Dirty Stories: Sassy Sirens
Erotic Tales
Published by E Z Lay at Smashwords
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2012 by E Z Lay
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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Dirty Stories: Sassy Sirens
Erotic Tales
Comprises of the following five stories:
Threesome: with the Pool Boy (and His Girlfriend!)
by Lillian Snow
Sex Tourist: The Thai Temptress
by Will Banger
Quickie: with the Horny Hitchhiker!
by Lillian Snow
Quickie: with the Busty Babysitter!
by Lillian Snow
Lesbian Lover: Rachelle
by Will Banger
Chapter One - Threesome: with the Pool Boy (and His Girlfriend!)
by Lillian Snow
Standing at the upstairs window of the master bedroom, Susan couldn't help but notice that there was a new pool boy outside, who had just arrived that morning for work.
Safely hidden behind partially closed curtains, she observed him circling the deep rectangle of crystal blue water, inspecting it. He was young, maybe eighteen or so, tall and in amazingly athletic shape.
Well, well, well, she thought. Who do we have here?
“Didn't you hear me?” Paul, her husband, said from the adjoining bathroom. He sounded quite annoyed with her. He always did.
Snapped back to reality she quickly turned away from the window. “Oh, sorry,” she said, not really meaning it. “I was just watching the news.” The television's screen was dark, so she quickly grabbed the remote from the bedside table and flicked it on. Best way to cover a lie was to at least make it believable.
“I asked if you were planning on doing anything useful with yourself, today,” he said as he emerged from the bathroom. “As opposed to the big fat nothing you normally do.” His naked form was anything but impressive; balding head, pudgy belly covered in hair, pale skin making him look sallow and sick. His physique was a far cry from the toned one he had maintained way back when they were courting. Now she just found him repulsive. She turned back to the television, while trying not to make it look too obvious.
When she didn't answer immediately he glared at her. “Well? Where did you plan on spending more of my money? Maybe in the company of one of your other gold digging friends?”
She made an effort not to get angry. Fighting with him was useless as he could be completely unreasonable to the point of being childish. Instead, she looked him in the eyes and said, “Since it was your idea that I quit my job to begin with, and spend more time at home serving your needs, the least I could do is find some way I could enjoy myself.”
Like with the pool boy, she thought to herself. She made an effort not to glance back outside. At least not while her husband was in the room.
Paul snorted, and went to the closet to get dressed. “Whatever,” he said. “I'm beginning to not care what you do anymore as it only seems to revolve around draining my bank account.” He glowered at her. “You certainly aren't draining anything else.”
She shivered. Going down on her husband was the furthest thing from pleasurable in her mind. He had lost that privilege years ago.
But Susan knew that her spending habits were not the real issue, here. Last night she refused to make love to him, as she had done each night now, for several weeks. His lack of respect for her, coupled with his ugly physique, made him less desirous than ever before.
She made a point of shooting a look directly at his shrivelled penis, and said, ”I'm beginning to find that your money is the only thing worth spending time on.” She immediately regretted snapping at him but felt she had to defend herself, at least a little.
He scowled, but said nothing. He turned to the closet and busied himself with finishing getting dressed. Their pointless fighting had grown more frequent over the years. Neither one getting the upper hand on the other. It was starting to wear them both down.
There could only be one inevitable outcome to this slow spiral they found themselves in. Perhaps, since things could not be salvaged, and coupled with the fact that neither really wanted to do anything to heal the damage, she should think about doing things only for herself now.
For her own pleasure, specifically.
She found herself stealing a glimpse outside the window, again. The pool boy was squatting down next to the edge of the pool, fishing out some dead leaves with his hands. Her eyes widened. From this position she was able to see up his shorts. One hairless testicle had slipped free of its confines to dangled downward; revealing itself only to her. The fact he hadn't noticed made it feel all the more exciting.
Susan unconsciously licked her lips. Oh my.
She quickly looked away as she noticed, from the corner of her eye, that Paul had finished dressing, and had walked over to where his jacket hung from the back of the bedroom's only chair.
They use to make love in that chair, she thought sullenly. Mad and passionate love. But that seemed only a muted memory, one experienced by someone else. She couldn't even bare to think of such a thing with her husband now. He had become more of a roommate, than a lover. And a temperamental roommate at that.
Slipping on his suit jacket he said, “I don't know what I've done to you to turn you into such a cold bitch. But I'm starting to get tired of it.”
