What Sue Demands
By RalphieG
December 15, 2024
“Pretty gutsy coming up again when nobody's home,” Sue called from the upstairs when I opened the front door, closed it behind me and stood on her landing.
“Strip right where you are and come up,” she added.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
I did as asked, taking all my clothes off while standing on the tile spray behind the closed front door. Clothes in hand I stepped up the five steps to the house’s main floor, but not seeing the woman-of-the-house in the sunlit kitchen, I realized Sue had to be in their den. Walking through the big sunlight-filled split-level naked, my erection leading the way, was as unnerving as it was thrilling, surely something I had never done. Let alone, had I ever been naked in front of my buddy's wife. But as I walked to the right, and through the single open door that led into Tom’s and Sue’s big peach-and-brown room., I saw Tom's pretty curly-haired wife sitting on the room's low blue, cloth couch, her back to me.
“Follow my instructions to the letter.”
“Sure.”
“Walk to my side, right here,” Sue said patting what I suddenly realized was her bare right thigh. “I have my eyes closed so I won’t see you, but step right here.”
I dropped my clothes, stepped to her, looking down at Sue in what had to be the shortest and tightest skirt I had ever seen her wear. Although Tom’s wife was not one for showing off too much of herself, I had been with her and her husband at plenty of functions where she might have worn a dress, and enough pool parties to have caught Sue in various one-pieces through the years. But as slightly obsessed by her fantastic high tits as I had been through the decades, I never actually realized how shapely Sue’s legs were. I was staring down hard at her thin yet nicely muscled thighs then, that’s for sure.
“Jerk it.”
“I…what?”
“Do it, start jerking off for me,” she said suddenly raising her chin, opening her eyelids and locking her small blue eyes with my big brown, wide-eyed stare.
I definitely liked the sound of this.
Sporting pretty much a raging boner around my buddy’s wife for the second time in two weeks, I reached down and began doing what she asked. Our first time at this impossible happenstance had seemingly been an accident, me catching Sue home alone, her teasing about my sweats being too tight, then daring me to take off my briefs, come back into the room and show her my cock, balls and ass commando under the sweats. She had always been a bawdy big tease, and I had always done my best to give her back whatever she gave me, tinged with tease and humiliation as it always had been; chalk it all up on an unrequited attraction we had shared since high school. As she made us coffee that day a week before, my boner raged, and Sue did her best not to look down at my tent as we continued with our visit like I wasn't popping there before her and she wasn't trying her best to peek.
But here Sue was wearing a skirt, had me stripped ,and was making me jerk off for her.
“Like my legs?”
“Very much,” I said, dropping my gaze and hoping Sue might follow suit. But she kept her chin lifted and her eyes on mine as I stroked ever faster, and she ever so slightly undulated her hips. When she did so, the tight skirt rode up the side of her creamy tan thighs even higher.
“Getting’ there?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said feeling the sure rise of things soon, well, to come.
“Good…stop.”
I took my hand off my cock and sighed.
“We’re gonna do this stop and go for the next hour,” she said and afforded me the quickest peek downward, not exactly at my dick, but not exactly not not on it either.
Fucking tease, I thought.
“I want him suffering and ready to explode, but for taking until now to call me, you are not going to release.”
I just thought, ya know, last week...I....:
"I, I, I," she mocked me. "First time ever we even get close to something as naughty as this, I feel guilty as all hell, and you don't even check up on me?"
As she scolded, Sue smiled so I knew what she was on about, looking for a reason (as if she really needed one) for us to traipse past propriety today, last week, anytime. As if I'd refuse her anything she wanted. As if her taking command like this wasn't making me crazy!
“My plan was to have you jerk off onto my legs,” Sue continued, sitting back and patting the couch next to her. I waddled and sat down, spread my legs, and let my cock bounce between us. She afford me another passing peek down, then looking up into my eyes as deeply as she had only moments ago.
“But then you took so long to call, I knew I had to punish you.”
“So, I get to play with myself and not come.”
“The way I had it figured I still wouldn’t look, just like I am not really right now, but I’d feel when you spurted your warm juicy juice on my bare leg,” she said, still looking directly at me, but tracing the fingertips of her right hand up and down the inside of my quivering right thigh. Her wrist just brushed against my raging boner and I all but shot my load right then and there.
I really had never seen this pretty long face I knew so well so flushed, Sue’s eyes sparkling in this precise way. Having a man coming on her bare legs, might just have been a one of those locked and loaded fantasies we all have. Did Sue coax Tom to come regularly on her thighs…or some other part of her? Really, what did I know of this lady’s kinks? Did she dom her man, as she seemed to like to do with me. In fact, thinking hard on it then, Sue did make the perfect dom, it fit her personality to take sexual charge, she was always more or less the one who led her marriage with my bestie.
“I’m definitely more than ready to spurt on your leg, on you whatever, believe me, I’m…”
“No, no, punishment,” she said sighing deep, and ‘Smit’ Sue smacked my thigh with her tickling fingers. “Play with it, go ahead, but no release.”
The stop and go was deeply ball-aching and took Sue and I that good long hour she promised. She really never lowered her eyes from mine, sitting back and then forward, taunting and teasing me to slow down, speed up and at times unhand my cock all together while she crosse her legs, adjusted herself, flashed me side thigh almost all the way up her ass, and every so often reached down as if she was actually going to grab me, but simply tickled the inside of my left or right thigh.
