Wicked Game: Part 4

Chapter 10

Suzanne cuddled with Alan in his bed as the two of them recovered from their recent orgasms. She was mildly annoyed by the fact that she'd missed out on another chance for vaginal sex, but the great orgasm that she'd had with both Plummer children took away most of the sting.

Alan had a very serious look on his face and it seemed that he was struggling to put his thoughts in order. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized that they weren't facing such a time crunch after all. It would still be a while before the evening poker game with Brenda, unless she arrived ahead of schedule. The interval before the game finally gave him a chance to discuss his many recent problems with Suzanne, but he didn't know where to begin.

Suzanne beat him to the punch. She said tenderly, "Sweetie, I do feel your pain. Really. I know what you're thinking. On the one hand, it seems like you're living a fantastic, non-stop wet dream and you can't get enough. You walk through life as if in a fantasy world, wondering what your classmates would think if they only knew a fraction of what you're going through."

He nodded, then kept nodding in total agreement. He thought, Such as the fact that I'm talking to my impossibly-gorgeous Aunt Suzy while she lies naked next to me, with my cum painted all over her face! That's a pretty great fantasy, right there. But here we are, for real!

She continued, "But, on the other hand, you feel like you're being torn apart as a dozen pairs of female hands pull at you from different directions. And you're constantly pushing your body's sexual limits and wondering how long you'll last before you collapse completely. But you don't want it to ever end, even when your penis is on fire. You're afraid something will break the magical spell and your life will return to how it was, so you have to enjoy it all while you can. These are the things you were thinking about just before I came in."

"Exactly. It's like you're reading my mind. How do you know me so well?"

She smiled comfortingly, while she continued to occasionally collect and eat some of the cum that was still on her face. "Your Aunt Suzy is a very smart cookie, and don't you forget it! As you know, I'm already working on fixing things behind the scenes for you. Think of me as your guardian angel. I'm going to make sure that everything in your life goes perfectly."

They hugged. He was careful not to smear her cummy face.

"But how did you know I was thinking about some of those very things when you came in?"

She pulled back a bit, sat up, and struck a sexy pose with a hand brushing her hair behind her head. She wasn't even trying to arouse him; she just tended to do that sort of thing from habit. "Because you looked like you were deep in thought, and if I was in your shoes that's the kind of stuff I'd be thinking about all the time."

He nodded. "Can we talk about Brenda then?"

She stared at him intently. "Sweetie, let's face facts. Your lot in life is to fuck lots of beautiful women, including Brenda!"

"Are you sure?"

Suzanne smiled knowingly, purring sexily, "Yes. You need to make your peace with this, Sweetie, because it's the truth. You're going to be doing a LOT of fucking beautiful women from now on, partly because you're lucky enough to know the unusually attractive and horny ladies who just so happen to hang around this house, but also because you're so good at it. Success breeds success, and now everyone wants you. The magic spell is never going to be broken. Even if you try to screw up somehow, I won't let it happen."

His heart skipped a beat and he held his breath, because he was so in awe at her words. He usually tried not to think of the future, for fear that he'd jinx it, so to hear her definitively state things like that literally took his breath away.

She concluded, "My advice is to simply give in. Don't think, and don't fight it. Just sit back and enjoy this opportunity the fates have thrown your way. Enjoy it to the complete fullest, definitely including Brenda. Make her your sex pet, however you choose to define that. Here's a hint: simply OWN her and FUCK her, at will, whenever and however you want, without apology or regrets!"

"Whoa!"

"The world is your oyster! Surrender totally to the moment and revel in your good fortune. Let me worry about and handle whatever problems come up. Me, and Susan, and Angel, and Amy, and all your other loved ones, we've got your back covered to make sure everything works out. We all want nothing more than to make sure this works, because we all benefit."

She swept more of his cum into her mouth and then grinned impishly.

Alan thought about her advice briefly, saying, "Thanks. I love you so much, and I appreciate all your help."

Her facial expression didn't change much, but her heart started to pound wildly. It did that almost every time when he told her that he loved her.

Then he focused on a sore point that she had just brought up. "How do you know I'm good at fucking?" he complained. "It's not like you've ever let me fuck you. That just drives me utterly bonkers."

"Hey. Remember what happened at the beach the other day? It's gonna happen. We just need some time alone to see it through. I was actually going to fuck you tonight, but I couldn't get Angel to leave. Now we lost the chance. With our guests arriving shortly, we don't have time to do our first time justice. As you might imagine, I'm somewhat prone to being, shall we say ... somewhat demanding of my lovers, in bed."

She smirked, and wiped a big gob of his cum off her forehead. "I can't wait to feel my vagina soaking in THIS sweet seed after you skewer me and flood me!" She hungrily licked the cum off her finger with her exceedingly long tongue.

He groaned in lusty frustration. Although his penis remained flaccid, he was mentally aroused just the same.

"Even so, I must admit it's terribly tempting to just do it anyway. Despite your mother roaming around the house, I just can't hold off anymore. Too bad your penis is flaccid right now, or who knows what might happen?" She reached out and started to play with his penis. She wasn't trying to revive it necessarily; she just liked touching it.

