I’ve been fucking Emma for approximately three months now & she is the first married bird that I have bedded, at least when it comes to having a subservient husband in tow. It wasn’t something that started through the classifieds, we simply met at a party & I liked her shapely figure, her bob cut blonde hair & her playful pale blue eyes. She struck me as a rich bitch, she wore a gold Rolex for instance & had loads of expensive rings on her dainty fingers, yet I thought what the hell, she’s enjoying dancing with me & seems really pleasant loving. It was an extreme sort of bash, with a lot of booze & radical people around. After a few dances she suggested that we go & obtain a drink together. I’d seen her look over at this sheepish older man who seemed to stare so long at her, yet cast his eyes down whenever she checked on him. I guessed that he must be her husband & perhaps he didn’t dance. I said, ‘won’t your minder obtain upset?’ & she smiled alluringly & said, ‘oh he doesn’t matter.’
So we had the first of five drinks together & the other man pretended to take an interest in some drunk old fart who was pontificating on politics. I was enjoying our chat, she liked the same bands as me, played the same sort of sports, & then she asked, ‘is the old man bothering you? I’ll obtain rid of him.’ I knew she meant the minder & I suppose that I had been checking him over once in a while. I fancied the lady & I didn’t want anyone getting in the way if we decided to take this somewhere. So I said, ‘just a bit- he’s such a sad hanger on isn’t he’. Emma strode over to the bloke, checked her watch & told him to take a hike. Perhaps it was his bedtime I mused. I watched him slouch off without a word- as satisfactory as gold. When she came back I said, ‘your husband?’ & she nodded, passing me her glass for a refill. ‘But I’m bored with him & he knows that I will take a lover.’
I call it cock instinct, that lust surge you obtain when a woman tells you something that charges your ego, that says bluntly, ‘I want you’. I liked her head strong manner, the way she had dismissed him. Posh bitch with attitude I thought- great! We retired to the conservatory of the house, where in the moonlight several couples were already exploring what each excited in the other. We kissed greedily yet slowly & her eyes were wide when she then said to me, ‘don’t worry…I won’t let him obtain in the way if you want to fuck me. He does as he’s told.’
That conservatory was really sultry- several of us were petting partners in a wanton way. Emma’s legs quivered against my hand when I pushed up beneath the hem of her little black dress. I felt her stocking tops, the straps of her suspender belt, & then, momentarily, her thong as I pushed my fingers beneath its material & found her wet sex. I slid my fingers inside her slit & she gasped, before opening her mouth to my kisses again. ‘I want to go somewhere…’she breathed & for a second I considered a bedroom upstairs. But right then I didn’t want any short, sharp, rough fuck. I wanted her for the night & told her. She smiled eagerly & said that was what she wanted too. She made a first call to a taxi firm to pick us up & the second to ‘Roger’ who was told to bed down in the summer house for the night.
Back at their place I could see a lamp on in the summer house & the same sad old git reading on a camp bed. Emma locked the doors so that his destiny down the garden was complete & we went up to bed. The bedroom was swanky, richly done up with nice silk sheets. I undid Emm’s dress & it fell to the floor. I took off her bra yet told her to keep the stilettos, stockings & suspender belt on, as it was sexier. Before I could decide what next, she dropped to her knees & lovingly took out my member. She licked it up & down the length of the shaft, always looking adoringly upwards. It was bloody fine, seeing her rouge lips against my sun tanned skin, the way she caressed my tool. We’d just met, I really wanted & liked her, I wanted this to be something bigger, so I said, ‘I’m going to use a sheath until we’re well established …I care approximately you.’ She rolled my condom on & promised me that Roger was never allowed to fuck her. I was going to be the man of the house.
The bed may have been posh, yet I can tell you, it creaked like any other when you’re going at it full pelt. I pulled her lovely legs up over my shoulders & a little too briskly ploughed on in to that succulent little cunt of hers. It made her wince, she wasn’t used to proper cock. So I dug more slowly in to the hilt, & she confessed that Roger had only tongued her during these last months. ‘I don’t wank him…he’s not allowed that either’ she explained, between little gasps as I stroked into her pussy. Feeling her sex spasm on me, feeling it grip my shaft as I drove in & out was mesmerising. Her breathing was now in rhythm with it all. Little whimpers escaped her lips & her lovely tits shook with the thrust, thrust, thrust of my tool. The nipples were bullet complex & every so often I swept my tongue across them.
Emma was unquestionably out of practice at fucking! She came so complex & so easily, within the next few minutes. She screamed with pleasure, a sound that must easily have been heard through the open window & down amongst the magnolias. She clung to me, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. She was completely out of breath, lost to the sensation when I started to gradually stroke once more inside her cunny. She apologised profusely, promising to learn to fuck harder & longer. I stroked her hair, kissed her red lips & promised that I would take her through a few orgasms yet…there really was no hurry & by the morning, she would have a clearer view of what decent sex could be.
I realise that sounds so arrogant, yet it was true. She was a novice at this & there was time for her to learn. Roger wasn’t going to interfere was he? So we began again, grindingly, slowly, my cock being made to rotate at a leisurely stir within her sex. Posh women like dirty words sometimes, so I whispered, ‘are you ready to be a bitch to him then’ & she nodded, ‘with you I am’ she replied. ‘You are too classy for the old guy’ I confirmed, & she agreed, ‘yes…I see that now’. A few more pushes, faster & deeper now. ‘You really are so fuckable…’ I said in this aloof voice, & she giggled, ‘and you are so arrogant!’ You could feel her relaxing then; feel her fingers running across my hips, sensing the strength in my thighs. It was nice. ‘I’m sorry…’ she said, as we upped the pace once more, ‘I can’t stop myself’ & this time we climaxed together. We locked complex against one another, she thrusting up to meet me as I bore into her- thump, thump, thump. Her pubes must have felt bruised afterwards, that fuck was quite brutal. More gasps, more screaming & this time two people breathing heavily-excited & relieved.
The sheath was bulging when I withdrew & she peeled it away. She smeared its contents around her pubes, across her wet lips. ‘One day shortly I will have it inside me’ she whispered. I nodded. I guessed what she wanted to do next, what she & perhaps he had always anticipated. So I said, ‘why don’t you make him lick it off your cunt?’ Emma nodded. She put a silk wrap around her & I watched her step out into the garden & then over to the summer house. By the light of the lamp I watched Roger tongue her slit nice & eagerly. She didn’t touch him, didn’t kiss him, just let him do it. I watched his mouth working on her cunt, sucking & lapping. She just looked down at him as though it was a tedious little ritual. He had to do it, because that was what separated him & me. It was satisfactory when she received back to bed having locked the door again. She was cold & smelled of perfumed roses. ‘That was disgusting, he is such a weakling’ she said firmly, ‘but I can make him do anything that I want.’

Grant