Getting It Up Again Ch. 01

"So, what's your plan?" he asked Susan.

"Well...seems like we need Martin to help get your mojo back," replied Susan, "so we get what we need."

"You mean to bring him into our bedroom to role-play with us?" asked her husband as his hand slowly slid past her knee, fingertips now on her inner thigh.

"Yes," replied Susan, leaning to the left a little, her left hand stretched over to her husband's groin and exploring on top of his shorts:

"But not so fast," she continued. "We need to break him in. Seduce him."

"You are wicked!" responded Michael. Her hand felt some hardness growing in his shorts.

"I'm doing this for us!" laughed Susan, "But for now, I want to get him to date me, and get him used to checking me out...just the two of us first. But he should know you approve, don't you?"

"Hell yes! Anything to help get a boner to put in my wife, the most beautiful woman on this planet!" responded Michael happily. His wife felt his erection grow a little more in his pants, and his fingertips finally reach up her inner right thigh to make contact with her panties.

"Not anything...I wouldn't feel comfortable if we brought an alpha male super-hot stud into our marriage...I don't think the thought of him cuckolding you would turn either of us on.

Martin's the safe choice...the meek, considerate, reliable beta," Susan mused aloud, as her husband's finger motions along her panties stopped to consider as well. "Plus, Martin is east Asian, so he won't be overconfident or aggressive with me or you. Most women consider them the least attractive, so they will have low confidence and be very easy for us to control. Well, either of us could beat the shit out of him if we wanted to."

"You're right," responded Michael, his hand still on his wife Susan's thigh, but motionless due to deep thought. "Martin is definitely the right guy for us. He'll always be second in our marriage."

"Good, then let's try to release a bit because we're almost there," Susan responded, rubbing the hardness in his shorts, causing her husband to thrust up into her hand, while his fingertips found her clitoris and the top of her labia lips, rubbing them, which caused her to grind her crotch more into his fingertips. They continued this simple foreplay until they turned into the parkway leading to the student apartments, abruptly stopping their fondling to hide signs of their arousal from the general public. After some driving, they found Martin waiting for them, dressed respectably in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, at a street corner. This was the first time they noticed he actually wore glasses, adding more nerdiness to his look.

"And he's definitely a virgin," remarked Susan, causing her and her husband to giggle for a moment, "so no STDs."

After parking, they walked over and greeted their friend with a hug; Susan being sure to hold a bit longer and closer than usual. It must have been quite a sight for the university students walking nearby: the tall super beautiful blonde hugging a shorter, less-than-average-looking east Asian nerdy medical student. Susan wanted to take her time so she wrapped her arm around her husband to slow his pacing. They walked in front of Martin, with Susan adding extra sway to her hips to hopefully keep him focused on her athletic butt and legs. Well, having gotten used to so many men constantly staring at her, she knew Martin was peeking at her assets from time to time, but not as aggressively or as blatantly as she would like.

Susan deliberately took her time walking down the avenue that led to the university campus, making sure Martin was appreciating her legs and buttocks as he obediently followed her and her husband like a loyal puppy dog, desperate for its master's attention. The problem being, as always, every male student along that street noticed her and they just stared and drooled at her; she noticed a few bulges forming in some of their shorts as well. She quickened her pace, realizing if she got into another fight, she would likely end up in jail, as their lawyer had informed them that the family of the harasser with the permanently damaged throat had obtained legal counsel and were pushing the District Attorney to press charges. Realizing the attention, she quickened her pace, dragging her husband with her, and forcing Martin to chase after them humorously.

Soon they reached their destination, the swanky and expensive gourmet restaurant halfway between the university and the city. Michael had picked it because of the great-tasting food and its staff of gorgeous waitresses; Susan agreed because the atmosphere was dark and she would be able to get away with showing off her legs to their guests without getting into trouble with the restaurant bouncers or the law. After checking in to claim their reservation, a tall leggy gorgeous black woman arrived at the front reception, eying Susan's alpha male hunk of a husband up and down lecherously, before slowly taking them to their table.