He had done it entirely to himself, she thought. He treated her poorly, and even went out of his way to ignore her. His belittling comments had now become a part of their every day conversation. Still, she had heard all of this before and found that now, more than ever, she had stopped caring at what those words might mean.
“You are not the only one who's getting tired of the way things are,” she said. “Maybe our lives need to be spiced up a little. Without the other souring the mood.”
Suddenly, she envisioned herself looking up at the pool boy, that dangling testicle fully in her suckling mouth. She shuddered.
Paul frowned at her, and pulled on his jacket. His face had turned red. “Spice things up a little? What the hell does that mean?”
She tried to make an effort to only stare at the TV. She didn't respond. Let him sweat a little.
“Fine,” he said, when she didn't explain herself. He grabbed his keys and his cell phone from the top of the dresser (they had made love on that, too) and headed for the bedroom door. Before leaving, he stopped and looked at her. “You know what? I don't care. Do what you want. I think I'm going to stay late at work tonight. We have a new secretary now and she is very cute.”
Susan was surprised to find herself getting angry at this. She glared at him but said nothing. No need to stoke the fires further.
He grinned at her reaction. “That's right,” he said. “Hot, and curvy in all the right places. And I can guarantee she would appreciate me a lot more than you have.” Convinced he had scored an emotional punch he turned away and left.
She suppressed the urge to run after him. She wanted to scream, throw things at him, shattering glass. But she didn't. Making a tremendous effort to control herself, staring at the TV, not hearing what the newscasters were chattering on about. Only when he heard Paul slammed the car door and drive away did she find she had been holding her breath.
She gasped. What a bastard. Why had she bothered to marry someone like that? Maybe there was something to what he had said. His money had become the only thing about him she was interested in now. But it certainly didn't start that way. They had been drifting apart for years, despite her best efforts to counter the erosion of their relationship.
Not once had she been unfaithful to him. Although, there had been many temptations and opportunities. She was sexy after all. She had been told so, on many occasions, and not by her husband.
And now he practically threatened her with infidelity? Well, then, she thought. If he started it, maybe I should take him up on that offer.
She stood at the window, again. The pool boy was unravelling a hose, only half paying attention to what he was doing. He was wearing sunglasses, which gave him an almost rock star look. His mind was obviously elsewhere. Was he thinking of his girlfriend, perhaps? Did he have a girlfriend? Strangely, Susan felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought.
She was wearing her robe, and it was partially open. Without thinking of it, her hand had drifted down the exposed part of her supple body. Her fingers touched her pussy. She was surprised to find she was wet down there. Very wet.
Well, she thought. That definitely wasn't because of her husband.
She started rubbing herself, slowly, allowing her fingers to splay her pussy lips. One finger deftly rubbed at her clit. Using her other hand, she cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it and occasionally pinching its nipple.
She opened her eyes, and gasped. Down below the pool boy was looking up at her, the coil of hose now forgotten. Despite the fact the sunglasses masked his eyes, she knew he had been watching her.
And still was watching her.
Suddenly, realizing he had just been caught, he looked away, and quickly turned and disappeared into the pool's generator's shack.
Susan found herself intensely aroused by the young man's reaction. Still, she had enough composure to close her robe and tie it up. The smell of her exploratory fingers were exquisite, and she touched them on her tongue. Enticed, she sucked on them. She loved the way she tasted.
Sucking on them helped her reach a decision. If Paul wanted her to do something useful with her day, then she would do exactly that!
Feeling giddy, she put on her slippers and went downstairs. Their house was quite literally a mansion. Many rooms packed with things they never really used. It really was just empty of any life, too large for just two people.
The house was a perfect analogy for their marriage. Empty and pointless.
She padded into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. It was packed full of food, most of which would go to waste. She found what she was looking for, a bottle of champagne. She then grabbed a pair of wine glasses, which clinked as she walked, and she went outside, through the sliding glass door in the adjoining dining room.
The air was hot on her skin, and she suspected that not all the heat she felt wasn't all because of the sun.
The pool boy had not yet emerged from the generator shack, no doubt mortified he could be in trouble.
Poor thing, she thought. I better do something to fix that right away.
As she approached the shack's door, the pool boy suddenly emerged. He looked surprised to see her, and maybe a little flush.
“Oh, hello,” she said with the biggest smile she could manage. Since Paul had paid for her teeth to be so pearly white she may as well put them to good use.
