When Emma came down to the kitchen the next morning, Harry was sitting at the table. There was no reading material in front of him. He smiled at Emma. It was a wistful smile. Emma smiled back.
"Good morning, Emma honey. Come here, will you?" She stood beside his chair as he hugged her waist. "I'm really sorry I didn't try harder to understand you, Emma."
She stroked his head, held it close to her. "I'm sorry, too, Harry. I guess we kind of forgot how to communicate with each other…"
"Let's start all over again, shall we? I stayed awake all night, and the only conclusion I could come to is that I want you. I really want you."
"I want you too, Harry. We can make it. I know we can."
It was the most intimate breakfast they had had in the whole span of their marriage. They talked and kissed and touched each other. Both knew they had been badly scared by their confrontation last night. Both wanted to bury that memory. They needed each other. They were home to each other.
By tacit agreement, the subject of sex and outside lovers was not mentioned. They talked only of themselves and their relationship. The other subject was too fraught with tension.
For the next week, they were on kind of a second honeymoon. They talked together often. They made love passionately, wherever and whenever the mood struck them. Emma thought she had never been so happy in her life.
After that first week, though, things gradually returned to normal. Harry returned to his old work habits, once he felt secure with Emma again. Emma began to long for some of her past adventures. She tried to bury her frustrations in alcohol. Drink helped her ignore the fact that Harry would never be her perfect lover.
Harry went off to another weekend conference. She was alone with a glass of scotch on Saturday morning when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Emma. This is Bob. How have you been? It's been a while."
The small amount of alcohol she had drunk made her feel sorry for herself. She suddenly realized how much she had missed Bob and their carefree times together. "I've been… okay, I guess. No, I haven't. I've been miserable. I've missed you, Bob."
"I've missed you, too. You're a great girl, Emma. Most exciting woman I've ever known."
"You're sweet to say so, Bob."
"You deserve it, Emma. Listen, a friend of mine is in town, and we'd like to come over and see you sometime, if it's convenient. Maybe you could invite Helen too."
The mention of her next-door neighbor automatically roused Emma's hostility. She still hadn't forgiven Helen for snitching on her to her husband. "Helen and I are having a fight right now," she said. "I wouldn't ask her over here if she were the last woman on earth."
"Oh… okay. Well, we'd still like to see you, Emma. If it's okay with you."
Emma's mind raced as she tried to deal with the possible repercussions of entertaining two men at once. The thought titillated her. But the prospect of discovery did not.
"I'd like to see you guys… but not here. I've got some nosy neighbors. They'd just love to tell my husband that I'd had two men over while he was gone."
"Okay… well, why don't you meet us at Dave's hotel? It's the Excelsior. Is this afternoon okay?"
"This afternoon would be just perfect."
"Okay… come and join us for lunch. Twelve-thirty in the lobby?"
"I'll be there."
Emma hung up the phone and gulped down the last of her drink. She knew more than ever before that what she was planning to do was wrong. It would violate the reconciliation between her and Harry. But there was no denying that she wanted to do it. She satisfied herself that there was no way Harry would ever find out. It would be so exciting to be with two men.
She arrived at the hotel at ten to one. She wanted them to have to wait for a bit. She didn't want to seem too eager. And their own appetites would be whetted by the delay.
Bob was the first to greet her. His friend followed close behind him. Emma was impressed by Dave's dark good looks. He was almost as tall as Bob, and even more well-muscled. He wore an attractive silk shirt that was open almost to his waist.
"Hi, Dave. It's a pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand to shake his. She was surprised and flattered when he raised it to his lips and kissed it gently.
"The pleasure is all mine, Emma, I assure you. Bob has told me many wonderful things about you."
The slight leer in his smile made Emma momentarily nervous. She wondered just what Bob had been saying about her. The thought left her mind as Bob put an arm gently to her shoulder and guided her toward the elevator.
"We've ordered lunch to be delivered to Dave's room. Shall we go up?"
Emma enjoyed the looks she got from other women as she walked through the lobby with her handsome escorts. She knew she looked good. And she figured there weren't many women who wouldn't enjoy being flanked by a couple of lookers like Bob and Dave.
They weren't in the room ten minutes before a bellhop came in with their lunch. It included a large crabmeat salad, mixed breads and cheeses and a couple of bottles of champagne. Emma was impressed. These men knew how to live.
"It's lovely!" she exclaimed. She had never experienced this kind of royal treatment before. Dave's room was large and comfortable. It included a small dining table with chairs. They sat down at once and ate hungrily. The glances that passed along the three of them during the meal betrayed their excitement. The champagne helped intensify the erotic mood.
Emma watched Dave chewing his bread and wondered how his full, sensitive lips would feel on her mouth, her pussy. The men's eyes ogled her half-naked tits in her sundress. She liked the attention. She looked forward to more. Her pussy was feeling hot and damp under her dress.
