I’ve been fucking Emma for about three months now and 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 and I liked her shapely figure, her bob cut blonde hair and her playful pale blue eyes. She struck me as a rich bitch, she wore a gold Rolex for instance and had loads of expensive rings on her dainty fingers, but I thought what the hell, she’s enjoying dancing with me and seems really fun loving. It was an extreme sort of bash, with a lot of booze and radical people around. After a few dances she suggested that we go and get a drink together. I’d seen her look over at this sheepish older guy who seemed to stare so long at her, but cast his eyes down whenever she checked on him. I guessed that he must be her husband and perhaps he didn’t dance. I said, ‘won’t your minder get upset?’ and she smiled alluringly and said, ‘oh he doesn’t matter.’
So we had the first of five drinks together and the other guy 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, and then she asked, ‘is the old guy bothering you? I’ll get rid of him.’ I knew she meant the minder and I suppose that I had been checking him over once in a while. I fancied the lady and 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 and told him to take a hike. Perhaps it was his bedtime I mused. I watched him slouch off without a word- as good as gold. When she came back I said, ‘your husband?’ and she nodded, passing me her glass for a refill. ‘But I’m bored with him and he knows that I will take a lover.’
I call it cock instinct, that lust surge you get 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 but slowly and her eyes were wide when she then said to me, ‘don’t worry…I won’t let him get 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, and then, momentarily, her thong as I pushed my fingers beneath its material and found her wet sex. I slid my fingers inside her slit and she gasped, before opening her mouth to my kisses again. ‘I want to go somewhere…’she breathed and 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 and told her. She smiled eagerly and said that was what she wanted too. She made a first call to a taxi firm to pick us up and 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 and the same sad old git reading on a camp bed. Emma locked the doors so that his destiny down the garden was complete and we went up to bed. The bedroom was swanky, richly done up with nice silk sheets. I undid Emm’s dress and it fell to the floor. I took off her bra but told her to keep the stilettos, stockings and suspender belt on, as it was sexier. Before I could decide what next, she dropped to her knees and lovingly took out my member. She licked it up and 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 and 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 about you.’ She rolled my condom on and 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, but 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 and 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, and 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 and out was mesmerising. Her breathing was now in rhythm with it all. Little whimpers escaped her lips and her lovely tits shook with the thrust, thrust, thrust of my tool. The nipples were bullet hard and every so often I swept my tongue across them.
Emma was definitely out of practice at fucking! She came so hard and so easily, within the next few minutes. She screamed with pleasure, a sound that must easily have been heard through the open window and 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 and longer. I stroked her hair, kissed her red lips and promised that I would take her through a few orgasms yet…there really was no hurry and by the morning, she would have a clearer view of what decent sex could be.
I realise that sounds so arrogant, but it was true. She was a novice at this and 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’ and she nodded, ‘with you I am’ she replied. ‘You are too classy for the old guy’ I confirmed, and she agreed, ‘yes…I see that now’. A few more pushes, faster and deeper now. ‘You really are so fuckable…’ I said in this aloof voice, and 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’ and this time we climaxed together. We locked hard 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 and this time two people breathing heavily-excited and relieved.
The sheath was bulging when I withdrew and she peeled it away. She smeared its contents around her pubes, across her wet lips. ‘One day soon I will have it inside me’ she whispered. I nodded. I guessed what she wanted to do next, what she and 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 and I watched her step out into the garden and then over to the summer house. By the light of the lamp I watched Roger tongue her slit nice and eagerly. She didn’t touch him, didn’t kiss him, just let him do it. I watched his mouth working on her cunt, sucking and lapping. She just looked down at him as though it was a boring little ritual. He had to do it, because that was what separated him and me. It was good when she got back to bed having locked the door again. She was cold and 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