused and disconcerted not just by their actions, but her own reaction. Her startlement was not as much directed towards the men’s boldness—although they had never acted in such an intimate fashion with her, but she had seen them make similar advances towards the other women in similar situations so dressed as she was, now playing the ‘game’ she was not surprised at them kissing her, as uncomfortable as she was. She was a woman of her word, and David had asked her to be more ‘friendly’ with the guys—this type of situation was exactly what he was talking about.
No, her surprise was at her own body’s response. She was fully conscious of her tight breasts, racing heart, shallow breath, and fully aroused sensation, confused at her feelings. As the men looked at her with knowing grins on their faces, she consciously felt her nipples harden, confined by the material of the small bikini. Turning her head away to avoid looking at the knowing glances of the three men, Suzanne saw David, embarrassed and surprised to see him openly smiling at her. He was still surrounded by the group of wives vying for his attention—including James Price’s and John Wall’s wives—and it was obvious they all had seen the men’s advances on her.
And then something happened which changed the entire course of the day. As she pondered on her feelings, she looked at her husband, ready to join him, when he suddenly gave her a ‘thumbs up’ sign. She was appalled. Had her husband really just given his approval towards her not only intimately kissing another man, but his sexual assault upon her? Her attention was drawn back to the three men surrounding her as they complimented her on how great she looked in her bikini. James Price offered her a drink, and as flustered as she was from the their actions and stares at her exposed body, she gratefully accepted the cocktail, needing the alcohol to calm her nerves—not to mention getting the scandalous musky taste of another man out of her mouth. Taking a drink of the tropical punch, Suzanne let out an involuntary moaned in bliss at the fruity sweet taste.
“Mmm, what is this?” she asked, keenly aware of the men’s leers at her body, but she was distracted from their advances as she took another long pull from the straw in her drink. “Neal calls it Tropical Surprise,” John told her. “And before you ask, the surprise is not at how quickly it hits you, but at what you may end up doing at the end of the night after several of them,” he laughed with the other men, their eyes practically undressing her as they moved across her body. Their little group soon attracted others, and Suzanne was quickly surrounded by several other men.
In a brief moment of narcissistic pride, Suzanne realized she had twice as many men around her than David did women. She was even gratified to see a look of jealous anger from Cheryl Price, James’ wife who was a well-known model. Suzanne felt a small sense of pride recognizing some of the men who had been vying for Chery’s attention now joining Suzanne and the growing throng of men around her. She then silently admonished herself. Although Cheryl often acted like she was the only woman present, it was still catty of Suzanne to be so narcissistic.
But once again glancing back to her husband wondering if he would be jealous at the attention she was now receiving, he merely smiled at her and raised his drink in a toast. Suzanne was abruptly startled when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, a firm and decidedly male body pressing against her back. She heard Henry’s voice over her shoulder, somewhat relaxing in his embrace as he asked her, “Are these men trying to steal away my partner?”
All of the men around her laughed with Henry, and although Suzanne was glad for the safety provided by a familiar person, she was chagrinned and embarrassed when she became aware of the firm sensation of Henry’s cock pressing against her ass. Suzanne attempted to pull away, only to feel Henry’s grip tighten, holding her firmly against him, his cock resting between her ass cheeks. She was extremely confused—was he actually trying to console and protect her, or was he purposely dry humping her right there in front of everybody? Her attention was drawn back to the crowd of men as several said the same statement, “Naw Henry, we were just complimenting her on her new suit.” She flushed in further embarrassment when Henry told them with pride he had been the one who had selected the suit, all of the men showing obvious surprise and Suzanne blushed even further when Henry’s hips pressed even tighter, making no pretense about his hard-on pressing against her. Absently she noted the looks and nods of approval aimed at the old man, recognizing this was yet another aspect of the male domination games being played—not only her husband, but her elderly neighbor. Henry had to prove to the male population he was not an old throwaway, and as he wrapped his arms even tighter around her, Suzanne once again realized she had a second male ego to please. Although every instinct within her screamed out in protest, Suzanne forced herself to loosen up in Henry’s arms, leaning further into his body. She wanted to give her elderly neighbor some dignity, even though she felt completely degraded. Henry’s response was simply biological, she reasoned. She was a third of his age, so was definitely ‘out of her league.’ But she knew it was impossible for his body to ignore the proximity of a woman after being along so long. Her relaxation into his arms had an obvious effect on Henry, as the distinct pressure against the crack of her ass got even firmer, yet surprisingly, Henry continued talking to the men as if nothing unusual were happening. Unfortunately, her own biology was affecting her as well. Henry may be three times her age, but he was a man, and she had been without sex for some time due to David’s accident. So no matter how embarrassed she was, she could not suppress the pure lust building within her. In her mind, Suzanne could not believe the circumstances she was in—basically being as good as naked while surrounded by a group of lustful men who made no attempt at hiding their desire for her, held against another man as his obvious arousal pressed against her.
She could not focus on the conversations occurring around her, as all her attention was focused on Henry, his arms wrapped securely around her bare waist and the all-too-conspicuous pressure of his sex wedged against her ass. But she had little worry about, barely noticing the conversations turning away from her, instead focusing upon Henry. It would have been ignorant of her to believe the men were not aware of her standing there, as they all continued to roam their eyes over her body; however, Henry was their main focus of their conversation. Listening to Henry talk over her, she realized there was a tone of happiness in his voice she had not heard before. Once again Suzanne recalled how Henry had always been on the periphery of the party, these same men gathered elsewhere and shutting him out of their circle. Even she and David, as well as the other couples they socialized with had only talked to him out of pity.
Now he was clearly being accepted as ‘one of the guys,’ obviously relishing in the change in attitude and attention.
Although she was completely mortified at her predicament, she continued to force her acceptance of Henry’s arms around her, her desire to help the older gentleman solidify his claim to ‘maleness’ amongst the other men, not objecting to his intimate hold upon her. She could not believe the stupid and stereotypical behavior the men were exhibiting, but it was impossible to dispute. She was merely a prop to be admired, the ‘trophy’ held before them to earn their respect. To her relief, the crowd eventually broke off a few minutes later as David joined them, informing everybody the games were ready to begin. Having a moment alone with her husband while everything was being set up, Suzanne was surprised when he asked if she was enjoying herself. “What? You mean your wife flirting with all the men at the party?” she asked somewhat upset. Her husband laughed and looked pointedly at her breasts, and looking down, Suzanne blushed in shame. Her nipples were hard as concrete, their outline distinct and readily visible beneath the thin material of her bikini. “Admit it, you enjoy the attention,” he said. Suzanne remained silent, but reluctantly agreed.
Instead of attributing her reaction to suddenly becoming a slut, she instead reasoned her reaction being purely a product of physiology. What woman did not enjoy men paying attention to her, particularly knowing it was purely lustful desire?
And yet her body’s reaction bothered her. The sexual frustration growing over the last couple month’s since David’s injury was being completely unleashed in response to the men’s attention. Psychologically she knew David was the love of her life and her lifelong mate, her body had been denied sexual release for so long, it was responding to the presence and notice of virile men. It was biology, plain and simple—but it did not make her feel any less uncomfortable. Trying to keep her thoughts away from such subjects, she asked David if he had seen the men kissing her earlier. “Yeah, that was some kiss from Raimon,” her husband said proudly to her surprise. “So was James’ kiss,” he added. “Did you enjoy them?” he asked. “Well, it didn’t suck,” she replied truthfully, recalling the intimate taste of each man’s mouth upon her tongue. David smiled, looking at her as he said, “You know, I never thought of you being with another man, but I have to confess I’ll be having some interesting interracial thoughts in my fantasies the next time we are alone,” he laughed. “David James Carter,” she said appallingly, as her husband simply laughed. “Just kidding, just kidding,” David said unconvincingly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Suzanne had known him long enough to know David rarely joked about such things, more prone to speaking his mind. It was typical for him to feign disinterest when she responded negatively. She looked at him knowingly as he continued, saying, “I have to admit it was hot as Hell seeing the men be so touchy feely with you,” he confessed. “I never thought it would be such a turn on, but I’ve been hard most of the party watching them react to you,” he told with a grin. “That’s because you had close to forty pounds of silicon thrusted in your face for the last hour,” she chided, recalling the group of women that had surrounded him. David laughed.
“I was just having a little fun, as you well should,” he said, giving her a poignant look. Before she could reply, their attention was drawn to Henry calling out to her, letting them her know the games were apparently ready to begin. Walking towards their neighbor and her partner for the day, Suzanne watched David wheel his chair to Neal and Angeline, who began explaining the games to everybody. This year, they announced, there were eight games they would be playing. Each game would award points to the winners, and at the end of the evening the points would be added up and the winners awarded their cut of the pot. Momentarily forgetting about her skimpy attire and the effect it had been having upon her, Suzanne looked around, seeing there were at least fifty people present at the party. Although not everybody participated in the party games, they all pitched into the pot, the idea being the people on the sidelines were as entertained watching as the couples playing. While listening to Neal and Angeline talk through a bullhorn about the games, she was momentarily startled when Henry put his arm around her bare waist, his hand loosely grasping her naked hip. Remembering her earlier thoughts on his actions obviously meant to improve his status amongst the other men at the party, instead of being concerned, Suzanne simply smiled up at him, flattered he felt so comfortable around her. She was willing to give some concessions to the man, particularly in light of him being without his wife so long. It was the least she could do for him, knowing he was simply a harmless old man. Turning her attention back to listening to the Meyers couple talk about the judging of the games. It was almost as if something were nagging the back of her mind as she gradually became aware of Henry’s thumb moving back and forth, softly stroking her oily skin. The act was so innocuous, Suzanne was not even sure Henry was aware of it, so instead of being upset and making a scene, she made no mention of it. And actually she became comforted at the feeling, the small strokes soothing, and without realizing it, she unconsciously leaned against him further. It was not until everybody started moving to get ready for the first game that Suzanne realized her body was once again responding sexually to Henry’s touch, her nipples once again hardened as she felt her loins begin to heat up. Thankfully she had the game to focus upon. The first game was called ‘Fruit Salad’ and the Meyers explained the male partner would be the holder of the fruit—in this case a bunch of grapes, an orange, and a banana—and the female partner would be the carrier, taking each of the fruits one by one which the partner held and running down the yard and back, taking the next fruit—while still holding the previous ones—and repeating their run until completed with all three fruits. Then it was the partner’s turn, who would take back each of the fruits and run the course. The twist to the game was the grapes would be held in the mouth, the orange under their chin, and the banana between the legs, everybody having to pass and carry the fruits in the same place. Use of hands was prohibited, even if something was dropped, and if so, they had to return the fruit to the designated place before continuing the relay. As the men were given their fruit, Suzanne became alarmed to see the grapes were loose, not in bunches as she assumed. As such, the women had to swap grapes between their mouths. She was momentarily concerned about having to be so intimate with Henry—the only way to pass the grapes between them would be a kiss—but then she thought about the kisses from James and Raimon. A dark hidden part of her reasoned she had already had a large black man’s and Latino’s tongues in her mouth, why would an old man’s mouth be of any consequence. As her mind recalled the men’s earlier kisses, she once again felt her body react, a blast of heat travelling through her loins as her breasts continued to tighten.
Silently chiding herself, she focused once again upon the party and the games, taken aback by her sudden flood of carnal thoughts, again blaming it on her and David’s dry spell in bed. Henry handed her another of the mixed drinks—Tropical Surprise, she remembered them being called— and Suzanne quickly gulped it down, both for the liquid courage it would bring, as well as something else to focus upon as everybody prepared to begin. The men were handed their fruit and all the women laughed as they made fun of their partners stuffing the five grapes into their mouths, tucking the oranges under their chins, and finally sticking the bananas into their crotch. Several guys dropped their oranges or bananas so it took a bit of time before everybody was ready. Like the other women, Suzanne had taken off her shoes, being barefoot for the run, and they all stood at the other end of the yard across from their partners ready to run to them. As soon as the whistle blew, Suzanne sprinted with the other women across the yard to their partners. At that moment she and several other women realized they could not simply sprint across the yard in a bikini without certain body parts shifting drastically, to the cheers and delight of the surrounding spectators. Although her breasts did not completely fall out of her suit—unlike several other women’s—it was still disconcerting to have her 35C’s flop around while the crowd roared and cheered. Although they could not use their hands to hold or pass the fruit, they could use them to keep their body parts unrevealed, and the crowd roared its delight watching the women continuously readjusting their chests and using their arms to hold their boobs in place. When Suzanne reached Henry she was so absorbed in the spirit of the game and party, there was no hesitation as she opened her mouth, tilting her head as if to give a kiss to Henry as he did the same. But then her eyes opened wide in surprise as Henry’s arms wrap around her waist, pulling her body into his, and instead of simply dropping the grapes from his mouth into hers, she felt their lips meet. Suzanne let out an involuntary groan when Henry’s tongue thrusted into her mouth, and without thinking she slid her own tongue against his in response as she felt first one, then the other grapes move into her mouth. Henry pulled her even tighter against her as the crowd cheered, and Suzanne’s eyes opened in surprise as her mouth was flooded not only by the grapes, but what felt like a cup of Henry’s saliva. She groaned again in response to the hot fluid entering her mouth, the intimate passing of fluids turning her on even further. She could not believe the buildup of saliva in Henry’s mouth, and unable to contain it all, felt it pour past their lips, down her chin, and on to her chest. She was also keenly aware of Henry’s body against hers, and in the back of her mind Suzanne wondered whether the firm object pressing into her crotch was the banana or Henry’s earlier prominent erection. But then the last of the grapes entered her mouth and he let her go. Turning to the cheers of the crowd, her mind flustered at the intimate way Henry had given her the fruit and his saliva drooling out of her mouth, Suzanne ran down the yard, still holding her breasts against her chest as she circled the cone where she had started and ran back to Henry. Suzanne realized it was not easy having even five grapes in your mouth without eating them, and as she held them in her mouth her mouth began watering, realizing why Henry’s saliva had poured into her mouth. By the time she reached Henry and he again pressed their bodies against each other, she was drooling like a newborn. Once again she was in an intimate embrace with the older man, but it was easy for the taller man to simply drop the fruit into awaiting neck, and she was quickly able to take the orange from Henry before once again running across the yard. Finally it was the banana hand-off, and Suzanne became frustrated when she could not seem to get the hang of taking it between her legs—mainly due to her small frame compared to Henry’s height. As the crowd shouted and cheered them on at her mocking attempts as if she were trying to dry hump him, Suzanne suddenly felt Henry reached around her again.
