The Susan Chronicles - Volume 1

Ron and Susan are an open marriage couple. They have been for years. They both have stories of their own. They love to play naughty little games and getting caught is part of the fun. This particular series focuses on Susan. Eventually, you may get to read about some of Ron's shenanigans in another series. We'll see.

It's been s few weeks now since Susan and Timothy began their affair. Now when we say affair, we mean sex, passion, affection, playfulness, etc.. But it was not a love affair. This was a friends with benefits thing. Plain and simple. Susan loves her husband and has amazing sex with him, so the fun and games she's been having with Timothy is not a replacement thing. It's just fun and desire. So for readers that think she is compensating for something and that Ron is a cuck, well you just couldn't be more wrong. That said, let's recap a little on what has happened in the last three stories. In the first story, sex didn't happen, but the groundwork for it was laid. Timothy was just learning about sex and had attempted to rape Susan, having read that all mom's secretly wanted that. In that story, something was awakened in Susan and she found that she did want it, just not forcefully or brutal. She also learned that she was incredibly turned on by the idea of having sex with their teen aged summer house guest, as wrong as it was. You see, Timothy is their son's friend and just the thought of getting caught by her son was horrifying. Fast forward to the second story, a week later. This time Timothy did sleep rape Susan, or so he had thought. She had pretended to be asleep while he took advantage of her, but she had not been asleep at all. She was fully aware and willing, but the illusion of being asleep gave her the excuse she needed to let it happen without openly encouraging Timothy. After both of these events, Susan had fucked the hell out of her husband, Ron, when he got home those evenings. Ron knew something was up. He always knew when things happened, but had not pinpointed just what yet. On the third story, Susan was all in and Timothy knew it. She taught him things that he needed to know in order to have a successful sex life for years to come. That night, her husband, Ron, had gotten more then he's bargained for when she fucked him again while she was still full of cum from someone else. He knew she was getting fucked for sure by then, but not by who. Like always, he was incredibly turned on it. Let's get on to story number four.

It had been a few weeks now. Susan and Timothy were fucking every Wednesday and usually a couple of times per day. Susan had gotten the timing down to the point that every Wednesday night when Ron got home, she would be soaked and would share her freshly fucked pussy with Ron. She knew that Ron knew what she was doing, but not who she was doing. She couldn't risk anyone finding that out. She also knew it drove him wild, so after she got it a couple of times by Timothy, she would get it again later by Ron. Sometimes twice by him too. It had been about six weeks since this whole thing had started and they had about two weeks to go before Timothy had to return home to Seattle for school. The arrangement had just received a serious kink though. You see, Ron had always worked late on Wednesdays, but his schedule changed and he now got up early for work and arrived home early. Like by 3:30pm. That screwed up the whole thing. Timothy and Susan knew they needed to make other plans for the next two weeks. They got a big break when Susan and Ron's son Randall had an opportunity to go out of the country for two weeks on short notice to a soccer tournament. He wouldn't be back until after Timothy had returned home for school and taking Timothy home early was mot a realistic option. Timothy and Randall had arranged a small vanilla party at home with some friends before Randall's departure. Vanilla meaning no alcohol and chaperoned by Susan and Ron. They kids were eighteen and nineteen, but still teenagers after all. During the party Susan was aware that all of the boys kept stealing glances at her. She knew she was a MILF, plain and simple and had gotten used to it by now. Randall had gotten used to it too and couldn't be more proud of his hot mom, as long as the other boys didn't get too crude. He did have a limit on what he would allow them to say. Ron of course was thrilled by it. To be honest, Susan was always amused when the young girls would get friendsy with Ron too. Yeah, that does happen. Susan realized that she was getting quite a bit of extra attention from one of Timothy's friends. His name was Jake, he was about six foot four inches and a bit stocky. "Probably a former school linebacker or something," she thought. It turns out that he wasn't actually one of Randall's friends and had gone to a different school altogether. It seemed he was there at Timothy's invite. "Hmmm," Susan thought, "he could be interesting. Jake. I'll need to remember that."

Well the party was over fairly early and everyone was saying their goodbyes. One of the last ones out was Jake. Susan and Timothy saw him to the door. Randall and Ron were elsewhere in the house chatting up the last couple of girls.

