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“I’ll be fine,” Emma tried to assure him.
The doorbell rang. “I’ll answer the door,” Greg announced and turned. Emma quickly followed him.
Greg opened the door and stared at the man standing before him. He was shorter than Greg and looked frightened by Greg’s glaring stare.
“Are you Peter?” Greg demanded.
“No, I’m Francesco, I’m the driver to pick up Emma,” he responded quietly.
“Where will you take my wife?” he questioned the driver.
“To ‘Antonello’s’, the Italian restaurant,” the driver answered.
“Everything will be fine,” Emma assured Greg again and hugged him. I’ll tell you everything when I come back. She kissed him, and he hugged her tightly.
“Be careful,” he whispered.
“I will,” Emma whispered and stepped back.
Greg waited at the door until the car drove off. He worried about Emma and what would happen to her that night. He closed the door and went into his study to finish some work. He struggled, however, to focus on his work and gave up after a few minutes. He was confused. He was worried about Emma, but he was also curious about what she would tell him afterwards.
Emma had similar feelings as she was on her way to the restaurant. She was at the same time afraid and excited about what would happen that night. Her hands were sweaty, and she was fumbling with her clutch bag.
Emma’s unease mounted with each passing streetlight flickering through the car window. She tried to steady her breath, but uncertainty pressed heavily on her chest. What exactly was expected of her at this dinner and afterwards? She was wondering who Peter’s client was. Was Peter expecting her to go with this client after dinner? Or would the three of them go together? And if yes, where would they go? And what did Peter expect of her then?
The leather of her clutch felt slick under her clammy fingers, and she found herself glancing nervously out into the evening.
Unconsciously, she pressed her legs together, which made her aware that she was wearing no underwear. She pushed her dress down over her thighs, which sent a shiver down her body. She had shaved her pussy earlier that day, and the fabric of the dress was rubbing over her sensitive mound.
Despite her best efforts to mask her apprehension, a persistent unease gnawed at her. Yet, beneath her fear, a glimmer of curiosity urged her onward, even as every instinct screamed to turn back.
Her nervousness even increased when the car slowed down in front of the restaurant. Francesco opened the car door for her, and Emma got out. She went into the restaurant and saw Peter sitting with a couple at a table. That was unexpected. She had expected a male client, but not a couple.
Peter waved, and she walked over to the table. Everyone got up, and Peter made the introductions. “Carl, Christine, meet Emma, a good friend. Emma, meet Carl and Christine Turner, long-standing customers of ARGON.” Emma shook hands with the Turners.
Both were in their 40s. Carl was rather tall, broad-shouldered, with short blonde hair. Christine was slightly taller than Emma. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair and a slender, curvy figure. She wore a white body-con dress made from a stretchy fabric with a bold, plunging front cut-out that extended from the neckline to just above the waist, creating a striking view of her C-cup tits. She had also received the memo that no underwear was necessary.
Emma realized that she stared at her firm breasts when Christine started the conversation. “Very nice to finally meet you. Peter has told us so much about you.”
Emma glanced at Peter, but he put on a poker face.
“Hopefully only positive things,” Emma said with an attempt at a smile.
“Of course,” Christine replied with a sly smile.
“Shall we order?” interrupted Peter.
Emma quickly scanned the menu and decided on an Italian salad.
While they waited for their food, they chatted about the restaurant's interior and compared it to other places they had been recently. With this innocent conversation, Emma felt slightly more comfortable. Over dinner, with the tasty food and more general conversation, she relaxed further.
After they had finished dinner, Peter said, “Let’s move on.”
“Where are we going?” asked Emma. Her apprehension and nervousness awoke again.
“We would like to invite you and Peter to our house to continue our get-together,” Christine said.
Emma’s nervousness eased slightly because she felt better that Christine was with them and that she was not alone with only men.
They hailed a taxi and went to the Turners’ home. The mood in the cab was easy-going as they discussed the quality of the food they had eaten. Emma relaxed again with the casual chatter.
They entered the house and proceeded to the living room at the back, which opened onto a terrace. “What would you like to drink?” asked Carl. Everyone went for a whiskey.
After some further chatting, Christine said to Emma, “Let me show you around the house. And I’ve a surprise for you.”
“Ok, sure,” Emma said hesitantly and followed Christine into the house. They went through the kitchen, into the main hallway, and up to the first floor. Emma saw through open doors that there were several bedrooms and bathrooms.
Christine opened a closed door and switched on a light. The room was dimly lit. Emma gasped. There was a king-size bed at the back of the room. On the left and right of the bed were racks of different sizes and types.
“What is this?” Emma asked.
“This is our little playroom,” replied Christine.
“Take off your dress!” Christine ordered.
Emma was taken by surprise and did not move.
“Come on, move!” Christine demanded.
“What’s this about?” Emma enquired. Her nervousness rose again.
“Peter told me that I can have some fun with you. I’ve recently discovered my dominant side. Carl likes to watch and assist me; he will join shortly,” Christine explained. “So, get going!”
Emma was dumbfounded but mechanically took off her dress. It seemed that her feeling that she was safer with another woman around had been misleading. She stood stark naked with only her high-heeled sandals in front of the woman. She felt exposed, but pulled back her shoulders, holding up her head.
“This is a good girl,” Christine sneered. “And I see, with a nicely shaved pussy.”
Christine went to a sideboard and told Emma to come over to her. She opened a drawer and took out black leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles. “Stretch out your arms.” Emma obeyed, and Christine put the cuffs on her wrists.
“Sit down on the floor,” Christine demanded.
Emma sat down, and Christine put the cuffs on her ankles. In addition, she put a collar around her neck. Christine attached a leash to the collar and pulled her up.
“Let’s go to the guys. I want to show them my little pet,” Christine said while pulling Emma behind her. They went through the house, into the living room, and then to the terrace door.
The terrace was dimly lit by the glow of string lights draped across a dark wooden pergola overhead. The soft lighting cast a warm, inviting glow that just brushed the silhouettes of Carl and Pete at the far end of the terrace, where a spacious L-shaped sofa wrapped around a central area.
Potted plants with ferns and fragrant jasmine clustered in the corners. The air was tinged with the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers and a hint of distant rain. The terrace overlooked a shadowy garden where moonlight brushed the tops of swaying grasses. This secluded oasis, softly humming with the sounds of the night, created an atmosphere at once intimate and electric. “Don’t be so shy, come over here,” said Carl.