Her mouth was full of the grapes, and she was trying to keep the orange in the crook of her neck, otherwise she would have shouted in shock as she felt Henry’s hands surprisingly grasp her ass tightly, literally lifting her body up as he thrusted forward.
Suzanne was surprised at his boldness, but suddenly she the banana slip beneath her legs, pressing against her crotch. The crowd cheered as Henry lowered her down and she turned and waddled down the course. As she reached Henry the third time it was now Henry’s turn to run the course. Immediately his face came to hers, his mouth pressing against her own as she once again opened herself to the older man, feeling Henry’s tongue scooping the grapes from her mouth into his. She was shocked at his boldness, completely ignoring the saliva pouring down her chin and breasts as her tongue danced with his, trying to help him move the remaining grapes. And once it was done, she watched him turn and sprint down the yard. Recalling her previous thoughts about Henry being too old for such exertions, she was amazed to see him easily run past John Wall in a fast sprint down the yard, realizing he obviously had more stamina than she thought. Henry then repeated taking the orange from her. This time around it was this fruit which gave them trouble, as her smaller stature meant she could not simply drop it into the crook of his neck as he had done. Suddenly felt the round fruit begin to roll down her chest, and to her startlement, felt Henry slam his face into her breasts, trapping the fruit as he slowly moved his head up and down to work the orange to his neck. The crowd cheered as Suzanne blushed, Henry’s face sliding all over her breasts and cleavage as he attempted to get the orange under his chin. To the side of them she heard David’s voice cheering Henry on as the man’s face continued to slide across her chest in a grotesquely bizarre version of ‘motor boating,’ until finally his arms wrapped around her, and giving her a tight hug, finally gained control of the orange before he stood up, turned, and ran down the yard. She was so caught up in the race, the crowd cheering loudly, that it was not until she heard her husband calling her name that she became aware of something amiss. Seeing him nodding towards her, Suzanne looked down, her eyes opening wide in pure mortification as she saw her right boob hanging freely out of the confines of her bikini top! Suzanne realized Henry must have shifted the suit aside while trying to gain control over the orange. Quickly stuffing her boob back into the bathing suit—not before several men applauded and thanked her for the free show—she wondered if he had known his face was rubbing across her bare breast, but then her attention was brought back to the race as Henry arrived for the final passing of the fruit. Without hesitation the elderly man slammed his pelvis into her own, once again grasping her ass and pulling her pelvis harshly into his, easily getting the banana due to his size, and running down the course. Although they had been fifth when Suzanne was carrying the fruit, she was more than surprised to discover they ended up finishing second, due to Henry’s stamina and fast running. The Walls had pulled ahead of them, mainly due to the trouble her and Henry had with her banana and his orange issue, but both her and Henry were happy to receive their ten points—the winners getting fifteen while the third place couple—Ralph and Marilyn Mohr who lived further down the road--received five points. She saw David wheel next to a whiteboard with the list of names, writing their numbers down in the appropriate row, and she realized he must have volunteered as the score keeper, glad he could participate in some fashion. Everybody dispersed through the yard to take a break and get ready for the next game, and Suzanne watched her husband wheel to her and Henry, her partner having brought her another drink. “Good job both of you,” David said happily. “I don’t know which was funnier, watching Sue try and get that damn banana from you or you rubbing your face all over her tits to get that orange,” he laughed. Suzanne blushed, thinking about how her bikini was obviously not the best outfit to be wearing for such a vigorous game. First there was the incident running across the road and almost having her tits fly out of the small material, and she realized Karma was a bitch when she had been thankful not to be one of
the ones to have put on a show—only to end up having her breast exposed to everybody for who knows how long. Then there was Henry grasping her ass. Although she had not realized it until after the race, his groping had caused her suit to completely wedge into her ass, and she was chagrined to find out she had been so caught up in the race it had not been until it was over that she discovered her ass had been completely exposed, unconsciously reaching around to adjust the suit yet again. “Yeah, it was distracting as hell,” Henry was saying. “Trying to get a hold of that damn orange and being so distracted at Suzanne’s gorgeous tits sliding across my face,” the old man laughed. Suzanne immediately blushed at the elderly man’s brazen comment, looking towards David, expecting him to stand up for her; however, her husband apparently did not take offense, continuing to chat with Henry about the race, as if another man rubbing his face across his wife’s chest was nothing to worry about. She could only stare in surprise as David talked about the other mishaps in the race, neither man paying attention to her. Suzanne was beside herself. Not only had she inadvertently shown off her ass to a yard full of her neighbors, but then she had flashed many of them with her bare breast, and her husband could have cared less. Henry stepped away to help Neal, Angeline, and a few others get ready for the next game, and Suzanne was thankful for the brief moment alone with David, looking at him with reproach. “Are you happy?” she asked obviously upset. “Because of you making me wear this damn suit I’ve basically flashed the entire neighborhood,” she told him. Expecting some consolation, she was instead taken aback when her husband laughed, saying, “Trust me, nobody was complaining Hon,” he told her. Suzanne could only look down at him in astonishment. “You don’t mind other men basically got to see me naked?” she asked, startled to hear her husband’s complete lack of concern. David laughed, telling her, “You weren’t naked, it was only a flash, but even if you had been naked, I couldn’t have been more proud of you,” he said. Seeing her shocked face, he smiled, saying, “Honey, it was great. You should have heard the comments from those guys about you having the best body here. They only got a brief glimpse of what I get to see every day. Am I upset? Hell no, I’m proud as hell,” he told her. Suzanne could not believe her husband’s attitude, but before she could continue the conversation, their attention was drawn to Neal and Angeline calling for everybody to gather around. Somewhat upset with her husband’s lack of concern for her own propriety, she joined Henry, who once again put his arm around her waist. This time Suzanne did not even hesitate as she leaned into the man’s embrace as she glared at her husband to see what he thought of her willing obeisance. To her surprise and continued anger, he merely grinned at her. Turning her attention to the next game, Suzanne saw bales of hay arranged in a large circle, realizing what the next game would be. Previous years had always included a game of musical chairs, so Suzanne assumed it would be the same; however, she discovered she was mistaken when the hosting couple announced the game to be what they called ‘Pop the Balloon.’ It was a simple game. The men were instructed to sit on the bales of hay and place a balloon in their lap. The women had to pop the balloon without using their hands, feet, or teeth—basically having to sit and squirm in the men’s laps to crush the balloons with their bodies.
The twist—which always seemed to be present with each game—was the balloons were not completely inflated, so it would take some careful maneuvering to squeeze and burst them. Suzanne recalled playing the game a few years ago, but it had been awhile since this game had been played since, the Meyers always mixing the games up year to year to prevent people from practicing and getting an unfair advantage in attempts to win the games. It made the games more fun instead of cutthroat competition. This particular game was always a crowd pleaser for the people on the sidelines, entertained as the women squirmed and contorted themselves in the men’s laps in attempts to pop the balloons. Being only partially inflated, it was common for the balloons to shoot out from beneath the couples to everybody’s amusement, causing the woman to get up, retrieve the balloon, and start all over. But Suzanne was familiar with this game, her and David having won this exact event several years ago. Recalling David’s strategy, she glanced over to him and saw him smile, realizing he too remembered the game. Looking at Henry, David told him, “This is a sure win for you two, isn’t it Honey?” he said. The trick to the game was getting the balloon trapped against each other’s pelvis. Most people attempted to sit on the balloon, trapping it in the man’s lap, but since the women’s butts and legs were fleshier, the balloons merely spread out. What was needed was a hardened surface to completely entrap the balloon, thereby forcing them to pop. As Henry looked perplexed and asked David what he meant, Suzanne saw her husband smile and wink at her, telling the older neighbor, “Don’t worry. Suzanne has this one. Don’t you honey?” with said once more with a big grin. Suzanne knew the trick was getting the balloon worked up the man's lap to his pelvis where the woman could grind her crotch—a bonier part of the body compared to her ass—and crush the balloon properly. But then Suzanne turned red, blushing as she realized she would be in Henry’s lap, not her husband’s. Looking over at David, she saw him suddenly laugh as he observed her sudden comprehension, and before she could talk to him or explain the tactic to Henry, the whistle was blown for them to get into their positions and get ready. Henry sat down on a bale of hay and placed the balloon in his lap, holding it there with his hands so it would not blow away before the Suzanne sat down, everybody waiting for the whistle to blow and start the game. And then it was on. Suzan saw all the women rush forward with her, watching as they turned away from their partners and sat down. Knowing what was needed, Suzanne instead straddled Henry’s lap while facing him, seeing his eyes opened in surprise. Smiling at his shocked face, his surprise overshadowing her own embarrassment at what she was about to do, Suzanne explained the strategy. “Just hold my hips and sit still. I need to get the balloon up to your crotch and then we can apply more pressure to it,” she told him. “This works easier if we’re both not squirming around, so let me do all the work,” she said. Glancing around, Suzanne saw all the couples making the same mistake, the women sitting and trying to pop the balloons by sheer weight with their asses, the crowd cheering as the women wiggled and shimmied on the men’s lap. Several people—including David—were watching her and Henry, a few even making suggestive comments about her straddling the elderly man different from the others. But Suzanne was focused upon her partner, and seeing the understanding in Henry’s eyes, he merely held her hips as instructed, but then his eyes once more widened as Suzanne began undulating her hips in his lap, slowly squeezing and pushing the balloon upwards between their bodies. The goal was getting the balloon trapped against both of their crotches, where it could be wedged between them against their pelvic bones. After that it was a simple matter of pressure, pressing their bodies against each other tight enough to eventually pop the balloon. Unfortunately, to Suzanne’s embarrassment, the act of moving the balloon into position and then attempting to pop it looked like she was dry humping her partner.
Suzanne then recalled the party her and David had won the game at, remembering her embarrassment as the crowd cheered them on. Back then it h ad been with her own husband, but now she was playing the game with Henry. She suddenly became all too aware of the suggestive comments being made around them as her hips undulated, her body straddling the elderly man. “Hey David, you better watch out, looks like Suzanne found somebody else to scratch that itch you can’t get to because of your cast,” she heard somebody shout, feeling her entire body redden in humiliation. The shout drew other people’s attention to them, and before long a most of the crowd was cheering her on, many making similarly crude comments as Suzanne went through the motions of humping Henry’s lap, slowly working the balloon higher up his body. The motions of her undulating on David’s, and now Henry’s, laps had been embarrassing enough, but Suzanne suddenly realized another problem. When she and David had played this game, she had been in her antiquated blue one-piece suit, which covered her body, keeping both her ass and cleavage hidden from sight. This year she was wearing nothing more than a few pieces of triangular cloth, which as the previous game had shown, could easily be shifted around with every movement she made.
Although her movements on Henry’s lap were provocative enough, to her shame and embarrassment she realized the crowd’s attention was more focused more upon suit—or what was happening to her suit. Each time she undulated her hips and slid the balloon a few inches higher, the bottoms of her suit also slid up, the material slowly working into the crack of her ass. But she could not adjust her suit as her hands were around Henry’s neck in order to maintain pressure on the balloon. In addition, straddled and facing Henry and undulating her hips, pressing her body against him to avoid the balloon from slipping free caused her breasts to be mere inches from her partner’s face. And due to the lack of support the small pieces of material provided, her tits were jiggling and bouncing right in front of him. The only thing she could do to resolve the embarrassing situation was to get the balloon popped as quickly as possible as she redoubled her efforts. “Christ David, you never told us Suzie was so limber,” she heard somebody shout out behind them. Suzanne was shocked to hear her husband answer back, “You’re just jealous she’s not wiggling like that on you each night!” Instead of defending her honor, he was goading her on! To give him credit, Henry had followed her orders, the elderly man’s hands merely holding her bare hips as she gyrated upon his lap. He was remaining the perfect gentleman, even though she was making every motion appear like she was fucking him.
Turning her gaze to her partner instead of the balloon, Suzanne was shocked to notice even though he had listened to her and remained still, letting her do the work getting the balloon up his lap, his eyes were definitely not still, nor upon her face—should felt her body flush in embarrassment once again as she saw the man’s gaze staring straight ahead, mesmerized by her bouncing and quivering mammary glands less than a few inches from his face. Meanwhile the crowd continued with its comments, some getting vulgar, Suzanne hearing comments like, “That’s it Suzanne, ride that old man!” and “If Henry’s heart doesn’t explode, another part of him is about to!” And then Suzanne’s shame hit rock-bottom as she realized the combination of her undulating sensually upon her neighbor’s lap, combined with the knowledge her entire ass was once again on display before the crowd, added with the crowds vulgar comments and Henry’s eyes blatantly transfixed at her bouncing boobs had a completely adverse effect on her than she expected.
To her complete and utter shame, she felt herself getting aroused! Although rubbing her crotch continuously on the balloon and Henry’s lap was likely a physiological response, Suzanne was suddenly cognizant of a darker, deep-seeded part of her psyche coming to surface, a part up until now she had never known existed. To her concern she discovered she was ENJOYING the vulgar comments of the people around her, getting turned on at the prospect of her
movements being so realistic she might as well have been fucking Henry before a crowd. No longer did she feel her mind recoil in horror as she felt her arousal once again come to the forefront, feeling herself getting wet, her nipples hardening—all due to the dark and depraved part of her relishing the attention the crowd, as well as Henry, was giving her. Her sister had once confided her feelings of exhibitionism when Suzanne had asked her why she enjoyed stripping. At the time, Suzanne had never understood Jen’s feeling of power doing something so degrading. But now the veil seemed to have been lifted as she understood.