"It was nice finally meeting you Susan," he said. "It seems like I've known your family for awhile." She couldn't help but notice the way he boldly looked her in the eye when he talked to her. Maybe a little too boldly.

"Finally? Has someone been talking about me?" Susan asked. Though it was directed at Timothy, she continued to talk to Jake. "Hmm," she continued, "I'm glad we could meet too. It's a shame that Timothy is leaving in a couple of weeks. We likely won't see each other again, at least for awhile, but you are always welcome here," she said as she gave him a little hug. She closed the door behind him and gave Timothy a penetrating look. "You told him!" she whispered. "What did he mean by FINALLY you little fucker! It's a damned good thing he's not one of Randall's friends!"

Timothy knew that look. He was busted. Jake is the one he had been talking on the phone to that day Susan had walked in on him. Timothy was too embarrassed to make eye contact and lowered his gaze as she walked away towards the kitchen. "Fuck!" He thought to himself.

The next day they saw Randall to the soccer team staging station where they would van pool to the airport and head out for a couple of weeks.

"Okay, Randall is gone for a couple of weeks, but Ron is home early these days. How am I going to arrange my Wednesday fun?" Susan thought as they drove home. "I'll have to wing it," she thought," and take the chance when I can get it." She thought that maybe it was all over, but she wasn't quite ready to call it quits.

Later that night they went to bed early. They had made that a habit, now that Ron worked early in the mornings. Susan teased Ron a bit about chatting up the girls at the going away party and told him about two of them that would jump at the chance to get with him. After some teasing and fantasizing, they fucked briefly and then Ron started falling asleep. He was used to the new schedule, but Susan wasn't and she lay there awake. She decided to read for a bit. When Ron started breathing deeply she knew he was sound asleep. About then the thought crossed her mind. "I wonder if I can sneak downstairs for a bit and give Timothy a quickie?"

After laying there just a bit longer, she slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Ron. He wasn't a deep sleeper, but not a light sleeper either. One out of place click would usually pop his eyes open. The normal sounds would not faze him. She should be able to pull this off if she was quiet. She slipped on her short robe. The sexy one that Ron liked and slipped out the bedroom door. She didn't close it tight as she didn't want the click to wake Ron, but Ron's eyes fluttered open as she was slipping out. "I wonder what shes doing this time of night?" he thought glancing at the clock, but sleep took him back right away before he could give it any thought.

Susan gently tapped on Timothy's door. The light in there was on so she was sure he was awake. "Come in," he said, "Oh. Hi. What's up?"

"I think you know what's up," she said.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he exclaimed. "Ron's home and you're going to get us killed!"

"He's sound asleep," she said, "and he won't wake up until the alarm goes off." She was pretty sure that it was an accurate statement. Ron usually didn't usually get up to pee until morning.

She walked over to sit on the edge of the bed and he leaned in for some kissing and petting. He had learned a lot by now and she had molded him into a pretty good lover. After some serious foreplay that included some sucking and licking, Timothy pushed her back onto the bed and slipped between her thighs. As he pushed into her she asked him, "I need to know one thing. Does Jake really know?"

Timothy about had a heart attack. His face turned red and his cock started going soft.

"It's okay," She said. "It's okay. I just want to know, that's all. He's not one of Randall's normal friends, so I'm not going to castrate you."

"Holy shit!" Timothy thought. "She knows! And it's okay!"

"Well?" she asked.

"Yes." he answered. "He knows, I'm sorry. You're perfect and I had to tell someone."

"That's sweet of you to say, but you can't just go around telling people. You'll get us in big trouble."

"Jake won't tell." He said.

"Good," Susan said. "I bet you already have him wanting to fuck me too. Well the answer is no! Before you even ask! This is between you and me, and we only have a couple of weeks left."

"Okay, but everyone wants to fuck you Susan," he said, "I'm just the lucky one that gets to."

With that Susan pushed him aside, got on her knees and went to work getting him hard again. It didn't take long. She moved over, still on her knees and he was on her like a dog and quicker. He was worked up pretty good and started pounding away hard and fast.