"Really? Damn! Just telling me that drives me even wilder. Dang." He pounded his fist into his hand repeatedly. "Damn, that's frustrating!"

"Tell me about it. I want us to fuck just as much as you do. Maybe even more, if you can believe that. It's been a torment for me too, ever since the first handjob I gave you. But I haven't been holding off to be cruel, petty or spiteful. I'm seriously hot to trot and hard up myself right now! Unfortunately, we can't 'indulge' ourselves just yet. For one thing, your mother wouldn't be able to handle it if she catches us. She's almost there mentally, but not quite. Knock on wood. If this visit to the psychologist goes well, you'll be fucking ALL of us soon. And when I say 'soon' I mean within days, and yes, I'm including your mother in that as well!"

He stared in awe.

She smiled almost wickedly in return. "If anything, she needs to get seriously laid even more than I do! So I suppose you and I should wait a little longer. It's much better this way, in the long run. We just have to avoid screwing everything up by being too impatient. Of course, once we pass the point of no return, we'll be able to make up for lost time, and then some!"

"Knock on wood. Wow!" He reached forward and cupped the undersides of her huge breasts. "That is a big if. She's all over the map these days."

He started to fondle Suzanne's rack. Like what she was doing to his penis, it wasn't really an erotic touch, but more just happily refamiliarizing himself with some favorite body parts. He mostly caressed the sensitive undersides of her breasts, because he knew she particularly enjoyed that. "But let's change the topic. There's so much I want to discuss before we go to the poker game, especially about how I should handle Brenda this time."

Suzanne replied, "Oh yeah. You mean how you should MANhandle her, don't you?"

He groaned with lusty frustration. It didn't help that she was continuing to collect his cum from her face and eat it. "I hate to say this, since it's probably going to arouse me even more, but it must be said: let's talk about Brenda, before she actually shows up."

"Good suggestion. But first, let me start by saying that I share your concerns about some of the excessive language used around here lately. For instance, yes, I have fun yanking your chain a little bit by suggesting that Brenda should be your 'sex pet.' But I'm only half serious about that."

He exclaimed, "Half serious is still a lot of serious, when it comes to that!"

"True. But like I said earlier, you can define that however you want. Loving couples call each other 'pet' all the time. It can just be a term of endearment, like 'honey.' And yes, 'sex pet' is a little different, but if you get off on it, and she does too, then what's the harm?" She used her long tongue to snatch a cum gob off her chin and then suck it in.

"I suppose so," he grumbled.

She continued, "But one can go too far with that kind of language, and that's where I object. Recently, some of your women have been carrying on around here in a potentially debasing manner. Like your sister. You heard her suggest you should make Brenda your '****.' That concerns me."

"Me too!" he heartily nodded. "Someone finally agrees with me."

"But that's not all. Did you know that when she talks about you to me in private, she refers to you as 'master?' Does she call you that to your face?"

"She says that to you? Not to my face, she doesn't." He thought back to the dual cocksucking that Amy and Katherine had given him earlier, and other recent events. "Well, she does say that kind of stuff to me sometimes, though not really that particular word. A lot, actually, now that I think about it. She gets pretty carried away when she's aroused."

Suzanne's hand on his flaccid penis felt it start to rapidly reinflate. "Aha. The erect-o-meter says the word 'master' turns you on. Or at least the idea does. Instant 'boing' in my hand as soon as I said that."

He blushed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Why does that idea excite me?! I can't help it!"

"It's all right." She hugged him closer, pressing her massive rack against his chest even as he kept fondling her pale globes. "As long as you don't ask to piss or shit on me or something like that, I say whatever floats your boat in bed is fine. It's a pretty big boat and it needs a lot of floating." She grinned while giving his still-rebounding erection an extra hard squeeze.

He said, "Wait. I thought you were saying that some language goes too far?"

She started to subtly stroke his engorging boner as she kept talking. "Well, yes and no. We all have to work constantly on getting you erect and keeping you that way. I say anything spoken in the heat of passion is fair game, if it's just meant to help inspire and arouse. But your sister seems to be taking it to a whole different level. I was just teasing, but she seems to take it much more seriously. Just like her "fuck toy" comment earlier. Was that serious or joking? I don't know. That's what worries me; when provocative language is used out of bed, with apparently sincere meaning and intent behind it."

He nodded. "Exactly. Thanks for clarifying that. I've had muddled thinking on the subject; that's a good way to draw the line."

She pulled back a bit so he could have more room to play with her jugs. "One minor gripe I have is that even when sex talk is nothing but sex talk, some of your other lovers are trying to outdo themselves with colorful, subservient language. I don't really like that. I mean, a little bit of that is fine. I've done some of it myself, as you know. I've even teased you about calling you 'master' once or twice, though it's not something I'd regularly call you myself. But I do know that I'm wondering if maybe I'm falling behind with your affections because I'm more restrained with that kind of thing?"

