It had been a hard day at the lab. Harry was glad to be home.
He opened the front door, expecting to head into his study, as usual, and read until dinner. He was not prepared for the surprise that awaited him.
Emma was waiting just inside the door. She wore a pair of soft, low-cut silk pajamas that flattered her lush figure. She held a martini in each hand and pushed one at Harry before he even had a chance to put down his briefcase and hang up his raincoat.
"What's the occasion?" he asked nervously as he hung his coat on a peg by the door. He searched his mind for reasons for Emma's behavior. Her birthday had just passed. Their anniversary was not until November.
"No occasion, darling. I just wanted you and me to spend some nice mellow, sexy tune together, that's all." Emma's eyes glimmered with excitement. Ever since yesterday morning, when she had watched Helen and her boyfriend Ken, she had been fighting a mental battle with herself.
She was reluctant to cheat on her husband. Even though Helen's situation had looked very attractive, she wanted to be sure she had given Harry every last chance. She thought perhaps she could teach him to be sexy, if she tried hard enough.
She had turned the radio on to the romantic music station. She had spent all afternoon doing her hair and rubbing herself with sweet-smelling lotions, painting her nails. Her efforts had excited her, had worked her up for her husband's arrival home.
Harry smiled at his eager wife. "That's a wonderful idea, honey. Why don't we wait until after dinner, though? It's been a hard day, and I could really use some quiet time in the den. I've got some things to think out."
Emma was firm. "You've got your whole life to think about things. Tonight is for your wife."
He put an arm gently around her shoulder. "We've got a whole lifetime together, honey. Surely we can wait until after dinner."
"Maybe you can wait until after dinner, Harry. I can't. I want you to start paying some attention to me, Harry." Her voice was pleading. "I'm not like your old leather coat. I'm not guaranteed for the life of the owner."
Harry sensed the unvoiced threat in his wife's argument, though he avoided facing it squarely. He did take his wife by the arm and lead her into the living room. She softened at once.
"Oh Harry, darling… I get so lonely for you sometimes." She snuggled against his chest and fondled his soft silky beard. Her full breasts grazed against him suggestively.
Harry was beginning to become aroused by his wife's appearance and manner. But he was more worried about what had caused this sudden change in her. For one thing, Emma never wore makeup, but she was sure wearing it tonight. "Listen, honey, I'm really sorry you're feeling down. Why don't you sign up for one of those night courses they give at the college? It should help occupy your time."
"I don't want things that will just occupy my time, Harry. I want to enjoy what I do. I want to feel alive. And Harry," she wriggled her tits right under his chin and kissed him on the forehead, "I'm not feeling down. I'm feeling very up. And you could make me feel even higher."
Harry was flabbergasted. His wife was acting like a twenty-five-dollar whore. What could have gotten into her? Still, her breasts did look good under that chest-hugging silk.
"You like my titties, Harry?"
"Of course I like your tits, Emma. I married you, didn't I?"
Emma was beginning to feel frustrated, angry. She fought the feelings. She was going to make Harry let go of his inhibitions if it was the last thing she ever did. She reached over and undid her husband's tie. She began to unbutton his shirt. He stiffened.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
"I just don't feel sexy right now, Emma. Why don't we wait until bedtime?" He smiled at her promisingly.
"We always wait until bedtime, Harry. I'm going to get myself another martini. Why don't you finish yours?" Emma had called a momentary halt in her campaign. She was discouraged by Harry's attitude, his rigidity. But she was still determined to get fucked tonight – before bedtime.
For the next hour, Emma kept the martinis flowing. Harry never as a rule took more than one drink. This evening, she made sure he had three. She herself had four. She was feeling blissfully happy and optimistic once again by the time dinner hour rolled around.
She served a casserole and insisted that Harry open a bottle of wine to go with it. "Come on, Harry. Tonight's special."
"But Emma, I have to go to work in the morning."
"So… you'll have all night to sleep it off. And the world won't come to an end if you're an hour or two late for work."