If this was the feeling her sister got each time she danced, no wonder she did it for a living. Debasing herself in such a manner in front of people was actually exciting! Looking down to check on the balloon’s placement, Suzanne’s eyes suddenly widened. The balloon was exactly where she wanted it to be situated; however, the inflated latex was not all she saw in Henry’s lap. Immediately a wave of intense heat flooded throughout Suzanne’s body at the sight of Henry’s swim trunks sticking straight prominently above the balloon, Henry’s obvious erection straining against the material of his suit. Suzanne could barely comprehend the tenting of Henry’s shorts. She had felt his erection earlier when he had held her against him, but she had been too preoccupied with her own embarrassment to notice some details—such as Henry apparently kept a small bat in his shorts! Still looking down in his lap, Suzanne realized she had never felt David dig into her body as prominently as Henry had when erect. Although she had never complained about her husband’s size, Henry definitely had nothing to be ashamed about, as Suzanne’s mind became filled with sudden erotic images. Suzanne had never thought of another man since first starting to date David, let alone having sex with them, but unwanted came the fantasy of her and Henry’s swimsuits removed, her lifting herself up and impaling herself upon her neighbor’s well-endowed manhood. She could not believe her thoughts as she once again felt tingling deep within her loins, disbelief coming to her face as she recognized her core’s arousal. And even more embarrassing, her nipples were rock hard, Henry probably becoming increasingly aware of her body’s lust. Suzanne whimpered as another flush of heat flashed between her legs.
Jesus Christ, she was becoming wet, she realized in sudden horror! The crowd’s yelling and urging once again brought her attention back to the game. Henry had not moved nor uttered a single word, following her direction to the letter even as it was readily apparent at least biologically there was an inherent coveting between them. Focusing back on the game in an attempt to curb her body’s growing response, she Henry to pull her even tighter against him to trap the balloon between them. Understanding and following her direction, she felt Henry’s hands tighten upon her hips, pulling her body closer into him. But it was not enough to put pressure balloon. Looking over Henry’s shoulder, she saw several people had now mimicked her position, understanding the method of breaking the balloons, but so far everybody was still in the game, no balloons having been broken, but it was only a matter of time. Throwing caution to the wind, knowing other couples were getting close to popping their own balloons, Suzanne told the older man, “Henry, grab my ass and pull me as tight as you can into you” Suzanne wrapped her arms around Henry's shoulders, pulling her body tightly against his as she hooked her felt around the back of Henry to provide more leverage between them—even as the crowd went wild at their new, obscene position. To give the man credit, he followed her direction to the letter as Suzanne felt the elderly man’s hands grasp her bare ass firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. Suddenly she felt her small frame lifted as Henry slammed her into his lap, jerking her forward and pressing her pelvis abruptly his own.
Suddenly Suzanne and Henry locked gazes, the cheers of the crowd completely forgotten as they looked at each other, equally shocked. Suzanne could feel the balloon squeezing between them tightly, but that was not the only thing she felt. Her and Henry looked at each other in shared understanding, mixtures of shock, astonishment, fear, and to Suzanne’s shame, arousal. For not only had Henry trapped the balloon between them like she had asked, but in lifting her up and slamming her against his pelvis, he had also done something neither of them expected—slamming Suzanne down directly upon his erection! The two could only stare, frozen in place as Suzanne felt Henry’s cock, separated only by the material of their swimsuits, press directly against her crotch, the head of his cock sinking almost a quarter of an inch into her pussy, along with her swimsuit and the balloon! Suzanne was mortified that she was suddenly so intimate with another man—in front of a crowd of people no less. Thankfully the rest of the crowd was unaware of what happened as she sat upon the older man’s erection. To her astonishment Henry then smiled at her, driving his hips up and pushing his swimsuit covered erection even further into her! Suzanne was suddenly filled with lust as Henry’s erection pressed against her clit, and without even realizing her actions, she squired until his erection was directly upon her clit. She had not realized how long it had been since her and David had been intimate, and months of abstinence suddenly overwhelmed her. Then Henry looked at her, snapping her out of her clouded confusion as he said, “C’mon Suzanne, we can win this!” It took her a moment to understand what he was saying, and as she looked down, saw the balloon was stretched taunt between them, almost looking clear. She was confused. Did not the man feel his cock pressing directly against his crotch? And yet, from his comment, he seemed to be more interested in the game than what was happening intimately between them. But Suzanne knew they were close to popping the balloon, so throwing caution to the wind, she began gyrating her hips vigorously in an attempt to trap the balloon tightly enough between them to cause it to rupture.
Suzanne heard more shouts around her about their actions: "Damn Henry, you two need to get a room!" some man shouted, as well as another one chiming in by saying, "David, you're wife always this aggressive?". Suzanne felt her body blush as several more comments were overheard, one man asking how much she charged for her personal version of neighborly love. Suzanne was filled with a variety of emotions—embarrassment at how her straddling Henry’s lap looked to everybody around them, arousal as the man’s erection now rubbed directly against her crotch. The mixture of feelings only fueled her arousal more as shame and humiliation of her predicament sank into her awareness---everybody’s attention upon her, the skimpy bathing suit now lodged completely in her ass, and Henry’s erection pressing directly upon her wet crotch. In addition, her frustration at the game overwhelmed her, their inability to pop the balloon and her own sexual frustration merging into one. She was definitely not in the right frame of mind as she heard her own voice gasped, “C’mon Henry. Try to drive that hard cock through our suits and into me. Let’s break that fucking balloon!” she grunted to him, slamming herself down upon the balloon and Henry’s rigid cock, feeling the material of her suit work even further into her slit. The words were out of her mouth before she was even aware of saying them, her face blushing in embarrassment at her vulgar speech, but Henry did not seem to mind as he suddenly pulled her forward, his face lodging between Suzanne’s breasts even as his fingers clenched tightly into her ass. At the same time his pelvis thrusted upwards, as if truly attempting to slam his cock through their suits and into her. In the back of her mind Suzanne rationalized her chest was the only place Henry could put his head and pull her tight enough against him to smash the balloon, so it was not that act which caused her to suddenly gasp, her mind going completely blank.
No, what caused her mind to go into shock was the unmistakable feeling of Henry’s teeth clamping down upon her left nipple, his face ground into her chest! Before she could say or do anything there was a sudden muffled ‘pop’ and Suzanne felt her hips jerk closer to Henry, both of them comprehending the balloon had finally popped between them.
The crowd cheered, but Suzanne’s mind was on other things, it taking only a split second for her to understand her and Henry’s bodies were no longer held apart by the unyielding balloon. As soon as the inflated barrier disappeared, Suzanne’s body jerked forward, Henry’s erection slamming directly against her crotch. Suzanne grunted as her neighbor’s erection pressed even tighter against the cloth of their suits, a sudden wave of pure unadulterated lust coursing through her at the knowledge of less than a millimeter of clothing preventing this man from entering her married pussy. And she would have welcomed it! Ashamed of her feelings, even as the crowd turned its attention to the other people playing, Suzanne leaned forward. Although to the crowd it looked she was merely resting against Henry and resting from their combined exertions, Suzanne let out a gasp as her hips jerked involuntarily against Henry’s erection, sending waves of desire through her. But her gasp was not due to what was going down below where nobody could see. No, what had her suddenly on fire was the sudden sensation of the elderly man’s tongue upon her bare breast. And then it happened. To her consternation, the combination of Henry’s grip upon her ass, his erection digging into her crotch, and his tongue upon her breast threw her over the edge, as Suzanne felt a small, yet powerful, orgasm course through her. Feeling Henry finally lean back and look up at her, she could only smile weakly as he said, “Looks like we won.” Suzanne’s throat gulped as she tried to regain her composure, embarrassed at the sudden intimate moment between them. But she hoped they could get over it. What had happened had been a biological reaction, and she knew Henry understood that, with her rubbing against him like that in an effort to pop the balloon, he would understand. She was a married woman after all, and although she was wearing a skimpy bikini and sitting on his lap, there was no way the sixty-something-year-old man would think there was anything else going on. Suddenly the old man smiled sheepishly, telling her, “My God Suzanne. I am so sorry for my body’s reaction,” he said plaintively.
In sudden clarity she realized his smile was actually a grimace of embarrassment as he continued. “It’s been so long since Brenda passed, and having such a beautiful woman this close to me…well, I am sorry,” he said. Even though the tip of a strange man’s cock was practically inside her, Suzanne felt sorry for the man. It had been so long since he had been intimate with a woman there was no wonder he could not control himself. His actions had not been voluntary, and her own embarrassment at having another man’s cock so close to entering her vanished as she tried to console him. Forcing a smile, she told him, “Don’t be embarrassed, I am actually flattered,” she said with a smile.
To prove she was not upset, she hitched her hips forward, pressing the head of the old man’s erection even more into the cleft between her legs, seeing Henry’s eyes grow wider. Abruptly another balloon popped near them, breaking the moment and drawing their attention back to the game. Once again aware of their surroundings, Henry relaxed his death grip upon Suzanne’s ass as she— somewhat reluctantly—stood up and moved away from the man. Like him, her body had unconsciously reacted to the proximity of a virile man, and compounded by the dry spell of sex from David’s injury and drinks earlier, she had become aroused to the point where the slightest stimulation had sent her over the edge. Trying to calm down, she listened to the people around her as her and Henry were declared the winners, James and his wife Cheryl being the second couple to pop their balloon, followed the Walls. As she watched David put the numbers up on the whiteboard, she reached behind her, gritting her teeth as she tried to inconspicuously pull her bathing suit out of not only her ass, but from between her slit, the sudden rasping sensation against her labia shamefully reawakening her lust. Her mind was in a complete disarray, mortified and confused at her reactions, practically in shock as she thought about Henry’s erection pressed so tightly against her most intimate area. If it had not been for the tiniest scraps of cloth from their bathing suits, she would have had him inside her, the thought both frightening and exciting. Had she just committed adultery? There was no doubt in her mind that Henry had been partially inside her. It may have only been a small portion of the head of his cock, and there was no doubt in her mind if it were not for the material of their bathing suits he would have fully penetrated her—a strange man’s cock in her married vagina. At what point was it considered a sin—the fact she had wanted him inside her, or the very act of him penetrating her? She was mortified and bewildered how she could have wanted somebody other than her husband so badly—particularly a man over three times her age. She was in a stupor as she turned around and began walking back to the chairs where David was already waiting. Suddenly she heard cheering and a round of applause behind her, breaking her thoughts and getting her attention. Turning around, Suzanne saw a group of men—the same ones watching her earlier—smiling and clapping at her, several of them giving her a ‘thumbs up’ sign. Apparently they were congratulating her on the win, and she smiled and waved back to them, it being a nice diversion from her troubled thoughts. David’s laughter caused her to once again spin around and face him, looking at him questioningly as Henry joined him, her continuing to walk to him.
Upon reaching the two men, she immediately opened her mouth to apologize to her husband for what had occurred during the balloon game, but it was Henry who got the words out first.
“Sorry about what happened during that game David, things sort of got a little carried away,” the older man said to her husband with apparent regret. Suzanne was completely flabbergasted when David merely shook his head, waving off the man as if somebody dry humping his own wife was of little consequence or an everyday occurrence. She could only stare at him in amazement, even as he told the elderly man he completely understood. Once again her attention was diverted as more clapping erupted behind her, and turning back around, another group of were men grinning and giving her more ‘thumbs up’ signs, looking at her approvingly. Turning back to David and seeing his own amused expression, Suzanne realized there was some hidden joke as she asked with obvious exasperation, “Will somebody please tell me what the Hell is going on?” Both Henry and her husband burst out laughing as David finally told her, “It looks like Henry was a bit…oh, shall we say enthusiastic, in holding you against him,” he laughed.
Seeing her puzzled expression, her husband waved her to come close to him, so bending over and leaning down to her husband, he told her in a soft voice, “Honey. I hate to inform you that you have two big red handprints across your ass,” he chuckled. Standing up in surprise, Suzanne’s face displayed her mortification as she tried to twist and turn to see her ass. Once again she heard Henry apologized, but she was too busy looking over her shoulder to see how bad the marks were, backing up in embarrassment to her husband’s chair, hoping nobody else could see. Now facing the main part of the yard and party, Suzanne saw several men and women snickering at her as she felt her entire body blush in shame—not only from the mortification of the marks upon her ass, but from the very fact they were made, not by her husband, but another man. Suzanne had never felt more humiliated, her self-esteem suddenly hitting rock bottom, the feeling of debasement completely demeaning.

So it was with utter confusion she felt her pulse speed up, remembering the intimate and close proximity to Henry, his hard member pressing against her slit, and the knowledge she had actually wished for the material between them to give way, allowing him full entry into her. How could she be aroused at a moment like this, when she was completely humiliated? Suddenly she let out a gasp as a pair of hands intimately slid across her ass, cupping her butt cheeks. Quickly spinning around, she saw thankfully it was David touching her. He waved for her to turn around again, and she felt her face flush in shame as he slowly rubbed her ass telling her, “It’s ok Hon, they’re almost faded.” Suzanne felt completely exposed, standing there with her husband rubbing her ass, wearing a skimpy bikini. Once again she noticed several men watching her, their gazes lustful, obviously envious of her husband’s touch upon her. Lowering her eyes demurely from their appreciative stares, Suzanne again
became confused as she thought about these men taking similar liberties with her, her previous arousal returning.
Without having to look down, Suzanne knew her nipples were hardening once again, hoping nobody would notice her body’s inappropriate response in public. To her relief, by the time the next game was ready David and Henry both proclaimed her ass to be fantastic, Henry’s handprints no longer visible.
Yet she was still flustered knowing the entire party was aware of her having had another man’s handprints embedded upon her ass, even for a short time. She was startled from her thoughts when Henry put his arm around her, her wordlessly accepting his touch as he led her for the next game. Meekly complying with his direction, Suzanne wondered what people were thinking of her. She had never been one to care what others thought or keeping up with a particular lifestyle, but things had decidedly changed today. Here she was, a married woman, being escorted by another man—the same man’s whose handprints were probably still evident upon her ass, regardless of what her husband said—dressed in one of the most revealing bathing suits at the party.
And her arousal could not be mistaken, her nipples distinctly outlined against her bathing suit—and in the summer sun, their response was obviously not from a chill. Unbidden came the memory of Henry’s mouth upon her breast.