"Definitely not. Aunt Suzy, I love you so much." He brought a hand down to her ass as he said that and started fondling her behind as well. "You never, ever have to think you don't attract me. God, your body is just so fucking perfect!"

Upon saying that, he ran both hands all over her, seemingly trying to touch every last inch of her to confirm just how perfect she was all over.

Suzanne's entire body tingled and she felt chills up and down her spine, especially when his hand lingered over her pussy lips and repeatedly brushed her there. Meanwhile, her hand was steadily pumping up and down his stiff pole.

He continued to talk with passionate feeling even as he fondled her relentlessly. "If you ever fail to arouse me, just say a few words in a Southern accent and I'll think about your Daisy Duke persona and my dick will be an instant Eiffel Tower. You're so endlessly arousing that you don't need to use crutch words like 'master' or '****.' God damn! Just look at these curves!" He ran his hands over her hips and up her waist and tummy.

She smiled and proudly thrust out her chest. Thank the Lord I exercise daily! I'd hate to have love handles or flabby thighs, given the growing competition. I don't regret bringing Brenda into the picture. Among other things, she's going to keep all of us on our toes.

His cock grew even harder as he fully explored Suzanne's incredible beauty with his fingers and his eyes. He ran his hands through her curly, full, reddish-brown hair and brought his face much closer to hers. There was still some of his cum on her face, but that only inspired and aroused him even more. "Every time I see your body or your face, it's so startlingly beautiful that it really does take my breath away. That's not a cliché. It's like the first time every time, minus a little of the hyperventilating and blushing. I really think these last few weeks have taken years off of my life, because I can only handle so many 'be still my beating heart' moments in a single day."

She French kissed him appreciatively while continuing to give his hard-on a steady handjob. A slight taste of his cum lingered in her mouth, but he didn't care. When they came up for air, she exclaimed, "Damn you and your compliments! You're making me seriously horny. But you know the word that turns me on the most? 'Love.' Just tell me again that you love me and I'll do anything for you!"

He stared into her eyes and spoke earnestly. "I love you, Aunt Suzy. I really do. And I already know you'd do anything for me. That's one reason I love you so much. I'd do just about anything for you too." He meant every word with the deepest sincerity. He drew her hand that wasn't holding his erection to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.

She glanced down at his boner and saw it jump in her sliding hand. With a smirk, she said, "Ah. I can see you mean you'd like to love me in more ways than one. What am I going to do with you? You're so damned lovable. You know I love you too. It's a good thing for both of us that Brenda is going to be here in a few minutes, because if she wasn't I'd have you fuck me so hard that the two of us would drill a hole down to the Earth's core through sheer thrusting power! And I feel a lot better about the language issue. I must say that even I have been getting a bit jealous when I hear Angel calling herself things like 'fuck toy.'"

Alan teased, "Hey, we agreed that term is okay as long as nobody takes it too seriously, right? The way I figure, 'fuck toy' is not an exclusive position. If you're jealous, there are additional job openings in that field."

She punched him lightly. "Don't you wish! What happened to the guy who was complaining a few minutes ago that he couldn't handle all the attention and action?"

He grinned. "YOU happened to him. Every time I think I can't handle any more, something else comes along that redoubles my arousal. I may be going to hell, but at least I'm enjoying the ride."

She grinned too, then started a twisty corkscrew motion over his hard-on. "That you are. We'll talk more later about some of your other worries. Your Aunt Suzy is going to make everything all right. Unfortunately, right now I have to get ready for the card game. Did you know this old hag uses a little bit of makeup to hide her age?"

"Do NOT call yourself an old hag! You're so beautiful that you don't need any make-up at all. I love you."

"Ah. You're just saying that. Do you really love me, or do you just love these?" She let go of his boner to raise her weighty tits with both hands.

As she squeezed her breasts towards his face, her normally confident expression was replaced with one of genuine worry. She knew that he loved her, but she worried that he loved Katherine and Susan more.

She also worried about her age. She was very aware of the fact that, at 39, she was more than two years older than Susan. She was also well aware that she was the only woman in the house who felt the need to use make-up on a regular basis. Susan had a naturally young face that made her look practically like a teenager despite her very mature and voluptuous body, but no one mistook Suzanne for a teenager anymore.

Alan's eyes bugged out at the sheer size of her twin orbs, since they looked even bigger when she held them up like that. But he quickly recovered to say, "Aunt Suzy, are you serious? I love you so much. Of course I love your incredible tits, and they help get me aroused, but you'd be beyond arousing even without any boobs at all. Your whole body is amazing. When they release the next edition of the dictionary, I expect to see your picture under the word 'sexy.' Seriously! Even if I went blind, you'd be incredibly arousing just from the sound of your sensual, scratchy voice. In any case, my love for you goes soooo far beyond your looks. I hope it's the same with me, and that you don't just think of me as some young hunk."

"Sweetie, how could you possibly think that? You're like my own son to me. But do you think you could still love this old hag in another ten or twenty years?"

