34 comments/ 104893 views/ 16 favorites Emma's Night Out By: upthedump She was quite a good looking woman in her late thirties though she looked much younger. She had been married, it seemed, for ever and had a twelve year old son and a husband to whom she had been absolutely faithful for twenty years. Emma had worked her way up with the same employers for most of her working life and was now PA to one of the directors. She was a level-head, fair minded woman and popular amongst the men even though she was never really flirty with them. Her low-key attraction to the opposite sex, which she never even seemed aware of, made her a bit less popular with the other women in the office. Although all the girls got on well enough there seemed to be a bit of jealousy that no matter how much they flirted , no matter how coyly suggestive they might be, Emma seemed to get all the attention from the men though she hardly seemed aware of it. What seemed to annoy the girls and intrigue the men was that that she was very mysterious in her ways. It wasn't that she had dark secrets or a notorious past, it was just her way. Where many men and women would boast about their conquests, it was Emma's quiet, enigmatic reserve that somehow implied a deep and secret eroticism. She was quite a private person and while she was absolutely open about anything and everything to do with work, her private life was her own and few people in the office knew much about her, except that she seemed to have some money of her own and that her interests were quite highbrow, though no-one would call her a snob. In fact one of the attractions of Emma was that she treated everyone with the same friendliness, from the cleaners to the directors. Though she almost seemed unaware of it Emma had the most fantastic figure that had hardly changed from her teenage years. Even at the age of thirty-eight she still had a good complexion, long, slender smooth legs, a shapely bum and the most fantastic breasts... In fact they were absolutely stunning. 32F, full and firm with nipples that seemed permanently erect. Childbearing had given her belly a bit of a bump that she had never been able to quite get rid of but it just seemed to enhance her fabulous hour-glass figure. Strangely enough, she never seemed aware of just how superb her breasts were and was in fact, if anything, a little embarrassed by them. For one thing, they made buying clothes difficult. Her tits, however, had been what first attracted her husband to her when they first met in London where she was a student in 1972. At that time she was going out in a desultory kind of way with his best friend but within a couple of days and after a few frantic phone calls, she found herself alone with him on a Wednesday evening in early autumn in a pub on the Euston Road. At the end of the evening he had his hand under her tight, pale blue jumper fondling her left breast as they kissed goodbye, and that Saturday he fucked her for the first time in the corner of a wheat field near his parents house in Kent. They were married next Spring and to begin with sex was OK but nothing to write home about. Despite her all too obvious assets Emma's rather too strict country upbringing had made her a bit diffident and three years in London had loosened her up only a little. Besides, they were both working too hard to think much about it. Her career and his business came first and they always seemed too tired to make much effort. Eight years later they had their first and only child and things went downhill from there. She was always tired from trying to juggle a career and a young child and he was increasingly busy with a business that he was struggling to keep afloat. They had a few close friends but hardly ever went out and rarely seemed able to relax. James seemed to spend more and more time at the works, often not coming home until ten or eleven at night. Bob Foden, their oldest friend, was a civil servant, slightly older than Emma and James, and it was well known that he had long been involved in a half-hearted affair with a much younger girl in his office. His wife Annie probably guessed what was happening but chose not to believe her worst fears. A manipulative man, Bob thought he could distract attention from his own rather sordid little affair by spreading malicious and completely unfounded rumours about his friends non-existent extra-marital behaviour. Slowly he put the idea into Emma's head that James's long evening absences were due not so much to pressure of work as to the effort he was putting into Nicole Bundy, the young, attractive but totally vacuous, empty-headed lab assistant at the factory. It was well known at the works that Nicole was a bit of a slut and had a crush on James, but it was never reciprocated - he didn't fancy her in the least and Nicole wasn't too worried; give or take an inch one man was much the same as the next to her. At home on her own, though, Bob's insinuation had taken root in Emma's mind and over the next few weeks doubts about James's faithfulness turned to anger. Under normal circumstances there would have been no way that Emma would have discussed her fears with anyone but, as luck would have it, a few days earlier a temp, Christine, had arrived in Emma's office and one way or another, despite the fact that Christine was more than ten years younger than Emma, they