The man had said nothing about his audacious act, and Suzanne hoped her own silence did not indicate acceptance of his actions. Maybe his earlier apology was not simply because of the marks on her ass, but for everything that had happened. She decided to talk with the man after this next game, not wanting him to think she was leading him on. As they came to the main group gathered around Neal and Angeline, they listened to the hosts talk about the next game. Suddenly Suzanne felt a chill, instinctively looking over her shoulder. She had an abrupt feeling as if somebody was watching her, and looking around saw James Price staring at her intently. She was startled when he then grinned, his white teeth in sharp contrast to his dark skin, and Suzanne’s her heart began to race, recognizing with certainty that he at the very least had noticed her body’s physical response—and was well aware as to what it meant. And damned if her body did not immediately react further, her breasts once again tightening even as the firm nubs on her chest began to ache in need, pressing even tighter upon her suit. Still watching the tall black man, she saw James bend down—him being over six-and-a-half feet tall— and whisper something to Raimon Aponte who was standing next to him. Immediately Raimon’s gaze turned towards her, a huge grin appearing on his face as well. Immediately Suzanne felt her skin heat up in embarrassment knowing her body’s reaction was not made known to him. And then she watched in morbid fascination as Raimon turned to the man next to him— Henry Dorsey, a lawyer who worked for the same firm as Suzanne—who proceeded to then looked at her with the same knowing smile before he too talked to the man standing next to him. Suzanne’s breath became shallow. Surely all these men were not passing around the information she was sexually aroused. They must be talking about something else, unable to imagine men talking in such a fashion about somebody else’s wife. She could barely focus upon the directions given by the Meyers for the next game—the earlier expected Musical Chairs—and Suzanne groaned at the thought of sitting in any of the men’s laps, even as her mind continued focusing upon them seemingly talking about her visible arousal. Unfortunately she could do little about her head lighting of her bathing suit, short of leaving to find some Band-Aids or something to place over the incriminating nubs, so Suzanne turned her attention back to Neal and Angeline talking about the game. The worst thing she could do is continue to think about the men’s attention on her, as her body seemed to be immediately triggered into arousal. For definitely not the first time today, Suzanne wondered what was happening to her. She was never this horny, particularly when it involved other men. She was a happily married woman after all, vehemently reminding herself. There should be absolutely no reason for her body to respond to another man. But her words were a lie, as her body so plainly revealed. Several other women groaned along with Suzanne when Neal and Angeline announced the Musical Chairs game, as it always became an opportunity for the men to ‘accidentally’ cop feels on the women. It was one of the more consistent games repeated each year, as the spectating crowd loved to see some of the unusual—and often compromising—predicaments develop as women fought for the right to sit on an available man’s lap. Because of her current body’s state—as well as the apparent awareness of many of the men participating in the game of her current state of arousal—Suzanne seriously debated sitting out of the game. The last thing she needed was to run around and jump into some man’s lap whose main interest was coping a feel of her, particularly since it seems the mere look of another man caused her body to react shamefully, betraying all her dignity and self-respect. The only reason she did not leave was due to Henry’s enthusiasm. After having placed second in the Fruit Salad race and first in the balloon popping contest, the man was overly excited to continue with the games. Once more she realized he was here to win, and she had forgotten his promise to give her and David his share of the pot. As such, she knew she could not sit out on any of the games, as even placing third in the contests would be a boost to their dwindling income. In a way, she was prostituting herself out, placing herself in compromising positions for money, but being able to pay and electricity or gas bill—not to mention the possibility of part of their mortgage— was worth some embarrassment. So she reluctantly decided to continue playing. As with most games, this one had a new twist, being slightly different from previous years. She and the other women listened with growing concern as Neal explained the rules of the game for this year. The similarity to other years, like the normal game of musical chairs, was the game starting out with the men sitting on the bales of hay evenly spaced out in a circle while the women started standing in front of their partners. When the music began the women were to weave in and out between the men, passing one man in front, and then moving to the back of the next and so on. To her and other women’s surprise, they were told when the music stopped, instead of sitting in the lap of the closest man, they were to climb upon their shoulders! The woman who did not make it to her perch was disqualified along with the man whose shoulders she was supposed to sit on. They were then told when they had completed a full circle and reached their partner, they were to reverse their rotation, so where they had passed in front of one man on the first circuit, they now were to step behind him, continuing to alternate until the game was completed. Not only was climbing onto the man’s shoulders precarious, but Suzanne knew altering their weaving pattern would cause the spectators some amusement, as several of the women were already unsteady on their feet from drinking. In fact, she herself was feeling the effects of drinking three ‘Tropical Surprise’ drinks. It was with sudden clarity she realized the drink was living up to its name, as the alcohol had not caused her to be sleepy or pass out like normal, but instead apparently affecting her inhibitions—particularly based upon the last game. The real twist in the game was revealed when Neal stated when a woman was behind a man and the music stopped, she climbed upon his shoulders like expected; however, if she was standing in front of a man, she needed to climb upon their shoulders with them facing her.
It took her a moment to understand he meant her crotch would be directly against some stranger’s face! At that point several women, including Suzanne, asked to bow out of the game, but they were told if they sat out, their partner also was disqualified, thus forfeiting the game. Before she could even ask if he minded missing this one, Suzanne saw Henry had already moved and was sitting on a bale of hay. Knowing how much Henry wanted to prove he could hold his own during these games, Suzanne once again reluctantly caved in, succumbing to her pity at the expense of her own self-esteem, trying to reconcile the possibility of such a compromising position by thinking of the large pot of money at the end of the games. Apparently many of the women had similar concessions with their partners, as Suzanne saw most of them sighing in resignation at the embarrassing idea of being caught in front of a man, basically having to straddle his face.
Of course it was no surprise the men were thrilled, each grinning like kids in a candy store as they sat down, knowing they would be able to get more than copping a few feels from any woman who climbed upon them from the front. Unlike most games, this was one of the few where the single people could also participate in, there being no teamwork involved. In fact, the game was entirely up to the women, as the last one still in the game was declared the winner. For the men, they simply enjoyed the fact the women would be crawling all over them. A few extra bales of hay were pulled out as the number of participants were tallied, and Suzanne noticed there were more men than women. The only women participating were those being part of a couple, as they had little choice skipping the game, being in similar situations as Suzanne and urged to stay in the game by their partners. The single men on the other hand were not going to turn down a chance to feel up the participating women—particularly when most of them were married. David was announced to be the official time keeper, while Suzanne pondered if she could fake having trouble climbing upon somebody’s shoulders and get removed early. Then Henry wished her good luck, telling her how anxious he was to win the game, and once again Suzanne’s good nature overrode her feelings of anxiety as she felt pity for him yet again. So she succumbed to the pressure of not wanting to disappoint him, deciding she would try her best to win the game for him. Angeline announced for everybody to get in position, and Suzanne reluctantly stepped in front of Henry. Then the music began and she followed the other girls as they moved counter-clockwise, weaving between the seated men, who made comments about each woman that passed.
Suzanne focused upon the song, not wanting to miss it stopping. Now that the game had begun, she was determined to do her best, so wanted to get into position as quickly as possible.
The song was unfamiliar to her, being a Hip-Hop song, but the words were clear enough for her to catch the lyrics as she began weaving through the crowd in line with the rest of the women: I'm your nasty dancer Dancer for money Do what you want me to do. I'm your freaky dancer Dancer for money I'll do what you want me to do. The next part started out with a man’s voice making rhythmic rhyme, but not being familiar with the song and him speaking too fast for her to understand, Suzanne instead focused on the music. Suddenly everything went quiet. Thankfully she was standing behind a one of the guys, quickly climbing on top of his shoulders as he grabbed her legs steadying her.
Suzanne looked down to see who she was on, her heart fluttering as she saw the smiling face of Raimon Aponte looking up at her. “Next time my sexy golfa, please pass in front of me,” the Latin man said as Suzanne felt herself blush. Although she did not know what the term ‘golfa’ meant, she had no doubt it was something less than polite. Up until now she had pretty much forgotten how much of her body was exposed and left bare by the bikini; however, as she sat upon the Latin American man’s shoulders, she felt completely exposed. Unabashedly, Ramon was sliding his hands up and down her bare legs, and a small part of her was glad she had shaved beforehand. But her early concerns were verified as she felt a thrill run through her chest, unable to control her body’s response, ashamed to admit his caresses felt good. Her attention was drawn to the first woman—a new neighbor she had not met yet—struggling to get on a man’s shoulders, having fallen off her first attempt. As the woman was claimed to be the loser of the round and she moved away, Suzanne looked around the rest of the area, seeing several men openly touching the legs of the women on their shoulders similarly to Raimon. She knew it was all under the pretense of ‘steadying’ the woman on them. She also saw two women who had been in front of the men, their crotches now in the men’s faces, their laughter a mixture of both amusement and embarrassment, and Suzanne felt her anxiety rise at the prospect of being caught in such a predicament. When the music began again she quickly climbed off of Raimon’s shoulders, to his obvious disappointment, and began circling again, weaving through the sitting men. This time she almost made a full lap around the circle before the music stopped. To her distress, she had stopped in front of a man, and seeing his dark skin out of the periphery of her eyes, immediately knew it was James Price. She felt her heart fluttering as she turned and grudgingly climbed onto the shoulders of the tall man, who had bent down to help her, hooking her legs around his shoulders. Suzanne was completely mortified to feel her crotch pressed obscenely against the black man’s face, while the crowd surrounding them laughed at her and a few other women in similar predicaments. She had thought having her crotch against a man’s face would have been bad enough, until she now realized unlike sitting on a man’s shoulders where her ass could nestle upon his back, facing a man meant there was nothing to hold her up. Suzanne suddenly felt her entire body turn a deep crimson as James reached up and cupped her ass firmly to ‘hold her in place.’ Suzanne let out a squeal of surprise as the large black man began squeezing her cheeks, much to the crowd’s delight, and she wiggled in protest as he tightly kneaded her flesh. She was utterly embarrassed, once again hitching her hips in an attempt to break free. Unfortunately, her movements only caused her crotch to press even tighter across the black man’s face. And then all her attention was drawn away from her ass as her crotch suddenly heated up as James pressed his mouth directly over her slit, exhaling a large breath against her mons! Suzanne gasped at the intimate sensation, her earlier arousal flooding through her in response. It was at that moment she realized none of the crowd could see what the men were doing as she saw the other women in similar positions also squirming. It was obvious the men were taking advantage of having a strange woman’s crotch directly in their face. Suzanne tried to remains still, mainly to not draw attention to herself from the crowd. Suddenly her hips jerked involuntarily as she felt the unmistakable rasp of the man’s tongue against her suit, mortified to feel James’ tongue running up and down the crevice of her bikini directly over her slit.
As with Henry’s erection pressing against her crotch earlier, Suzanne was intimately aware of there being only a thin piece of material between her pussy and James’ tongue. She felt James tightened his grip on her ass, his fingers digging deep into her yielding ass cheeks as he pulled her further into his face. Suzanne she sucked in a gasp of surprise as the man’s mouth began to move.
And to Suzanne’s shame, her body responded. Immediately she felt a wave of warmth spread through her loins that had nothing to do with the man’s breath, gasping as she felt his mouth open, then again as he gently bit her mons through her suit. Suzanne could not help herself—her body had already been aroused, and it took little stimulation to reawaken her desire. As she felt her pulse increase, her nipples once again reasserted their desire to poke through her top, and worst of all, the warmth steadily growing between her legs made her painfully aware of pussy loosening. In complete disgrace and utter shame, she felt a flood of arousal seeping out of her, her pussy becoming wet. Suzanne could not help but moan as her body became a subordinate to lust, her birth canal tightening uncontrollably in response to the black man’s mouth massaging her crotch. Suzanne did not know how long she was held against the large man’s mouth—it was both too long and not long enough—and she was both fearful and anxious to orgasm. The man’s oral manipulation of her crotch, even though the material of her bathing suit, was the closest thing to sex she had in a while. It was with growing dread she realized she was almost to the point of cumming when the music thankfully started again.
Quickly climbing off James’ face, she looked at him, her face flushed as he looked at her intently. “Someday there won’t be no bathing suit between us,” he told her with a grin, and Suzanne felt chills run across her skin as she stared at him in astonishment. Seeing her doe-eyed stare, the black man laughed, and Suzanne quickly scurried away, almost running over the woman in front of her. She could not believe what had just happened. But as she felt the cool air against the moistened crotch of her suit—ashamed to know it was a mixture of not only the black man’s saliva, but her own pre arousal juices—she could not deny what had happened. Her mind was in a turmoil, completely confused as to why her body was responding so strongly to the close contact of other men, not to mention their lustful looks and touches. Sure it had been far too long since she had been sexually satisfied, and the few drinks she had were not helping, but she was overwhelmed at how aroused her body had become. Silently she vowed as soon as they got home, cast or no cast, she was going to find a way to get her husband’s cock inside her. Looking around at the surrounding crowd, she saw the man in question, her husband who waved jovially at her. She wondered how he would feel knowing what had just happened to her, knowing nobody could have seen James’ assault upon her crotch. The betrayal to her husband suddenly hit her, as well as the shame from the knowledge that James was fully aware of how aroused she had become.
The song continued on as the women circled around the men, the girls now making a complete circle. Suzanne continued to dwell upon her shame, flushing in embarrassment as she once again passed James. To her horror she felt her body flush with lust as the man smiling knowingly at her, causing her nipples to threaten once again on poking through the material of her top.
The song played through to the end, several pauses in it causing a few women to over anticipate the soundtrack ending, but the line continued to weave around the men, and the next song began without pause, this one making up for the last track playing all the way through. Suzanne ended up climbing upon three more men’s shoulders while the song, Snoop Dogg’s ‘Sensual Seduction’ played and stopped. Thankfully, none of the men did anything more than steady her upon their shoulders; however, each time she passed James her excitement continued to be renewed.
She was shocked to discover as she climbed off the third man’s shoulders, she was slightly disappointed the men’s touches were so chaste, her ‘baptism by fire’ sitting on James’ face making her yearn for more. As she began weaving with the women again, the music abruptly stopped, and Suzanne found herself having fallen into the same trap as the other women, caught unawares by the long then short intervals of the songs and lulled into thinking the time between sittings would be longer. To her consternation she was once again in front of a man, and with some embarrassment and humility—and admittedly slightly anxious shamed excitement—she climbed upon Chuck Edmondson’s shoulders and face. Chuck was the owner of a local car dealership. She and David had actually thought about purchasing from him in the future, hoping for a neighborhood discount. They currently had only the one car, and once David recovered from his injuries they would probably need another—that is once David found a new job. David was hoping to ‘schmooze’ the man, planning on inviting him and his wife over for dinner or such sometime when they were ready. What better way to schmooze a man than to have her crotch shoved into his face, she though wryly. Although Suzanne had already sat like this for one man, she still jerked in surprise as Chuck’s hands engulfed her rear, clenching her ass cheeks like kneading dough and pulling her roughly into his face, just as James had done.