Christine moved towards the two men and pulled at the leash. Emma followed obediently until she stood between Carl and Peter.
„You have indeed brought us a cute little pet, Peter,” Carl said, appraising Emma’s naked body.
He stood in front of Emma and cupped her cheek with his hand. He followed her jawline with his fingers to her neck and stroked further over her collarbone to the side of her left breast and down her left arm.
At the same time, Peter caressed her back, starting at her head and following her spine down to her ass. There, his fingers turned to her right hip, circled her hip bone, and returned to her spine. Peter kissed her shoulder and whispered into her ear, “Do you enjoy yourself?”
Emma felt exposed, standing naked in front of the men, but her body gave her away. The caressing from the two men sent a shiver down Emma’s body, and her dark pink nipples hardened. She felt her pussy getting moist.
“Our little toy likes the attention,” sneered Christine.
Emma noticed that Christine also liked what she saw. Her nipples poked against her tight dress, and her cheeks were flushed.
Christine moved next to Peter and joined the caressing of Emma’s back. Her and Peter’s hands were moving across Emma’s back, crossing and touching.
Carl, meanwhile, bent forward and kissed Emma’s neck and further down to her breasts. He licked across her hard left nipple and circled her areola. With his hand, he squeezed her right tit and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Emma moaned softly.
“Look at her nice ass,” said Peter, cupping one of her ass cheeks. “Move your legs further apart,” he demanded, and Emma obliged.
Carl took the cue and continued his kissing further down over Emma’s tummy to her shaved mound, which sent another shiver down Emma’s body. While kissing her, Carl squeezed Emma’s tits and rubbed with his palms over her erect nipples.
Carl squatted in front of Emma and grabbed her hips. He breathed against her clit and licked along her pussy lips. “Such a juicy pussy,” he growled.
Emma moaned and leaned against Peter, who stood behind her. She felt his bulging pants against her ass and remembered his massive cock from her previous encounters with him.
Christine also noticed the bulge in Peter’s pants and cupped it with her hand. He turned to her, and she squatted in front of him. She opened his pants and pulled out his huge cock.
Christine put her hand around his shaft and licked around his cock head. She stroked his cock and put more of Peter’s cock in her mouth. He growled softly.
Peter reached around Emma and squeezed one of her tits.
Carl continued licking along Emma’s outer pussy lips and back along her inner lips. He licked around her clit and down her labia again.
Emma gasped as he pushed his tongue into her pussy. She felt an orgasm building up.
Carl licked around her clit and sucked on it. He put two fingers into her pussy and curled his fingers.
“Oh, that’s good,” Emma moaned.
“Yes, come for us,” Christine whispered in Emma’s ear. She had let go of Peter’s cock and stood now behind Emma. “Lick her pussy, our horny little toy wants to come,” she encouraged Carl. Her voice was hoarse with arousal.
Emma pushed her hips into Carl’s face and leaned against Peter and Christine behind her.
Christine reached around Emma and squeezed one of Emma’s tits and pulled on her nipple. Peter continued to squeeze Emma’s other tit and nipple. Their attention to her breasts sent further waves of arousal through Emma’s body.
Carl, meanwhile, alternated between licking around Emma’s clit and sucking on it, sending ripples of pleasure through her body.
Emma squirmed her hips and groaned, “Yes, please, oh, I’m coming,” as her orgasm rolled over her.
Emma continued to lean on Peter and Christine as she gasped for air.
Peter and Christine continued to caress Emma’s breasts and tummy.
“Such a cute little slut,” snarled Peter.
“I fully agree,” said Christine. “Let’s see how good she really is.”
Christine grabbed the leash that was dangling from the collar around Emma’s neck and pulled Emma upright. “Let’s go over to the sofa,” she told Emma.
Christine stopped at the sofa, pulled her dress up over her hips, and reclined with her legs spread. “Kneel and return the favor to me that Carl did to you,” she ordered Emma.
Emma stared at Christine’s pussy and her small, neat brown landing strip and was frozen. Another turn of events that Emma had not anticipated. She had never been with a woman before. And now this admittedly hot woman asked her to lick her pussy.
“What are you waiting for?” Christine tore Emma from her thoughts. “Don’t you like what you see?”
“No, not at all. It’s just that I’ve never done anything like this before,” Emma said.
“Don’t pretend that you are that shy,” Peter told Emma. He had come over to her and pushed her down between Christine’s legs.
Emma slowly bent her head towards Christine’s pussy and smelled her musky pussy juices. She lightly kissed down Christine’s outer pussy lips and up on the other side. She breathed against Christine’s clit. She had never looked at a clit from so close. She found it very exciting and arousing.
Emma moved her tongue around Christine’s clit and then took it in her mouth and sucked on it. If someone did this to her, it always sent waves of pleasure through her. It seemed that Christine also liked it, gauging from her moaning.
“Oh, that feels good,” Christine gasped and grabbed Emma’s head, thrusting her pussy into Emma’s face.
Emma got more comfortable and licked through Christine’s folds and tasted Christine’s pussy juices. She pushed her tongue into Christine’s wet pussy and twirled her tongue inside her.
“You’re a fast learner,” Christine groaned.
She went back to Christine’s clit and licked over it, which produced another gasp from Christine. Emma kept licking around Christine’s clit before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it.
Simultaneously, Emma pushed two fingers into Christine’s pussy and fucked her with her fingers. When she curled her fingers, it pushed Christine over the edge.
Christine squeezed Emma’s head with her twitching thighs and screamed, “I’m coming!”
Emma prolonged Christine’s orgasm by keeping sucking on her clit and fucking her pussy with her fingers until Christine pushed back her head.
Christine lay panting on the sofa. “Wow, that was great,” she murmured. “You’re a very talented little toy,” she sneered.
When Christine had caught her breath, she looked up and said to Emma, „It seems the guys liked our show. I think your skills are required.”
„Come over here, our little toy’s all yours,” she told Carl and Peter.
The men had both their hard cocks out. From the look of it, they had indeed enjoyed watching Emma licking Christine’s pussy.
Carl and Peter came over to the sofa and stood on each side of Emma, with their throbbing cocks dangling in front of her face.
Emma took Carl’s cock in her hand and closed her mouth around his cock head. With her other hand, she grabbed Peter’s cock and stroked it. Then she switched and took Peter’s cock into her mouth while stroking Carl’s.