seemed to hit it off. Over coffee in the executive restaurant Emma confided in Christine, who had recently had problems of her own. Her husband had had numerous affairs and she was in the midst of very messy divorce proceedings. Christine was a very nice looking, gregarious girl who in her youth had pretty freely put herself about around the clubs in Bristol, and, still only twenty-seven years old, she found it quite easy to slip back into her old ways. To get her own back on her husband she was once again out most nights in the local clubs and bars looking for one night stands and making no secret of it. She had never found any difficulty picking up men and suggested to Emma that she too should go and pick up some guy to fuck, just to get even with James. Christine said she could make a few phone calls and arrange a double date for them with a couple of blokes at the Studebaker club in town for the following Saturday. At first it seemed a ridiculous idea – just not the sort of thing Emma would ever even dream of doing - and she simply treated it as a joke. But over the next few days her resentment against James continued to grow and so it was that at just after eight o'clock the following Saturday evening Christine and Emma got a taxi in to town while James was forced to stay at home looking after the child. Emma told James where she was going but not why. She just said that Christine had invited her out for a drink and she was going out to relax, something she had not had the opportunity to do with him for years. She said nothing else but she hoped he would get the picture, and that it would hurt him. Though angry, Emma's mind was torn: she was pretty sure that James had been fucking Nicole at work but only had Bob's word on that, and deep down she knew that Bob was trouble. She almost chickened out at the last moment and as a sort of compromise with herself she kissed James goodbye and promised him she would be home a little after midnight. "It's OK," she told herself, "I'll just meet this guy that Chrissy has set me up with, have a few drinks, perhaps a dance and a bit of a laugh, then we'll get a taxi home. If James has been playing around then I'll just let him imagine the worst, but if he hasn't then perhaps one day I'll confess that nothing happened when I went out with Christine." Emma had dressed for the part. Across her breasts she wore a very low neck blue-grey and black crossover top held together with a tie around the waist, and as she moved, her fabulous breasts wobbled gently in the confines of the black, lace-edged bra that showed slightly above the edges of her top. A large turquoise stone on a heavy silver chain nestled in here cleavage. As she got out of the taxi, rather frightened as to what might happened to her later that evening, she breathed deeply and involuntarily. As she did so her breasts rose and fell sharply, bulging from the constriction of her bra and forcing her erect nipples into the thin material of her top. Her skirt was also a sort of cross-over design, short but not too short, five inches above her knees, plain black and tight with a zip in the back and three large but inconspicuous buttons up the side. On the few occasions that they had gone out together James had asked that she wore stockings rather than tights, though she always wore tights to work. James had said that when they fucked on the sofa her stocking tops, the suspender straps and the lacy bottom edge of the basque she sometimes wore formed a sort of frame around the mound of her cunt. He liked the coolness of her naked thighs above her stockings brushing against his cheeks as he flicked her clitoris with his tongue or licked the lips of her cunt while rhythmically stroking two fingers deep inside her. Emma secretly loved wearing thongs; nothing made her feel quite so sexy, but she never wore them out of the house, not even with James. She said she felt undressed in public as if she had no knickers on at all. Sometimes when she went to the local bar with James she would take her favourite thong with her in her handbag – a little black one with a delicate diamontine back – and as soon as they got home she would slip into the bathroom and change into it, hoping that James would think she had had it on all evening. She knew that James was always turned on by the thought of her wearing it while he fucked her from behind, with the thong pulled aside and stretched across her ass. Tonight though, as she got out of the taxi, she was wearing her black lace thong and she felt really wicked, fearful and fabulous. Beneath her skirt she could feel the cool nakedness of her bum in the night air and with every step she took it was as if a man's fingers were gently stroking the inside of her thighs and the smooth cleavage of her ass. She had toyed with the idea of wearing one of the basques that James had bought her over the years. She knew that he found them incredibly erotic and she knew that the thought of her fucking an absolute stranger while wearing one would really hurt him. Emma decided that perhaps that would be too much punishment and tried on instead an ordinary suspender belt but decided it was a bit common; every slut in the club that night would probably be wearing one, she thought. Eventually she decided on the deep, black lace Rigby & Speller waspie that her husband had bought her last Christmas. It