Michael had paid a large surcharge to secure a spot in the lounge hidden in the back that would provide much more privacy for some exhibitionism; Susan wanted Martin to have sole viewership rights over her this lunch date.

The sexy waitress finally took them up the circular staircase to the upper floor, and after multiple over-the-shoulder glances at Susan's husband, to the section which had a darker, soft rock ambiance than the rest of the restaurant. Each sitting area was a reasonably sized cylinder-shaped semi-private cubicle, with a circular leather couch, and in the center, several small bar tables; this allowed guests to see everything going on in their little lounge area, and the little entrance made it difficult for others to see what was going on inside. The waitress then placed their menus on a corner lounge spot and motioned with her hand for them to enter.

First Martin went in, expertly navigating the narrow entrance to sit on one side of the couch, a little bit from the center, exchanging nods with the waitress as he sat; Susan noted that likely Martin had been here before, which meant his family was likely paying his way through this private university's medical program.

Before her husband could take the lead in typical alpha male fashion, Susan cut in front and sat a little away from the center and Martin, so he could get a full view of her, followed by Michael, who slid in right next to her and put his left arm around her shoulders, allowing her to lean back into him. This was turning out better than expected, Susan thought, as she was now able to use her husband's body as support for the performance she was planning for Martin.

When the waitress returned and took their drink orders, Susan noted that Martin refused all alcoholic beverages, and did the same, opting for sparkling water over a cocktail.

Her husband Michael then told the waitress to tell the chef to decide their meal for them; this would be the most expensive choice, and they wanted at least to give their guest a good meal, plus not have Martin waste time staring at a menu. Martin very politely thanked them right away, so this confirmed to Susan he was definitely from a wealthy family similar to theirs.

Soon Michael began to make small talk with Martin, and despite them being total opposites, a tall Caucasian sexy alpha male and a tiny Asian beta male nerd, the conversation flowed naturally, and the two discovered some similarities with each other, despite some nervousness from their very shy guest, likely intimidated that the handsome specimen that was her husband was also a world-famous neurology surgeon and a former naval officer.

Martin was also a naval reservist, enlisted by his parents to learn discipline, but had yet to decide which medical specialty he should apply for. It was during this boring male shoptalk that Susan then decided to begin her show and casually crossed her left leg over her right, causing her dress hem to ride a little up, but giving Martin an unobstructed and perfect view of her right inner leg. Casually wiggling her right foot to make sure Martin was focused on her, she smiled at her husband and pretended to just be listening to their discussion. Martin was fascinated with Michael's experiences in providing battlefield surgery, but couldn't help but peek at Susan's perfectly toned long legs every few seconds.

When the first course arrived, Martin had already started talking more about his life; predictably, he didn't have many friends and no mention of women either. However, Susan felt this would be the perfect opportunity to feign interest in his life, plus enthrall Martin into her, and she turned to face him, smiling while sliding both her knees onto the lounge, keeping her legs crossed to not flash her panties at him. She was now kneeling on the couch facing their young guest. She smiled confidently as Martin's eyes went to the hem of her beach party dress, and followed her thighs up to her knees, then back down her lower legs; her eyes also checked the front of Martin's shorts and detected a small bulge forming.

She shifted her knees a little and saw Martin's eyes following them, which confirmed to her that she had cast a partial spell of control over him. She decided to ask a very personal, and possibly offensive question to Martin to test the effect of her spell:

"Martin, you told us your family immigrated here. So where exactly did you immigrate from?"

"Hong Kong. We are all Chinese, but I was born here, which is why I don't have an accent," Martin replied honestly, wide-eyed and trying to look her in the eyes, but constantly getting distracted by her legs.

Perfect, thought Susan, but Martin certainly had stronger discipline than her husband; Michael couldn't keep his eyes off her legs when they first met. Or her cleavage for that matter. Susan was impressed.

