Getting It Up Again Ch. 02

Martin lifted his head to look at her, fear in his eyes.

"Relax," said Susan, and with her legs wrapped around him, used Martin as leverage to pull herself up.

He in turn had to put his hands on her knees to lift himself off her breasts, but curiously enough, kept his hands on her legs. Susan smiled to raise his confidence and to keep his silky-smooth hands there.

"Let's be careful we don't break these, as we need these for you to become a doctor," said Susan as she removed his glasses and carefully placed them on the driver's seat, twisting her legs a little. She felt Martin steady himself by holding onto her knees but felt his hands wander down her lower legs at the same time.

She turned and faced him; it was the first time she had ever seen him, or any Chinese male, so close.

He looked so different from her husband and her previous boyfriends, in that he was not attractive, yet his face seemed to glow. She ran one hand through his short black hair.

"You have fun?"

Martin looked down shyly, and her eyes followed his gaze, noticing the erection in his shorts. He nodded.

"Good, me too."

With that, she pulled his lips close to her, feeling his heavy breathing on her face, and gave him a small kiss on the lips. Martin's eyes opened wide with joy and fear.

"It's OK Martin. This is what people do on dates when they are compatible," she paused for a second, and added: "and my husband was hoping this would happen."

Calmed, Martin opened his mouth, still breathing heavily. Susan wasn't sure whether he was ready yet, so she carefully opened her mouth and slowly covered his with hers, turning her head so their lips rubbed against each other. When Martin didn't resist or pull away for a moment, she used her legs, still wrapped around his torso, to pull him in closer and stuck her tongue into his mouth, searching for his tongue. Susan found it, and ran her tongue along his; she felt one of Martin's hands slide up her outer leg and down her outer thigh to the edge of her shorts, then back down again.

After some more tongue guidance from Susan, Martin picked up and they began their tongue dance. Meanwhile, Martin's hand began exploring all of her legs more aggressively, many times feeling up and down her inner thigh, though his fingertips never tried to push into the tight opening of where her jean cutoffs met the top of her thighs.

Susan moaned at his touch. She felt her labia swell with lust, and wiggled her legs a little to relieve some of the desire.

Curious as to how Martin felt, Susan traced her hand gently down his face, then the side of his neck, and along his shirt collar until she felt his top button. She slowly unbuttoned the top and feeling his hand fondle her lower leg, began to unbutton more.

Eventually, she opened his shirt and while still kissing him, peeked at his lean, fit frame. Martin was clearly doing some weights, given his chest was a bit larger than average, but not enough to bulk like her husband. She placed her hand on his chest and relished how her creamy, white skin differed in texture against his yellower tanned chest. As she ran the palm of her hands across his nipples, Martin slid his open mouth off of hers and around her face.

Good, now he's getting a lot more creative, or maybe just needed a break to breathe, thought Susan, as her hand slid down the front of his body to the top of his belt. She moved over the belt buckle and down the center until she felt a hard lump, and began circling it with her thumb. At that point, Martin began thrusting the tip of the bulge in his shorts against her thumb.

Suddenly Martin backed off, likely embarrassed at how he was reacting to her touch; Susan also noted that strangely enough, his hands were still all over her enticing legs.

"Relax...it's OK lover.

This kind of stuff happens on dates...it's natural," said Susan.

Martin looked a little nervous at how intimate they had gotten on their first date, and Susan sensed that it was time to take him home before she scared him off. She leaned forward and they passionately touched tongues for a moment; despite his nervousness Martin still couldn't keep his hands from exploring her legs. She made a mental note that he didn't feel comfortable enough to undress her yet or go for her breasts, then broke the kiss.

"We better get you home so you can sleep now," Susan said, checking her watch. They had been fooling around roughly ten minutes longer than she had intended. She wondered how this unattractive Chinese beta male got her engine going, and her husband's, for that matter. Must be some psychological effect of fighting off those perverts together, she concluded.

Susan then boldly pointed out the erection in Martin's shorts:

"You're going to have a hard time getting to sleep with that. You'll probably have to masturbate."

Martin nodded honestly.

Completely under her control, Susan realized.

"Don't worry lover. Michael and I have a gift for you to help with that," Susan said, and she reached into a bag at the passenger seat and pulled out a small photo album, and passed it to Martin, her legs still wrapped around him, and his hands still feeling them.

Martin stopped fondling her legs to grab the photo album. The cover was blank and plain, and when he opened it to the first page, his eyes opened wide with excitement. There was Susan, wearing only a matching leopard print bra and panty set, with her husband Michael behind her, wearing only boxers.

Susan knew Martin only wanted to see her, the beautiful blonde trophy wife, in lingerie, but she deliberately included some revealing photos of her and her husband to calm him into being with the two of them when he was ready. As he flipped through, Martin gasped in awe at some of Susan's professional Victoria's Secret photoshoots.

"I want you to look at those photos and think of me when you take care of yourself tonight after you get home," she ordered, "but remember, our dating is our secret. Don't tell anyone...not your friends, and definitely not your family," reminded Susan, realizing that Martin probably didn't have anyone to tell anyway.

With that, Susan released Martin from her legs and gently began pushing him out of the car. He quickly got up and started to get into the front passenger side when Susan shook her finger at him:

"No, you're driving home. That way you remember the way so you can take me back here next week...and button up your shirt before you forget!"

He apologized and walked around to get into the front driver's seat, buttoning up his shirt in the process, and Susan got up and into the front passenger seat. They put on their seatbelts, and after Martin drove off and began the downhill drive back to his condo, Susan turned to face him.

She leaned her back against the front passenger door, unbuckled her belt, and stretched her legs over and onto Martin's lap.

Martin looked at her, and Susan nodded her consent. Then he released one hand off the steering wheel and began to feel the top of her lower legs. As the driving back continued, his hand went over her knee and onto her thigh.