And to Suzanne’s shame and relief, the man did not waste one second, his mouth opening against her crotch as soon as it came into contact with him. Suzanne practically moaned as he began moving his jaw up and down against her crotch, his tongue and teeth gnawing briskly across the material of her suit, directly massaging her slit.
As the crowd surrounding them clapped and laughed at one of the other women’s inability to find a ‘chair,’ she closed her eyes, focusing upon the feeling between her legs. Abruptly she felt a stimulating vibration run through her pussy as Chuck moaned deeply into her crotch, the sensation of the sound thrumming against her and stimulating her even further. She had already been excited, so when Chuck’s oral movements on her continued, she lost control. Without thinking she grasped the back of his head, pulling herself further into him, wanting to feel more. Suzanne could not believe she was in the middle of a neighborhood party getting aroused, a stranger practically eating her out through her bathing suit. She heard a deep satisfied chuckle against her crotch and realized she was unconsciously moving her hips against Chuck’s face, rubbing her crotch up and down against his mouth, physically begging for him to continue.
Mortified, she looked around, relieved to see nobody apparently noticing her vulgar display as the music once again started to play and she quickly climbed off of the front of Chuck. What the hell? She had actually ENJOYED another man’s face against her crotch! One more feelings of shame, humiliation, degradation, and betrayal filled her mind. Absently she became thankful the material of her suit did not reveal the dampness of her crotch. She was completely mortified, her humiliation as much from the knowledge of the moisture seeping into her suit was not just from James’ and Chuck’s oral assault, but her own desire as well—her arousal oozing out of her slit from deep within her core with each step she took. The coolness of the late afternoon air seemed directly focused upon her loins, a constant reminder of her degraded behavior. Even the motions of walking were almost too much for her, each step shifting her swollen labia, sending repeated thrills through her body.
She had not been this aroused in years—not since her wedding night, she thought ashamedly, when she and David had abstained from sex six months prior to their marriage. Back then she had become aroused at the mere anticipation of their first night together as husband and wife, having to wear a pad just so she would not leave a trail of juices wherever she sat. Once again it seemed the months of abstention due to David’s injury were affecting her, the men’s bold moves towards her barely clad body reawakening her pent up desires, an avalanche of desire breaking down her moral barriers inch by inch. Suzanne was thankful when the music stopped to see she was once again behind a man.
This time she was on the shoulders of Tim Brown, Suzanne and David’s left-side neighbor who was here with his live-in fiancée Cassie.
Suzanne sighed in relief, thankful to have stopped by him. She needed time to catch her thoughts, and Tim was utterly devoted to his fiancée. Of all the men left in the game, he was the one person she could consider ‘safe.’
Looking at the remaining men sitting around the gaming circle, besides Tim and Henry there was nobody else with whom she felt comfortable being caught with for the game. James Price and Chuck Edmondson had already blatantly taken advantage of her, so she hoped she did not have to stop by them again. There was also Raimon Aponte, and she knew he cared little about propriety and the ring upon her left-hand. Next to Raimon was John Wall, another man in the same clique as James and Raimon and who had, like them, looked at her like a prize to be won. She was not as acquainted with John nor his wife to know him well enough, but based upon the company he kept, she had a feeling he had no qualms about taking advantage of such a situation were it to occur. There three men other men unknown to her, but after everything that had happened, she had little faith in chivalry at this point. Suzanne knew and trusted Tim. She and David had developed a friendship beyond simple neighbors with Tim and his fiancée since moving in, having monthly dinners at each other’s homes and such. Suzanne actually thought of Tim as the brother she never had, him always being the perfect gentleman, having eyes only for his fiancée. So her body immediately relaxed upon Tim’s shoulders, and Suzanne took the time to look around and see the latest man and woman taken off the playing field, waiting as people helped remove their bale of hay for the next round. Suddenly Suzanne let out an involuntary squeal, her hips jerking embarrassingly as she looked down with shock, silently hoping nobody noticed her outburst. What had surprised her was Tim, the one man she considered safe, who had reached behind his neck with one hand and immediately jamming his fingers directly against her crotch—and was now stroking her slit through her suit! She realized from the spectators’ point of view, it probably looked as if the younger man was merely holding her steady on his shoulders, but for her, she was all too aware of her neighbor’s fingers pressing and gliding across her now sensitive slit. In her mind, is sexual assault and betrayal of her trust was even worse than James’ or Chuck’s, as Tim had to go out of his way to touch her. Unlike the other men, her crotch was not directly in front of him. And to Suanne’s horror, his fingers began to work the material of her suit slowly into her slit, the cloth becoming wedged between her labia as the man’s fingers moved across her crotch. Not wanting somebody to see what he was doing, Suzanne pulled herself tighter against Tim’s neck, but it was more of an excuse on getting a better perch upon the man’s shoulders. The shameful truth was far more sinister, and Suzanne began to silently cry as she succumbed to the urge to press her crotch more tightly against the man’s hand. As her eyes began to water in shame, Suzanne let out a low moan as the motions of Tim’s hand stroked her shaved crotch, all of the material of her suit now wedged into her slit. His fingers had an unobstructed access to her bare skin, gliding over her exposed labia as he began pressing directly upon her clit through her suit. Suzanne could no longer deny her body’s state of arousal. Although she was in public and would have loved to luxury of propriety to keep her body’s lust and desire curbed, she could not avoid the overwhelming feelings her body’s involuntary responses to the cumulative effects of her arousal brought on by the men’s looks, treatment, and physical desecration of her body.
The very fact such sexual exploitation was occurring in plain sight of the rest of her neighborhood, who looked on as spectators, under the façade of party games, was another deep seeded perversion and major turn-on Suzanne had not known she was susceptible. Her sister had always claimed to be an exhibitionist, and based upon Suzanne’s thrill knowing she was practically being finger-fucked in public, she apparently was one as well. When the music started once more, she was almost reluctant to climb off Tim’s shoulders and away from his invasive touch having almost reached the point of orgasm. Her suit was now wedged deep into the crack of her slit, and Suzanne did not want to draw attention to herself by reaching down and pulling it out, so continued walking in the circle with the few remaining women in the hopes the suit would slowly extract itself as she walked.
She did glance down briefly to make sure her predicament was not noticeable, glad to see the small triangular piece of material looking normal. Her mind then focused upon her body’s shameful reaction. As she weaved around the men, she was mortified at not only the men’s blatant actions, but her own lewd responses. Not having sex for a couple months was no excuse for her to be responding like a wanton slut. She barely listened to the music as her mind played a mental tug-of-war game in her mind, her body’s overwhelming horniness pitted against her devotion towards David. Her thoughts continued for the next few rounds, thankfully stopping at the back of the next few men— all of them those she had noted being strangers earlier. To her relief, these men merely stroked her legs—something now innocuous compared to how the others had taken advantage of her.
When the song stopped yet again for another round, she realized to her embarrassment she was once again in front of somebody. Looking down, she felt a tremendous relief seeing it was Henry.
Although the idea of her now exposed crotch being in any man’s face but her own husband’s was disturbing, she felt a camaraderie with the old man due to their partnership, so without hesitation she climbed upon his face and shoulders. All pretense of Henry being a safe zone instantly vanished when her hips suddenly jerked in response to the unmistakable sensation of Henry’s hot, wet tongue riding up the bare folds of her labia. With the material of her suit wedged completely into her slit from Tim’s groping, she was sporting something beyond a severe camel toe, and to her horror, her partner had no reservations about monopolizing his unobstructed access to her slit. The sensation of another man’s tongue upon the bare skin of her crotch was more overwhelming than the men who had caressed her with their mouths through the material of her suit. She might as well not have been wearing her bikini bottoms as she was overcome with a sudden perverse and wicked feeling, consciously pressing her bare crotch even further against her gaming partner’s face.

Suzanne gulped down the rest of her wine in an attempt to cool off, her body inadvertently aroused at the replay of events and images in her mind. She was ashamed to admit that even now, the mere thought of what had happened to her, how she had felt, was affecting her. A fresh glass of white wine was placed in front of her, and in surprise Suzanne looked up at the bartender who told her it was on the house. Apparently even he wanted to keep her there, suddenly realizing each time he passed by, he got a good view of her breasts literally hanging out of her cocktail dress. Also, he was getting good business, as the roomful of men had not diminished at all, Suzanne wickedly knowing many of them remained merely to watch her. Taking a sip of the cool white wine caused her to sigh in delight. Although she did not need any more alcohol, her reminiscing had caused her body to heat up, and the chilled drink was refreshing as it traveled across her tongue and down her throat. Although she did not want to become any more aroused than she already had, she could not stop the flood of images from her past continuing to play in her mind, events which happened what seemed a lifetime ago.

Henry’s grip on Suzanne’s butt cheeks was relentless, more agonizing than when they were playing the balloon game, and she knew without any doubt she would have another set of handprints upon her ass as he pulled her body further into him.
No longer able to offer any façade of decency, she grabbed his head, running her hands through his hair as his tongue stimulated her bare flesh. Without any regard towards the people around them, one of which was her very own beloved husband, Suzanne gave in to enjoying the ministrations of Henry’s tongue, aroused to a point where she only wanted to get off.
Anxiously she felt the early stirrings and build-up of a release coming to her when she suddenly caught herself. What the fuck was she doing, she thought? She was a married woman, and this was definitely NOT her husband. Even worse, this was a friend, a neighbor—and here she was grinding her crotch into his face like a slut. Yet regardless of her own sudden hesitancy, Henry had no such misgivings as his tongue continued assaulting her slit, and it in her current excited state it was impossible to ignore the carnal sensations. In her panic, she attempted to take her mind off of what was happening between her legs by focusing upon the game and players once more, realizing she had been completely zoned out, lost in her own reverie, suddenly aware of there being only three couples left, including her and Henry. Both Chuck and Raimon had already been removed and saw John and Ashley Wall stepping away, having lost this round.
It was now down to her and Henry, Cheryl and James Price, and Tim Brown and his fiancée Cassie Davis. With a bit of amazement she realized her and Henry had a chance of winning this game, which would put them in the lead of all the couples.
That was if she control her unbridled lust for two more rounds. She also observed each woman was currently paired up with their partners, basically where they had begun the game; however, she was the only one with her crotch in her partner’s face, her predicament further compounded by Henry and her having no relationship other than being neighbors. Both of the other women were looking at her, and Suzanne’s body flushed in humiliation as she saw their looks and the knowledge of what Henry was doing to her, and the fact she could not control her body’s response only increased her humiliation.
And even more frighteningly, her public humiliation seemed like gasoline to the fire of her arousal, increasing it even further as the women watched her getting eaten out by her across-the-street neighbor old enough to be her grandfather. Neal Meyer’s voice caught her attention as he said over the loud speaker, “OK, we’re down to the last three couples. Girls, this is your chance to show us what you got,” he said as the next song, Suzanne recognizing the Ying Yang Twins’ “Salt Shaker,” began to play. For good or bad, her attention being diverted has prevented her from orgasming, and as she climbed off of Henry’s face, she felt more aroused than ever remembering. She and the other two girls began to weave between the three men, the more a triangle as the moved around the small space. The other two women began to undulate seductively to the song, strutting like strippers at a bachelor party as the crowd screamed its encouragement.
Then she saw the girls look at her once more and Suzanne had a sudden clarity of recognition. The two girls had not been looking at her in disdain for what was happening to her from Henry, but in as a threat to them for the game.
The women held looks of pure competitiveness as she heard Cheryl Price mutter to her, “You’re going down!” Feeling slightly more at ease due to them seeing her as competition and not as a slut, Suzanne once again got into the spirit of the game. The music stirred within her, and soon she too began to move her body, dancing provocatively like the two other girls. The crowd went wild to the lewd movement of the three women as the song continued to play. Suzanne smiled at their response. If there was anything she was good at, it was dancing. She had grown up and been taught by one of the best dancers she knew, her sister Jennifer, who was now considered one of the best strippers on the west coast, offered a sizeable contract to a large company. And her sister’s lessons paid off, as Suzanne became the sole focus of not only the crowd around them, but the three men they were circling, each of them paying more attention to her than their own partners. Although Cassie was a pretty blonde, she was wearing a one-piece suit that did not suit her body, and Suzanne began to understand her husband’s wish for her to dress in something else this year. Cassie was only a few years younger than Suzanne and more used to dancing in a club scene, but she did not have the agile smooth-yet-seductive motion Suzanne had, all due to Jen’s tutelage—it was one of the few times Suzanne thought it paid off to have a stripper sister.
Cheryl Price was an extreme platinum blonde and a semi-famous fashion model. She traveled all over the world and had been on the cover of several high profile magazines. Cheryl was not afraid to show or move her body and knew many of the moves Suzanne did, making her believe stripping on a stage was not so different than being a runway model. The silver-blonde haired woman was wearing a black bikini which contrasted well with her tanned body, and as Suzanne watched, the woman began jiggling her ass to the song as the crowd cheered her on. Suzanne instantly realized she was the bigger competition. Although the games were won through which couple had the most points, there was something to be said about crowd favoritism. The energy of the crowd could feed you on to victory or boo you to last place. Not to be outdone by Cheryl, Suzanne began to move precisely as her sister had taught her, swaying her hips as she strutted exaggeratedly between the men. Without thinking about it she moved her hands over her body as her sister had instructed, squeezing her breasts to the cheers of all the men and even most of the women watching on the sidelines. In her head she could hear the echo of her sister’s voice, “Keep everything fluid and never leave your hands sitting still, move them over your body, swing your hips. When people are dancing before a crowd they often only focus on one body part. A good dancer doesn’t move just her arms, nor her ass, or her hips, her legs, her shoulders, or her hair—a good dancer is moving them all together. Basically, if you have a joint, bend it,” she had told her joyfully as her and Suzanne practiced in Jen and Dan’s garage in Oregon one visit. Suzanne had not heard from her sister in weeks and wondered what she might be up to, whether she and Dan had saved up enough money for their wedding and what news she had in terms of her being offered a sizeable contract. Although she had a desire to quite stripping, she had called her sister due to the large amount being offered to her, and Suzanne had not heard the final decision. Knowing her sister, no news was bad news, so she had a feeling the wedding was still on hold, but hoped for the best between the two of them, making a mental note to call her big sister soon as she focused upon her own situation. To her satisfaction, her sister’s lessons were paying off, as all the men were cheering her on, causing Chery to glare at her in distaste. The woman may have had the looks and potential for dancing seductively, but she had not had one of the best pole dancers in the country as her tutor. There was something to be said about moving your body as a stripper versus a runway model. One was selling—or at least giving the promise—of sex, while the other was more about the fashion itself than the model. And from the reaction of the men around her, she was definitely the favorite. Swaying to the seductive music to the cheers of the men both sitting and in the crowd, Suzanne could not help but feel a certain empowering rush go through her knowing it was her being cheered for, not the high paid model strutting behind her nor the cute little teeny-bopper in front of her. She was also keenly aware the music had been playing for a while, knowing it would be stopping soon and mentally preparing herself to get on the closest man’s shoulders—the urge to win overcoming her consternation on whether she was in front or behind the closest man. Glancing at the other women, she saw Cheryl and Cassie were more interested in outdoing each other dancing, trying to steal the attention away from her instead of paying attention to the game.