perfectly matched her bra, pinched in her waist beautifully giving her hips a slope to die for, and hid the slight bulge of her belly. Fleetingly, she could imagine, later that night, the pressure of a mans hands sliding up and down the elasticated lace sides of her waspie as he rocked her backwards and forwards on her knees, fucking her hard from behind, doggy style. On her legs she wore long, 10 denier seamed black stockings held up by the six wide suspenders on her waspie, and on her feet she wore a new pair of strappy black shoes with ludicrously high heels that she had only bought that afternoon. Unused to wearing such high heels, she tottered a little, but this only made her throw back her shoulders, displaying even more fully her fabulous breasts and made her stick her bum out more to balance, which always gives a woman in high heels an incredibly sexy posture. Even Emma, who was really never aware of just how sexy she really was, suddenly felt good and she could feel the eyes of the six or so black guys waiting outside the club boring into her, running up her thighs as she got out of the taxi, and her cunt tingled as she imagined what they would like to do to her. As Christine led her into the club and down the stairs Emma's mind was in turmoil. She felt angry with James but she was doubtful that what she was doing was right. She felt so sexy too, she desperately wanted a man... she suddenly realized that it was no longer that she simply wanted revenge on James, she just wanted to be picked-up, chatted-up, seduced, fondled and fucked senseless by someone she didn't know... over and over again if she could. Her resentment was no longer over James' alleged affair; she had already realized as they drove into town in the taxi that that was all nonsense, just a malicious evil rumour started by the despicable Bob Foden. She wanted to make up for lost time. She was thirty-eight now and wanted to regain some of her youth, to go out and have a ball like she had never, except very occasionally, been able to with James because he was always too busy with his failing bloody business. She had told him years ago he should sell up and get a proper job, but he was so obstinate. But then there was the child to be considered, and she did sort-of still love James even though it was perhaps just force of habit. Perhaps she still had time to chicken out and rush back home. Or perhaps she should stay and last the evening out and just have a bit of harmless fun, maybe a couple of drinks, before going back to the monotony of life. At the bar Christine ordered two large white house wines and looked around. She had arranged to meet Steve, a guy she had gone out with a couple of times in the past and his mate Alex whom she had never met and who was to be Emma's blind date, at 8:45. It was now well past nine and they hadn't arrived yet. The girls had another drink, and another, and warded off the advances of a couple of the predatory young black guys who were always sniffing around the unattached white girls in the club, hoping to get laid on the strength of the myth about the size of their dicks. Christine knew better. She had been fucked by a few of the local black guys in the past before she knew better and she knew they didn't have much finesse . Nor were they that big. She liked to have her vagina licked and fingered for a while to make her really moist but all these guys seemed to want to do was roll her over, spit on her ass and butt-fuck her. So, while they waited they had another drink. This time Emma had a large rum and blackcurrant because it reminded her of her teenage days in London while Chrissy had something sweet and strong out of a bottle. By this time they were both pretty pissed and giggly, seated at the bar. Emma was perched on a high chair and was by now totally unaware that every time she moved she exposed a luscious length of stocking top, or that when she bent forward to whisper something wicked into Christine's ear her huge breasts bulged provocatively from her top, exposing just the very tops of the dark areolas that surrounded her prominent nipples. The club had become very noisy and smoky and the girls had to shout above the din to make themselves heard. Even then they were so drunk that they didn't really know what they were on about and frequently collapsed into fits of hysteric giggles. By now her work associated simply would not have recognized Emma. All the reserve and coolness had gone; she was bright and bouncy and loud and funny; very drunk and very, very provocative. Then the guys finally arrived just after ten. Both worked up at the University and both had been working late. Steve was thirty years old, good enough looking but fairly ordinary and liked to say he was the University property services manager. In fact he was in charge of the cleaners. Alex was only twenty-eight, worked in I.T. and at five foot ten inches was an inch shorter than Emma in her heels. Dark haired and always smiling he, like Steve, was well dressed in a casual way but not posey like a lot of the other guys in the club. After work they had stopped for a couple of drinks in the Students Union bar before coming on to the club and that was why they were late. Alex knew he was lined up for a blind date but thought it was just a joke.... Steve was pulling his leg. Christine introduced everyone as best she