"Yes!" She gasped, "Yes!"

Emboldened by the fact that she knew that his friend knew, and knew that his friend wanted to fuck her, he started fantasizing about how he might be able to make it happen.

Empowered knowing that other kids wanted to fuck her too, Susan fantasized as well. Neither knew the other's fantasies, but both got off in a big way thinking about their own. She liked it from behind from Timothy. She didn't do it this way often with Ron, but each guy has his own way of hitting the spot. This was Timothy's way. Well, one of his ways anyway. He came before she did this time and blew a pretty heavy load as deep as he could get it. When he was finished, he rolled aside. She had loved the fucking, but hadn't cum all the way this time. Sometimes that happens with women, but she didn't mind. What she got was still very good so she was content with letting him think he'd gotten the job done.

Susan put her robe back on and kissed Timothy on the cheek. "Goodnight lover boy," she said and walked out of the room without even tying her robe. She was dripping and didn't care. She did try to squeeze her pussy closed a bit to keep some in, but a good amount still went down her legs. She made her way upstairs, crept quietly into the room and crawled into bed beside Ron, trying not to wake him. He had already woken up though when she came in the door, but kept his eyes squinted closed a bit pretending to still be asleep. To be fair, he was barely awake anyway. As she came into the room he saw her framed by the doorway and saw the clock on the dresser next to her and thought, "What the fuck? She's been down there over an hour and she comes back in with her robe wide open and nothing on under it?"

After she climbed in, he rolled over to snuggle her. She loved it when he did that. They were serious snuggle buddies. As she turned on her side, back facing him to accept the snuggle, he slid his hand between her thighs and found some serious amounts of cum on her legs.

"Jesus!" He thought, "She's soaked!" He pretended not to notice but was thinking, "Did she go out to meet someone or did she let someone in?" He would never have considered that she was fucking their house guest, Timothy. He was too tired to think about it for long and dozed back off fantasizing about the probabilities.

Susan on the other hand had no idea that he had awoken and saw her enter the room. She had no idea that he knew she had slipped off for a fuck. She did know that if he had been awake, there was no way he wouldn't notice how full of cum she was.

The next day was a work day for Susan too. They got up, got dressed, had a bagel and said their goodbyes for the morning.

Before they parted ways, Ron asked, "Sleep well?"

"Very well," she answered. "Did you?"

"Yep," he answered back. I had a wonderful dream about my hot wife coming to bed late with a soaking wet pussy. Too bad it was just a dream."

"Damn!" she thought. "Was he awake? Is he messing with me?"

Thinking quick she responded with, "Maybe I'll have to make your dreams come true sometime. Gotta go. See you this afternoon." And out the door to the garage she went.

"I have a game plan now," Susan thought as she drove to work. All I have to do is wait until Ron is asleep, and with Randall out of town I don't have to wait until Wednesday anymore. But I need to be more careful."

That evening rolled around and they all sat back to watch a movie and eat on the sofa. Nothing out of the ordinary. Ron noticed at one point that Timothy was glancing at Susan quite a bit, but he also knew that all of the boys that came over checked her out, a lot. He was quite proud of that. "Is Timothy sporting a boner?" he thought at one point. "Hmm," he thought, "I guess he is at that age. He'd better find a girl soon."

Later that evening everyone turned in for bed. Susan gave Ron a blow job and laid back waiting for him to go to sleep. She knew that most men go comatose shortly after a good BJ and Ron was no different. She waited for him to doze off and slipped out of bed, grabbed her nightie and slipped it on. This time she left the robe behind. See through pink panties and a sheer, light blue nightie that she tied closed. Ron pretended sleep and watched her go out the door, again leaving it cracked a little. He heard her going down the stairs as a couple of them creaked just a little. He knew she was near the bottom of the stairs and he quietly jumped up, went to the door, slipped out and down the short hallway. He got to the top of the stairs in time to see her heading around the corner from the living room to and kitchen and family area. He waited a couple of minutes before sneaking down to make sure she didn't come right back. As he waited, he heard another door in the house open, then close. "WTF" he thought. "Was that the kids' room door? And did she go in? Or is she still in the family area? Maybe Timothy came out for a second? If he did, he just saw her almost naked! Jesus! Did Timothy just see her tits? That's all he needs at his age. Now he'll be telling everyone he saw her and he'll probably make up stories to go with it!"

