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“I know just the woman,” I said.“Good. Good.” Kim replied. “Do you mind if I meet her first?”It was ever thus with Kim; a veneer of quiet tact masked steel. This wasn’t a request, it was a demand.“Of course I don’t,” I said.We’d met up for lunch, me and my best friend’s wife. I didn’t know if she’d told Pete we’d be meeting, but then I didn’t care much either. It wasn’t as if we’d be having a quickie in the toilets afterwards. I was helping her with her husband’s education, true. It was also true that a week ago she’d been sitting on top of Pete with my cock up her arse. But I had no intention of having sex with Kim in his absence.“You know if you’d been the marrying kind,” Kim said, “I’d have snapped you up like a shot.”“My loss is Pete’s gain,” I said. “Anyway, if I’d been the marrying kind it would have been at the expense of my considerable rakish charm. You can’t have both cohabiting in the same person; it would upset the laws of nature and most likely bring about the end of civilization as we know it.”Kim just smiled. She had the kind of smile that made happily married men of 50 years fall in love with her.“I’m not going to ask if you know what you’re doing,” I said.“Good,” Kim said. “Now, when do I get to meet…”“Suzy,” I said. “Her name’s Suzy.”“So how soon do I get to meet Suzy? If you say she’s the right woman for the job, I’m sure she is, but I need to be sure.”Kim got to meet Suzy very soon indeed. Well, there was no point in hanging about, not when Kim had set her mind on this.As I’d predicted, Suzy was keen, but then I’d never known her to be anything but keen. Men, women, threesomes, foursomes and ever upwards, in addition to a wide variety of kinks. Suzy was something else. I was sure she was perfect for the task at hand.She had other qualities too. I knew she and Kim would hit it off, because it was a toss up which of them was the sharper, the more intelligent and, frankly, the more manipulative. In other circumstances they might have been implacable enemies, but this was something that appealed to both equally.Kim had one further request-cum-demand that I hadn’t anticipated. “I want to be there,” she said.“Are you sure that won’t defeat the object of the exercise?” I should have known better. Kim had her reasons, and they weren’t for me to question.“I’m sure you’ve got somewhere for me to conceal my person,” she said. “Until and if I decide the time is right for me to put in an appearance.”“Any time you feel like it,” Suzy offered. I could tell she was as taken with Kim as any man.And so the following Wednesday, Pete was over at my flat, at my invitation. Kim was already there, having arrived straight from work. There was a short hallway leading off the back of the living room to my bedroom and a guest room. Kim hid out in the guest room. It was easy enough for her to sneak out and have a peek at what was going on without making herself known, unless she chose to. Pete had no reason to visit either the bedroom 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 Escort Tunalı 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 I approached to give Suzy her drink, I took the opportunity to look up her skirt. The thing was so short I could hardly avoid it, or avoid seeing her panties, which in turn were made of some gauzy, flimsy material that hid nothing. Her pussy lips were winking at me.“Fuck knows why you bothered with knickers,” I observed, handing her the drink.“A girl ‘as to preserve some kind of decorum,” she said, labouring the last word as if it was alien to her. Then she dug her elbow into Pete so that he almost spilled his drink. “I was a nun in me previous life. Must be why I ‘ave so many bad ‘abits now!” She laughed loudly at her own joke.Pete began fidgeting. “If you two…” he said. “Perhaps I should…” He made a vague gesture in the direction of the doorway leading out to kitchen, bathroom and front door.“Two’s company, three’s a party,” I observed. “You should see the stunts Suzy can pull standing on her head.”Suzy drained her glass in one and nudged Pete in the ribs. “Why so twitchy, ‘an’some?” she said. “Yer not queer or nuffin’, are ya?” She turned and planted a kiss on Pete’s cheek, leaving a cherry red smudge.“No, no,” Pete said. It didn’t escape my attention that he didn’t say he was married either, though the ring would have told Suzy, even if she hadn’t known.