could, given the noise and her state of intoxication, and Emma's tummy had turned to lead. This was it now! How was the evening going to work out and what would she do? If she wasn't so drunk she might have panicked. As it was she stood up, flung both arms round Alex's neck, spilling her third rum and black over his shoulder, gave him a large very wet kiss on the right cheek and said "Hi Alixsh... I guesh you're mine for the night." The next couple of hours were a bit of a haze. Christine, Emma and Alex continued to drink but Steve didn't. He'd driven down into town and anyway had to be off to his parents home in Birmingham early in the morning. They left the bar and went into the lounge, which was filled with deep red sofas arranged in groups of three like little, discrete cubicles. They had a little cubicle to themselves where Steve and Chistine sat in one sofa while Emma and Alex sat opposite. Steve and Chrissy chatted and cuddled in the unselfconscious way that old lovers do, while, to begin with at least, Emma and Alex sat at opposite ends of the other sofa and chatted in an embarrassed kind of way. Alex had already been told about Emma and her problems and gradually they moved closer as their initial inhibitions fell away and they got fed up with shouting above the din. Alex went to the bar for another drink and when he came back he sat closer to Emma, putting his arm along the sofa above her shoulder. As they chatted with increasing intimacy he drew his left arm round her shoulder and occasionally touched her right knee with his other hand. All the while he couldn't keep his eyes from her gorgeous breasts and he was desperate to bury his head in her cleavage. He knew, though, that she was a married women - and an older married woman at that - and was in two minds as to what he was supposed to do. He knew what he wanted to do... there and then if he could. As the evening wore on she told him about life with James, how she had sacrificed so much for him and how she thought he might be cheating on her but couldn't be sure. As he talked and listened Alex became angrier and angrier inside, while at the same time he was overcome with an absolute animal lust for this amazing creature with the fabulous breasts who sat beside him. He was as jealous as hell of James and he wanted Emma... desperately. Not for ever though... he wasn't into relationships.... he just wanted to take her from him, to make his mark, to make that bastard James sickeningly jealous so that he could never again say that Emma was his and his alone. Meanwhile Emma was still in turmoil. She liked Alex well enough, but was she prepared to go through with her plan and probably destroy her marriage? She thought not, but as he bent again to whisper in her ear his hand slid up her leg beneath her skirt and the tips of his fingers gently stroked the lace top of her stocking, her resolve weakened. She didn't show it though and withdrew from him quickly, but with a coy smile. In the tension that followed he didn't know what to do, but Emma suggested that they dance. It was a sixties evening and the band was playing 'I Heard it Through the Grapevine'. On the dance floor she held him very close, her breasts pushed hard into his chest so that he could feel the pressure of her nipples through her bra. As they moved her breasts rose and fell and she was breathing deeply. He kissed her gently but deeply and his hands fell from her shoulders to her hips and found the outline of her waspie. The sensation was electric as he traced the line of her suspenders and his cock stiffened, growing in power quickly to the strongest hard-on he had ever experienced. Emma felt the pressure against her cunt and rocked her hips almost imperceptibly, smiling cheekily at him through her lashes as she did so. Then she backed away a little, allowing him to adjust his trousers so that his erection would not show as they left the floor. In the near dark of the dance hall his hands spread across her buttocks pulling her close to him, his fingers finding, through her skirt, the thin black elastic of her thong. For a moment the gyration of her hips intensified as he pressed his fingers deep between the cheeks of her ass and then the music stopped. For a moment they looked at each other with a kind of panicky embarrassment, but Emma knew she was lost. It was half past twelve and Steve said it was time to go. He had things to do in the morning and wanted to get away. The girls had intended to get a taxi home but Steve said that as his car was parked in the multi-storey just down the road he would give them a lift, dropping Emma of first because she was closest. It was only a ten minute journey home. Emma's Night Out In the car Emma and Alex sat in the back seat and he was all over her immediately. She lay back a little and their mouths opened and tongues touched... teasingly at first but then deeper and more fiercely. With her left hand she undid the belt that secured her crossover top, fully exposing her enormous breasts. His hand was on her left breast greedily squeezing, stroking and caressing it, then his fingers gently teased her nipples out of the stiff black lace of her bra. Both hands were on her tits now, forcing them together and upwards as he lowered his head, first burying it in the softness of her cleavage then sucking and flicking her nipples with the tip of his