"Sometimes I think you'll never understand me, Emma. I don't like to be late for work."
"Drink, Harry."
The young husband was so confused by his wife's behavior that he in fact welcomed the effects of the alcohol. It made everything seem all right. He was beginning to feel a little silly himself.
When they had finished their dinner, they took their wine glasses into the living room. Harry settled himself on the sofa and waited for his wife to sit beside him. Instead, she dropped to her knees on the rug in front of him. She pulled his cock deftly from his fly. Before he had even registered what was happening, she was sucking the head of his prick. The sensations were too good to be denied.
"Jeez, Emma… I don't know what's got into you. You're acting so… sexy! Uuuuhh… shit, that feels good!" He braced himself against the couch cushions on either side of him. He looked very much as though he expected the excitement in his stiffening prick to carry him off.
"I am sexy, Harry!" she told him as her tongue trailed round and round his swollen cock-head. "I like to be sexy. I like to suck your cock! Mmmm, tastes wonderful!" In the back of Emma's mind was the lustful scene she had witnessed yesterday. Helen sucking Ken's cock while he ate her pussy. She would like to do that with Harry, but she realized that might be more than he could handle right now. She would be content to make love to his cock with her mouth.
Emma had determined to show her husband what she was really like sexually. That was the fair way. To give him a chance to respond – and if he didn't, there was always Helen's way. Naked on the rug with a man not her husband. All inhibitions destroyed by the alcohol, Emma felt her cunt getting wet at the obscene thoughts she was entertaining. She wondered if her wetness would show through her lounging pajamas. She was not wearing any panties, especially for this occasion.
She opened her mouth wide and took the whole swollen length of Harry's cock up inside. She bobbed her head up and down, relishing the smooth fleshy presence in her mouth. She could feel her hair brushing sensually against her shoulders. She could feel her pussy getting steadily wetter, more open. This was the most abandoned thing she had ever done with her husband. Sure, she had sucked his cock before, but not with this much abandon, this enthusiasm.
"Uuuuuhhh… ooooohhh…" Harry had given up all rational thought. He had let his head fall back against the couch. His eyes were closed. His usually tension-ridden body was floating in the blind euphoria of complete, receptive lust. Whatever Emma's thing was this evening, he was enjoying it. His cock was feeling very, very good. "You're a good lover, Emma," he told his kneeling wife. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever known." It occurred dimly to his drink-addled brain that he had never entirely appreciated Emma's sexiness before. Tonight he was seeing a new Emma.
The brunette's tongue and lips worked abandonedly over the rigid shaft of Harry's cock. She could feel his cock-head become incredibly swollen and hard between her lips, until she thought he was going to blow. Then it would shrink just a little. Then it would start to acquire that special hardness all over again. She loved the feel of his firm prick-flesh between her lips. The intensity of his excitement stimulated hers.
"Oooohhh, Harry… I love sucking your cock, darling. It feels so good in my mouth. Mmmmmm… oooohhhh…" She moaned as she sucked. She sucked tirelessly.
The young couple fell into a special erotic place of timelessness. The sounds of Emma's sucking and moaning mingled lewdly with Harry's grunts of pleasure. He was letting himself think about all kinds of sexy things he had never thought about before. It felt good to be slightly drunk, to be letting his wife suck his cock right in the living room. Giving her his cock as dessert to their evening meal.
He looked down at her brown hair moving back and forth over his aching prick. He maneuvered for a glimpse of her full decolletage in her low-cut outfit. Her breasts were so round and lush, milk-white and soft. He felt a tingle in his balls as he gazed upon, them. He experienced a new appreciation for lipstick as he watched her bright red lips locked around his cock, moving up and down, up and down.
"Jeez, Emma, you're sexy… I want to fuck you, Emma… So help me, I do."
Emma's cunt was already soaking wet inside her pajamas. She was glad to hear Harry suggest they fuck. She was more than ready for it. Her pussy throbbed at the prospect of something thick and hard pushing deep up inside her. "Oh God, Harry, yesssss. Let's do it, honey!"