Really, it was all a little too good to be true.
I'd take even longer to call next time.
“Strip right where you are and come up,” she added.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
I did as asked, taking all my clothes off while standing on the tile spray behind the closed front door. Clothes in hand I stepped up the five steps to the house’s main floor, but not seeing the woman-of-the-house in the sunlit kitchen, I realized Sue had to be in their den. Walking through the big sunlight-filled split-level naked, my erection leading the way, was as unnerving as it was thrilling, surely something I had never done. Let alone, had I ever been naked in front of my buddy's wife. But as I walked to the right, and through the single open door that led into Tom’s and Sue’s big peach-and-brown room., I saw Tom's pretty curly-haired wife sitting on the room's low blue, cloth couch, her back to me.
“Follow my instructions to the letter.”
“Sure.”
“Walk to my side, right here,” Sue said patting what I suddenly realized was her bare right thigh. “I have my eyes closed so I won’t see you, but step right here.”
I dropped my clothes, stepped to her, looking down at Sue in what had to be the shortest and tightest skirt I had ever seen her wear. Although Tom’s wife was not one for showing off too much of herself, I had been with her and her husband at plenty of functions where she might have worn a dress, and enough pool parties to have caught Sue in various one-pieces through the years. But as slightly obsessed by her fantastic high tits as I had been through the decades, I never actually realized how shapely Sue’s legs were. I was staring down hard at her thin yet nicely muscled thighs then, that’s for sure.
“Jerk it.”
“I…what?”
“Do it, start jerking off for me,” she said suddenly raising her chin, opening her eyelids and locking her small blue eyes with my big brown, wide-eyed stare.
I definitely liked the sound of this.
Sporting pretty much a raging boner around my buddy’s wife for the second time in two weeks, I reached down and began doing what she asked. Our first time at this impossible happenstance had seemingly been an accident, me catching Sue home alone, her teasing about my sweats being too tight, then daring me to take off my briefs, come back into the room and show her my cock, balls and ass commando under the sweats. She had always been a bawdy big tease, and I had always done my best to give her back whatever she gave me, tinged with tease and humiliation as it always had been; chalk it all up on an unrequited attraction we had shared since high school. As she made us coffee that day a week before, my boner raged, and Sue did her best not to look down at my tent as we continued with our visit like I wasn't popping there before her and she wasn't trying her best to peek.
But here Sue was wearing a skirt, had me stripped ,and was making me jerk off for her.
“Like my legs?”
“Very much,” I said, dropping my gaze and hoping Sue might follow suit. But she kept her chin lifted and her eyes on mine as I stroked ever faster, and she ever so slightly undulated her hips. When she did so, the tight skirt rode up the side of her creamy tan thighs even higher.
“Getting’ there?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said feeling the sure rise of things soon, well, to come.
“Good…stop.”
I took my hand off my cock and sighed.
“We’re gonna do this stop and go for the next hour,” she said and afforded me the quickest peek downward, not exactly at my dick, but not exactly not not on it either.
Fucking tease, I thought.
“I want him suffering and ready to explode, but for taking until now to call me, you are not going to release.”
I just thought, ya know, last week...I....:
"I, I, I," she mocked me. "First time ever we even get close to something as naughty as this, I feel guilty as all hell, and you don't even check up on me?"
As she scolded, Sue smiled so I knew what she was on about, looking for a reason (as if she really needed one) for us to traipse past propriety today, last week, anytime. As if I'd refuse her anything she wanted. As if her taking command like this wasn't making me crazy!
“My plan was to have you jerk off onto my legs,” Sue continued, sitting back and patting the couch next to her. I waddled and sat down, spread my legs, and let my cock bounce between us. She afford me another passing peek down, then looking up into my eyes as deeply as she had only moments ago.
“But then you took so long to call, I knew I had to punish you.”
“So, I get to play with myself and not come.”
“The way I had it figured I still wouldn’t look, just like I am not really right now, but I’d feel when you spurted your warm juicy juice on my bare leg,” she said, still looking directly at me, but tracing the fingertips of her right hand up and down the inside of my quivering right thigh. Her wrist just brushed against my raging boner and I all but shot my load right then and there.
I really had never seen this pretty long face I knew so well so flushed, Sue’s eyes sparkling in this precise way. Having a man coming on her bare legs, might just have been a one of those locked and loaded fantasies we all have. Did Sue coax Tom to come regularly on her thighs…or some other part of her? Really, what did I know of this lady’s kinks? Did she dom her man, as she seemed to like to do with me. In fact, thinking hard on it then, Sue did make the perfect dom, it fit her personality to take sexual charge, she was always more or less the one who led her marriage with my bestie.
“I’m definitely more than ready to spurt on your leg, on you whatever, believe me, I’m…”
“No, no, punishment,” she said sighing deep, and ‘Smit’ Sue smacked my thigh with her tickling fingers. “Play with it, go ahead, but no release.”
The stop and go was deeply ball-aching and took Sue and I that good long hour she promised. She really never lowered her eyes from mine, sitting back and then forward, taunting and teasing me to slow down, speed up and at times unhand my cock all together while she crosse her legs, adjusted herself, flashed me side thigh almost all the way up her ass, and every so often reached down as if she was actually going to grab me, but simply tickled the inside of my left or right thigh.
Really, it was all a little too good to be true.
I'd take even longer to call next time.