"Of course I do! You're going to be extremely fuckable for many, many, many years to come, and I plan to be the one fucking you until we're all in wheelchairs. I love you for YOU, no matter what you look like! Besides, if you call yourself an 'old hag' one more time, I'm going to have to tie you up, fuck you silly, and then keep you as a sex **** in my dungeon, Mom's boundaries be damned. That'll teach you!"

Her concern passed and her confidence returned. "A-ha! The fully horny and aggressive Alan has just entered the building. Did you know that it's been one of my projects lately to get you to be more aggressive? Maybe I'm succeeding too much. You're so gentle on the surface, but I have half a feeling that before too long you actually WILL have a dungeon for all your sex slaves."

He raised both eyebrows at that. He could feel his boner throbbing with excitement at the idea, even as he dismissed it as completely impossible and morally wrong. "Hey, what about our agreement that we can only use that kind of language if we don't mean it? That's what I was trying to do."

She took his still very stiff cock in her hand and resumed stroking. "Of course I don't mean it ... that much. Maybe just a little." She winked playfully.

"UGH!" His lust skyrocketed again. He told himself that it was entirely due to her renewed handjob, but he had an image in his mind of standing over all his women in a medieval dungeon, where they were all naked except for collars and metal chains around their ankles.

Chapter 11

Trying hard not to think about that, he attempted to change the subject, "What about Brenda? We still haven't really talked about what the plan is with Brenda tonight."

She chuckled at the way he was slightly blushing. Clearly, her dungeon idea had had an effect on him, which secretly delighted her. She hadn't meant it, but saw no harm in having fun with those ideas. "Here's the deal on her. Let's review the strategy, shall we?"

"Yes, let's," he agreed eagerly.

"As you know, Brenda is coming along nicely. At your request, I haven't been doing any major scheming, aside from inviting her over when Susan was at church on Sunday. But then again, I don't have to. Your mom has gotten in the habit of talking to her on the phone every day, which leads to them both getting extremely worked up over talking about you. So everything on that front is proceeding according to plan. Don't you agree?"

"I do." He looked down at Suzanne's hands. In addition to one hand pumping up and down his shaft, her other hand had joined in to fondle his balls. "Perhaps we should keep talking about this WITHOUT the handjob? I could erupt at any time!"

She chuckled. "Nah. It's more fun this way."

He grunted and rolled his eyes, but he didn't really object. "The biggest question that I've been trying to get to is: what do you think I should do with her tonight? How should I treat her?"

"I still say you need to stick to the 'confident, cocky, aloof, and hard-to-get' approach that's been working so well. But now that she's farther along, you don't have to limit yourself to just that. Enjoy yourself more! Start off a little distant. Be sure to make the point that you're not particularly impressed with her body."

"But I am!" He grimaced, because he was starting to struggle not to cum.

"I know that, and you know that, but she doesn't need to know that. She expects ALL men to lust after her, so the smart play is to keep her off balance and eager to please YOU. Having to exert herself to draw the attention of a man she wants, rather than a man she already has eating out of the palm of her hand, or drooling on himself over her cleavage, will actually turn her on rather than turn her off. Once you have her dancing to your tune, THEN you can have fun. You know how you fondled her body all over after you measured her tits last time?"

"Yeah?"

"I hope you do a lot more of that. Make her body your personal playground! But, and this is key, don't let her play with your cock too much. Maybe even not at all for a while yet. We still want to ramp up her desire for you until her willpower and resistance shatter completely. She's not there yet. Remember, we're playing the long game here, preparing for the long haul."

He groaned. "Oh, man! That's really frustrating. I was looking forward to getting my first blowjob from her tonight. Are you sure?"

"Hey, she's YOUR sex pet. Do what you want with her. I'm just suggesting what I think will be the most effective approach. Keep in mind that we've started openly pleasuring your cock in her presence, so I'm sure we'll be doing a LOT more of that tonight. Would it be so bad if you fondle her big tits while someone else blows you?"

"Hmmm. Good point."

They both laughed at that.

She tickled his sweet spot with her fingertips. "You stay here and rest a while. I'm going to go downstairs and manipulate events so that everyone starts to take their clothes off. After all, we played poker last week, so why not play STRIP poker this week?"

His eyes opened wide. "Are you friggin' kidding me?!"

"What do you think? Of course I mean it. Once that happens, I'll call you down. Remember that I'm your guardian angel. I'm not jealous, unlike a certain person living in this house who was just in this room."

She chuckled a little at that, but continued more seriously, "Even your mom and Amy are starting to show signs of jealousy in their own subtle ways." (Suzanne herself was too, but was **** to admit it, even to herself.) "I say share and share alike. We all benefit. But remember, tonight won't be ALL fun and games for you. This is where you have to prove that you're worthy of having four or more women as your devoted lovers. Can you get us all to share and not be too jealous? You need to be very clever, very careful, and most of all, very diplomatic. Watch what you say and do! Above all, don't play favorites!" She wagged a finger at him, then brought that hand back down to his cock and balls.

"I'll try my best. Aunt Suzy, you're so great. So smart. So understanding. So beautiful. So loving." He hugged her again, making sure to squeeze her big bare melons quite firmly. Again he avoided smearing her cummy face.