Unfortunately for him, it was a short drive, and seeing the condo towers and university area approaching, Susan quickly took her legs off his lap, sat properly, and put on her seatbelt again.

Martin stopped the car at the exact same spot, and Susan confirmed her commitment to go on another date with him exactly one week from now, which he enthusiastically agreed to.

Good, he's not so shy with me now, she thought and looked around outside to make sure nobody was around.

With no one to observe, she leaned forward and joined mouths with her date to dance tongues for a short while.

Martin then thanked her again, got out, and began to quickly walk home; Susan was certain she saw a little happy bounce in his walk.

Susan quickly sped home and into her garage, almost running a few red lights along the way. Luckily, she lived in a quiet part of the town so few police cars were checking for speeders in her neighborhood. As she parked in the garage and got out of the car, the door to the house opened. There was her husband, Michael, waiting for her, completely naked, with a huge, angry erection pointed directly at her. Susan quickly activated the garage door so it began closing behind her.

"Are you crazy?" she asked, "someone could have spotted you."

Michael didn't wait.

He grabbed her in for a kiss.

They had to move quickly, Susan thought before the erection went away.

Kissing and feeling each other's bodies, Susan felt Michael's hands pull off her sweater, so she lifted her arms up to get it completely off. Looking quickly around her house, Susan saw a nearby loveseat and kissing her husband, pushed him onto it. Michael then opened her cutoffs and pulled her tight jean shorts down, followed by her classic cotton panties; Susan was now nude except for her bra.

Michael then grabbed her waist and planted Susan right on top of his erection; with his other hand, he was holding a squeeze bottle of lubricant and liberally applied it to his hard shaft and glans. He then reached between Susan's legs and rubbed her labia lips sensuously, applying plenty of lubricant onto her.

Closing the bottle and tossing it to the side, he grabbed Susan's waist and began pulling her down onto him, his erection easily impaling her due to the lubrication. Susan wiggled her hips a bit to guide his glans directly to her vaginal opening, and slowly slid down his shaft, his glans touching her cervix. They both growled in primal ecstasy at that moment.

From there Michael reached behind and unclasped her bra, and putting both hands on her shoulders, pulled her forward so he could suck and lick her nipples as he thrust into his wife.

Susan managed to wiggle her legs around his waist and wrapping them firmly around her husband, used her legs and hips to coordinate their hip thrusting. Soon husband and wife reached a rhythm in both breathing and thrusting.

While they both grunted and groaned, Michael grabbed his wife's legs and put one over each shoulder, deepening his penetration, causing Susan to cry out in delight as his large hard member went deeper into her.

Michael then started pumping hard up into her, and on the third thrust, his momentum picked them both off the love seat, but he continued bouncing her up and down on his stiff penis, her legs still over his shoulders, and their breathing and thrusting in rhythm.

Susan couldn't help but growl lustfully as her husband's glans rubbed every part of her love tunnel, and his shaft stimulated her clitoris.

Soon they stumbled and thrust their way into the family room, where Susan's loving husband thrust her onto their prized French Carved Oak Blush Upholstered French Louis XV Style Daybed Chaise, with pink cushioning. Susan felt her husband pump into her hard, and could even hear the wet slapping noises of intercourse now over their breathing and groaning. She felt her husband thrust into her hard again, her legs still over his shoulders, and she was pushed further onto the daybed, with her head almost against the backrest.

Michael climbed onto the daybed with her, pinning her knees to her shoulders; they managed to touch tongues while breathing and groaning heavily during their intensely passionate coitus. Her husband then took one leg and crossed it over her other, both over one shoulder, so her love tunnel wrapped tightly around his pumping shaft. Then Susan heard her husband's breathing become tenser, and felt his penis twitch within her. Then nature took over.

Her husband involuntarily thrust deep and hard into her, and she felt his hot semen splatter against her cervix, with a little leaking into her womb. Then again, he suddenly withdrew a little and pushed himself deep into her, letting loose some more semen. Susan then felt his hands wrap around her breasts, palms rubbing her extra sensitive nipples, and then another powerful thrust, which triggered her.

As she felt the last bit of semen leave his glans within her, Susan's body began spasming uncontrollably, and she threw her head back and screamed out in joy, while her husband continued to involuntarily thrust into her a few more times, but this time leaving no semen behind.

Exhausted, Susan tried to pull her legs out from her husband, but accidentally pushed out, causing him to roll off while holding her breasts, bringing her down on top of him onto the carpeted floor, which luckily had a thick and soft bearskin rug beneath them.

Surprisingly, Michael was still aware enough to bend his chin into his chest so his butt and back hit the floor softly at first, then he rested his head back as Susan collapsed on top of him, her face on his chest. She then proceeded to kiss his chest and suck on his nipples as they were conveniently close to her.

"Did the cellular modem work?" asked Susan.

"You bet beautiful. I saw everything! Great moves by the tree, by the way," he managed to blurt out between recovering his breath.

Susan smiled, then sat up on her husband, straddling his groin. She felt her labia lips on his now softening member, and grasping his giant pectoral muscles while stimulating his nipples with her palms, began sliding her labia lips up and down his shaft. She listened to the wet sliding sound as their well-lubricated genitals rubbed against each other in a pussy job, but she was disappointed that his glans and penis weren't reacting to her gyrations; instead, they felt very soft and tired.

"Do something," she pleaded with her husband, "Move your hips. Rub your penis against my labia lips."

Michael obeyed, but his member wouldn't respond.

"Sorry beautiful," Michael apologized sincerely.

"It's OK...it'll be a while before I start ovulating again anyway. Guess we got to get closer to our Martin."

At that, Susan collapsed on top of her husband, and they kissed lovingly.