“Nuffin’ wrong if you were,” Suzy went on. “Live and let live, I say. Me, I’ll go wiv anyone gives me a good time, male or female. Ya know what I mean?”Pete nodded. I was having a hard time reading his state of mind. He was uncomfortable with the situation; that much was obvious. But was he feeling temptation? Was he determined to remain steadfast and faithful, even after the threesome with Kim and myself? Was he just overwhelmed, or did he suspect something?“’E’s ‘ard work this one, ain’t ‘e?” Suzy said.“Pete’s great once you get to know him,” I said, making sure Suzy could see me still staring straight up her skirt. She returned the compliment, staring at my bulge.With a wicked grin, she leaned forward, stood her glass on the table, got up and walked towards the bookcase on the other side of the room. She bent over and began examining the titles. “Wuverin’ ‘Ights,” she recited. “Crime and Punishment. ‘Ow ‘bout I nick a book so as ya can punish me? Lady Chatterley’s Lover. That’s got dirty bits, innit?”In the meantime I moved across to the sofa, positioning myself at the opposite end to Pete. When Suzy was bent over, the short skirt hid nothing at all, affording us an excellent view.“Get an eyeful of that,” I said, in a pretence of sotto voce. “How many girls do you know who think nothing of putting their cunt on display like that?”“Oi! I can ‘ere ya, ya know,” Suzy exclaimed, remaining bent over as if the titles in front of her afforded endless fascination. “Fuckin’ perv!”“Said the Rent-a-Slut.”Now Suzy turned, straightening up in the process. “Chance’d be a fine ‘fing?”“How’s that?”She nodded in Pete’s direction. “Wiv Mr Party Pooper over there, a girl could go off the boil.”Pete didn’t move a muscle. Was he too polite to say anything? Was he torn? Was he fighting an inner battle? What was he?“Look, mate,” I said. “I get that you don’t want to cheat on Kim.”Pete nodded, but he was looking at Suzy in a way that intended dispassion but betrayed a greater interest.“The missus?” Suzy said. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve ‘ad plenty o’ married men.”“It’s not you I’m worried about,” Pete said.“Whatever,” Suzy said. “All I’m sayin’ is I came ‘ere for a bit o’ fun, an’ I’m gonna get it.” She gave me a wink but continued addressing Pete. “It’s no skin off me nose if ya piss off, but if ya wanna finger yer salami while ya watch – that works for me too.”Pete squirmed slightly. There was no way of telling what he was thinking. “Those links on the computer,” I said quietly, referring to the hardcore pornographic videos Kim watched by the dozen when her husband wasn’t home. The suggestion seemed to hit home. Presumably he was thinking that if his wife could watch stuff on the internet, it was alright for him to ulus escort watch a bit of live action – that’s what I hoped, at any rate.Suzy pretended like she couldn’t care less about the hidden dynamics. “So what’s yer pleasure, ‘an’some?” she said to me.“Oh, you know what I like,” I said, unzipping my flies and bringing out the part of me that had been aching for release ever since Suzy arrived. It was dicey, I thought, because if Pete wanted to up and off, I didn’t see how we could stop him short of the use of force and a stout rope. Always assuming Kim didn’t intervene, of course.“Fought so,” Suzy said. “Blokes is so predictable. Ya offer ‘em anyfin’, an’ it’s always a blow-job they want.” She giggled as she rounded the table. “Lucky fer ya me extra special friends call me Cocksuckin’ Suze.”She winked at me, before getting down on all fours. A quick crawl round the table, past Pete, and Suzy was suddenly wriggling her tongue all over my throbbing erection. She was sideways on, rather than directly in front of me. I understood what she was doing. While Pete had a grand view of Suzy licking her way round my shaft and the head, he could just as easily see her labia through the transparent knickers, where Suzy’s skirt had ridden halfway up her buttocks.I purposely refused to look at Pete, toying with Suzy’s hair with both hands. “Oh yeah!” I exclaimed. “You’ve got real talent, Suze.”Suzy giggled. “An’ I ain’t even got down to suckin’ proper.” Then she plunged her lips over me, making a great show of how much she enjoyed it, humming and slurping and working her mouth with exaggerated