"Don't feel like you have to stop with the so's," she half-kidded. She looked down at her two hands still working his cock and balls. "Boy, I wish I could go wild with you right now, but if I get started we're gonna romp for a long while and the card game is about to begin. Maybe I'll win the privilege later with a lucky set of cards. I think Angel was right earlier: Brenda had better watch out because you're gonna need all the cum you can get. Gotta go."

She kissed him on the cheek and stood up.

He stood up as well, to see her off.

But then she looked down at his stiff cock, hot, throbbing, and soaked with pre-cum, and said, "Well ... Maybe Alan Junior here needs one goodbye kiss too. That wouldn't take more than a second, would it?"

She dropped to her knees, held his hard-on with both hands and kissed it right on the tip of his bulbous cockhead.

She pulled back slightly, intending to stand back up. But then she decided a kiss on his sweet spot would be more appropriate, and more fun for them both. That kiss ended quickly, but it was followed by another, and another. Each one lasted longer, and was open-mouthed so her tongue could come out to play while her lips created a seal around that area. Finally, she decided she absolutely had to get up. However, she couldn't pull away without one last playful lick, from base to tip, to show how much she loved every last inch of his cock.

But that one lick never really stopped, and the next thing she knew, she was happily bobbing over his cockhead and then some.

A minute or two later, with her mouth crammed full of cock, she thought, Shit! That was a dumb move. I should have known better. Once I get started, I can't stop! I'm almost as bad about it as Susan is. I'm way too fucking addicted to this glorious fuckstick. So thick! So tasty! Mmmm! Just so fucking GOOD! I can't let him cum now. He needs to impress Brenda with his staying power. However, she kept right on bobbing and licking.

Despite the great joy he was feeling, he was a responsible lad, so he **** himself to say, "Um, Aunt Suzy, shouldn't you, uh ... get ready, uh, or something?"

"Mmmm-hmmm." She pulled her lips off him, but then kept right on licking, making more big swipes from the root of his pole all the way to the top, and then all the way back down again.

After another minute or two, he asked, "I love what you're doing, but ... maybe I shouldn't cum right before Brenda arrives. Don't I want to impress her with a big bulge?"

"Mmmm-hmmm..." She couldn't speak, because she'd gone from licking back to bobbing. She went deeper down with each pass, until she was on the verge of deep throating him again.

But about a minute after Alan's question, Susan called out from downstairs. The voice was far off and blocked by the door, but Suzanne could hear an urgency.

Grumbling and sighing, Suzanne pulled her lips off again and then moved away from him. "That could mean Brenda's here. Grrr!" She pointed angrily at his erection. "I am so not done with you, mister! You've gotten a short reprieve now, but I'm going to give you a very firm tongue-lashing later! Very firm! Why, I might just lash you with my tongue for hours!" She looked up into Alan's face. She stuck her freakishly long tongue out nearly to the bottom of her chin, then gave him a sexy wink.

Then she stood, picked up the strips of clothing that she'd been wearing earlier, and walked naked out of the room.

Fuuuuuck! Alan thought. Everything I said about her beauty is so true. But it's not just her curves and measurements that make her that way; it's her relentlessly sexy attitude. Like the way she bent over outrageously just now to pick up her clothes, and then the way she wiggled her pussy lips at me. Hell, just the way she walked out of the room after that should make any man cum. Wow! Fuckin' wow! I'm in the presence of greatness!

Once he calmed down somewhat, he realized that he still had much more to talk about, such as his concern that he might be turning into an asshole now that everyone seemed to be treating him like a king, or his worries about Heather. He wanted another serious "check-in" discussion, where he could update her on how things were going with his other relationships, to get her capable advice, and without any hanky-panky going on at the same time. But it was not to be, at least not then.

His mind drifted to the possibility of fucking Suzanne, then to the thought of Brenda arriving in a few minutes, and then back and forth between the two. Sweet Jesus! I still didn't really get to talk to Aunt Suzy about how freaked out I am about this whole Brenda thing in general. I'm not worthy! I have a feeling she's going to have an epiphany and realize that she's way, way out of my league. Because she is! Still, if I've gotta have problems, problems like these are probably the best problems on Earth to have.

At roughly the same time, Amy returned to the Plummer house for the evening's poker party, having prepared dinner for her father and brother, then cleaned up afterward and changed. Amy had pleaded with Suzanne for several days that she should be allowed to join in the weekly poker game, since she was now Alan's official girlfriend. Suzanne had reluctantly agreed, relenting with mere hours to spare. Amy immediately went upstairs to Katherine's room for some last-minute talk and primping before her first-time participation.

Chapter 12

Earlier that morning, Suzanne had rescheduled their card game to slightly later in the evening because of her need to be in Los Angeles during the day. Since Brenda was another idle, jobless, and (very) rich housewife, the rescheduling hadn't been a problem. Brenda was due to arrive at eight, and Suzanne was pretty sure that she'd be right on time.