tongue. While Alex worked on her breasts Emma, lying back and sighing with ecstasy, stroked the back of his head with her right hand while with her left she deftly undid the three buttons down the side of her short skirt. Free of the constriction of the tight skirt Emma drew up her knees and opened her legs wide, the high heels of her shoes close together on the edge of her seat. Somehow she worked her open skirt up to her waist, showing the fabulous curves of her hips exaggerated by the black lace waspie. Her black suspenders, tight around the curve of her bum, were contrasted against the white skin of her thighs by the light of the street lamps as they sped along the London Road. Framed by her stockings and suspenders, Emma's tiny thong glistened from her already moist cunt as she gently moved the elastic aside and began to finger her clitoris. When she opened her legs, Alex lowered his right hand and was now stroking the cool white skin of Emma's inner thigh above her stocking tops, getting teasingly closer to the now swollen lips of her cunt with every stroke. Then he was inside her. First one finger, then two, then three, forcing her apart but sliding easily in the warm welcoming wetness of her vagina. With a regular, powerful motion he stroked his fingers in and out, pushing them in deep, beyond the knuckles till they would go no farther. Involuntarily he grunted with pleasure as Emma gave intense, ecstatic little screams and sighs. Emma was still rubbing her clitoris, faster now, while Alex, still sucking hungrily on her breasts and with his fingers working her cunt , probed her ass with his little finger until, with a great sigh, Emma relaxed and he entered her, his little finger working in time with the three fingers in her vagina. Then she realised that the car had stopped. They were near her home and had parked-up in a clearing in a little group of trees beside the road on the edge of what was a small nature reserve. It was no more than a hundred yards from Emma's house and had she looked, she would have seen the house lights flickering through the trees. In her drunken and excited state it had taken her a little while to realise they had stopped and when she eventually looked up she saw Christine straddled sideways across the front passenger seat with one leg resting on the back of the drivers seat and the other propped on the dashboard. Her bright red panties were around her left ankle and Steve was eating her cunt. Confined within his Chinos, Alex's dick was in agony with the hardest, most intense erection he had ever had. Without relaxing the attention he was giving Emma, he managed with his left hand to unbuckle his belt, undo the zip and wriggle down his Chinos a little way, far enough to free his rock hard dick. Alex was quite a big guy, nearly eight inches, but James was well endowed too so Emma was not surprised by its size. Like James, too, Alex had not been circumcised and the strength of his erection was forcing the head of his penis out of his foreskin. Emma decided it was time for Alex to have some pleasure, so, sitting up slightly but still with her legs wide apart and while still furiously fingering her clitoris she grasped the shaft of his cock and began to masturbate it with long hard strokes. After half a dozen strokes she had fully pulled back his foreskin as Alex threw back his head with a long, deep groan of pleasure. While Alex lunged his hips forwards, Emma continued to wank him off, occasionally running her fingers down the length of his shaft, cupping his swollen balls in her hand and tracing little circles with her fingers under his scrotum while he shuddered with pleasure. Then she climbed onto him. Straddling his waist with her knees on the seat, her legs wide apart so that he too could open his legs a little in order that his balls were free... so that his balls could bounce a little on the seat as she rode him... she lowered herself onto his cock. With one hand on his shoulder to steady herself she used the fingers of her other hand to open the lips of her vagina as the swollen, purple head of his erect cock entered her. A wave of intense, unutterable pleasure pulsed through her as she felt the walls of her vagina stretch wide as his head was forced in, and then her pussy lips closed over his shaft. For the first few strokes she bounced gently on her knees with the head of his cock just inside her, rhythmically stretching the most sensitive area of her vagina. She continued like this for a while, masturbating his cock head with her cunt, lubricating it with her vaginal juices. Then she rode him harder... long, slow strokes, going right down until his whole length was inside her and she could feel the hairs of his balls brushing her bum, then up, gripping his shaft tightly with her vagina so that she almost lifted him up, making his balls bounce on the velour seat cover. Glancing in the mirror while Christine licked his balls in the front seat, his trousers and boxers down around his ankles, Steve could see Emma's gorgeous ass riding Alex's cock. Her little black thong was stretched across her right ass cheek, her black skirt was now right up around her waist and in the mirror Steve could see Alex's hands around Emma's bum, his fingers under the suspender straps of her waspie as he rhythmically lifted her up and then forced her down hard onto his cock. As