Thanks to her sister’s help, dancing seductively was almost natural as walking, so she could focus on both, so when the music stopped, Suzanne was ready, immediately hopping upon Tim’s shoulders. Cheryl’s long experience modeling also had allowed her to move seductively by habit and also seemed to have been waiting for the music to stop, as she hastily followed Suzanne’s motions and climbed upon Henry’s back. Cassie’s lack of experience was her downfall, as she had unfortunately been too interested in dancing, resulting with her being too far away from James to reach him in time before Suzanne and Cheryl were seated. As such, she was disqualified, along with Tim who looked longingly at Suzanne as she climbed off him to allow him to step away from the gaming area. The disappointment was obvious on his face
and Suzanne felt a flush deep in her stomach knowing he was less upset at being taken out of the game than losing the chance to grope her. Tim and Cassie would get the five points for being in third place, so now it was down to Cheryl and Suzanne.
Having won one game and placed second in the last two games, Suzanne knew regardless of whether she finished first or second, her and Henry would be in the lead; however, Henry’s enthusiasm was infectious, and she was now determined to win, even at the expense of her own pride. The music began playing loudly over the cheers of the crowd as her and Cheryl once again began moving seductively around the two men, weaving in a figure eight pattern. Both James and Henry were obviously enjoying the two attractive, scantily clad women dancing around them, almost as if they were getting their own personal lap dances, and the crowd cheered even louder as Cheryl began shaking her ass wildly, semi-twerking to the song. Not to be outdone, Suzanne began to do the same, both girl’s asses jiggling wildly as the crowd cheered them on. But twerking was more a stripper thing than a runway model, and it soon became obvious to Suzanne that Cheryl was more concerned with out-dancing her than paying attention to the game, making the same mistake as Cassie in the last round, so when the song suddenly stopped, Suzanne was ready.
Cheryl had just dropped down to her haunches to shake her ass, so was unprepared when Suzanne literally leaped upon James’s face, heedless of her impropriety. As her crotch slammed into his face and the crowd cheered, Suzanne gasped as James wasted no time jamming his tongue into the wedge of her crotch. Suzanne had forgotten her suit was wedged into her slit, having paid more attention to the game than her suit, and her mind suddenly went blank, shorting
out like an electric fuse at the licentious probing of the black man’s tongue, working his way between the exposed folds of her flesh. As the crowd cheered and applauded enthusiastically, Suzanne remained straddled upon James’ face in a sexual stupor, her body relishing the obscene invasion of her neighbor’s mouth. She heard Neal announce her and Henry the winners and she clenched her fists behind James’ head.
To the crowd, it looked like she was clenching her fists in victory, but Suzanne knew the vulgar truth as she involuntarily thrusted her hips forward, her pent up orgasm finally releasing at the sudden penetration of James Price’s tongue forcing its way past the cloth of her bikini to taste her now oozing pussy. Suzanne could only gasped as the man’s powerful tongue moved aside her suit, his oral flesh impaling her pussy. With sudden clarity she realized his tongue was further inside her than Henry’s cock had been earlier when grinding together during the balloon game. The crowd was still cheering, believe her to be relishing the win as the reason for staying on James’ face, but the cold truth was her unable to get enough of the feeling of her pussy and James’ tongue inside her. Finally common sense made its way through her lust-clouded mind, and it was with reluctance Suzanne finally climbed off her neighbor, seeing the huge grin on his face as he stood up. To her surprise, he bent over and whispered in her ear, saying, “Let’s finish this later, only without the barrier of your suit.” Then Suzanne let out a loud squeal as James—heedless of anybody watching—reached between her legs, his finger sliding easily past the edge of material wedged in her slit, briefly entering her pussy before he turned and walked away from her. Suzanne’s mind was a blank, not even noticing when Henry came over to her with a big smile, giving her a big hug in congratulations. She was at a loss of words, unable to thank him, more focused upon the residual feeling of James’ finger having entered her shamefully eager pussy. “Well done dear, we have a smashing lead,” Henry told her, giving her a big hug. It was the hug that brought her back to the present, but her mind was still in a lust-filled haze. As her partner and elderly neighbor held her against him, Suzanne could not help but notice the sensation of Henry’s pelvis against her, her body flushing at the undeniable feeling of his semi-hard erection pressing against the ‘V’ of her crotch. Suzanne looked over his shoulder in fear of anybody noticing their close embrace, suddenly seeing David coming towards them, waving and smiling. Suzanne’s eyes abruptly flew open in surprise as Henry’s hand slid down and cupped her ass! But it was not his bravado and audacity that surprised her so much than the fact his hand had slid BENEATH her suit, his palm squeezing her bare ass. Even though Henry knew David was almost next to them, he pulled her even tighter against him, driving his erection even further into her crotch. Suzanne gasped as her mind flashed back to the balloon popping contest when Henry’s cock had practically impaled her, the thin material of their suits being the only thing preventing her from committing all-out adultery. Then she had thought his eagerness had been part of the game, allowing the lewd behavior to continue under the pretext of popping the balloon. Suzanne had even believed his apology to David had been for the lewd behavior. But she realized she had been wrong, amazed when Henry whispered in her ear, “You know, if you had your heels on you would be the perfect height for me to take you right here and now,” he hissed into her ear, her eyes opening in astonishment before he finally released her and turned to David. Suzanne was in shock, from both her post-orgasmic euphoria as well as Henry’s lewd comment and actions. Abstractly she looked down at her husband, seeing him grinning like a Cheshire cat as he praised her performance during the game. Suzanne harrumphed in disgust, and seeing David’s puzzled expression, told him, “You would not believe the groping that goes on in that game!” She expected concern, maybe even a little outrage from her husband, possibly a little worry over his wife having been taken advantage of her in such a situation.
The last thing she expected was David to suddenly burst out laughing, telling her it was all in good fun.
Suzanne looked at her husband in shock, actually upset. Her husband had never behaved like this before, uncaring that other men would take any type of liberty towards her. He had never been one to shrug off any slight towards her, at times being so hot-headed he had demanded an apology from the man in question. She wondered if his attitude was once more some male domination ego bullshit thing. Was her husband attempting to strut his ‘e-peen ego’ by proving he had not only a beautiful wife, but could allow another man to hit on her and showing his self-confidence of her returning to him? It was as if he were proverbially rubbing the men’s faces in the fact, saying, ‘Look at my wife, feel free to see what a fine piece of ass she is, but you’ll have to swallow your pride in the end when it’s me she comes home to, crippled or not.’

Suzanne sipped her glass of wine and thought of her husband’s attitude and how his injuries that summer had contributed to this moment. She shifted on her barstool, once again looking across the lounge for him, seeing the booth he had occupied filled with another group of men. For a moment she thought he may have left in disgust, finally coming to his senses at his wife prostituting herself, but then she saw he had moved over two tables. She then remembered him going to the bathroom earlier when the bartender has refilled her glass, realizing his seat must have been taken by the time he returned. Scanning the rest of the lounge, she was intently aware of all the men around her, staring at her blatantly, their attention drawn to her when she had moved on the barstool. Her change in position meant they were now getting a different view of her body, some finally seeing her bare back, others her gartered stocking-covered legs. She could almost feel the physical sensation of their eyes roaming across her. The five business men who had arrived earlier caught her attention, being directly in front of her, and Suzanne blushed as they raised their glasses in a silent toast to her.
She smiled at them, at first believing they were merely toasting an attractive women, until she realized they were all looking lower upon her body. In sudden distress she realized she had opened her legs for balance when turning upon the tall barstool, and wearing such a short dress gave them an unobstructed view of her lace-covered crotch! In complete humiliation—as well an unbridled small thrill of excitement—Suzanne turned back around, hearing the unmistakable groans of the men she had inadvertently flashed. Taking a large sip of wine for courage, Suzanne realized she was noticeably tipsy, but she needed the liquid courage to get through the night, she knew as she continued to reminisce, wondering how she could have been so naïve back then.

The final yard game—the games being split between pool and yard venues—was called ‘Shave the Balloon.’ Suzanne was also familiar with this game. Whipped cream was applied to an over-inflated balloon held in their partner’s mouth, while the female partner took a disposable razor and ‘shaved’ the balloon. The person who shaved off all of the whipped cream—or the last with an intact balloon--was the winner. The game was harder than it sounded, as the slightest bit of pressure would cause the razor to pop the balloon. In addition, held only by the tied nub in their partner’s mouth, the balloon tended to flop around, so some finesse was required to use the razor to also keep it still. It was a fine balance between applying enough pressure to stabilize the balloon, while being able to scrape off the whipped cream. Once again she found herself standing beside Henry as Angeline Meyers gave out the instructions for the game. It came as no surprise to her when Henry placed his arm around her waist, but what she did not expect was his hand to move down and cup her ass cheek! Out of the corner of her eye, Suzanne saw several of the men—James Price, Raimon Aponte, and John Walls in particular—watching her, their lecherous grins approval of her partner’s bold move. Although Suzanne was humiliated at Henry’s overt touch, she once again attributed his fondling to the male domination games going on. Besides, she reasoned, it would only cause a scene and embarrass herself further if she said something and made a scene.
Then she saw David watching her, the smile on his face speaking louder than words at his approval of Henry’s hand upon her ass. Giving her a silent nod, he turned his chair and moved closer to Angeline, who was talking through the loud speaker. “This year’s game is similar to past years; however, we have also added a time factor to the game. As many of you recall, the last three years people took an inordinate amount of time shaving their balloons, letting other people more in the spirit of the game pop their balloons and winning by default than through any skill. We decided a winner will only be declared if all the whipped cream is shaved off the balloon to force everybody to participate. In the event of everybody’s balloon popping before removing the whipped cream, we will move into a second round, the rules of which we will announce if such a thing happens, so as to keep the mystery,” she laughed, along with a few other people in the crowd. “So I ask that everybody remain in their seats until a winner is declared. If you have whipped cream splattered on you, please do NOT wipe it off and instead, leave it on,” she laughed. “The second round will involve such possibilities,” she grinned. Glancing around again at the group of men watching her, Suzanne saw James say something, to which all the men laughed. Although she did not know what he said, Suzanne immediately felt her body blush in response, knowing it undoubtedly had something to do with her and her orgasm from his oral ministrations. And then it was time for the game to begin, her attention pulled away from the leering men.
Balloons and razors were handed out to each team and then Neal and Angeline began covering the balloons with a half-inched thick layer of whipped cream. Once completed, David blew the whistle and the game was underway. Within the first couple seconds several balloons popped, the over-enthusiastic partners becoming splattered with whipped cream to the happy cheers of the crowd.
Once again Angeline reminded the losers to not clean off the whipped cream other than from their eyes so they could watch the game. Suzanne only had about a quarter of their balloon cleaned when it suddenly popped. She squealed in surprise as whipped cream splattered her chest and face, as it did to Henry, both of them laughing as they too turned to watch the remaining contestants continue. Many of the remaining couples had not taken off as even half as much whipped cream as Suzanne had, and she wondered if she had been overzealous with the razor, glad there might be a chance to redeem themselves in the mysterious second round. She also was glad for the reprieve of indecent thoughts which had occupied much of her mind, as this game was more geared towards fun than ways of demeaning women or exposing them to inadvertent gropes. As she watched a few more people pop their balloons, she became aware of somebody standing near her in her peripheral vision. Turning around, saw Raimon standing next to them. Suzanne felt her cheeks flush when he smiled directly at her, making an attempt to ignore him as she turned to watch the remaining contestants, not at all certain she could trust her body. She was therefore startled when Raimon’s voice whispered in her ear, “You look fantastic with that cream splattered on your face and tits,” he told her to her alarm. “It makes me want to see you with my own cream all over you,” he said with a chuckle. Before she could turn around and say something though, he had moved away. Just then the last of the balloons popped, drawing her attention back to the game—although her nerves were now once again frazzled—and she saw Angeline pick up the loudspeaker. “And so ends Round 1,” their hostess said with amusement. “As all the balloons have been popped and there is no official winner, we will commence with Round 2,” she said with a knowing grin. “This round should be a lot more fun,” the woman said, laughing once again before resuming. “The goal is simple, when the whistle blows, each couple will lick the whipped cream off of their partner until completely cleaned off. The first couple to get completely clean wins,” she said as the crowd busted out in applause, the game changing into something a lot more interesting than balloons. Suzanne looked at Henry almost analytically, seeing whipped cream over his face and chest, calculating the quickest way to lick it off of him.
And then she saw his smile, having the sudden awareness hit her he would have to do the same to her. Looking down, Suzanne saw that although some of the whipped cream had landed on her stomach and shoulders, the majority of it had splattered her breasts, neck, and face. Could she really let Henry lick her body like that? Especially after his recent liberties upon her body, she knew he would not pass up a chance to try something more intimate. With concern she looked across the yard and saw David smiling at her, shouting and cheering her and Henry on. Her mind flashed back to the other balloon game, remembering Henry’s tongue rasping across the inside of her cleavage and breast. Even then, without any incentive, he had been bold. Now he was being given an open invitation for his mouth to have his way with her! Before the whistle blew, Henry said, “I think the best way to do this is going one at a time. You lick me off first, then we’ll switch. I think a lot of people will be trying to do it simultaneously to save time, but that will probably just cause us to smear it on each other. If we are slow and steady, we should have a good chance at winning the race,” he told her. Suzanne was surprised at his statement, wondering if she had judged Henry unfairly. Unlike any of the other men, he was apparently more interested in the game than getting a quick feel out of her. As such, all of her previous doubts about whether she could handle this or not disappeared. The man was obviously interested in winning, not getting a cheap thrill from her, and she pushed away her previous thoughts of him purposely licking her breasts, having a hard-on pressed against her, and even holding her ass earlier. Instead, she focused upon the game, just as he obviously was focused upon. Suzanne agreed there was merit in his plan. Although still embarrassed to be licked by, and to lick, her neighbor’s body, it was all in the spirit of fun, and once the whistle blew, there was no longer time for hesitation. The crowd roared its approval as everybody bent down to begin lapping the whipped cream off their partner. Glancing around, Suzanne realized Henry was right—most of the people were trying to simultaneous clean each other off, instead causing the whipped cream on them to smear on their partners. Only her and two other couples were doing the ‘one at a time’ plan, so she quickly turned back to Henry and began lapping up the whipped cream off his chest.