Carl grabbed Emma’s hips and pulled her to her feet. She let go of Carl’s cock, but despite being surprised by Carl’s move, she kept Peter’s cock in her mouth and continued licking around it. She was standing on her feet and leaning forward.
Carl moved behind her and spread her legs wider. He brought his cock to the entrance of her pussy and moved his cock head back and forth through her wet folds. When it was slick with her juices, he slowly pushed it into her, which made Emma moan onto Peter’s cock.
“Our little fuck toy seems to like it between your two cocks,” Christine sneered.
Peter smirked and took Emma’s head into his hands. He started to face fuck her. “It also feels good to fuck her face,” he replied.
“And darling, do you enjoy fucking her cunt?” Christine asked Carl.
“Yeah, it’s really great. Have a closer look,” Carl suggested.
Christine got up and stood next to Emma. She leaned on Emma’s back and grabbed her tits. She squeezed them and pulled on her nipples. “Do you enjoy yourself?” she whispered in Emma’s ear.
Emma moaned on Peter’s cock as Christine’s pulling on her nipples sent a shiver through her body.
“I take this as a ‘yes’,” Christine smirked and knelt.
Emma felt Christine’s tongue flicking over her clit, which made her gasp. She grabbed Peter’s thighs to steady herself as she felt an orgasm building up inside her.
Carl increased the speed of pounding her pussy, and Christine kept alternately licking around and sucking on her clit.
“Oh, yeah, that feels so good,” Carl exclaimed and slapped both Emma’s ass cheeks. The unexpected pain shot another shiver through Emma’s body into her pussy.
Emma pushed against Peter’s thighs to make him stop fucking her mouth so she could gasp for air as the orgasm washed over her. “Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me!” she cried.
Christine kept sucking on her clit, extending her orgasm further. Emma’s thighs trembled while Carl continued to fuck her pussy. She felt the next orgasm coming. “Fuck, yes, oh god!” she exclaimed when the orgasm ripped through her body. Her thighs twitched, and she leaned against Peter for support.
With her contracting pussy muscles, she milked Carl’s cock, and she felt him spurt his cum into her pussy with a loud groan.
Slowly, Emma came back from her bliss. She felt Carl slipping his cock out of her pussy and straightened up.
Christine also got up in front of her and turned to Peter. “Fuck me, Peter. I need a cock in my pussy after this exciting show by Carl and his sex toy,” she said in a husky voice.
Peter turned her around and bent her forward so she could grab the armrest of the couch. Christine put her legs a bit farther apart and stretched her ass out to him. Emma had a good view of Christine’s dripping pussy before Peter moved behind Christine and pushed his cock against the entrance of her pussy.
Emma stared fascinated at them when Peter slowly slid his big, throbbing cock into Christine’s pussy, which made Christine gasp.
“You’re so big,” she moaned. She continued moaning while Peter relentlessly pushed more and more of his cock into her pussy.
“Do you like what you see?” Carl asked her. “Let’s sit on the sofa for a better view.”
It was the first time that she saw someone else having sex directly in front of her without her being involved - as a voyeur, came to her mind. She found it fascinating and arousing.
Carl reclined on the sofa, pulling Emma down in front of him and had her lean against him. They faced Christine, who had her eyes closed, as Peter continued to push his cock into her pussy.
“Is he filling your pussy?” he asked Christine.
“Oh god, yes, he’s so big and spreads my pussy so wide,” she responded.
“Oh, fuck,” Christine gasped as Peter started to fuck her pussy.
Emma kept staring at Christine as Peter continued to fuck her. Christine’s face was distorted with lust, with her mouth hanging slightly open and her eyes shut.
Emma found it extremely arousing to watch them, and her hand moved to her pussy.
“It seems you like what you’re seeing,” Carl whispered in her ear and started to play with her breasts.
“Mhm,” Emma moaned.
“Continue to play with yourself,” he encouraged her.
“Oh, that feels so good, yes, fuck me hard,” Christine cried. “Yes, that’s it, I’m close, fuck me.”
While Emma continued to follow the fucking in front of her, her fingers moved faster over her clit as she felt an orgasm building up inside her.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Christine cried, and Peter growled as he continued to pound Christine’s pussy.
Listening to Christine and Peter pushed Emma over the edge, and her orgasm rolled through her.
“What a show!” said Carl behind her.
“Our little sex toy is indeed always good for a surprise,” smirked Peter when he had recovered.
“What have I missed?” asked Christine.
“She liked our fucking so much that she played with herself,” explained Carl.
Christine stood in front of Carl and Emma. “Did you also like what you saw?” she asked Carl.
“Yes, it was a great performance by the three of you,” he smirked.
Christine leaned forward and kissed Carl.
“Sorry guys,” Peter interrupted them, “but I’ve to go.”
“Oh, it’s indeed late,” Christine said. “Let’s call it a night.”
“Come on, let’s get your dress,” she told Emma, who followed Christine through the house to their playroom.
Christine opened and took off the cuffs one after the other. Afterwards, she handed Emma her dress, which she put on.
“I really enjoyed the evening,” Christine told Emma. “And I’d like to see you again – unfortunately, we didn’t have time for my playroom tonight,” she smirked. “By the way, we don’t need Peter for that; here’s my number.” She handed Emma a piece of paper. “Perhaps you want to bring your husband next time.”
Emma looked surprised at her. “I’ll check with him,” she said cautiously.
“Do that,” Christine replied. “Let’s go, the guys are waiting.
They went to the hallway where Carl and Peter were waiting.
“Francesco is waiting outside to drive you home,” Peter told Emma. “Have a good night, I’ll be in touch,” he smirked.
“Good night,” she said tersely and left the house. **
When she sat in the car on her way home, she looked back on the evening. It started with her apprehension, then followed the nice dinner and tasty food before she was being used as a sex toy by Peter and his friends – once again and once again, she debated with herself how she felt about it. It was degrading, but on the other hand, she found it very arousing, and she had several intense orgasms and some new, exciting experiences.
Her next thought was what she should tell Greg. She had promised to tell him everything, and she was also willing to do so. But she was not sure how open she should be about her feelings about these new experiences. It should not come as a surprise to Greg, given that she had confided to him before that she liked these sexual encounters.
“Are you okay?” asked Francesco. “We’re nearly there.”
She had been so deep in her thoughts that she did not realize that they had nearly reached her home.
“Yes, thanks,” replied Emma.
Francesco stopped the car, and she got out.
