Emma seemed to be just as horny nowadays as she had been before her reconciliation with Harry. Hard as she tried to be a dutiful little wife content with home and hearth, she found herself more and more susceptible to the come-on looks she got daily from other men.
She knew she was being deceitful by not telling Harry about her outside affairs. Yet at the same time she was afraid to tell the truth. She knew doing so would mean a showdown. There were many advantages to living with Harry. She was not sure she wanted to give them up.
Emma had never had to wrestle with this severe a dilemma before. And it was taking its toll on her. She began to drink again. She would often be slightly drunk when Harry got home from work.
What worried her more than her own behavior was Harry's attitude toward her. He was treating her like a semi-invalid these days. He never criticized her for drinking during the day. He was never abrupt or short-tempered with her. Emma was beginning to get the idea that Harry might have a guilty conscience too.
The most disturbing symptom of his changed attitude toward Emma was that he didn't fuck her as often as he used to. Bored as she had become by his quickie nighttime fucks, when they became less frequent she realized she missed them. They were her security blanket. They told her Harry still belonged to her, whether or not she still wanted to belong to Harry.
Unable to confide any longer in her next-door neighbor, Helen, Emma spent long days alone feeling sorry for herself. She made love to the delivery boy from the supermarket one day, the plumber another, Bob another. Still she was dissatisfied, hungry for more. Her sex life seemed to have become a hole that couldn't be filled.
Emma didn't yet fully understand what was bothering her most was her inability to make a clear decision about her own life. She was letting life carry her this way and that, without taking responsibility for what she was doing. Deep inside, she hated herself for being so wishy-washy.
The days when Emma saw this clearly, she drank more than usual.
One Friday afternoon, she was feeling more than usually bored and frustrated. She was tempted to try to get in touch with Bob or one of her other lovers.
Something held her back. She decided the better thing to do would be to go meet Harry at work and suggest they go out for dinner or something. She felt she had almost got up the nerve to be honest with him about her thoughts and deeds of the last few weeks and months.
She took a bus to his lab, planning to ride back with Harry. She was surprised to find his office locked. She knocked at the door of the office next door, the one that belonged to Harry's young assistant Craig Jackson.
"Hi, Craig! Where's Harry?"
"Oh… he didn't come in today, Mrs. Tate." As soon as he had spoken, the young man looked as though he wished he could bite his tongue. He had leaked secret information. "That is, he had to go over to the university to talk to some people about our work."
Emma was shocked. It wasn't like Harry to vary his routine in any way without telling her about it. She felt nervous and suspicious, but she was determined not to let her anxiety get the better of her.
"I see… Well, it doesn't really matter. I was just going to try to get him to take me out for a drink and a chat. I've been awfully lonely today." She smiled, but her look betrayed a call for help.
Craig had always admired his boss's wife from afar. He considered Emma Tate very beautiful, with her full-blown, Scandinavian good looks. He had even had secret dreams about what it would have been like if he had met Emma before Harry did. To see her this lonely and obviously depressed shook Craig up. It was like witnessing the fall of an idol. He decided to do what he could to restore her to her proper place.
"Well," he said cheerfully. "Maybe I can be of service to a lady in distress. We do have some emergency rations here that might be of interest. Come on." He led the way down the hall to the staff lounge. Emma noticed all the other offices were empty.
"Where is everybody?" she asked. "Did the whole lab go over to the university to talk to some people?"
Craig looked a little sheepish for a minute. "No, Emma… most everyone likes to take off early on Friday afternoon if they can manage it. Today, it seemed they all had something to do this weekend that they wanted to get started on right away. I'm the only one left. Us unmarried folk get left holding the bag quite a lot."
Emma laughed. She had never had much of a chance to talk to Craig before. Whenever she saw him at the lab or he came over for dinner, he and Harry talked shop most of the time. She found him very charming, not to mention good-looking, in an angular, youthful way. Craig was another prodigy, like Harry had been. He was probably no more than twenty-one.
He pulled a bottle of gin from a cupboard over the hot plate. "Look what I've got here. Me you interested?"
"Marvelous. Just what the doctor ordered. Make mine a double."
Craig was surprised. This lady obviously knew how to drink. "Well, in that case, I'll make mine a double too."
Emma made herself comfortable on the couch and motioned for Craig to sit beside her. She was feeling a familiar naughty tingle inside. She and her husband's young assistant were all alone here. Who knew what might happen?
Emma was getting ideas.
"Shame for a fine-looking lady like you to be feeling lonely," Craig told her.
"Oh… it's not all that bad really. I'm just bored. Sometimes I get tired of the same old routine."
"It must be pretty hard being a wife of a dedicated man like Harry. You kind of have to learn to roll with the punches, I guess."
"I guess." Emma was feeling giddy, reckless. "Luckily, Harry isn't the only man in the world."
Conversation stopped for a moment. They looked at each other while Emma contemplated the repercussions and Craig the substance of what she had just said.
Would he get the idea? She wondered excitedly.
So, she gets a little on the side, he thought. He knew the bait had just been dropped, and he lost no time in picking up on it.
"A good-looking woman like you could have any man she wanted." That was his hook.
She bit. "Any man?"
"Any man."
Excitement shone in both their faces. The circle was complete. Both now knew where the other stood. It was all right for them to pursue their mutual attraction.
"How about this man?" She poked him playfully in the chest with her finger, then fell easily into his arms. They searched one another's mouths hungrily. He was disappointed when she drew away from him. He was afraid she had changed her mind.
