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Disclaimer: Desperate Housewives belongs to Cherry Productions and Touchstone
Television. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 07/02/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, female solo sex, male/female sex, strong language

Category: Het

Pairing: Susan/m

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: While everyone else on Wisteria Lane is enjoying the Fourth of July
fireworks display, Susan's mind flashes itself back to the one July Fourth
afternoon and the situation that might had caused her divorce from Karl.

Other Notes: This story is based on a picture of the same name by an artist
named Randy Dave.

Dedication: Happy 4th of July to all of my family and friends! -- ATK 2006
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Desperate Housewives: Football Fan
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

It was on the one holiday known as the Fourth of July that each and every
family who had allowed themselves to live on a street known as Wisteria Lane
would step outside their own houses and join the rest of the people within
the United States of America in looking up in the sky and watch the wonderful
display of fireworks explode in the night sky.

And even though this particular holiday would always be considered to be a
happy one for all of her neighbors, it was actually something else for the
one Wisteria Lane resident named Susan Mayer, because whenever she had
allowed herself to step outside her house with her smiling teenage daughter
named Julie and stared at the wonderful fireworks display, a single tear
would run down her cheek and her mind would flash itself back to the one
July Fourth afternoon before she had moved into Wisteria Lane with her
future ex-husband, Karl and their daughter who was a baby at the time.

Anyway, it was also on a Sunday that Susan had suddenly felt the wanton need
to have a session of hot and steamy sex with Karl, only to have her discover
that it was not going to happen on that day, because he would rather be
watching a football game on their TV set in the living room.

And of course, that had meant that there was going to be no sex for Susan on
that July Fourth afternoon, but that was before she had taken a look outside
the kitchen window and noticed that a young and handsome hunk with dark-brown
hair was playing a solo game of basketball in the back yard of the house
next-door.

And after she had figured that he might as well be the perfect substitute for
Karl at that particular time, a sexually-desperate Susan had opened the door,
smiled at the young hunk just like her future neighbor named Edie Britt would
do with every man on Wisteria Lane and said, "Say, Toby!Would you please come
inside for a few minutes?I just want to show you something!"

And after he had given the little invitation some thought and figured that it
was okay for him to in the same house with her, the smiling teenager named
Toby Rogan had placed his basketball on the ground and said 'yes' to Susan
just before he had walked across the back yard and stepped inside her house.

And then, after he had taken a deep breath and asked, "Well, Mrs. Mayer?
What is it that you want to show me?" Susan had grabbed a curious Toby by
the hand and carefully led him up the stairs and into the master bedroom,
where she had closed and locked the door behind them, turned towards Toby
and stripped off all of her clothes right in front of him.

And after she had exposed her bare-ass naked body and started pumping two of
her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with
the other hand, a reluctant Toby had cleared his throat and said, "Look, Mrs.
Mayer. I really don't think that we should be doing this. You see, first of
all, you're older than I am. Second of all, you're married. And third...!"

But just as he was about to say another word, Susan had moved her closer to
Toby, placed the tips of her fingers on his lips and said, "Sssshhhh. It's
going to be okay. I really don't care how old you are. Also, don't worry
about my husband, Darling. He's watching football. He wouldn't notice if the
house was on fire, let alone his wife fucking the neighbor's boy in the next
room. All you need to do now is just relax... and enjoy it."

And just like Bree Van De Kamp before her marital problems with her husband
Rex, Susan had kissed Toby ever so passionately on the lips just before she
had helped him take all of his clothes off and they had placed their nude
bodies on the bed.

And after she had allowed him to started licking all over her nude body --
all the way down to her hot, moist snatch and carressing her firm breasts,
Susan had placed her hands on Toby's bare shoulders, slowly licked her lips
and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Toby! Touch me! Touch me
there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

Then, after he had turned himself around and allowed her to start sucking
on his stiff cock, Toby had suddenly realized that even though it was still
wrong for him to do so, he was experiencing something that he had never
experienced with such a hot-looking babe like Susan before, because just
like John Rowland had experienced with Gabrielle Solis behind the back of
her husband Carlos, he was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and
enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after he had placed his stone hard dick inside her asshole
and used each of his hands to carress both her tits and snatch, a
sexually-energized Susan has placed one of her hands on Toby's bare
shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yelled, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
THAT'S IT! DO IT, TOBY! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME
WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after they had started moving themselves harder and faster and
their lovemaking has finally moved itself out of the neighborhood, the two
newfound lovers had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep
with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

And after her mind has flashed itself back to the present day neighborhood
of Wisteria Lane and she had looked towards the home of Lynette Scavo and
noticed that she was still able to enjoy watching the Fourth of July
fireworks with her husband, Tom and their four kids, a saddened Susan had
looked at her own house, let out a sigh and wished for something that could
possibly help her go back in time and correct the one mistake that had
possibly caused her divorce from Karl.

THE END!

    

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