Emma let herself into the house and went into the living room, where Greg was waiting for her.
“Hi, are you okay?” Greg asked.
“Yes, I’m fine, a bit tired, to be honest, but otherwise okay,” Emma responded.
“What did he do to you?” Greg asked in a rather aggressive tone.
“We had dinner with a couple whom he’s befriended.”
“That was all?”
“No, afterwards we went to their house,” Emma said lowly.
“And what happened there?”
“We had sex.”
“All of you together?”
“Well, yes, sort of.”
“What do you mean, sort of?”
“We were somehow all involved, either participating or watching.”
“Shall I tell you the details?” Emma asked him.
“Did you like it?” Matt asked in response.
There was the question she was afraid to answer. She decided to be open again with Greg and said, “Yes, I did indeed like it.”
“What did you like most?”
“Well, licking a woman’s pussy was exciting, but I also liked watching the others having sex in front of me,” Emma recounted some of her experiences from earlier that evening.
Greg looked at her, speechless, given Emma’s revelations.
“Please say something,” she begged.
“I don’t know whether I still know who you are.”
“I’m still Emma, your wife. I love you!”
“I don’t like you to go on your own to some strangers and have sex with them,” Greg told her.
“Would you prefer to join me and take part?”
“What do you mean?”
“Christine, the woman I was with tonight, asked me to see her and her husband again and also bring you along,” Emma explained.
Greg looked surprised at Emma. “Are you making this up so I feel better?”
“No, I was also surprised when she asked me.”
“And your friend Peter would also join, I assume.”
“He’s not my friend, and Christine mentioned explicitly that Peter wouldn’t join,” Emma replied tersely.
“And what would happen if we met them?” Greg wanted to know.
“I don’t know, I assume we’d get to know each other and then see what would develop.”
“Okay, I’m still not sure how I feel about having sex with strangers and sharing you, but at least I’m in it with you.”
“Is this a ‘yes’?” Emma asked. “Shall I reach out to Christine?”
“Yes, okay, why not?” Greg said. “To be honest, you made me curious.”
Emma smiled at him, “That’ll be fun. I’ll reach out to her and arrange something.”
“I’d like to take a shower. Do you want to join me and fuck your wife?” Emma asked, turned around, and began to unzip her dress. While walking farther to the bathroom, she let her dress fall to the floor and took off her shoes.
Greg followed her and also got rid of his shirt and pants, so that they were both naked when Greg reached her at the bathroom door.
He hugged her from behind and kissed her on the mouth.
“You’re mine,” he whispered when he broke the kiss.
He kissed her neck and let his hands wander to her breasts and played with her nipples, which made her lowly moan. His hands wandered further over her tummy to her shaved mound.
“What happened to your landing strip?” he asked and circled with his finger over her mound, which sent a shiver through her body.
“Well, sometimes a change is also nice,” she smiled.
“I like both and also a change from time to time.”
Greg kissed her on the mouth and moved one hand further down and cupped her pussy. He slid one finger through her folds and up to her clit, which he circled slowly with his finger. Emma lowly groaned while they kissed.
With his other hand, Greg caressed her tummy and moved up to her breasts and squeezed them lightly. His finger circled her nipple, which got hard under his finger.
Greg’s cock was growing and pushing against Emma’s ass.
Emma broke their kiss. “Fuck my pussy,” she demanded. She leaned forward and grabbed the door frame to steady herself while pushing out her ass towards Greg.
Greg admired her firm ass and her puffy pussy lips. He slid his cock a few times through her slick labia before pressing his dick slightly against her moist pussy lips, but without entering her.
“Please, push your cock into my pussy,” she begged.
As he pushed his throbbing cock finally into her hot, wet hole, Emma gasped, “Oh, that feels so good.”
“I love to fuck your pussy. It belongs to me,” Greg growled and began to slowly fuck her pussy.
He increased the speed of his fucking and slapped Emma’s ass cheeks, which elicited a gasp from her.
“Yes, fuck me,” she encouraged him.
Greg thrust his cock with increased speed into Emma’s pussy while pushing his thumb against her slightly opened puckered hole. When he pushed his thumb further into her ass, Emma groaned lowly, and her breathing became ragged.
Greg pulled his cock out of her pussy and pressed it against her puckered hole, which slowly opened when he pushed his cock into Emma’s ass.
She gasped, “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” She grabbed the door frame harder with one hand and put her other hand on her clit and began to move it fast over it.
Greg started to fuck her ass faster and, with each thrust, pushed his cock deeper into her ass.
“Oh, yes, fuck my ass,” she cried.
“I love to fuck your tight ass, your ass belongs to me,” Greg growled.
“Come into my ass,” Emma shrieked.
“Oh, fuck,” Greg shouted and spurted his cum into her ass.
Emma continued to rub furiously her clit until an orgasm rolled through her body that made her thighs twitch.
Greg leaned breathless forward onto Emma, who also gasped for breath and held her tightly.
When Emma had recovered, she asked, “Do we now want to take a shower?”
“Sounds good,” Greg responded, and they went arm in arm into the bathroom.
Chapter 5 – New experiences
Emma was focused on preparing for a client meeting when she was jolted out of her thoughts by the ring of her mobile. It was an anonymous caller.
"Hello," she said.
“Hi Emma, it’s Peter. How are you today?”
“Fine, thanks”, Emma replied tersely.
“Listen, I need you tonight. I’ve a business dinner with a client, and I want you to accompany me. I’ll pick you up at seven at your house. Wear a nice dress, no underwear needed. Any questions?” Peter asked.
Emma tried to gather her thoughts. She had not heard from Peter for over a month and had pushed aside the thoughts about his threats to expose her by sending the video of her having sex with him and his friends to her boss and colleagues to secure a contract with his company.
“Where are we going and what do you want me to do?” Emma asked.
“We’ll have dinner at a new Italian place I heard of, and afterwards, we’ll see what will happen. Are we then set?” Peter requested.
“Yes, ok,” Emma gave in, considering the consequences if Peter sent the video to her boss and colleagues.
“Ok, see you later, I need to go,” Peter said and hung up.
Emma lowered her phone and put it on her desk. She tried to make sense of what had just happened. Now materialized what she had contemplated extensively following the fateful first encounter with Peter. She was uncertain how she felt about the prospect of being Peter’s escort that evening without knowing what exactly would happen. She was fearful, yet strangely excited.