She then asked some more personal questions to ensure she had full control over Martin, once in a while touching her legs to distract his thoughts; Martin stumbled over his words on each touch. Noticing she didn't have time to eat, her husband used one hand to feed her, while the hand around her shoulder casually slid down her arm and over her dress to her knee, where he began to fondle her knee and lower leg. Susan admitted to herself that she was one hot trophy wife, as even her husband couldn't keep his hands off her for long, but that passion had slowed down substantially after his injury from the fight outside the other restaurant. Perhaps Martin's presence was helping? To be sure, she subtly reached behind her and felt the growing bulge in her husband's pants.

Susan wasn't sure if Michael knew it or not, but his subconscious fondling of his wife was really exciting Martin. Their young guest immediately had an erection in his shorts, and as Michael's hands slid up her thigh, raising her dress hem and exposing more thigh, Martin's erection also grew in size and fierceness. Good, thought Susan, as she knew that Martin's erection was a public declaration of his fealty towards her. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Martin, her husband's member was also responding to the torrid exhibitionism occurring.

As they finished their meal, Michael's hand began slowly rising up her thigh, exposing more to their guest, so much so that Susan was afraid the men wouldn't be able to calm their angry erections before they had to leave the table. She quickly sat up and put both her feet on the ground, then adjusted her dress hem down, to reduce the distraction to her husband and target. Thankfully this caused her husband's hardness to quickly go away; this probably was also due to the injuries he sustained while defending her, Susan thought. She changed the subject to talk about her husband's side business of making educational films for medical students, hoping the subject was less interesting than her legs and thus would end Martin's hardness. After a while, both their erections had subsided enough so they could get up and walk away without embarrassment.

After lunch, Susan and Michael escorted Martin back to his apartment complex. Michael first shook hands with him, then grabbed him in for a quick long-distance hug. While this happened, Susan noticed a bulge in Martin's pants, likely from him observing her firm buttocks and legs while walking back. Susan then just forcefully grabbed Martin and pulled him close, and felt his hardness press at her inner labia lips through her panties and dress; it felt good to her, likely because of their connection formed from fighting off the harassers together and their recent lunch conversation. She purposely held him tight so he couldn't escape, and he involuntarily poked his erection up once, which helped relieve some tension in her labia, before she let him go. She didn't want to scare him off, but she wanted to give him a goodbye hug that would make him want to see her again.

Susan and Michael returned to their car and as they drove away, Susan turned in her seat and placed both her legs across her husband's lap, encountering a growing erection in his pants.

She reached over and felt for his glans, and started to play with it through his pants.

"I see someone had a lot of fun today," she mused seductively.

"Just knowing Martin couldn't keep his eyes off you was somehow a real turn-on," Michael replied.

"Is that why you felt my legs up in front of him?" she inquired.

"Yeah...I was hoping he was watching..." replied her husband.

"Oh, he was, stud. He couldn't keep his eyes off of me...and he got excited like this too," and with that, Susan expertly unbuckled her husband's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts like an expert. Her hand dove quickly into the opening in his boxers and pulled out his growing member, stroking it roughly. She continued her teasing:

"It was so hot, seeing his cock push his shorts out while watching you feel up my legs," whispered Susan, as she started rubbing her husband's glans with her thumb. Meanwhile, her husband had put one hand on her lower leg across his lap, and felt up and managed to feel over her knee and up her thigh until his fingers reached just under her dress hemline. Susan continued her teasing:

"He was excited from watching me walk back to our car too, stud. He was still hard when he hugged me."

Susan felt her husband's hands slide over to her other leg and begin to caress her thigh, down to her knee, as she stroked his continually hardening erection. Michael's hand then began to slide down her outer thigh and knee, back to her lower legs on his lap. It was then she noticed that their breathing had increased in pace, and at the same pace too; more proof that the Martin fantasy was working.

"And when I pulled him in tight, he couldn't help but push his hard-on into me," she smiled.

Michael's hand slid between her legs and started traveling up to her inner knees.

"I felt his tip press against the top of my labia through my dress and panties. It felt so hot," she looked lovingly at her husband, who then reached deep between her thighs, but could not get to her panties. Susan giggled at his predicament.

