edsoames
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Now and then Emily would tell Frank stories whilst in bed, she had discovered that it excited him. He needed the extra stimulus if they had already made love. She needed more than the three or so minutes it took him to release his load into to her. Emily's only other lover had been just as quick but his manhood was much longer and thicker than Frank's offering and that, combined with their heavy petting, was always enough to bring her to orgasm.
Late in their courtship, Frank had asked his soon to be bride if she was still a virgin and was initially upset when she told him about her one other boyfriend. Emily thought he was going to cry. She also noticed the excitement in his groin. Emily knelt between Frank's knees and unbuckled and then unzipped him. She teased him out of his underwear just in time for him to release over her cheek, neck and blouse. Emily had taken Frank's lead up till then and their mutual touching had been quite chaste.
On occasion during their almost thirty years of marriage Frank had asked Emily to make their bedroom fantasies a reality, and now, on the eve of her fiftieth birthday, she was making his deepest wish come true.
Some three months ago Frank was telling me he didn't know what to get Emily for her birthday. I joked about him wrapping me up for her. Frank laughed and then went rather pensive. After a large gulp of his *****, and after extracting an assurance from me that I wouldn't repeat what he was going to say, he told me about the bedroom stories and how he wanted Emily to, as he put it, spread her legs for someone else. He went on to tell me that every time someone flirted with Emily and every time someone rubbed against her on the dance floor or copped a feel of her tits it became the seed of that night's story. He even knew about the time I went too far and in a ******* stupor I put my hand up Emily's skirt.
Frank and I decided that me sending a flirty, early birthday card to Emily with the suggestion that I take her out for a meal was the way to go. If Emily declined then she and Frank could still use the idea as a story that night in bed. A week later Emily said yes but made it very clear that there were no promises to either me or Frank.
Ever the gentleman, I held the car door open for Emily as I watched her walk down the garden path, her ample breasts swinging slightly from side to side under the fine cloth of her blouse. The thought of the treasure beneath Emily's knee length floaty skirt threatened an erection. I kissed the back of her hand as she sat down.
I was going to wait until after our meal to make my first move, hoping to slowly seduce Emily as we ate our meal and drank our wine. However I could see Frank looking out of the window and I sensed Emily was both relaxed and excited so I suggested we let Frank see us kissing before we drove off. As we kissed my hand alighted first on Emily's knee and meeting no resistance I inched my way up her silky smooth thigh. Emily's legs parted slightly for me to hook a finger under the gusset of her panties, pull them to one side and slide my middle finger into her wet and very willing cunt. A dog walker appeared so we unclinched and Emily straightened her skirt. After he passed I put my finger to her lips so she could taste her pussy. I told Emily to remove her panties. She complied just as Frank appeared at their front door. I told her it would excite Frank if she were to drop them out of the car. She did, just as Frank started running towards us. I suspected he had changed his mind so I gunned the car to drown his words then drove off. In the rear view mirror I saw him pick Emily's panties up and put them in his pocket. My finger was not going to be my only appendage to feel the hot wet tightness of his wife's cunt today.
We ate Italian, in the restaurant of the hotel at which I had booked a room, mainly feeding each other finger food. We talked of Frank's fantasies and of Emily's desires. She told me that she was keener to feel another man inside her than she had told Frank. She said she couldn't cheat so it had to be his idea and it was important to her that he believed she was only ever going to allow herself to be taken by other men if it was to please him. I questioned Emily's use of 'taken'. She told me Frank was a gentle lover. Emily also admitted to feeling a trifle guilty even though she had not just permission but actual encouragement from Frank. I asked Emily if it would assuage her guilty feelings if I was insistent and ********, and not take no for an answer. Emily blushed and nodded. Emily added that if I hadn't been ***** the first time I had my hand up her skirt I might have realised I could have taken her there and then.
Emily revealed that she had never felt a man's lips or tongue between her thighs. Just once did she kiss her first lover's cock. She felt him twitch and pulled away just as he sprayed her face. Some of his cum landed on her lips and to her surprise she didn't dislike the taste. Frank had never asked her to use her mouth to pleasure him. She added, face glowing red, that she supposed that I would want to make her suck me and ***** her to swallow what I pumped down her throat. I realised then that she was being sexually aroused by being, for her, risqué and coquettish, enjoying and embracing the exquisite agonies of embarrassment. To add to Emily's pleasure and discomfort I leaned across the table to slowly and sensually undo two of her blouse buttons, stroking her breasts with the back of my hand as I did so. The waiter stumbled over his words as he asked if we wanted coffee.
A couple of ****** at the bar then up to our room. I pushed Emily against the door and kissed her passionately. Emily lifted her skirt at my demand as I opened her blouse and pulled her bra up to expose her tits. Two of my fingers slid into Emily's cunt. Her legs were buckling as we inched our way to the bed. We were naked by the time I laid her on her back. My cock was poised to thrust into her. Emily's inner slut was making her too easy. I told her most husbands change their mind at this point so she might be about to cheat rather than be a shared wife. Emily tried to push me off her and said she had better call Frank. I was already up to the hilt, deep in her fuck hole pounding away as she tried to push me off. Then Emily's body betrayed her as I used one hand to hold hers above her head and the other to caress her breasts. I whispered of other ways I was going to use her body as she climaxed. Emily held me tight to her as she tried to catch her breath. She started to ask if I had cum too but I cut her off by putting my finger to her lips before pulling out of her. I lay on my back pushing Emily's head down. At first hesitant, Emily soon found where and how her mouth was having the best effect. l was already very close, she sent me over the edge when she looked me straight in the eye licked some precum off her lips and took me as far back into her mouth as she could manage. I held Emily's head there as my cum filled her mouth. I let go when she started to gag. Emily caught her breath then licked the last of the cum from the end of my cock. I kissed her full on the lips before she laid her head on my stomach and idly played with my flaccid cock.
Then she sobbed. I was ready for this, it's amazing how many previously faithful middle aged woman cry after being fucked by someone new. I started to console her but she told me I was misunderstanding. Emily told me yes, she was ashamed of herself for allowing herself to be such a slut. Emily also said she was feeling guilty because Frank, without saying so, seemed to be backtracking. She knew that if she had asked him outright before she left the house he would have told her not to go out with me. Emily said she could deal with the regret and her shame, is was that she had wasted thirty years waiting for a man to use her like I just had that had set her crying.
Emily turned her phone on and was greeted by a cacophony of text notifications and missed call messages. Frank was pleading in text after text for Emily not to go through with it, as was each of the voicemails. By the end she was feeling Frank was quite pathetic. She sent a terse message back telling him it was too late, that he had better get used to her being taken and that she would see him in the morning.
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