During the afternoon, Emma struggled to focus on her work. She left the office early in the late afternoon and went home. Greg was not at home yet.
She went to her wardrobe and wondered what she should wear that evening. “No underwear needed,” Peter had said. Emma was debating with herself whether to comply with this request. In the end, she settled for a plain but elegant black knee-length body-con dress. It featured a deep V-slit neckline, and the high waistband accentuated her slim waist. She complied with the no-underwear order. Strappy high-heeled sandals completed her outfit. Emma was aware that her outfit was slightly daring, especially since she was not wearing underwear, but she felt good in it.
Greg came home shortly before Emma was to be picked up and found his wife in the living room. “Hi, Hon,” he started, and stopped at the door when he saw Emma in her dress. “Have I forgotten anything?” he asked, surprised.
“No, I am going out tonight,” Emma replied. “Peter called earlier today.”
Greg narrowed his eyes. “Where are you going?” Greg wanted to know. “And what are you supposed to do?”
“He only said that we would have dinner at a new Italian restaurant in town,” Emma recounted what Peter had told her earlier.
“And afterwards?” Greg enquired.
“I don’t know, to be honest,” Emma admitted softly. She was afraid of what could happen after dinner, a knot tightening in her stomach.
“I don’t like letting you go with this bastard without knowing what he’ll do to you,” Greg said, revealing his uneasiness about the situation.
“I’ll be fine,” Emma tried to assure him.
The doorbell rang. “I’ll answer the door,” Greg announced and turned. Emma quickly followed him.
Greg opened the door and stared at the man standing before him. He was shorter than Greg and looked frightened by Greg’s glaring stare.
“Are you Peter?” Greg demanded.
“No, I’m Francesco, I’m the driver to pick up Emma,” he responded quietly.
“Where will you take my wife?” he questioned the driver.
“To ‘Antonello’s’, the Italian restaurant,” the driver answered.
“Everything will be fine,” Emma assured Greg again and hugged him. I’ll tell you everything when I come back. She kissed him, and he hugged her tightly.
“Be careful,” he whispered.
“I will,” Emma whispered and stepped back.
Greg waited at the door until the car drove off. He worried about Emma and what would happen to her that night. He closed the door and went into his study to finish some work. He struggled, however, to focus on his work and gave up after a few minutes. He was confused. He was worried about Emma, but he was also curious about what she would tell him afterwards.
Emma had similar feelings as she was on her way to the restaurant. She was at the same time afraid and excited about what would happen that night. Her hands were sweaty, and she was fumbling with her clutch bag.
Emma’s unease mounted with each passing streetlight flickering through the car window. She tried to steady her breath, but uncertainty pressed heavily on her chest. What exactly was expected of her at this dinner and afterwards? She was wondering who Peter’s client was. Was Peter expecting her to go with this client after dinner? Or would the three of them go together? And if yes, where would they go? And what did Peter expect of her then?
The leather of her clutch felt slick under her clammy fingers, and she found herself glancing nervously out into the evening.
Unconsciously, she pressed her legs together, which made her aware that she was wearing no underwear. She pushed her dress down over her thighs, which sent a shiver down her body. She had shaved her pussy earlier that day, and the fabric of the dress was rubbing over her sensitive mound.
Despite her best efforts to mask her apprehension, a persistent unease gnawed at her. Yet, beneath her fear, a glimmer of curiosity urged her onward, even as every instinct screamed to turn back.
Her nervousness even increased when the car slowed down in front of the restaurant. Francesco opened the car door for her, and Emma got out. She went into the restaurant and saw Peter sitting with a couple at a table. That was unexpected. She had expected a male client, but not a couple.
Peter waved, and she walked over to the table. Everyone got up, and Peter made the introductions. “Carl, Christine, meet Emma, a good friend. Emma, meet Carl and Christine Turner, long-standing customers of ARGON.” Emma shook hands with the Turners.
Both were in their 40s. Carl was rather tall, broad-shouldered, with short blonde hair. Christine was slightly taller than Emma. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair and a slender, curvy figure. She wore a white body-con dress made from a stretchy fabric with a bold, plunging front cut-out that extended from the neckline to just above the waist, creating a striking view of her C-cup tits. She had also received the memo that no underwear was necessary.
Emma realized that she stared at her firm breasts when Christine started the conversation. “Very nice to finally meet you. Peter has told us so much about you.”
Emma glanced at Peter, but he put on a poker face.
“Hopefully only positive things,” Emma said with an attempt at a smile.
“Of course,” Christine replied with a sly smile.
“Shall we order?” interrupted Peter.
Emma quickly scanned the menu and decided on an Italian salad.
While they waited for their food, they chatted about the restaurant's interior and compared it to other places they had been recently. With this innocent conversation, Emma felt slightly more comfortable. Over dinner, with the tasty food and more general conversation, she relaxed further.
After they had finished dinner, Peter said, “Let’s move on.”
“Where are we going?” asked Emma. Her apprehension and nervousness awoke again.
“We would like to invite you and Peter to our house to continue our get-together,” Christine said.
Emma’s nervousness eased slightly because she felt better that Christine was with them and that she was not alone with only men.
They hailed a taxi and went to the Turners’ home. The mood in the cab was easy-going as they discussed the quality of the food they had eaten. Emma relaxed again with the casual chatter.
They entered the house and proceeded to the living room at the back, which opened onto a terrace. “What would you like to drink?” asked Carl. Everyone went for a whiskey.
After some further chatting, Christine said to Emma, “Let me show you around the house. And I’ve a surprise for you.”
“Ok, sure,” Emma said hesitantly and followed Christine into the house. They went through the kitchen, into the main hallway, and up to the first floor. Emma saw through open doors that there were several bedrooms and bathrooms.
Christine opened a closed door and switched on a light. The room was dimly lit. Emma gasped. There was a king-size bed at the back of the room. On the left and right of the bed were racks of different sizes and types.
“What is this?” Emma asked.
“This is our little playroom,” replied Christine.
“Take off your dress!” Christine ordered.
Emma was taken by surprise and did not move.
“Come on, move!” Christine demanded.
“What’s this about?” Emma enquired. Her nervousness rose again.
“Peter told me that I can have some fun with you. I’ve recently discovered my dominant side. Carl likes to watch and assist me; he will join shortly,” Christine explained. “So, get going!”