Suzanne looked outside and confirmed that Brenda's car hadn't yet arrived. Then she checked a clock and realized that she'd have just enough time for a discussion that she wanted to have with Susan. She'd told Brenda not to arrive even a minute early, and there was a reason for that.

Suzanne had some bad news to give Susan, and she'd thought about how to tell her and when to tell her. She'd decided that just before this party would be best, because the party was nearly guaranteed to completely distract her. Susan had deeply ingrained manners regarding being a good hostess. Even if her house were on fire, her first priority would still be to smile and focus on helping her guests. Later, once the sexual fun got going, Susan hopefully would be so distracted that she wouldn't think about Suzanne's troubling news again until the next morning.

Suzanne changed into the outfit she'd brought for the party very, very quickly, made herself presentable using the mirror in Susan's bathroom (including washing away the last of Alan's cum from her face), and then rushed downstairs.

Susan stood at the bottom of the stairs, again wearing the Chinese cheongsam she'd worn earlier in the day. She'd been doing some last minute tidying up, but she looked up and smiled at her best friend. "Hey, Suzanne? Did you hear me calling? I need your advice on a few things before Brenda gets here."

"Never mind that," Suzanne said urgently. "I have something important to tell you. Very important."

Susan's face turned to worry. "What is it?"

Suzanne held out her hand. "Give me your ring. Your wedding ring."

"What? No, I can't do that. Even after all-"

Suzanne cut her off harshly. "Shush! There's no time! I need to see it now. Brenda's gonna be here in a minute. Then I can tell you the news."

Susan had a strong attachment to her wedding ring, even though she was now dedicated to sexually serving her son. She'd worn it so constantly for years that it seemed like it was a part of her body. However, Suzanne made it seem like she needed to physically see something on the ring to confirm this urgent news before she could reveal it, so Susan very, very reluctantly removed the ring from her finger and handed it to Suzanne.

Suzanne closely examined the ring, as if there was some kind of vital clue there. But then she clutched it and hid it in her fist while looking Susan in the eyes. "Susan, as you know, I've had some strong suspicions about Ron. In fact, I've told you that he hasn't been faithful to you, so you shouldn't worry about being unfaithful to him. As you know, I've hired an investigator to watch him in Thailand and confirm what I already knew with enough evidence to convince you."

Susan asked in confusion, "What? The investigator just called you from Thailand? What did he say?!"

Suzanne was silent for some long moments, and then finally admitted, "He called, but not just now. I've known the truth for a while now, and it's not pretty. I've been trying to hint about it to you-"

Susan cut her off impatiently, "If you've known, why didn't you tell me?! You're my best friend!"

"I am. And I've given a lot of thought about how to tell you so it would cause you the least amount of pain. I decided that right before a guest shows up is best. Your party manners are just like your phone manners: you put everything else aside for the guest or the call. This way you'll hear the news, but you won't have time to fully react emotionally. That will let the news bubble around in your subconscious, and by the time Brenda leaves you'll have a level of acceptance that'll help dull the pain of what I'm about to tell you."

Susan felt angry, and looked it, but she didn't say anything because she knew that Suzanne cared about her and was probably right. Instead, she growled through clenched teeth, "What's the damn news already?!"

Suzanne **** herself to maintain eye contact. "There's no easy way to say this. I tried dropping hints ... Dammit, I'm just gonna come out and say it: Ron is gay! Always has been, always will be."

Susan's jaw dropped and her heart started to pound. "Gay? Gay?!"

"Yes, gay. Homosexual. He likes sex with men. And I know he's been married to you and had sex with you, but how attracted has he been to you, really? You're totally gorgeous! You've told me plenty of times about his extremely low sex drive. Turns out it's not low; it's just low with women."

Susan stepped back in shock. "I ... I ... I don't believe it!"

"Believe it! I have all the evidence. Photos. Video. Phone calls. I have proof that not only does he have a long-term male lover in Thailand now, he's had lovers - plural - for years. Why, I'll bet that he's known he's homosexual since he was a teenager, or maybe even earlier. It's almost always innate, you know. The important thing for you is, it has nothing to do with you or your sex appeal. It's not you; it's him."

Susan staggered back even more. "No! Oh my God! You mean it's really true? It can't be!"

Suzanne was relentless, now that she'd gotten past the most difficult part. "It is, and you know it. Think about your relationship with him. Think about your poor sex life even though you're a fucking supermodel centerfold! Frankly, I pretty much knew it for years, just as a gut feeling, but it was only with things heating up with Alan that I knew that I had **** but to prove it to you."

Susan was still reeling, mentally and physically. "But, but..."

Suzanne continued, "It's not such a shock really, is it? I mean, I told you days ago that he was cheating on you. So what difference does it make if he cheated on you with a man or a woman?"

"It makes a huge difference, actually!" Susan protested. "I'll admit I do have a bit of a bias against homosexuals, because my parents and my church pounded that into my head. But that's not the point. What hurts is that my entire marriage turns out to be a lie!"