"Mmmm, what a wonderful lunch!" The young brunette felt so feminine with these two virile men. She felt appreciated and coveted. It was a kind of excitement she didn't get at home. An excitement she craved.
"Bob told me you liked salads and seafood. So that's what I ordered." Dave was undressing her with his eyes as he spoke.
"Why, how sweet of you!" Her eyes told him she knew what he was doing – and approved.
"You know, Emma, Bob has told me what a sexy woman you are. And I'm very anxious to be sexy with you. Are you in the mood?"
Emma liked the directness of his approach. It turned her on. "I'm in the mood," she told him. "Then why don't you take off your clothes! You're far too beautiful a woman to be shrouded in clothing."
Emma had had enough champagne to destroy any inhibitions she might have harbored about undressing in front of the two men. She rose to her feet, a little shakily. She stood on the carpet and began to slip her dress down over her ripe tits, her queen-bee waist, her full hips, her snug little pussy-triangle. The lustful looks on the faces of the men supported and fired her own arousal. They were enjoying what she was doing. She would give them more… show them just what a sexy woman she was.
She let the dress fall in a puddle at her feet. She stepped to one side and swept it delicately away with her toes. Then she started to do a slow erotic dance to the music from the stereo. She ran her hands over her lush tits, then down over her belly until she began to caress her clitoris.
"Mmmmmm, feels nice!" She watched the hunger in Dave's eyes. She moved closer to him and wriggled her ass against his arm. She straddled his lap and began to unbutton his shirt. "This is a beautiful shirt, but I'm more interested in what's under it." When his shirt was gone, she began to plant little kisses all over his tautly muscled, hairy chest. "Oooohh, soooo sexy! Your skin smells so sexy!"
Dave had been expecting something special, on Bob's recommendation. But he was not prepared for this uninhibited sexpot. He ran his hands hungrily over her voluptuous hills and valleys. His cock was hard as a rock under his pants. Her kisses were torture. He wanted to fuck her so bad, he could taste it.
He grabbed her nipples in each hand and began to roll them between his fingers. She groaned ecstatically and worked her kisses up to his neck and face, to give him easier access to her tits.
"Uuuuuuhhh! You're making my tits feel wonderful!" Suddenly she looked coyly back over her shoulder. "Bob, you have a specially nice rear friend."
Bob grinned at her. He was enjoying her shameless display of sexuality. He, too, had a stiff cock that was demanding attention. "I knew you two would like each other," he said. "You're the two horniest people I know."
Emma winced a little at the directness of his words. Then she shrugged it off. How could she expect him to speak to her tenderly at a time like this? She was acting like a brazen whore. That was the way she wanted to act. She was here for new kicks.
"Hey, baby, I want to get a taste of you, too. What say we go over to the bed for dessert?" Despite his sophisticated clothes and manner, Dave had a certain coarseness about him. Though it had made Emma nervous before, now it turned her on.
"Yes, let's!" She stretched out on her back on the bed, and held her arms out to the men. "Take off your clothes, lovers. I want to see all of you."
They stripped. Emma giggled when she saw that they both had hard-ons. It was obviously a giggle of passion, for her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust she beckoned them onto the bed. They stretched out on either side of her and began to suck her tits. Dave's hand roamed down and investigated the hot folds of her pussy. "Mmm. Nice twat, baby!"
"Oooohhh! Feels good-d-d!" She thrust her cunt up to meet his hand, urging his fingers deeper inside. Her pussy was hungry for hard, filling cock, but as long as it had to, it would settle for a talented finger.
"Jeez, she's a hot one, Bob!" Dave told his friend. "I'm as ready for this as I'll ever be!"
"I know what you mean!" Bob was fondling his rigid prick with a look of desperation on his face.
"You first, old buddy! I insist!"
"Hey, that's really fine of you, Dave old pal!" Bob started to straddle Emma's hips. Dave's hands pushed him away.
"Not that way, buddy! I've got a better idea. More fun for both of us!" He urged Bob to lie on his back. Curious to know what his friend had in mind, Bob complied.
Emma ground her hips upward in frustration. She had paid little attention to the exchange between the men. AU she knew was that she wanted to get fucked. She smiled and closed her eyes as Dave again began to caress her pussy. "Ooooohhh!"
"Does it feel good, beautiful! Is your little cunt good and hot?"
"Oooohhh, yesssss! Oh God, you guys are driving me wild! Somebody fuck me!"
He turned her head to the side, toward Bob, who was lying expectantly on his back. "Look baby… look at that big stiff prick standing up there all hard and ready for you. Why don't you climb on?"
Emma's eyes flashed excitedly from Dave's face to Bob's face to Bob's cock. She seemed to like the idea. The thought that Dave was going to get his kicks out of watching her fuck his friend gave her an added perverse thrill. She straddled Bob's loins and guided his hard prick toward her trembling pussy. She grazed it back and forth along her pussy-slit. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, then she sat down.