Emma was dumbfounded but mechanically took off her dress. It seemed that her feeling that she was safer with another woman around had been misleading. She stood stark naked with only her high-heeled sandals in front of the woman. She felt exposed, but pulled back her shoulders, holding up her head.
“This is a good girl,” Christine sneered. “And I see, with a nicely shaved pussy.”
Christine went to a sideboard and told Emma to come over to her. She opened a drawer and took out black leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles. “Stretch out your arms.” Emma obeyed, and Christine put the cuffs on her wrists.
“Sit down on the floor,” Christine demanded.
Emma sat down, and Christine put the cuffs on her ankles. In addition, she put a collar around her neck. Christine attached a leash to the collar and pulled her up.
“Let’s go to the guys. I want to show them my little pet,” Christine said while pulling Emma behind her. They went through the house, into the living room, and then to the terrace door.
The terrace was dimly lit by the glow of string lights draped across a dark wooden pergola overhead. The soft lighting cast a warm, inviting glow that just brushed the silhouettes of Carl and Pete at the far end of the terrace, where a spacious L-shaped sofa wrapped around a central area.
Potted plants with ferns and fragrant jasmine clustered in the corners. The air was tinged with the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers and a hint of distant rain. The terrace overlooked a shadowy garden where moonlight brushed the tops of swaying grasses. This secluded oasis, softly humming with the sounds of the night, created an atmosphere at once intimate and electric. “Don’t be so shy, come over here,” said Carl.
Christine moved towards the two men and pulled at the leash. Emma followed obediently until she stood between Carl and Peter.
„You have indeed brought us a cute little pet, Peter,” Carl said, appraising Emma’s naked body.
He stood in front of Emma and cupped her cheek with his hand. He followed her jawline with his fingers to her neck and stroked further over her collarbone to the side of her left breast and down her left arm.
At the same time, Peter caressed her back, starting at her head and following her spine down to her ass. There, his fingers turned to her right hip, circled her hip bone, and returned to her spine. Peter kissed her shoulder and whispered into her ear, “Do you enjoy yourself?”
Emma felt exposed, standing naked in front of the men, but her body gave her away. The caressing from the two men sent a shiver down Emma’s body, and her dark pink nipples hardened. She felt her pussy getting moist.
“Our little toy likes the attention,” sneered Christine.
Emma noticed that Christine also liked what she saw. Her nipples poked against her tight dress, and her cheeks were flushed.
Christine moved next to Peter and joined the caressing of Emma’s back. Her and Peter’s hands were moving across Emma’s back, crossing and touching.
Carl, meanwhile, bent forward and kissed Emma’s neck and further down to her breasts. He licked across her hard left nipple and circled her areola. With his hand, he squeezed her right tit and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Emma moaned softly.
“Look at her nice ass,” said Peter, cupping one of her ass cheeks. “Move your legs further apart,” he demanded, and Emma obliged.
Carl took the cue and continued his kissing further down over Emma’s tummy to her shaved mound, which sent another shiver down Emma’s body. While kissing her, Carl squeezed Emma’s tits and rubbed with his palms over her erect nipples.
Carl squatted in front of Emma and grabbed her hips. He breathed against her clit and licked along her pussy lips. “Such a juicy pussy,” he growled.
Emma moaned and leaned against Peter, who stood behind her. She felt his bulging pants against her ass and remembered his massive cock from her previous encounters with him.
Christine also noticed the bulge in Peter’s pants and cupped it with her hand. He turned to her, and she squatted in front of him. She opened his pants and pulled out his huge cock.
Christine put her hand around his shaft and licked around his cock head. She stroked his cock and put more of Peter’s cock in her mouth. He growled softly.
Peter reached around Emma and squeezed one of her tits.
Carl continued licking along Emma’s outer pussy lips and back along her inner lips. He licked around her clit and down her labia again.
Emma gasped as he pushed his tongue into her pussy. She felt an orgasm building up.
Carl licked around her clit and sucked on it. He put two fingers into her pussy and curled his fingers.
“Oh, that’s good,” Emma moaned.
“Yes, come for us,” Christine whispered in Emma’s ear. She had let go of Peter’s cock and stood now behind Emma. “Lick her pussy, our horny little toy wants to come,” she encouraged Carl. Her voice was hoarse with arousal.
Emma pushed her hips into Carl’s face and leaned against Peter and Christine behind her.
Christine reached around Emma and squeezed one of Emma’s tits and pulled on her nipple. Peter continued to squeeze Emma’s other tit and nipple. Their attention to her breasts sent further waves of arousal through Emma’s body.
Carl, meanwhile, alternated between licking around Emma’s clit and sucking on it, sending ripples of pleasure through her body.
Emma squirmed her hips and groaned, “Yes, please, oh, I’m coming,” as her orgasm rolled over her.
Emma continued to lean on Peter and Christine as she gasped for air.
Peter and Christine continued to caress Emma’s breasts and tummy.
“Such a cute little slut,” snarled Peter.
“I fully agree,” said Christine. “Let’s see how good she really is.”
Christine grabbed the leash that was dangling from the collar around Emma’s neck and pulled Emma upright. “Let’s go over to the sofa,” she told Emma.
Christine stopped at the sofa, pulled her dress up over her hips, and reclined with her legs spread. “Kneel and return the favor to me that Carl did to you,” she ordered Emma.
Emma stared at Christine’s pussy and her small, neat brown landing strip and was frozen. Another turn of events that Emma had not anticipated. She had never been with a woman before. And now this admittedly hot woman asked her to lick her pussy.
“What are you waiting for?” Christine tore Emma from her thoughts. “Don’t you like what you see?”
“No, not at all. It’s just that I’ve never done anything like this before,” Emma said.
“Don’t pretend that you are that shy,” Peter told Emma. He had come over to her and pushed her down between Christine’s legs.
Emma slowly bent her head towards Christine’s pussy and smelled her musky pussy juices. She lightly kissed down Christine’s outer pussy lips and up on the other side. She breathed against Christine’s clit. She had never looked at a clit from so close. She found it very exciting and arousing.
Emma moved her tongue around Christine’s clit and then took it in her mouth and sucked on it. If someone did this to her, it always sent waves of pleasure through her. It seemed that Christine also liked it, gauging from her moaning.
“Oh, that feels good,” Christine gasped and grabbed Emma’s head, thrusting her pussy into Emma’s face.
Emma got more comfortable and licked through Christine’s folds and tasted Christine’s pussy juices. She pushed her tongue into Christine’s wet pussy and twirled her tongue inside her.