Suzanne tried to smile. "But that's the good news! It's great news, actually! Think about it: since he married you on false pretenses, you were never really married. You could get an official annulment if you wanted to, although I would recommend against that. Your religion wouldn't consider it a real marriage either. The point is, don't think about it in terms of your relationship with him; think about it in terms of your relationship with your cutie Tiger!"

Susan did a double take at that.

"You see what I mean about it being good news? And you never really had sex! Ron was your only lover before Alan, and since Ron is gay, that means you've never had sex with a heterosexual until Alan! Sweetie is effectively the one and only real lover you've had in your entire life! Isn't that exciting? This makes you purer for him, almost virginal. Isn't that good news?"

Susan still looked wide-eyed and stunned. "Well, yes, but, I feel like my world has been turned upside down, like the floor has dropped out from under me. I thought I knew Ron! He's a good man! We had lots of good years together!"

"Yes, he is a good man. Lots of homosexuals are great people. He's been a great provider for you and your children for many years. But the simple truth is that your marriage to him was a sham. He never really loved you, and you in return never really loved him. Sure, there was lots of 'like' going on, but that's not the same as love. I think you loved being married and you loved being a mother and homemaker. But that's not the same as loving Ron in an adult, sexual way. Look: you're not crying. You're not even on the verge of crying."

Susan realized with a start that what her best friend was saying was true. And that was especially meaningful since she was an emotional person who cried whenever she felt like crying.

Suzanne continued, "Don't feel bad about it. Sure, you're shocked and surprised. But it's like the shock of finding out a good friend is gay, not that the love of your life is gay. Ron is NOT the love of your life! Alan is! I daresay the fact that Ron is gay is what made you mentally and physically receptive to becoming your son's lover in the first place. Sure, you didn't consciously know it, but there was always a certain distance you kept from Ron because of it, and you knew that on many levels."

That argument certainly hit home for Susan.

Suzanne decided the time was right to try to put Susan back into a horny mood, which she needed to be in for the party anyway. That would certainly distract her from thoughts about Ron. "This proves that Alan is the one and only man you've ever loved! Remember how unhappy you used to be? There was always something off about your marriage. You knew it, subconsciously at least, and now we know what it was. But your years of sadness and frustration weren't in vain. No! Oh no! Perhaps it was God's will. Perhaps you were being kept as unsullied as possible for your one true love: your very own son!"

Susan gasped at the audacity of that line of thinking, but it held great appeal for her. She was a strong believer in fate, and she desperately wanted to believe there had been a greater purpose to her unhappy marriage.

Suzanne went on, "Think about it. A gorgeous woman like you had to get married. Your parents arranged the marriage and they weren't going to let you stay single for long in any case. And you had to be married in those years to be able to easily adopt Alan and Katherine, so you should be eternally grateful to Ron for that at least. But once you were married, there were times when literally a year or more went by and you and Ron didn't have sex even a single time! And when you did, it was utterly forgettable and even pathetic. It was as if your remarkable body was being preserved for you to share with your son!"

Susan's face changed. It still showed shock, but now it was more of a blissful shock instead of a distressed one. "Yes!" she whispered. "Yes! It could be!"

Seeing she was on the intended track, Suzanne continued, "Yes, it truly is remarkable. If one were to think up a scenario to have a 'virgin mother, ' it's hard to beat your case. It's like you were born and bred to be a big-titted sex toy for your own son! What an incredibly lucky mommy you are. Ron served a vital purpose. After all, your kids needed a father to help them grow up normally. But he was gone for eleven months out of the year sometimes, especially as the kids got older. You never gave Ron a blowjob, handjob, or titfuck. Heck, you didn't even know what some of those things were until recently. No man will EVER experience those sex acts from you EXCEPT Alan! Hell, you hardly even kissed your own husband on the lips that much."

Susan stared off into space in amazement. "That's true..."

"And look at you!" Suzanne suddenly said dramatically. She waved a hand in Susan's direction, and then flourished it about, highlighting her friend's body. "Your body is fucking incredible! It simply defies belief that you're in your thirties, much less your late thirties. You know you're a perfect ten, don't you?"

Susan sincerely replied, "Kind of, but not really. I'm not as confident as you are. I know that I love the way Tiger looks at me lately, the hunger in his eyes. But 'perfect ten?' I don't know about that."

"Well, it's true, trust me. And your breasts! Let's see 'em." She said that because she knew that Susan always got extremely aroused when she bared her breasts.

"What, here? Now?"

"Of course! You're one of your son's official personal cocksuckers now. Now that it turns out your marriage was a sham all along, it's only proper that you focus the rest of your life on serving your Tiger's cock! Getting topless at the drop of a hat is part of what you do."

Susan grinned slightly. "Well, if you insist." She proudly pulled her dress down and thrust out her tits.

"That's right!" Suzanne said encouragingly. "Remember what Sweetie told you once, and what you like to repeat all the time: 'Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed of.'"

Upon hearing that, Susan pulled her dress down even farther and thrust out her tits even more. She stared off into space with a smile on her face, no doubt imagining her son admiring her.