Unfortunately Suzanne could not turn off the physiologic responses her body has sustained all day, so she was all too aware of her tongue rasping along the heated haired skin of Henry’s chest, her eyes opening wide as she felt the hard nub of his nipple suddenly slide across her tongue. But the intimacy of what she was doing was not as bothersome as her body’s own reaction. Such proximity and then sensation of licking another man’s body—regardless of his age or the reason she was doing it—caused Suzanne’s previous arousal to once again surface. Even though there was laughter and cheering happening all around them, Suzanne suddenly found herself focused only on the feel of Henry’s body against her tongue and her chaste, but intimate kisses. As her tongue once again rasped across the hard nub of Henry’s nipple, she did not even hesitate as her lips closed around it, giving his breast a gentle suckle before moving upwards.
She heard him take a shuddering intake of breath as her tongue slowly moved up his chest to his neck, teasingly licking off the whipped cream. When Henry took another shuddering breath, Suzanne realized he was getting as aroused as she was, and glancing down, once again saw his swim trunks tenting prominently. The knowledge was both invigorating and frightening, and realizing she needed to get back into the game, she sped up her actions, soon finished cleaning Henry’s body. Stepping back, she looked at him and told him it was his turn, but Henry shook his head. As she looked at him in confusion, he smiled, answering, “You missed a spot,” he said, looking down. Following his gaze, Suzanne was dismayed to see a large dollop of whipped cream in Henry’s lap—right over his obvious erection! Realizing it must have dropped off while she had been cleaning his face, Suzanne looked at him in wide eyed surprise.
“I can’t,” she said in a soft voice. “Nonsense,” Henry said, much louder than her own voice had been. “It’s just whipped cream. Lick it off and be done with it. Like ripping a Band-Aid off,” he laughed. Henry’s voice caught the attention of several people standing near, and when they saw where the last dollop of whipped cream remained on him, they all burst out laughing in amusement. Immediately they started chanting, “Lick it off! Lick it off!” The chant soon drawing other people’s attention. To Suzanne’s further trepidation, she heard David’s voice over the crowd, chanting along with them.
Knowing she had to do it or chance losing the game, she grudgingly lowered herself down between Henry’s legs. Instantly the crowd went wild, many of the surrounding contestants stopping what they were doing as they too watched the semi-erotic scene of a sexy twenty-three year-old in a skimpy bikini kneeling in front of her partner—a man almost three times her age—with an obvious erection tenting his swim trunks, as she moved closer to lick off the absurdly placed dollop of whipped cream. In resignation, Suzanne lowered her head, slowly opening her mouth to lick the desert topping off his pants, attempting to ignore the obvious erection beneath them. Her plan was to do it as quickly as possible, thinking of Henry’s statement about ‘ripping the Band-Aid off quickly’ to get it done. As she prepared to gingerly suck the blob of whipped cream from his shorts, she was suddenly caught by surprise when Henry’s hands grabbed her head and pulled forward, while at the same time thrusting his hips up. The resulting maneuver caused not only the dollop of whipped cream to enter her mouth, but also half of his erection! The crowd around them roared with approval and laughter, and in surprise, without realizing what she was doing, Suzanne’s lips closed around the firm member, separated by only a thin layer of cloth. Suzanne moaned—whether due to the sugary taste of topping on her tongue or the feel of Henry’s firm member in her mouth, even she did not know.
The scene seemed to be frozen in time. There she was, kneeling before her older neighbor with his cock in her mouth, surrounded by the rest of their neighborhood/ The moment was surreal, and without thinking, Suzanne ran her tongue across the tip of firmness, feeling Henry’s cock jerk reflexively. The crowd was still cheering when Henry released her, and Suzanne’s mind had to jump-start back to reality as she almost grudgingly pulled back. As the crowd continued to applaud Henry’s vulgar act upon his unsuspecting partner, she raised her head and looked down at Henry’s crotch. To her absolute embarrassment not only was the whipped cream completely gone from his crotch, but there was an obvious wet spot at the top of his erection where her tongue had rasped along his shorts. Around them the crowd continued to cheer uproariously as Henry rose up and turned her around, her complying like an inanimate doll as he then pushed her down to sit upon the stool. Suzanne was in too much shock to even notice, and in her despair she looked around for the support of her husband. David had every right to be mad at her, even though it had been Henry’s actions which had caused such an embarrassing scene. Expecting him to be furious at what had happened, Suzanne was shocked to look over at her husband and see, instead of anger or outrage or jealousy, him instead applauding with the rest of the crowd. To her further shock and humiliation she heard him shout, “Henry, imagine what it would have been like without a bathing suit,” he laughed, along with the rest of the cheering crowd. Suzanne could not believe what was happening, or how everybody was taking what happened so nonchalantly like it had been some practical joke. Suddenly she gasped as the feeling of Henry’s tongue ran across her stomach, her being so preoccupied with her thoughts, she had not even noticed him lower himself to lick off the whipped cream from her body. The sensation of Henry’s warm tongue across her sex-deprived and aroused body was almost too much to bear as Suzanne felt her body once again stir in overwhelming desire. Not having much whipped cream on her stomach, three licks and Henry moved up to her chest. Suzanne suddenly sucked in a mixed squeal and gasp as instead of licking the whipped cream off her exposed chest, Henry instead took her left breast—bathing suit and all—into his mouth, his tongue flicking across her hardened, cloth-covered nipple! It was as if an electrical current shot through her body, going straight between her legs, as Suzanne felt the crotch of her suit become immediately wet, her previous moisture returning in full force as her elderly neighbor slowly and deliberately suckled her breast in front of her entire neighborhood. Looking dumbly at the crowd, Suzanne saw them—including her very own husband—cheering them on. Suzanne felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, a dreamlike state where she was surrounded by friends and neighbors, including her husband, having her breast suckled on by a sixty year-old man. She could only stare dumbly at David as he, like the rest, continued to shout encouragement. Then her husband—along with the rest of the people surrounding her—began to clap enthusiastically as Suzanne’s eyes and mouth flew open in shock, a loud gasp coming involuntarily out of her mouth as Henry’s teeth clamped down tightly on beaded nub of her nipple, the sensation practically throwing her over the edge of wantonness. Suzanne’s breasts had always been an erogenous zone for her—often the mere touch from David could cause her to become moist. That such a thing was happening to her in public, from a practical stranger while her husband cheered him on was surreal, and she moaned once again as Henry’s teeth once more clamped down upon her engorged nipple. Just as quickly as he had started, Henry let her breast out of his mouth, and Suzanne breathed a sigh of relief, only for him to next run his tongue along the bared skin of her cleavage on the top of her fleshy mounds, once again slowly and deliberately lapping up the remaining whipped cream before sliding his tongue down the middle of her cleavage.
Suzanne’s body was on fire as the hot, moist muscle from the man’s mouth licked across first one breast, then the other encouraged by the surrounding crowd, as well as her own husband. It seemed like an eternity the man licked her breasts—but she knew it to only be less than a minute— before he then moved to her neck, and finally her face. She could not believe how incredible the man’s tongue felt as it travelled across her skin, the sensation travelling up the nape of her neck, then her chin, and then each side of her face. The wet, raspy but soft textures of his tongue were intensely erotic, causing her to almost moan in sexual anguish. So caught up in the sensation her neighbor was causing, it was not until Henry stood back that she realized he was done, hearing the roar of the crowd around them. Looking around, she was surprised to find out they had finished third.
But Suzanne’s mind was too frazzled at Henry’s boldness. From holding her ass blatantly in public to forcing her head into his lap and jamming his erection into her mouth, then slowly suckling her breast, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. And that her own husband had urged them on caused even greater confusion within her. Her attention was drawn to David wheeling his chair to them, staring dumbfounded as he enthusiastically congratulated them, actually consoling them for only placing third. Suzanne looked at him in complete bewilderment. Had he not seen what had happened? Did he not understand his wife, the woman sworn to be true and dedicated only to him for the rest of her life, had taken another man’s penis into her mouth? Sure he had been wearing a bathing suit, but did it really matter? It was the same semantics used to say oral sex was not really sex because there was no penetration. And then the same man had suckled on her breast! “We need to talk,” she told her husband adamantly, and without waiting for a reply, got behind his wheelchair and steered him over to where their items were kept. “Honey, what’s wrong?” David asked innocently as Suzanne looked at him in disbelief. “What’s wrong?” she said with exasperation. “Did you not just seen Henry shove his crotch in my face?” she exclaimed. “Or him sucking on my breast?” she asked. “Now honey, you know it was all in good fun,” David told her to her total amazement. “Fun?” she said, lowering her voice as she realized they were making a scene. “Do you WANT me to act like a whore?” she asked. “Jesus Christ David, if it weren’t for our suits the man would have literally fucked me during the balloon game,” she exclaimed. “Honey, it’s not like that,” her husband said indulgingly. “Henry is harmless,” her husband told her in the infuriating patronizing tone he got as if reasoning with a child. “Can you blame him for making a pass at you? The man hasn’t been intimate with a woman for over ten years. This is the first time he’s been able to participate in these types of games in years so he’s probably just over enthusiastic. Hell, let’s face it, if I were paired up with a beautiful woman like you, I’d take advantage of a few innocent feels too, what man wouldn’t?” her husband said. Suzanne could only look at him in exasperation and astonishment. “Besides,” her husband continued, his face blushing, “it was a turn on to see him and the other guys take such an interest in you,” he said sheepishly. Suzanne's mouth fell open, completely stunned by her husband’s confession. She realized her rationalizations had been completely wrong. This was not some sort of male ego bullshit thing due to his injury.
Was he actually stating he had some hitherto unknown fetish of enjoying watching his wife on display with another man? And not just on display, but being felt up and groped by them? As if reading her thoughts, David got a sheepish smile, and Suzanne realized he actually DID enjoy watching other men making moves on her. She looked down at her husband like she had never seen him before, seeing within his eyes pure arousal. There was no doubt in her mind that he had watched her humping Henry during the balloon game, seen Henry touching her, watched as the other men basically ate her out during the musical chairs game, and just a few moments ago watched Henry force his penis into her mouth as well as suckle her breasts. In his eyes was a passion and interest in her she had not seen in years, a gaze so intense, she wondered if he would rip off his cast and take her right there, without any regard to the rest of the neighborhood watching them. Such was his lust at seeing the other men take advantage of her. He WANTED her to be degraded, to be used like a cheap harlot. And in response, Suzanne felt her own body’s arousal reawaken, fueled from the knowledge her very own husband enjoyed her being humiliated and treated like a common whore. It was more of a turn on than actual attention that had been given to her body by the men in the neighborhood. Without realizing it, she repeated the question she had asked earlier when they had first arrived. “How far do you want this to go?” “What?” David said in surprise as she repeated the question. “Are you serious?” he asked, looking at her intently, with unabashed excitement. His look was so intense, Suzanne felt weak in the knees, even her breasts tighten even further and her crotch became inflamed with desire. Was she really going to do this, she thought to herself? She nodded to her husband, saying “I’m not going to lie. It’s been hell of a turn-on having all these men pay so much attention to me,” she admitted. “This bikini seems to have released something neither of us knew was in ourselves,” she told him. “But before any other games begin and we get back to the party, I want to know how far you want me to go,” she asked. “I want to hear it from your very own lips,” she told him. David looked at her intently and her eyes drifted to his lap, widening in surprise at his obvious erection. She had not seen him this visibly aroused since before the accident. He was quiet for so long, she once again repeated her question as he finally answered. “Well, I’ll draw the line at intercourse,” he said, “for now,” he added. Suzanne looked at him in disbelief, not even having contemplated sleeping with anybody. She had been suggesting her allowance of the men fondling of her, believing that was what David wanted. The appalling fact that David had even mentioned such a thing meant he HAD thought about it, and she once again looked at him like he was a stranger to her as he continued. “If any of them want to cop a feel, it wouldn’t hurt if you didn’t object,” he told her tentatively, watching her closely. Even though he gave her a noncommittal shrug, his eyes remained glued to her face to gauge her reaction betraying the lie. “You know James Price and Chuck Edmondson both practically ate me out during the musical chairs game, don’t you?” she asked. Seeing the surprise on David’s face, she told him what had happened, even admitting how her suit had gotten wedged into her crack. Instead of the expectant anger, she saw her husband grinning with obvious delight. “You don’t mind that happened?” she asked as he shook his head. “What if things go too far?” she asked. David smiled. “How far could things go in the middle of a party?” he asked naively. “Hell Suzie, you can’t imagine how much of a turn on it is knowing other men lust after you. The idea of other men craving my wife is the most erotic thing I have ever felt. And the knowledge you are willing to do it and will still come home to me is fucking amazing,” he said, confirming her earlier thoughts about his need to show her off and feel his own dominance. She still could not believe what he was saying, completely awed at her husband’s confession. In order to shock some sense into him, she blurted out, “James told me he wanted to continue eating me out, only without my suit,” she told him, hoping he realized what he was saying and how far things could go. His answer shocked her even further. “Well, I’m not sure if I’d want you to go that far,” he said to her, Suzanne finally relieved to see at least a small part of sense coming to her husband’s newfound fantasy, until he added, “Mainly because what’s to stop him from thinking he could go all the way,” David told her to her total astonishment. “If there was some guarantee he wouldn’t fuck you, then sure, I’d be down for that,” he said, as Suzanne started at him in shock. Before she could even say a word he added, “But fucking you, I don’t know about that. Unless of course I could somehow watch.” “What?” she shouted, drawing the attention of those around them. Once more lowering her voice, she looked at husband in utter disbelief as she said, “Are you serious?” She had meant it as in ‘Are you crazy;’ however, her husband took her question an entirely different way. She could only stare in incredulously as he answered, “Of course. God, it would be such a fucking turn on to see you getting off from another man, but still coming home to me. I’ve thought about this for years, but it’s only been lately I’ve thought you wouldn’t leave me at the mere suggestion. Hell, the only reason I mention it now is probably because I’ve had six of those fucking Tropical Surprises. I know I haven’t been able to fulfill you sexually. I’m a God damned cripple,” he said exasperatedly. “And you have needs like anybody else,” he told her. “Jesus Chris David, is that was this is about?” she said angrily. “That you feel less of a man? For fuck’s sake you know I love you. This dry spell between us is not due to either of our lack of interest. It is only temporary. Hell, if sex were the only thing holding us together I would have left long ago by now, but I love you,” she told him. “If you want me to behave like some wanton slut, I will do it, but only because YOU ask me to, because I want to make YOU happy. I do not need to get off from some stranger or slake my lust just because you currently cannot do it. I want you, and only you,” she told him. Her husband looked at her intently, finally telling her, “I only want it if you want it,” he told her quietly. “If you don’t enjoy yourself, what’s the point? I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do,” he told her. At that moment their attention was brought back to the party, as Neal and Angeline called everybody together for the next part of the games. "We're going to talk more on this," she told her husband as she reluctantly turned to head back to the main group.