she moved up, Steve could see the red lips of Emma's cunt stretched around Alex's bloated shaft. They were going faster now, Emma bouncing furiously on her knees whimpering and groaning while Alex lunged into her, his hands gripping her bum tightly, bouncing her up and down almost as if he were wanking himself off with her cunt. He was breathing hard now, and grunting with animal pleasure. Emma had shrugged off her loose top so that it was wide open at the front and lying low across her back and her upper arms. She still wore her bra but the left strap had dropped over her shoulder and, with the attention they had got from Alex's mouth and hands, both her tits were fully exposed. Her enormous, heavy breasts were hard and firm with lust and looked even bigger and more glorious than ever, pushed upwards and forwards by her rumpled bra. Her nipples, with their broad, dark areolas, were erect and aching, and as she rode his cock her breasts bounced seductively and her nipples brushed his chest and face. Supporting herself with one hand against the back of the seat she used her free hand to fondle her breasts and then pushed first one nipple then the other into his mouth. Alex sucked greedily opening his mouth wide to take in more of her silky soft breast while he circled her nipple with his tongue. Emma's ecstasy was overwhelming. As Alex sucked her tits and fucked her with increasing violence every inch of her body tingled with an intense electric pleasure she had just never known before. At that moment she knew that she would do anything, she had given up her body to Alex and she just wanted him completely. As his prick drove deeper and faster into her, her vagina tightened around his shaft and she felt herself lose control of her mind and body, her nails dug into his shoulders, she whimpered and screamed, gasping and whispering into Alex's ear obscene words she didn't even realize she knew. She just wanted to fuck him and fuck him and fuck him. Just then, glancing in the mirror again, Steve saw Alex's hands slide further around Emma's bum. Quite forcefully, he pulled her cheeks apart and then, after moistening the middle finger of his right hand with the cunt juices that were dribbling down his shaft, he slowly circled his finger around Emma's butt hole before penetrating her ass. Emma offered no resistance as he fingered her ass. No one, not even James, had ever done that to her before... it made her feel dirty, she was excited by it and she loved it. Anal fingering always heightened Alex's arousal too. One of the girls he had met at the club a couple of weeks ago had finished up back at his flat and while he fucked her doggy style over the arm of the sofa he forced his thumb into her ass. She hadn't liked it much but Alex had come almost immediately. The extra pressure was bringing him to the peak of arousal now, too. His shaft was getting harder and harder as he fingered her ass and he could feel his foreskin stretched below the swelling head of his cock. Alex gasped, his head squeezed between Emma's bouncing tits. "Oh shit, oh shit, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come! oh fuck, oh no, oh fuck; oh, ah, no, oh fuck...." "No!" said Emma. Her mind might have been swept away by her lust for Alex's cock and confused by alcohol but she didn't want that. Not yet. With her right hand she grasped the base of Alex's shaft and squeezed it firmly as she climbed off him - a trick a girlfriend had told her long ago and which she often used on James, who otherwise always came too soon. Reading her mind, Alex knelt on the back seat, stroking his cock. On her knees and elbows, Emma moved forwards and opened her mouth. As she pulled back his foreskin tightly with her right hand and lowered her moist lips over the head of his cock Emma's other hand gently cupped Alex's balls, stroking them in rhythm as she bobbed her head on the end of his cock. Slowly she extended her fingers down under his balls until the tip of her middle finger just tickled the hairs of his ass. As she stroked the delicate skin of his scrotum Alex's pleasure was exquisite. Out of control, his hips lunged forwards as he forced his cock further and further into her mouth with every stroke. Emma's left hand was on his balls again now, squeezing and stroking while the fingers of her other hand were around his shaft wanking him furiously. As she jacked him off with her hand Emma's mouth was working on him too, her head bobbing up and down with increasing speed while her lips and tongue slobbered over the head of his dick and her saliva dribbled down his shaft. Slowing down, she looked up into his eyes teasingly as she lowered her mouth to lick his balls, sucking each in turn and then running her tongue along the taught stretch of skin that separated them. Then she moistened her tongue and licked the length of his shaft from his balls to the sensitive triangle of tight flesh below the head that attached his foreskin. With exquisite delicacy the tip of her tongue explored the underside of his dick head and all the while her fingers stroked his balls. Quickly wanking his shaft again Emma circled the ring of his dick head with her tongue and suddenly he was in her mouth again and she was sucking his cock hard. Gradually she lowered her head and with a series of gulps she had deep-throated his cock, sliding her tongue along the