Susan was looking at her in a strange way, and Marcy found she couldn't keep eye contact. Still, she glanced up to see Susan's eyes, then looked quickly again to her lap. She was in a skirt and summer sweater, despite the heat. She seldom wore shorts, especially the revealing type Susan wore.

"Marcy, can I be honest with you?" Susan asked.

Marcy wasn't certain she wanted this, but she nodded her head.

"He's driving me crazy, Marcy," Susan said in a half-whisper. "I'm not getting any, if you know what I mean. He's always either out with one of his high school girls, or he's telling me about them. He loves to talk to me about them, being really graphic."

"I know, I've been there," Marcy said, feeling the thrill in the pit of her stomach increase.

"We would be in bed, and he would want to call you," Susan went on, "and I'd be between his legs, with my face there, or straddling him, and he would talk to you that way and I'd get so excited… so very excited, listening."

Marcy flushed, watching Susan rock her foot. Something was making her listen, drawing her to Susan. Marcy didn't know what it was, didn't understand it, but she was almost breathless as she listened. The only other person in her life she had heard talk this way was Brad, and all that had done was chill her. Yet, hearing this exquisite blonde girl talking that way was doing something to her emotions.

It was some time before Marcy realized that Susan was becoming very explicit.

"I'd have his cock in my pussy, bouncing up and down, really loving it, and listening to him tell you the positions I'd get into for him, and I would come so hard! You wouldn't believe how fantastic I would come!"

"I… Susan, are you sure you should be talking about this to me?" Marcy blushed. "I mean, a man and his wife should you know, keep those things secret."

"But I don't mind, Marcy," Susan replied, smiling and rocking her foot faster. "It's easy to talk to you, and I've wanted to talk to someone for so long."