“You’re a fast learner,” Christine groaned.
She went back to Christine’s clit and licked over it, which produced another gasp from Christine. Emma kept licking around Christine’s clit before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it.
Simultaneously, Emma pushed two fingers into Christine’s pussy and fucked her with her fingers. When she curled her fingers, it pushed Christine over the edge.
Christine squeezed Emma’s head with her twitching thighs and screamed, “I’m coming!”
Emma prolonged Christine’s orgasm by keeping sucking on her clit and fucking her pussy with her fingers until Christine pushed back her head.
Christine lay panting on the sofa. “Wow, that was great,” she murmured. “You’re a very talented little toy,” she sneered.
When Christine had caught her breath, she looked up and said to Emma, „It seems the guys liked our show. I think your skills are required.”
„Come over here, our little toy’s all yours,” she told Carl and Peter.
The men had both their hard cocks out. From the look of it, they had indeed enjoyed watching Emma licking Christine’s pussy.
Carl and Peter came over to the sofa and stood on each side of Emma, with their throbbing cocks dangling in front of her face.
Emma took Carl’s cock in her hand and closed her mouth around his cock head. With her other hand, she grabbed Peter’s cock and stroked it. Then she switched and took Peter’s cock into her mouth while stroking Carl’s.
Carl grabbed Emma’s hips and pulled her to her feet. She let go of Carl’s cock, but despite being surprised by Carl’s move, she kept Peter’s cock in her mouth and continued licking around it. She was standing on her feet and leaning forward.
Carl moved behind her and spread her legs wider. He brought his cock to the entrance of her pussy and moved his cock head back and forth through her wet folds. When it was slick with her juices, he slowly pushed it into her, which made Emma moan onto Peter’s cock.
“Our little fuck toy seems to like it between your two cocks,” Christine sneered.
Peter smirked and took Emma’s head into his hands. He started to face fuck her. “It also feels good to fuck her face,” he replied.
“And darling, do you enjoy fucking her cunt?” Christine asked Carl.
“Yeah, it’s really great. Have a closer look,” Carl suggested.
Christine got up and stood next to Emma. She leaned on Emma’s back and grabbed her tits. She squeezed them and pulled on her nipples. “Do you enjoy yourself?” she whispered in Emma’s ear.
Emma moaned on Peter’s cock as Christine’s pulling on her nipples sent a shiver through her body.
“I take this as a ‘yes’,” Christine smirked and knelt.
Emma felt Christine’s tongue flicking over her clit, which made her gasp. She grabbed Peter’s thighs to steady herself as she felt an orgasm building up inside her.
Carl increased the speed of pounding her pussy, and Christine kept alternately licking around and sucking on her clit.
“Oh, yeah, that feels so good,” Carl exclaimed and slapped both Emma’s ass cheeks. The unexpected pain shot another shiver through Emma’s body into her pussy.
Emma pushed against Peter’s thighs to make him stop fucking her mouth so she could gasp for air as the orgasm washed over her. “Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me!” she cried.
Christine kept sucking on her clit, extending her orgasm further. Emma’s thighs trembled while Carl continued to fuck her pussy. She felt the next orgasm coming. “Fuck, yes, oh god!” she exclaimed when the orgasm ripped through her body. Her thighs twitched, and she leaned against Peter for support.
With her contracting pussy muscles, she milked Carl’s cock, and she felt him spurt his cum into her pussy with a loud groan.
Slowly, Emma came back from her bliss. She felt Carl slipping his cock out of her pussy and straightened up.
Christine also got up in front of her and turned to Peter. “Fuck me, Peter. I need a cock in my pussy after this exciting show by Carl and his sex toy,” she said in a husky voice.
Peter turned her around and bent her forward so she could grab the armrest of the couch. Christine put her legs a bit farther apart and stretched her ass out to him. Emma had a good view of Christine’s dripping pussy before Peter moved behind Christine and pushed his cock against the entrance of her pussy.
Emma stared fascinated at them when Peter slowly slid his big, throbbing cock into Christine’s pussy, which made Christine gasp.
“You’re so big,” she moaned. She continued moaning while Peter relentlessly pushed more and more of his cock into her pussy.
“Do you like what you see?” Carl asked her. “Let’s sit on the sofa for a better view.”
It was the first time that she saw someone else having sex directly in front of her without her being involved - as a voyeur, came to her mind. She found it fascinating and arousing.
Carl reclined on the sofa, pulling Emma down in front of him and had her lean against him. They faced Christine, who had her eyes closed, as Peter continued to push his cock into her pussy.
“Is he filling your pussy?” he asked Christine.
“Oh god, yes, he’s so big and spreads my pussy so wide,” she responded.
“Oh, fuck,” Christine gasped as Peter started to fuck her pussy.
Emma kept staring at Christine as Peter continued to fuck her. Christine’s face was distorted with lust, with her mouth hanging slightly open and her eyes shut.
Emma found it extremely arousing to watch them, and her hand moved to her pussy.
“It seems you like what you’re seeing,” Carl whispered in her ear and started to play with her breasts.
“Mhm,” Emma moaned.
“Continue to play with yourself,” he encouraged her.
“Oh, that feels so good, yes, fuck me hard,” Christine cried. “Yes, that’s it, I’m close, fuck me.”
While Emma continued to follow the fucking in front of her, her fingers moved faster over her clit as she felt an orgasm building up inside her.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Christine cried, and Peter growled as he continued to pound Christine’s pussy.
Listening to Christine and Peter pushed Emma over the edge, and her orgasm rolled through her.
“What a show!” said Carl behind her.
“Our little sex toy is indeed always good for a surprise,” smirked Peter when he had recovered.
“What have I missed?” asked Christine.
“She liked our fucking so much that she played with herself,” explained Carl.
Christine stood in front of Carl and Emma. “Did you also like what you saw?” she asked Carl.
“Yes, it was a great performance by the three of you,” he smirked.
Christine leaned forward and kissed Carl.
“Sorry guys,” Peter interrupted them, “but I’ve to go.”
“Oh, it’s indeed late,” Christine said. “Let’s call it a night.”
“Come on, let’s get your dress,” she told Emma, who followed Christine through the house to their playroom.
Christine opened and took off the cuffs one after the other. Afterwards, she handed Emma her dress, which she put on.