Suzanne put her hand on Susan's shoulder and purred, "Picture yourself standing like you are, when Tiger reaches out and cups your big jugs from underneath." She did just that, clutching at Susan's huge orbs with both hands.

Susan closed her eyes so she could imagine it was Alan, and not Suzanne, fondling her rack.

Suzanne continued, "You can't feel his big cock, not yet, but you know it's there, inches away, hard and throbbing, poking near your pussy."

Susan gasped lustily.

"You know Ron is gay, and yes, that's kind of sad for what it says about your marriage, but it doesn't matter now because you have a new marriage waiting for you: you're going to be married to your son's cock! True, it'll be a one-way marriage. After all, he's a powerful, virile young man, and it takes many women to satisfy him. And of course it won't be a legal marriage. But you'll be totally bound - nay, enslaved - to his cock just the same!"

"Yes!" Susan panted. Suzanne's hands weren't doing any more than lightly holding Susan's melons from below, but Susan was heaving so wildly that her boobs were bouncing around, making it seem like she was being aggressively fondled.

"Need I remind you about Ephesians 5:22-24?"

"What?!" Susan was confused by the mention of a Bible verse, especially one that she didn't recall.

"Let me quote it for you, since I've memorized it for you, to help you in this difficult transition time. 'Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.'"

Suzanne quickly added, "Keep in mind that would be bad if it referred to Ron, but it doesn't! Ron could never be your real husband, because he's gay. Besides, he's cheated on you repeatedly with male lovers. Who is your REAL de-facto husband, the man of the house, the studly young man whom you naturally submit yourself to already?"

Susan whispered in awe, "ALAN! My Tiger!"

Suzanne smirk-smiled, glad that her scheme was working out so well. "Exactly. Submit to him in everything. Remember that!"

Susan nodded. It all makes sense now! Thank the Lord!

Suzanne wasn't happy about using that kind of language on Susan. She felt the Bible was unfairly sexist in places, and this particular quote was one of the worst examples of that. However, she knew that the news about Ron would be a heavy blow to Susan: it might not hit her fully at first, but over time she would feel sad that her marriage had been based on a lie. That Bible quote would do wonders to help her look at the situation in a new way. Even so, Suzanne vowed never to use that particular passage again.

Furthermore, that kind of talk was in complete contradiction to what Suzanne had told Alan only a short time earlier: that **** sexual language was only acceptable if it was said to arouse and wasn't taken seriously. Suzanne wanted Susan to truly believe what she was being told. Suzanne figured that the situation was far from ideal, but because Susan was so submissive, she needed someone to love, adore, and look after. With her marriage to Ron in tatters, Suzanne wanted Susan to reorient to Alan as quickly and fully as possible to get past the immediate trauma and look forward to a happy future.

Suzanne spoke tenderly. "You know somehow that it was all meant to be. It was a long and winding path, but you were fated to serve him. Whatever happened before, it doesn't matter much now. Ron is in the past. The present and the future is all that matters, and your-"

Just then the doorbell rang, interrupting Suzanne. They were both quite startled, since they were standing right by the front door.

"Holy Toledo!" Susan gasped. She spoke quietly, just to make sure they couldn't be heard through the front door. "That must be Brenda. Oh, poo! I wish so much you could continue. Everything makes so much sense when you explain things. Why, I hardly feel broken up much about Ron now. I knew we were headed for divorce anyway, so this only reconfirms my feelings on that. What matters is the present and the future, and my total submission to my son. Please tell me more about that!"

Suzanne shouted for Brenda's benefit, "Just a minute, Brenda!" Then she spoke quietly to Susan. "I wish I could, but I was on a roll and I kind of lost track. But don't worry, we can continue this later. Maybe tomorrow morning. As for now, you should pull your dress up and greet your guest. After all, you're the host." She finally removed her hands from Susan's still-heaving chest.

"Oh. Right." She began to pull her dress back into place. But then a thought hit her. "Hey! What happened to my ring?! I want it back right now. And why did you take it in the first place?"

Suzanne had secretly pocketed it shortly after taking it from Susan, and she gave no hint as to where it was now. "Sorry. No can do. The ring represents your past. It's well past the time you should have taken it off. It's a sign of disrespect towards your Tiger if you keep it on. I know you're nostalgic about such things; that's why I'm forcing your hand on this. Call it tough love."

Just then, with perfect timing, the doorbell rang again.

"Grrr! We'll talk about this later." Susan had her dress back on by that time, so she ran her hands through her hair to make sure nothing was too out of place. Then, after a questioning look towards Suzanne, she went to the door. She said, even quieter this time, "There's a lot of things we'll have to talk about later. For one thing, I want to know about Ron and the evidence you have on him. I know it's a kind of pointless curiosity, but I'd like to know just who it was I was married to all these years, if we can even call it a marriage."

Suzanne nodded, and said simply, "Tomorrow." She was showing merely a smile, but inside she was crowing triumphantly. She felt like she'd timed and played that revelation perfectly.

Susan looked chagrined. But remembering Brenda, she abruptly changed moods and **** herself to smile as she finally opened the front door.