Suzanne looked across the lounge at David. Practically a year later and she still could not believe how he felt. How could a man say he was happily married and want to see his wife sexually exploited by another? And yet here she was, willing to do it not only for him, but for their house. She was not here because she needed another man or even wanted one, she was here entirely due to the extenuating circumstances involving their house. If there was any other way to escape a foreclosure, she would have done it. David’s presence here was purely for himself, the sight of his wife dressed up like some high-paid prostitute, waiting for a man to use her for the next several hours, was an intense high for him. It was not the first time she was about to stray from her marriage vows, but she did not do so willingly. But David fed off her indiscretions like a man thirsting for water in the desert. That her most intense orgasms with him were due to his arousal when he thought about her with another man was proof enough on how much he accepted her imposed infidelity. Shaking her head, still not believing a man could claim to be in love with somebody he wanted others to fuck, she once again thought about how all the events seemed to have stemmed from the Meyers’ pool party, her mind returning to the past as she sipped her wine…

Suzanne walked back to the crowd in a trance, David by her side. Her mind was reeling at the revelation by her husband, the man who had sworn—and whom she had sworn—to remain faithful with until the end, asking her to be a slut. He had given the proverbial ‘green light’ to not only let another man grope her, but had confessed he wanted to watch somebody else fuck her. Her moral compass was going ape-shit, spinning in circles and out of control to the point where she did not know what was Up, Down, North, or South. The very thought her own husband wanted her to sleep around—with their very own neighbors nonetheless—should have repulsed her. And yet, she could not curb her arousal. Her loins ached with a continuous need while her breasts were so tight, she thought they would explode, not to even mention her nipples which had been pebble-sized pieces of granite trying to poke through her suit since almost the moment they had arrived. She thought back to David’s response when she had told him about James Price wanting to eat her out. She had never—even on their own honeymoon—seen such a desire in his eyes before. How could her very own husband—or anybody’s husband for that matter—say he would not mind if another man fucked her? What kind of man thought such things of his wife? “Is everything alright?” Henry asked with concern as they joined him, her bizarre reverie still foremost in her mind. Smiling in an attempt to reassure him, Suzanne looked at her husband, seeing him give her a gentle, subtle nod towards Henry. Suzanne looked at him in shock. After the discussion they just had, was he really indicating she should make a move towards the old man? In order to test her interpretation and her husband’s body language, Suzanne casually put her arm around Henry’s bare waist, saying, “Yeah, we’re fine,” she told him, leaning further into him. Henry’s surprise pleasure on his face at the close familiarity of her touch was obvious. So far it had been who had pulled her against him, not her initiating the intimacy. With an open smile he also put his arm around her waist, his hand slowly stroking her bare hip. But it was the look of pleasure and acceptance—and actual relief—upon David’s face that shocked her the most.
And then she saw the undeniable erection in her husband’s lap and her mouth went dry.
Not only was her husband approving of her flirting with the old man, but the bastard was getting turned on! Suzanne was still in a daze when Henry guided her, arm still around her waist, to the crowd gathering near Neal and Angeline at the pool as they discussed the next games. She was not sure where it came from, but she was thankful for the drink that appeared in her hands, immediately gulping it down, trying to get a grasp on reality as the Meyers discussed the standings of the party games. “So far we have Team Suzanne and Henry in the lead with forty-five points,” they announced as everybody applauded around them. “They are followed by Team Walls with thirty-five points, and Team Price in a close third with thirty points. But don’t anybody get discouraged, this is still nobody’s game and everybody still has a chance to win this competition. Anything can happen during the pool games,” Neal said with a laugh as the crowd around them cheered. He then handed the loudspeaker to his wife who announced, “The first game we will be playing is our version of Marco Polo,” she said as once more everybody applauded.
As the next set of games were the pool games, Suzanne was glad to have a chance to let her body cool off, even though the water offered more possibility to be groped by a stray hand. When the clapping around them quieted, Angeline continued, saying, “Now, in the planning stages we had all sorts of different variations of this game thought out, and we were going to trash this version as being too complicated, particularly after several Tropical Surprises,” she said as everybody laughed.
Everybody was having a good buzz from the drinks by now, and Suzanne even felt a bit giddy after gulping down the last one, which seemed to be stronger than the first she had. “After consulting with our resident engineer,” Angeline said with a wave towards David, “we decided this version would be the most fun for all. David, would you come explain,” she said as her husband wheeled his chair to the front of the group and took the loudspeaker. Suzanne wondered when her husband had met with the Meyers to talk this over, but her attention was abruptly drawn to Henry’s hand upon her hip, which slowly slid down and cupped her bare ass cheek! Suzanne remained still more from the shock at his audacity than any previous request from her husband. Although every fiber in her being screamed to move away from the blatantly obscene touch to her person, she stayed where she was knowing it would please her husband. In an attempt to get her mind off Henry’s intimate touch, she turned her attention was once more to her husband explaining the rules of the game. “The game will consist of two rounds, each thirty minutes long,” he began. “There are actually quite a few time-outs so the game will be longer, but it’s not like any of us are going anywhere,” he said to the soft laughter a few people. “For the first round, the men will be blindfolded and the game will be similar to any other game of Marco Polo, the men yelling ‘Marco’ and the women answering ‘Polo’ immediately in response. Unlike the normal game though, catching somebody is not necessarily a ‘win,’” her husband said with a sly grin. “After talking it over with Neal and Angeline, this game will be run by a points system, and as the party’s official scorekeeper, I’ll be keeping a running tab on the points,” he said as everybody looked around wondering what he was talking about. Smiling and recognizing people’s confusion, her husband continued. “Whenever somebody is caught, the ‘Hunter’ as I will call the ones blindfolded, will get five points for their team,” he explained to the crowd. “However, if you catch your PARTNER, you will be penalized five points,” he said as several people—particularly some of the contestants—groaned.
David smiled hearing their groans as he stated knowingly. “Yes, we have noticed in past years how people stacked points by letting their partners catch them,” he said as a few people laughed, knowing such a strategy had happened many times. “Now,” her husband continued, “When somebody is caught Angeline, Neal, or myself will yell ‘Freeze’ and blow the whistle. Everybody must stop where they are in the pool and NOBODY is to say anything. At that point the person blindfolded must guess who their victim is by touch,” he said as the crowd as a whole began to laugh, everybody understanding the ‘adult’ nature of the game. Suzanne felt a sudden flutter in her chest as David and the Meyers smiled knowingly at the crowd’s thoughts. “If they are correct, they will be awarded another five points and the game will resume—the Hunter giving their prey a ten second start before going on the Hunt again,” he told them. David handed Angeline the loudspeaker as she continued, saying, “Me, Neal, and David will be keeping track of the points. The only things you a have to remember is if caught, do not say anything, and when we say ‘Freeze’ and blow the whistle, everybody needs to remain where they are,” she smiled. “With that being said, let the games begin,” she announced as everybody cheered. “Good luck,” Henry told her with a swift pat on her ass, the ‘smack’ sound seeming to echo across the pool as her and Henry slid into the pool. Suzanne sucked in a quick breath as the cool water closing around her body. Although the pool was heated and not terribly cold, after being in the hot sun most of the day—and being aroused through most of it—her body took a moment to get used to the water’s temperature. Unfortunately the coolness did little to curb the arousal she had been building up all day, and since David’s revelation on wanting her to put aside their marriage vows, she was as wound as tightly a spring.
She still could not get over how horny she was. Sure it had been well over two months since David’s accident and their sexual ‘dry’ spell, but it was not like they had not pleased each other orally or manually. Granted there was a distinct difference between her orgasms when masturbating compared to being fucked by her husband, but that should not affect her so much. Then again, it was all too possible her body yearned for a man more than she thought, and the sudden attention by all the men had triggered something she had not realized existed within her. As she bobbed in the water, the cool liquid washing over her chest, she saw several of the men watching her intently from across the pool, their openly carnal looks and knowing smiles causing Suzanne’s breath to catch. Even in the warm water she felt her skin break out in goosebumps, not knowing if it was due to fear and anxiety, or anticipation and excitement. Just as the musical chairs game was slanted towards the men to catch quick feels of the women, this version of the Marco Polo game gave them a similar opportunity. In many respects it was even more likely to happen, as the people around the pool could not see what was going on underwater.
That the rules had been changed to actually promote the men groping the women in order to ‘identify’ them was a new twist. Gradually everybody began to spread out, the men on one side of the pool and the women on the other. The Meyers owned an Olympic style pool, so there were no shallow ends, and everybody was treading water as the men were handed out blindfolds which they pulled on to their heads. And then the whistle blew as all the men—now blindfolded—began swimming towards the women.
The men shouted “Marco” together, the women responding, their higher pitched “Polo” echoing through the yard with everybody’s laughter. Being blindfolded, a few men swam into each other right at the start, to the amusement of the crowd around the pool. It was also funny watching a few men grab each other, particularly the moment they realized it was not a woman in their arms.
Soon everybody was scattered throughout the pool. The men were widely separated, creating plenty of openings for the women to swim through, as well as several diving underwater and swimming beneath the men to get behind them. “Marco,” the men shouted again. “Polo,” the women answered. Although starting off in an organized line on one end of the pool, it was sheer chaos now. After the fourth call of “Marco” and “Polo,” Suzanne found herself boxed into a corner as James Price, Tim Brown, and Henry closed in. She knew she could not let Henry catch her, as their team would be penalized, so she figured if worse came to worse it would be better to let one of the other two men catch her; however, her primary goal was to not get caught by anybody at all. With a haphazard plan in her mind, she attempted to quietly swim between Tim and James when suddenly the men once again shouted out, “Marco!” Unfortunately Suzanne had to respond with the other women, yelling, “Polo,” as James immediately altered his direction and lurched towards her, his dark arms wrapping around her. “Freeze,” Angeline shouted, blowing her whistle for emphasis. “Looks like we our first two fishes caught,” she laughed. Suzanne looked around and saw one of the elderly neighbors from down the street—Debra McClain—in the arms of Ralph Mohr. “OK Ralph, any idea whom you have?” Angeline asked. Everybody laughed as the man’s hands slid across the other woman’s face and arms, finally shouting out, “Nancy Kennedy!” Everybody around the pool yelled out “EEAANT!” making a ‘wrong buzzer’ sound as they laughed. “OK, five points go to the Mohrs. James, who do you have?” Angeline asked. Suddenly Suzanne gasped as James’ hands reached around and abruptly clutched her breasts, causing her to squeak in surprise. Her eyes opened wide as everybody around the pool laughed at her predicament—even her own husband, who was sitting right in front of her at the edge. Not ceasing his assault to the laughter of the crowd, James continued to massage Suzanne’s breasts, one hand even pinching her nipple as he elicited an involuntary gasp of air from her. And the crowd continued to cheer him on. Finally, after calming from her own laughter, Angeline said, “Well, that’s definitely one way to pick out the ladies,” she jokingly stated as everybody again laughed. “So we need an answer,” she said. “Wait, one more quick check,” James said loudly in Suzanne’s ear. She was relieved when his right hand released her right breast, although her left boob was still gripped firmly into his left hand.
Then Suzanne felt his hand slide down her stomach, squealing loudly in surprise as James’ hand plunged into her bikini bottoms, his hand snaking between her legs! Immediately his finger wedged into her pussy, already lubricated from her earlier arousal. The move had been so quick, even Suzanne’s mind did not register what happened until her neighbor’s finger was lodged within her core, her vaginal muscles immediately clamping down upon the invading digit.
Being underwater, nobody could see what he was doing; however, Suzanne’s squeal and widened eyes of surprise let them know something was happening. As everybody laughed at her expense, James yelled out, “Suzanne Carter!” to everybody’s cheers. While the sound of cheering overwhelmed them, James whispered in Suzanne’s ear, “Looks like this little fishy is wet from more than just the water,” he laughed, obscenely wiggling his finger inside her. Suzanne let out an involuntary groan as her yearning pussy was finally receiving the stimulation it had been aching for, and she was too caught off guard and embarrassed at the man’s intimate invasion to move away. She let out another gasp as James’ finger suddenly pressed roughly against her clit, an electric shock running through Suzanne’s loins before he finally let her go, swimming away from her. In seconds Suzanne was left alone floating in the pool as she shamefully adjusted her suit, her loins throbbing wildly. If anything, her pussy ached for more, her mind in turmoil at the man’s vulgar assault upon her as she slowly swam to the edge of the pool to where David was sitting. “Did you see what he did?” she asked quietly to her husband, almost infuriated at the grin he returned back at her. She was even further shocked when David laughed, saying, “Well, next time don’t get caught,” he teased her, as Angeline blew the whistle for the game to recommence. Suzanne was flabbergasted. What the fuck was wrong with him? David’s newfound thrill of watching another man feel her up was definitely not a sham, leaving her completely off balance. Although the other men had blindfolds on, they knew James had done something intimate based upon her squeals, and they yelled their approvals as Suzanne heard several call out, “Good job!”

The end of part 1 of 3 of chapter 1 of Extenuating Circumstances