"I want to make love to you, my way." Her eyes gleamed with promise.
"Okay, Emma, honey. Any way you want it." Craig through momentarily of his boss and whether he was being a shit, making love to Harry's wife. With his easygoing morality, Craig found it easy to clear himself on all counts. After all, he was only doing what Emma wanted to do.
The young physicist could scarcely believe his eyes when he saw what Emma intended to do. She reached out and pulled down his fly. She pulled his aroused prick from his pants and fondled it playfully.
"Oooohhh, what a nice big cock you have! Would you like to make it all nice and hard for me?" She gripped it expertly in one hand and began to slide her fingers up and down, squeezing him just the right amount in all the right places.
"Aaaiiieee! Oh baby!" He gritted his teeth and watched spellbound as her fingers caressed his hard cock. He almost came when she bent low and began to lick his mushroom-headed cock-tip. "Wow! Dynamite mouth you got there!" This was a pleasure the young man had not expected to be enjoying this afternoon. The spectacle of the sensuous beauty bending over him, sucking his cock hungrily, was almost more than he could bear. It was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him in his life. It sure beat taking a girl out on a date and having to fight to try to get into her pants.
Emma looked up at him for an instant. "See? It's all nice and hard now… just the way I like it." She grinned lewdly.
"It's all yours, baby. Anything you like, I like."
She began to bob her head in earnest up and down over the youth's long cock-shaft. The tip of it grazed the back of her throat, made her cough every now and then. That only made it more exciting for Craig – watching her struggling to take all of it every time.
To increase the titillation on his cock, Emma made a little ring of thumb and forefinger and worked it along his prick in synchronization with her mouth. Her efforts were rewarded by his groans, long and lusty. She smiled to herself as he clawed at her back, overcome with the fury of his arousal.
For the first time in his life, Craig was learning to appreciate what experience could do for a woman. He had never had a head-job like this in his life! He felt like there were Cupid's arrows darting all through his trembling body, inciting him not to love but to lust. "Ah, jeez, suck it, baby! You're good, Emma! Real good!"
"I love tasting your cock in my mouth, Craig! Tastes so good!" The young wife was enjoying her depravity. Heedless of the risk she was taking sucking someone who knew her husband, she dwelled on the erotic aspects of making love to his cock right in Harry's place of work. It was lewd and irreverent, but she was loving every minute of it.
At last her hot little pussy could take no more of the torture of neglect. She stood up and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She was wearing nothing underneath. While the boy watched open-mouthed, she straddled his lap and sat down on his cock.
"Uuuuhb, Jee-zuz! Man, you're really doing it to me, Emma baby! Christ, move that little ass of yours!" The sheer wantonness of the woman was driving Craig to a kind of excitement he had never known before. His cock was throbbing at the clenching feel of her cunt-muscles wrapped securely around it. When she began to wiggle her ass up and down, it was sheer erotic torture, the way her pussy struggled to hold onto him. "Hhnnhh! Aaiiee!"
"Oh Craig, your cock feels so good in me, baby!" Emma closed her eyes and braced herself against his shoulders as she raised and lowered her cunt over his stiff prick. She loved being in control like this, moving her pussy just the way she liked it best, to get him inside her just the way she liked him. "Ooohh… good! Wonderful!"
The sight of her lust-distorted face made Craig want to do it to her – to take control from her and fuck her till she didn't know which was up. He grabbed her firmly around the hips and began to guide her movements up and down over him. He sent his cock lunging into her harder and faster and deeper until she was howling like a werewolf.
"Oooohhhhhh! Oooooooooohh! Oh Craig! I love it! I love it!" Her despondency from earlier in the day had now completely evaporated. She had a new life, a new vigor. Once again, she realized that this was the way she was truly happy – living out bizarre sexual fantasies on a variety of men. She wasn't meant to be a one-man woman.
Craig grinned up at the moaning woman, satisfied that he was giving her a sexual experience that she wouldn't soon forget. For a woman who was a nice respectable scientist's wife, Emma Tate certainly had the responses of a whore. He sensed that she could probably go on and on this way, that she would have a bottomless appetite for fucking. He began to speculate about the chances of getting together with her again. She seemed ripe for sexual adventure.
He held her ass steady and shoved into her again and again, watching the tense look on her face turn to putty.
"Oooohh Gaw-w-w-d! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" She wriggled her ass feverishly down into his lap and threw her head back, howling her ecstasy to the ceiling.
"Oh yeah, baby! I'm going to fill you up!" Watching her go over the hump triggered Craig's hot jets of semen. It was an intense orgasm, one that took him several minutes to recover from.
When Emma finally left, after they had fondled each other for another half hour, she swore him to secrecy and promised to see him again – sometime.
Only three days later, Harry overheard two men talking by the sinks as he sat in a cubicle in the staff lavatory. One of them was Craig Jackson.
"Jeez, Dick, I'd always thought Emma Tate was a good-looking woman, but I never suspected she was an out-and-out sex maniac. I just couldn't believe the way she climbed right onto my cock and started riding it hell-bent-for-leather."
There was more, but Harry didn't pay any attention. The words hurt, but they were no more than what Harry had suspected. That had been part of the reason why he couldn't fuck his wife as often as he used to. She seemed like used goods to him now.
He was grateful to Craig Jackson in a way. His big mouth had helped Harry make a decision that was long overdue.