With her lips still locked around his cock, she started to ease her one-piece outfit down over her shoulders. But much to her surprise and dismay, Harry pulled her to her feet. "Come on, baby. Let's go into the bedroom."
Emma was slightly disappointed. She wanted to enjoy the impetuous thrill of making it in the living room. She and Harry had never done that. But her cunt was hungry, she wasn't about to argue details like place, so she took his hand and followed him dutifully into the bedroom.
There, Harry quickly removed his clothes and suggested Emma do likewise. He stretched out on his back on the bed and invited Emma to fuck him. She had been looking forward to being taken by her husband, with him on top of her. Now the idea of fucking him the way Helen had done to Ken started to appeal to her.
"Okay, baby… I'm going to fuck you!" Her lewd words, uttered as she climbed menacingly onto the bed, shocked her. But, more than that, they excited her. She wanted to be master. She wanted to fuck him long and hard, give him something to remember.
Her cunt throbbing urgently, she straddled her husband and sat down on his cock. She closed her eyes and shrieked as his thick hard rod surged deep up into her craving pussy. She could feel how tight she was in there. His cock was a snug fit. Her cunt clutched it fiercely.
At once she began to raise and lower her hips over Harry's upthrusting member. She remembered how proud and free the redheaded Helen had looked riding her boyfriend's prick. Quite consciously now, she imitated Helen. Her twat slammed hard down against Harry's crotch, again and again. His delicious cock penetrated her furthermost depths on each impalement.
"Mmmmmm… ooohhhhh… aaaaahhhhh, Harry-y-y!" She felt like a wailing banshee as she moaned and whimpered atop her husband's cock.
Her enjoyment was intense, both from the physical presence of his cock, and from the thought of herself leading their lovemaking in this way.
"Hhhnnnhhh… Jee-zuz!" Harry was slightly awed by his wife's new sexual boldness. She had never been a passive fuck, but she had never been this strong, wailing sex-maniac, either. For the moment, he couldn't question it. The hot tingling in his cock and balls forbade that. Their pleasure came first. And she was giving him pleasure – the most divine pleasure of his life.
He looked up into Emma's face and was surprised by her look of agony-distorted lust. It was almost as though she were a stranger, with her red lips and dark-painted blue eyes and rouged cheeks. She was like a Goddess of sensuality, greedy and gutsy and beautiful. But she was not his wife, not his safe little wife.
For a long time, husband and wife writhed in the abandoned throes of their hypnotic excitement. Cock and cunt met and meshed and became lost in one another. His flesh was indistinguishable from her flesh. It was all just pleasure. Wild, guiltless, alcohol-inspired pleasure.
"Ooohh, Harry!" Emma moaned this refrain over and over again. The intensity of her passion was growing steadily. She began to maneuver her hips up and down with a goal in mind. She wanted to cum.
Faster, faster, faster – her cunt seized and released his cock again and again, until the man was gritting his teeth to keep from losing himself to his climax.
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Emma was riding no-hands on Harry's cock. Her hands held her hair up over her head. It made her feel naked, sexy, beautiful.
"Oooooohhhh… oh, Harry!" she cried suddenly. "Oh Gawd, it's happening… I'm cumming!"
When her strength to keep on pumping failed her, he grabbed her hips and moved them up and down over his stiff prick. But only for a little while. He was ready.
"Uuuhh, Jee-zuz! Me too!" He shot his heavy load deep into her clasping cunt. He could feel her pussy-muscles sucking the juices right out of him. He was left with a drained feeling that was totally relaxing. He drifted. He fell asleep.
When Emma realized her husband was asleep, she smiled ruefully down at his oblivious face.
"Well, Harry… you won. We fucked before bedtime after all."
She looked at the alarm clock. It was nine-fifteen. She rolled over onto her back and began to excite her clitoris into renewed hardness.