Michael suddenly turned off the way home and took them into an empty parking lot, confirming to Susan that the Martin fantasy was successful in getting him right where she wanted him to be. Luckily, she was ovulating at this time, so her husband had a very good chance of impregnating her, which was what they both wanted. When the car stopped at the very end, nearby some trees and out of sight of the main road, he quickly put a sun blocker on the rear window just in case anyone drove by.

Susan then used her lever to recline the back of her seat all the way against the back seat, and her husband quickly opened the door; it was then they both noticed Michael was so excited that he forgot to zip up his shorts. After a brief giggle, her husband kicked off his shoes and tossed them on the floor of the driver's seat, then pulled down his shorts and boxers and climbed into the passenger side on top of his wife, and shut the door.

With one hand, Susan grabbed her husband's neck and pulled him in for tongue touching, and the other took hold of his erection and continued to stimulate his glans to keep him hard. Meanwhile, her husband had reached under her dress and pulled her panties up her thighs, but her legs were spread too apart by his body. He backed up so that she could close her legs, and he pulled her panties over her knees and off of her. Before he could get back to her Susan quickly closed her legs so her lower legs pressed his torso against the dashboard, and with her hands pulled off her husband's top; he was now completely naked with her.

She then spread her legs and Michael got in between them and started kissing her, and she, realizing time was short, she reached under and grabbed his erection. Her husband bucked his hips up involuntarily, bringing his loins closer to hers. She then pressed the glans of his hard penis against her clitoris, and rubbed it down against her inner labia lips, coating it with some of her excitement. Then back up again, pushing apart her labia lips and using his glans to rub her inner labia. They then realized they were grunting and groaning, and their hips were moving involuntarily in a rhythm with this motion.

After a few more cycles of this, she pushed his glans into her vaginal opening, and with precision and control, her husband carefully pushed his erection deep into her. At first, he started at a medium pace, but once Susan started bucking her hips to help him thrust deeper into her, Michael began thrusting into her at a frenzied pace. He thrust hard into her, trying to go deeper each time, and held her knees up to give him deeper penetration and more sensation, and continued thrusting into her in earnest. At this point, their breathing, grunting, and groaning were in rhythm, and they were completely oblivious to their surroundings.

Still not reaching orgasm, Susan felt Michael grab her legs and place the back of her knees against his shoulders, and she cried out in ecstasy at the extra depth his thrusting made.

She felt her husband's thrusting rhythm increase even more, and she cried out "Yes!"

At this point her husband was like a wild animal, pumping her so hard that he didn't even realize he had pushed her up the seat; he grabbed her shoulders and thrust into her as hard as he could, causing them to violently roll off the seat, then hit the back seat, then roll onto the floor, so that now Susan was on top. Regardless of the intense gymnastics, her husband kept thrusting up from the floor and pushing down hard on her shoulders, and her groaning and moaning grew louder. To keep her balance, she put one arm on the back seat, the other holding the driver's seat.

Suddenly Michael thrust hard up while she was pushing herself up, and the combined momentum literally had Michael thrust her back onto the back seat, knees pinned to his shoulders. Susan moaned in delight as her husband thrust hard, fast, and deep into her, his hands starting to roam her toned thighs to keep his arousal and erection up.

To assist him, Susan wrapped her lower legs around his shoulder blades and used her legs to enhance the up-and-down motion of her love tunnel around his erection. After a few cycles of this, she felt her husband's hardness twitch inside her.

Michael then cried out loud and slammed his penis deep and up into her vagina, and she felt some warm semen hit the top of her vagina and cervix. Then another involuntary deep thrust into her, and some more ejaculation.

As this continued, she felt as if something had been released in her and she cried out in ecstasy as her body began involuntarily shaking with orgasmic waves washing over her. For a moment, as they basked in their orgasmic bliss, their natural convulsions continued in rhythm, creating a beautiful harmony that allowed them to catch their breath a little.