“I really enjoyed the evening,” Christine told Emma. “And I’d like to see you again – unfortunately, we didn’t have time for my playroom tonight,” she smirked. “By the way, we don’t need Peter for that; here’s my number.” She handed Emma a piece of paper. “Perhaps you want to bring your husband next time.”
Emma looked surprised at her. “I’ll check with him,” she said cautiously.
“Do that,” Christine replied. “Let’s go, the guys are waiting.
They went to the hallway where Carl and Peter were waiting.
“Francesco is waiting outside to drive you home,” Peter told Emma. “Have a good night, I’ll be in touch,” he smirked.
“Good night,” she said tersely and left the house. **
When she sat in the car on her way home, she looked back on the evening. It started with her apprehension, then followed the nice dinner and tasty food before she was being used as a sex toy by Peter and his friends – once again and once again, she debated with herself how she felt about it. It was degrading, but on the other hand, she found it very arousing, and she had several intense orgasms and some new, exciting experiences.
Her next thought was what she should tell Greg. She had promised to tell him everything, and she was also willing to do so. But she was not sure how open she should be about her feelings about these new experiences. It should not come as a surprise to Greg, given that she had confided to him before that she liked these sexual encounters.
“Are you okay?” asked Francesco. “We’re nearly there.”
She had been so deep in her thoughts that she did not realize that they had nearly reached her home.
“Yes, thanks,” replied Emma.
Francesco stopped the car, and she got out.
Emma let herself into the house and went into the living room, where Greg was waiting for her.
“Hi, are you okay?” Greg asked.
“Yes, I’m fine, a bit tired, to be honest, but otherwise okay,” Emma responded.
“What did he do to you?” Greg asked in a rather aggressive tone.
“We had dinner with a couple whom he’s befriended.”
“That was all?”
“No, afterwards we went to their house,” Emma said lowly.
“And what happened there?”
“We had sex.”
“All of you together?”
“Well, yes, sort of.”
“What do you mean, sort of?”
“We were somehow all involved, either participating or watching.”
“Shall I tell you the details?” Emma asked him.
“Did you like it?” Matt asked in response.
There was the question she was afraid to answer. She decided to be open again with Greg and said, “Yes, I did indeed like it.”
“What did you like most?”
“Well, licking a woman’s pussy was exciting, but I also liked watching the others having sex in front of me,” Emma recounted some of her experiences from earlier that evening.
Greg looked at her, speechless, given Emma’s revelations.
“Please say something,” she begged.
“I don’t know whether I still know who you are.”
“I’m still Emma, your wife. I love you!”
“I don’t like you to go on your own to some strangers and have sex with them,” Greg told her.
“Would you prefer to join me and take part?”
“What do you mean?”
“Christine, the woman I was with tonight, asked me to see her and her husband again and also bring you along,” Emma explained.
Greg looked surprised at Emma. “Are you making this up so I feel better?”
“No, I was also surprised when she asked me.”
“And your friend Peter would also join, I assume.”
“He’s not my friend, and Christine mentioned explicitly that Peter wouldn’t join,” Emma replied tersely.
“And what would happen if we met them?” Greg wanted to know.
“I don’t know, I assume we’d get to know each other and then see what would develop.”
“Okay, I’m still not sure how I feel about having sex with strangers and sharing you, but at least I’m in it with you.”
“Is this a ‘yes’?” Emma asked. “Shall I reach out to Christine?”
“Yes, okay, why not?” Greg said. “To be honest, you made me curious.”
Emma smiled at him, “That’ll be fun. I’ll reach out to her and arrange something.”
“I’d like to take a shower. Do you want to join me and fuck your wife?” Emma asked, turned around, and began to unzip her dress. While walking farther to the bathroom, she let her dress fall to the floor and took off her shoes.
Greg followed her and also got rid of his shirt and pants, so that they were both naked when Greg reached her at the bathroom door.
He hugged her from behind and kissed her on the mouth.
“You’re mine,” he whispered when he broke the kiss.
He kissed her neck and let his hands wander to her breasts and played with her nipples, which made her lowly moan. His hands wandered further over her tummy to her shaved mound.
“What happened to your landing strip?” he asked and circled with his finger over her mound, which sent a shiver through her body.
“Well, sometimes a change is also nice,” she smiled.
“I like both and also a change from time to time.”
Greg kissed her on the mouth and moved one hand further down and cupped her pussy. He slid one finger through her folds and up to her clit, which he circled slowly with his finger. Emma lowly groaned while they kissed.
With his other hand, Greg caressed her tummy and moved up to her breasts and squeezed them lightly. His finger circled her nipple, which got hard under his finger.
Greg’s cock was growing and pushing against Emma’s ass.
Emma broke their kiss. “Fuck my pussy,” she demanded. She leaned forward and grabbed the door frame to steady herself while pushing out her ass towards Greg.
Greg admired her firm ass and her puffy pussy lips. He slid his cock a few times through her slick labia before pressing his dick slightly against her moist pussy lips, but without entering her.
“Please, push your cock into my pussy,” she begged.
As he pushed his throbbing cock finally into her hot, wet hole, Emma gasped, “Oh, that feels so good.”
“I love to fuck your pussy. It belongs to me,” Greg growled and began to slowly fuck her pussy.
He increased the speed of his fucking and slapped Emma’s ass cheeks, which elicited a gasp from her.
“Yes, fuck me,” she encouraged him.
Greg thrust his cock with increased speed into Emma’s pussy while pushing his thumb against her slightly opened puckered hole. When he pushed his thumb further into her ass, Emma groaned lowly, and her breathing became ragged.
Greg pulled his cock out of her pussy and pressed it against her puckered hole, which slowly opened when he pushed his cock into Emma’s ass.
She gasped, “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” She grabbed the door frame harder with one hand and put her other hand on her clit and began to move it fast over it.
Greg started to fuck her ass faster and, with each thrust, pushed his cock deeper into her ass.
“Oh, yes, fuck my ass,” she cried.
“I love to fuck your tight ass, your ass belongs to me,” Greg growled.
“Come into my ass,” Emma shrieked.
“Oh, fuck,” Greg shouted and spurted his cum into her ass.
Emma continued to rub furiously her clit until an orgasm rolled through her body that made her thighs twitch.
Greg leaned breathless forward onto Emma, who also gasped for breath and held her tightly.
When Emma had recovered, she asked, “Do we now want to take a shower?”
“Sounds good,” Greg responded, and they went arm in arm into the bathroom.
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