movements.Temptation proved too much. I kept my eye on Suzy, but was very well aware of Pete unzipping. There was more mouth action, Suzy sliding greedy lips up and over, kissing the bulb, sweeping her tongue over it, then going back down on me. Though it was obvious to both of us that Pete was wanking, neither of us looked at him. At least not at first. Not until Suzy turned her head and said, “Sure ya don’t want Cocksuckin’ Suze to give you a treat? That’s a tasty bit o’ meat ya got there!” There was a pause. “No? ‘Ave it your way?”She returned her attention to my cock, but something was clearly stirring in Pete. Suddenly he slid down behind Suzy. Now I looked at him. There was doubt in his eyes, but that didn’t stop him from reaching out and sliding a hand across Suzy’s gauze-covered buttocks. “Whatever you fancy,” I told him. “What happens here stays between the three of us, eh, Suze?”“Ya betcha!” Suzy exclaimed.I thought of Kim, who was no doubt watching, since Pete had his back to the doorway. I wondered what she was making of all this.Suzy began slurping again. Pete grabbed his dick and slid it across the thin fabric.“Go on,” I urged him. “If I’m any judge of Suzy, she can’t wait to feel your cock up her!”Suzy lifted her head. “Ya do know me well, doncha?” She turned her head. “Go on then, ‘an’some. Ya can feel ‘ow wet I am. Stick it up me!”Pete pulled the crotch of her panties to one side in slow motion. He was still looking doubtful as he pushed his cock up against Suzy’s labia.“Fuckin’ dick me!” Suzy told him. “Shove it up me!”I grinned at Pete, watching as he began to move. Suzy gave a little moan as he penetrated her. “I reckon Suzy missed her true calling,” I said. “Who needs a whore when Suze’ll offer you a hole any time you want one?”“Bloomin’ cheek!” Suzy said.And then I was taken completely by surprise. “Just shut up!” Pete told Suze, slapping her arse. He began thrusting harder. “If you want to behave like a whore, you’ll fucking take it like a whore!”“’Ere!” Suzy cried. “Show some respect! I may like a good shag, but I’ll ‘ave you know I’ve got a PhD in comp-ar-a-tive religion.”Pete stopped dead in mid thrust. “What?” he said. You could practically see the cogs working overdrive in his head.“You ‘eard me,” Suzy said. “I may be a bit of a nympho, but I ain’t no ‘ore! I’m not sure I like ya anymore. Ya can call me Doctor Suzy in future.”Again I thought of Kim, what she might be making of all this.“A PhD?” Pete said, withdrawing from Suzy.“Yeah. What’s yer problem? Now get yer cock back in me. I may not like ya very much, but ya might as well finish what ya started.”Pete slapped his cock against Suzy’s arse. “You lying cunt!” he shouted. Now this was a turn up for the book.Suzy was up on her feet, facing Pete in no time. “The fuck I am!” She shouted back. “Give me yer e-mail an’ I’ll send ya a copy of me latest article ‘bout eschatological cross-currents from the reign of Charlemagne to the Reformation.”If Pete had had his wits about him, he would have realised that a mouthful like that was beyond the girl passing herself off as Suzy the Floozy, but not the woman who was highly respected, albeit in a very narrow field, to the people who knew her professionally as the most original mind to emerge in the last 20 years. “You want me to believe that a tart like…”“Shut yer maaf,” Suzy said, emphasizing every word.“You think I’m going yenimahalle escort bayan to be told what to do by a bubblegum-brained bimbo who probably sees more traffic between her thighs than a service station on the M25 does?”As insults go, for someone who hardly ever uttered one, this was a good one.I got up to join them, placing a hand on my best friend’s shoulder. “Simmer down, Pete,” I told him. “It’s just Suzy’s little joke. It’s not as if she knifed you in the balls, is it?”“I’m sorry,” Pete said, though it wasn’t clear to whom. “This was a mistake. I’d best be going. You two have fun.” The anger seemed to have evaporated just as swiftly as it had flared up.“Is it coz yer married?” Suzy asked, fixing her eyes on Pete’s wedding ring. Without waiting for an answer, she went on, “Coz like I said, it’s no skin off my nose. ‘Ad plenty of married blokes. Bumped into one or two when they were out wiv the missus, but I know ‘ow to keep a secret.”Pete swallowed. “It wouldn’t be right,” he said.I was beginning to wonder if Pete had blanked the other evening out altogether, when right and wrong hardly seemed an issue. Me shoving his wife’s face down on his cock; her sitting astride him, letting me stuff her arse at the same time, then screaming at me to cum on her face. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why Pete always seemed to pretend things had never happened.I shrugged. “Well it’s your loss,” I told him. “But Suzy’s the soul of discretion. All she wants is a good shag.”Suzy smiled and thrust her bosom at Pete. “And I am a good shag,” she said. She put a finger up to his face, drawing her fingertip horizontally across his lips. “I’ll be yer fuck bunny, yer sex doll, yer fuckin’ Swiss cheese. Anyfin’ ya ever wanted to do, I’m ya girl.”“You’ll never meet a slut like Suzy again this side of a grand,” I said softly. “I’ll let you have her arse.”“’Ere!” Suzy said. “Oo are you to say oo can ‘ave me arse?”“Two seconds ago you were offering me anything short of mugging you,” Pete offered helpfully.“That don’t mean ‘e can decide what ‘appens to me arse,” Suzy said, pointing at me.“Don’t be like this, Suzy,” I said.“What does it matter?” Pete said. “She waltzes in here, some two bob cunt, flaunting herself, and then… Why is she suddenly being so precious about her arse?”Now this was interesting, and an unfamiliar turn of phrase for Pete. I wondered what Kim was making of it. Actually I had a pretty good idea what she was making of it, but for now this curious triangle was what mattered.“’Ere, you callin’ me a slapper?” Suzy said.“Do you see anyone else here who fits the bill?” Pete replied.“I may be a slut,” Suzy said, sounding hurt, “but I ain’t no slapper.”“Did someone suck your brains out with industrial machinery?” Pete sneered. “Does it echo inside your head when you speak?”“That’s uncalled for, that is!” Suzy exclaimed, feigning outrage.“Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?”Suzy glared at Pete. “Ya know yer trouble, Mister? I’ve got yer number. Yer alright for a kiss an’ a cuddle wiv the missus, but when yer faced wiv a bird like me, oo knows what she wants an’ ain’t afraid to get it, ya can’t go frough wiv it, can ya?”This wasn’t exactly Kim’s theory, but it was close enough, and the provocation worked wonderfully. Pete stood there stuttering. Then he blurted out, “What, so you’re a trained psychologist now?”Even Pete, it appeared, who was so placid in most respects, was sensitive to sleights concerning his manhood. I was wondering what Kim was making of all this when Suzy said, “Go on then! Prove me wrong!”Pete had boxed himself into a corner, and he knew it. He couldn’t back down without losing his pride, and for whatever reason, he wasn’t prepared to do that. I could feel Kim’s eyes on us as Pete brought his trousers and boxers down. The set to had taken its toll, and he wasn’t exactly hard. To get the ball rolling, I reached behind Suzy. With so little skirt there, it was easy to grab her arse and give a little squeeze. “Go on Suze. Get those lips round his cock. With your skills you could give a coma patient an erection.”Suzy pouted. “I’m not sure I want to,” she said. “Not after what ‘e said about me!”Pete’s normal reflex would have been to apologise. Now he surprised me, and no doubt delighted his wife, by sneering, “What’s with all the games? First you want one thing, then you go off on a tangent. Either you want to or you don’t. And I don’t imagine a tart like you ever passes up an opportunity.”“He’s got a point, Suze,” I said, giving her an extra squeeze. “When have you ever refused a cock?”Suzy pretended to think about this. “Like, never,” she replied finally.She stepped forward and sank to her haunches. There was minute growth as she did so. I got behind Suzy and murmured in her ear. “Go on doll, work your magic, show him why they call you Cocksuckin’ Suze.”Suzy took the still far from impressive organ in her mouth while I slid a hand over her buttocks and in between her thighs. I rubbed her crotch, feeling damp heat. I had a lot of experience of her, both on my own and with other participants. By day she was as respectable as they come, but her sex life was a complete riot. I marvelled that she dared.I saw movement out the corner of my eye. Pete had his back to the doorway leading to the spare room, and I risked a glance.
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