underside as she buried her nose in his pubic hair. As her head moved up and down she stroked the entire length of his cock with her lips, leaving a little ring of red lipstick near the base. All the while she tickled the underside of his balls with the tips of her fingers, and as she did so she felt his balls tighten. Sliding the length of his dick out of her throat Emma gasped and leaned back. As she did, Alex changed position and was straddled across her chest with her tits squeezed between his thighs and his engorged dick resting in her cleavage. All the while Alex's hips were rocking gently in anticipation of what was to come and, circling her nipples with his thumbs he squeezed Emma's fabulous tits together around his prick. As he lunged forwards Emma's tongue flicked out to caress him. The tip of her tongue penetrated the tight slit in the end of his dick and Emma smiled up at Alex. Changing position again, Alex rose up on his knees and moved forwards slightly, grasping his prick and pointing it towards her mouth which she opened in submission. "I don't want you to come in my mouth" she said, but Alex just groaned as his cock stretched her mouth open and her lips slid over his shaft. One of his hands was behind her head, pushing it forwards as he fucked her face while the other squeezed and pummelled her right breast. Emma's hands grasped Alex just above his hips, pulling him into her. Her own hips were moving with desire and as she rose and fell with Alex kneeling over her tits her left nipple brushed against the underside of his balls. The sensation was too much for her and she was desperate... she wanted him deep inside of her, fucking her like crazy. As Emma sucked his cock in the back of the car Alex suddenly realized what was happening to him - here he was, fucking the brains out of a married woman - and the thought turned him on more than the tight little bodies of the younger girls he had fucked in the past ever had. This was illicit, dirty and thrilling... it wasn't just another one night stand, he was stealing someone else's property, he was stealing and ruining someone else's wife, defiling her... and he loved it. He wanted to kneel over her and drop his load over her tits, splashing his cum over her nipples and face and hair and over her undercloths. "There you are James, you fucking bastard, that's what I think of you... I've fucked your wife and left my mark on her you'll never be able to say she's yours again. She's been unfaithful and I made her do it... she'll never be the same again... fuck you James! Every time you see your wife's glorious bloody tits you'll remember that some other man had emptied his load all over them and she had groaned in ecstasy while he did it." Alex was moving fast again and panting wildly. "I'm going to come over your tits" he panted, "oh Jesus, I'm gonna drop my load all over your fuckin' tits... all over your gorgeous fuckin' tits." Emma wanted more. "No" she whispered, releasing his dick from her mouth and letting saliva dribble down her chin and down into his pubic hair, "I want you to come inside me, inside me, deep inside me." She lay back with her shoulders against the door of the car and her legs raised. She was breathing hard and her breasts were rising and falling voluptuously, stretching the skin around her nipples. Soaking wet and stretched tightly across her ass, her little black thong was irritating so she reached down and tried to pull it off. She managed to get it over her right ankle but the lace caught on the buckle of her other shoe so she left it hanging there. She opened her legs wider and her fingers slipped down to her vagina. As she fingered her cunt and stroked her clitoris she looked up at Alex in desperation. Jesus, how she wanted him inside her. With her feet on the seat and her knees wide apart she raised her wide exposed vagina slightly and moved it forwards, offering it to Alex's dick. Alex was on his knees stroking his shaft. With his free hand he forced his fingers into her expectant cunt and stroked them round inside her vagina, making them moist and sticky. Then he wiped the vaginal juices over the head of his cock as a lubricant. As he moved forwards, forcing his erect cock down towards her waiting cunt she grasped it and directed it towards her pouting lips. As he forced it into her cunt she used both hands to hold open the pink lips of her vagina and she gave a long, long sigh as he pushed in for his first stroke... about half the length of his cock. Then he withdrew and pushed it in again, savouring the slight pain as the thickness of his head passed through. Now he was right inside her. His head was thrown back and her eyes were closed with her head to one side and an ecstatic smile on her lips. He fucked her gently at first with slow, halting strokes, but then faster and deeper. She picked up the rhythm and soon their hips were thrusting in unison. They were panting and groaning, the power of his thrusts was forcing her bum deep into the upholstery of the seat and her eyes were open wide now, and wild with delight. Her mouth was wide open in awe and she was moaning.. "Oh, oh, fuck, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, oh no, no , oh.. no.. yes fuck me, oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... fuck me Alex, fuck me..." While she locked her legs around his waist with the long