1. A Husband's Education


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    or the spare room. With Kim recently having manipulated her way to a threesome with myself and her husband – admittedly aided and abetted by myself – you’d have thought he and I would have had cause to at least touch on the subject. Not a bit of it. Pete was the kind of bloke who didn’t talk about things at all. He was always comfortable when on neutral ground, with facts and figures. Well, he is an accountant after all. The murky underworld of people’s beings, emotional grey areas; these were things with which he felt extremely uncomfortable. Things happened, Pete chewed them over for a few days, and then they were tucked away. Once or twice I’d had an uncomfortable feeling that Kim was playing with fire, but on the other hand she was a force of nature herself. Anyway, Pete and I had a couple of drinks and talked about the usual shit. After about an hour the buzzer sounded. “I wonder who that is,” I said, hoping I sounded genuinely curious and slightly annoyed as I went to investigate. Suzy had really pulled out all the stops. She was wearing a black PVC top with a zip down the front, which was cut low enough to reveal substantial cleavage, and high enough to reveal her belly button. A black PVC skirt was short enough for Suzy to flaunt bare skin above her stocking tops. How she could walk in the heels she was wearing, I had no idea. Jet black hair caressed her shoulders. Her thickly made-up face was all gothic drama with cherry red lips providing a single splash of colour. ...
    “You look like you’re on the fucking game,” I told her. Suzy shrugged. “It’s nice to see you too,” she said. “Anyway, wasn’t that what you and Kim wanted? A total slut?” She gave a crooked smile. “Rent-a-slut, that’s me.” Among her many qualities, Suzy is quite the actor. By the time she entered the main living area, she’d gotten into character. Even before she spoke, I could see Pete’s eyes almost popping out of his head. “’Allo ‘an’some,” Suzy said. Then, turning to me, “You didn’t tell me you ‘ad comp'ny.” “You should have phoned,” I said. Suzy ignored this. “So, oo’s this ‘an’some fella?” “Suzy, this is Pete,” I said. “Pete, this is Suzy.” “’Allo, Pete,” Suzy said. Pete still looked gobsmacked, but managed a greeting, just about. “Can ya believe it?” Suzy said. “Cabbie almost woont let me into ‘is car. Said I looked like a prossy. Me? Bloomin’ cheek!” She twisted her body slightly as she spoke, then walked across the room, plonked herself down in the middle of the three-seater right next to Pete, and put a hand on his knee. “Mind you,” she said, “me friends do call me Suzy the Floozy. Whatcha wanna call me, ‘an’some?” She gave Pete’s knee a squeeze. “Drink?” I offered. “Yes fuckin’ please,” Suzy replied. Then she nudged Pete with her shoulder. “Gets me in the mood, alca-ol does, if ya know what I mean. And wiv two ‘an’some blokes ‘ere.” Oh yes, she was playing her part to perfection. I’d made the right choice alright, and I knew Kim would be enjoying the performance. When ...
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