“Hi,” he said, a little sheepishly. Was he shy, or just a little startled to find the masturbating woman suddenly outside in front of him?
It was then that she noticed the sagging bulge in the front of his shorts.
Well now, she thought. What could explain that? Had he been masturbating, too? Maybe they had something in common.
She was secretly thrilled at the prospect he had been satisfying himself in the privacy of the shack. Because of her.
“I saw you working, and thought I'd come out and see how things were going. You're new, aren't you?”
He managed a small smile, and said, “Uh, yeah,” he stammered. He towered over her, she pegged him at six foot two at least. Much taller than Paul, who was about the same height as herself. She had always found taller men very appealing. Now she could see why.
He continued, “Yeah, I'm new, but know what I'm suppose to do. I've done this before.”
She smiled at this. She did hope he knew what he was doing. Although, the prospect of him being inexperienced also had an allure. What she really wanted to do was find out first hand which it was!
“I'm Susan.”
“I'm Mike.”
Mmmm. Mike.
“I brought us something to drink,” she said. “I hope you're thirsty.” Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his shorts. It hadn't changed, but it hadn't gone away, either.
Whether he noticed or not, she couldn't tell. He said, “No. That's okay. I wouldn't want to bother you.” His voice was deep, even commanding, although he seemed to lack the confidence that comes with age.
“That's alright,” she said and held out the champagne bottle. He hesitated, either with the fact he was about to have a drink with his employer's wife, or that fact that she was actually offering him alcohol first thing in the morning.
She wiggled it at him encouragingly. He took it. He frowned boyishly at the cap and its metal cage work.
“Just twist it,” she offered.
He did so, and she watched the muscles in his arms move with the effort. He was very athletic, she decided. Once the cap had been worked out as far as it would go, he braced the bottom of the bottle against his stomach. The movement pulled up the front of his shirt, and his abs showed prominently.
Susan found herself drooling.
With the bottle braced, and abs at the ready, he used both thumbs to push at the cork. It slowly started to give way.
Susan then said, “I saw you watching me as I played with my pussy.”
He gasped, and the cap suddenly launched with a loud pop! Bubbly froth shot out of the bottle in an arch, and Mike held it away from himself.
Susan felt a sudden impulse, and acted on it. As the frothy arch subsided, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed the neck of the bottle and stuck the end of it in her mouth.
She gulped loudly, as the bubbles hit against the back of her throat. She looked up at him as she drank. His face was locked onto hers, his mouth open in obvious shock.
When she couldn't handle any more, she pulled the bottle out, somehow coughing and laughing at the same time. Much of the champagne had dribbled on her robe and she wiped at it girlishly. “Oh look what I've done,” she said. “Can't walk around all wet now, can I?” And with that she slowly untied her robe and let it fall to the ground. The sun felt wonderful on her skin but not nearly as good as how Mike's eyes felt.
She stood before him for a few moments posing seductively. She felt incredibly sexy, like a Greek goddess.
Mike stood dumbfounded still gripping the bottle with both hands. This was not what he expected when he woke up for work this morning. Not wanting him to run away she stepped lightly forward and cupped his hands, which were gripping the bottle, and slowly began to lick champagne from its neck. As she worked at she made sure to look at Mike alluringly.
“Whoa,” he said.
She paused with the licking and sucked at the lip of the bottle looking at him with a questioning arched her brow. “Whoa, as in you want me to stop?”
When he didn't respond right away she noticed a movement, and her eyes dropped down. He was fumbling a hand in his shorts, but his erection had caught on the fabric and he couldn't get out.
Careful not to laugh at him, she smiled and placed a restraining hand on the front of the shorts while she took the bottle, and gently placed it on the ground. Then she took his free hand and guided him back a few steps so she could kneel on the robe and not have her knees on the concrete. Thanks to many years of practice she knew how to get an excited man's pants off without causing any damage. When they were all the way off he stepped out of them by placing his hand on her head for balance. This manly touch excited her, and she cast the shorts aside.
He was fully erect, with only a small pronouncement of hair above it. The rest of the skin on his groin was amazingly hairless. She approved of his grooming, and showed him.
Unable to contain herself further she gripped the base of the shaft leaned forward and put his swollen prick in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around around him enjoying the taste of his hot flesh. She made sure that she got as much of his dick got wet. Then she sucked. With her free hand she massaged his balls.