heels of her shoes touching behind his back, he put his hands under her bum and dragged her towards him, burying his dick deeper in her vagina. Moving his hands to her waist he lifted her clear of the seat, her cunt impaled on his prick and with just her shoulders on the cushions. His hips were moving only slightly now but with his grasp on Emma's waist he was pushing and pulling the whole length of her body onto his prick, smashing into her. Her head was thrashing from side to side, she was screaming in absolute ecstasy and her huge tits were bouncing into her face at every stroke. Changing position slightly he let one leg slip onto the floor of the car. Releasing his grasp on Emma's waist he let her bum rest on the cushions and grasped her legs just above her ankles, savouring the silky softness of her stockings. Swinging his hips hard now he could hold her legs wide open and fuck her with long, deep strokes. Faster and faster he entered her with the full length of his prick, his balls smacking against her ass with every lunge. It was a fabulous sensation and as he rolled her upwards a little more it became even more intense. Now her ankles were resting on his shoulders, her pointed, high heel shoes locked together behind his head. Her knees were wide apart and he was pressing down on the backs of her thighs, his fingers grasping the tops of her stockings. The springs of the back seat were squeaking loudly and the car was rocking wildly on its suspension They were fucking like animals, unstoppable, doing the final dance of love. He was plunging into her very fast, his balls slapping against her ass while she rubbed her clit furiously. Her other hand was around his left buttock, pulling him into her while she ran her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. Suddenly he felt his cock gripped even harder by her contracting vaginal muscles.... she seemed to be sucking him into her. Her breathing was short and fast and her eyes rolled, her lunging got faster and more powerful, then, with one great spasm she lifted her buttocks, squeezing herself hard against him and screamed .. "ahhh.. I'm gonna come... Oh, I'm comin , I'm coming, ..... 'Aghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God Oh Jesus.. oh fuck... ahhh... ahhh oh, oh.. oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhh no... ohhh!" It was too much for Alex. With a deep animal like "Ughhhhhhhhh..." he shuddered, arched his back, and shot his load deep inside her. For four more strokes he squirted his hot semen into her pulsing cunt, pushing his prick in as far as he could with a sort of rotating motion, grinding himself against her pubic mound. With both hands he gripped her buttocks, squeezing her to him as he pumped his semen into her womb. On the fifth stroke he pulled out, still erect and hard and as he pulled away his cock was still throbbing with thick white semen still dribbling from it down over Emma's pubic hairs where it mingled with the thicker stream that was leaking from her cunt. He stood up and involuntarily another stream of cum shot from his prick over Emma's belly, landing on the lace top of her waspie. Emma was sitting up now and panting. Her tits were heaving and cum was dribbling down her legs over her stocking tops. She reached out for Alex's still erect prick and very gently licked away the cum and vaginal juices, then she took the head into her mouth again and sucked it slowly. To his surprise, Alex found himself quickly getting hard again and as Emma's tongue flick and circled around the shiny, purple head of his dick he felt his balls tighten. "Oh God, I'm gonna come again... oh Jesus... oh Jesus... oh yesss!" Emma's Night Out Emma had pulled her head away and was jacking him off fast, pulling his prick down towards her breasts. When he came, with Emma's hand still on his cock, the first jet landed on her right nipple and splashed under her chin. She let go, his cock sprang up and he jerked again, sending a gout of sticky white semen over her lips, her right cheek and into her hair. Then he grasped her tits, buried his prick in her cleavage and jerked himself off again and again and again, his cum bubbling and spitting from her cleavage and oozing over her neck. When he had finished he rubbed his prick all over her tits, covering them with a thin smear of semen. Then, squeezing his foreskin forwards, he wiped the last few drips off onto her lips before smearing his wet, sticky prick across her eyes and cheeks and forehead. Alex pulled up his trousers. "Its half past two", he said, "you'd better go." So Emma pulled her bra, covered in streaks of cum, up over her sticky tits and used the edge of her top to wipe some of the cum from her face and hair before slipping it back over her shoulders. Disentangling her thong from the buckle of her shoe she pulled it, wet and soiled, up her stockinged legs to hide her sore, aching cunt. Then she pulled down her skirt and noticed with dismay that one of the buttons had come off. When she got out of the car her legs were shaking and she saw that cum was still dribbling down her stockings. She wiped it off roughly with the palm of her hand and then wiped her hand in the condensation that was forming on the roof of the car. No one bothered to say goodbye. As she tottered unsteadily towards home on her high heels, she wondered what she would say to James.