Ron waited a bit longer, sure that Susan would return, but she didn't. He started sneaking down the stairs. When he got to the bottom, he heard noises from the other end of the house. It sounded like a couple of kids wrestling or roughhousing. "NO!" he thought. "Susan is NOT fucking Timothy! Is she?"

He peeked around the corner into the kitchen and family area and there was no sight of Susan. There was only one place she could be at this point. As he crept closer and closer to the bedroom door, he began to hear what was going on more clearly and there was no longer any doubt in his mind. Susan was getting' it with Timothy.

He sneaked right up to the door and listened.

"Yes," he heard Susan say, "just like that! Oh god!"

Ron was having trouble keeping his hands away from the door. Should he barge in and put an end to this? Should he walk away and just let it go? Timothy would be gone in a week or so. It wasn't that she was getting it on with someone since they both had permission to play and both did. It was who she was doing that made the difference. After some internal struggling, Ron decided to quietly open the door a little. He turned the kitchen night light off so that he would be in the dark. It would be harder to see him that way. Then he turned the door handle and silently opened the door just a crack. Fortunately this particular door was oiled and worked perfectly and silently.

There it was. Timothy was going down on Susan. There were two beds in the room. One for Randall and one for Timothy. This bed was positioned so that the head board was away from the door and it was also furthest from the door. The perfect angle to watch this without being seen. Timothy's back was to the door a bit and Susan was facing the ceiling with her legs spread wide. If she really tried, she could likely see that the door was cracked, but she wasn't looking for that. She was the one that had closed it after all and no one had heard it open.

This went on for about five minutes with Timothy lapping up Susan's pussy juices. She could get quite wet when turned on, Ron knew, and it appeared that she was turned on as hell. He knew she could cum this way if it was done right, and apparently it was because she started cumming hard right in front of his eyes.

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!" Susan moaned loudly. It was a long and crushing orgasm. It was always a pleasure for Ron when he watched her cum and it had been a long time since he had watched someone else make her cum. They had played together with others a little, but really didn't consider themselves swingers. They were more opportunists than planners. Usually.

He watched as Timothy moved up between his wife's legs. He noticed that Timothy had a rock hard youthful cock that looked to be about two inches longer than him and just as thick. It wasn't that much bigger, but Ron had a huge imagination and that made up for it. Skinny youthful kids always look like their cock is big since there is no body fat at the base hiding part of the shaft. As men age, fill out and get some old dude mass, the penis looks a little smaller than it really is. In reality, Timothy's large cock was likely only an inch longer at the most. Likely less. But the illusion of this huge cock getting ready to penetrate his wife had Ron horny as hell. He hadn't even realized that he had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. Ron hadn't dressed before coming downstairs and was wearing a pair of tightly whitey boxer briefs. That was it.

As Timothy penetrated Susan, Ron almost came. He stopped stroking and squeezed the tip of his penis to prevent orgasm. It worked and he just held his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other.

As Timothy entered Susan she gasped, "Yes! God I love your cock!"

That of course send a pang of worry through Ron. "Does she like fucking him more than me?" he thought. It didn't matter though. His wife turned him on like no one else could, but he had never been this turned on, ever.

Timothy stroked slowly at first. Long slow thrusts. Ron had the angle and could see Timothy's cock pull almost all the way out, then slowly go all the way back in. All the way! This went on for a minute or so and then Timothy began picking up speed. Just a little at a time.

"Oh God!" Susan exclaimed again. "I love the way you fuck me!"

Timothy took it right on queue and started fucking her even harder. Still going all the way out and all the way in. This was not a grind. This was a fuck!

"This kid is a lover!" Ron thought as he watched his wife enjoying every second and every inch of it. "I wonder where he learned to do that at his age?" "Wait! Has Susan been fucking him all summer?" "OMG it's him! That's why she's been so horny all the time. She's had every Wednesday with him for months now!" Ron started stroking himself again, completely turned on by his wife's antics and his fantasies were beginning to fly.