"Uuuhhh!" The hot clasping cunt-walls descending on his aching cock drew a grunt from Bob. He was more than ready for some good fucking, and the caress of Emma's pussy on his swollen member urged him on. He grabbed her by the hips and began to guide her up and down over his cock. His masterful movement seemed to inspire Emma. She began to maneuver her ass with imaginative enthusiasm, riding his cock with the abandon of a reckless cowgirl. "That's the way, Emma! Move that sweet little ass of yours!"
She braced herself against his chest and rode up and down, up and down, shaking it a little this way, a little that, till she was on the verge of fainting from excitement. "Ooooooohhh!"
"Aaaaaaggghhhhh…! I love it! I love it! God, your cock's good in me!"
So far, things were going just as Dave had planned them. He wanted Emma to be thoroughly excited, open to anything, before he went into stage two of his plan.
Right now, Emma looked about as excited as any woman Dave had ever seen. She was writhing up and down over Bob's cock like a demented creature. Her face was wreathed in a lusty grin. Her tits were bobbing and swaying with the frenzy of her movements. She was no longer making sense. Her moans and cries were incoherent, though uttered with passionate fervor.
He ran his hands lustfully over her ass and around under her belly and breasts as she struggled on all fours over Bob's body. His touch was feather-light, designed to further stimulate her arousal. She responded to him, rubbing her body against him as he moved in closer to her. His fingers caressed the place where Bob's cock was ramming into her cunt. They became wet with her juices. He rubbed the wetness on his cock and over her asshole, prodding it with the very tip of his finger. He felt the sphincter relax at his touch. She was enjoying the pressure.
"Mmmmmmm… ooooohhhhhhhh… aaaaaahhhh!" The woman was a mindless infernos of passionate arousal. She was thrilling to the depraved luxury of receiving two men's attentions at once. She was thrilling to the hands and the cock caressing and loving every inch of her stimulated body.
"Oh, God… your cunt feels good, Emma!" Bob was so excited by Emma's fucking rhythm, it was all he could do to keep track of his friend's activities. He knew Dave had something in mind, and lie thought he knew what it was. He could hardly wait to find out!
Dave didn't keep his friend in suspense much longer. He kneeled up behind Emma and gripped her hips firmly. He guided his moistened cock-head toward her defenseless asshole and shoved it just inside. He groaned as he felt her muscles grip him tight, rebelling at the unnatural intrusion.
"Oh God, no! Not in there!" Emma had been totally unprepared for what was happening to her.
She had heard about people fucking in the ass, but she had always imagined it must hurt. And it did hurt. Dave's first entry gave her a sharp jolt of pain that frightened her. But instead of pulling out, he just kept on shoving. She had not suspected Bob's friend was this kind of sadist.
"Hhhnnnhh! Noooo… don't do it to meee!" A bizarre mish-mash of feelings were coursing through Emma's body as Dave's cock started to stroke a short way in and out of her asshole, then deeper and deeper as her body relaxed. There was a strange, intense masochistic excitement to feeling her asshole stretched wide open. To having a cock deep inside her most forbidden passage. She was only vaguely aware of Bob's cock in her vagina at the moment. He was holding still, waiting for Dave to establish his rhythm. Her conscious feelings were all centered on that depraved presence in her asshole.
At last she had to admit to herself that she liked it. She enjoyed having her asshole screwed full of cock. It was different from being fucked in the cunt, but it was at least as exciting.
"Oooohhh, yesssss! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Bob was scarcely able to believe his ears. She was enjoying it. She liked being screwed in the ass. Slowly he began to work his cock in and out of her cunt, sandwiching her between two thrusting pricks.
"Mmmmmm! Oooooohhhh!"
Bob had never seen a face so distorted with lust as Emma Tate's was at this very moment. Her mouth was slack, her tongue running eagerly over her lower lip. Her eyes were half hooded, unseeing. She was panting like an animal in heat.
"Jeez, Bob, you sure are a friend! Uuuhh, Christ, it was far out of you to share something like this with your old buddy!" Dave was smug with his own good luck. The woman was enjoying the perverse party he had planned for her. She was fulfilling his favorite fantasy. He could feel his friend's cock moving back and forth on the other side of her rectal membrane. The effect was titillating. It was a remarkable kind of intimacy, to share a woman with another man like this.
"Uuuuhh, what a tight little asshole you have, woman!"
Emma could not believe the intensity of the feelings ricocheting through her pinioned body at the moment. Never in her life had she imagined being fucked by two men at once. To be liking it, crying for more of it, seemed more incredible yet. But there was no doubt about it. She was enjoying the most erotic high of her entire life.
Time seemed to stand still as the three orgiasts concentrated on their perverted sexual coupling. All three were experiencing a pleasure they would not have known how to give name to. All three had lost track of time and place. They were panting, rutting animals – hot for the climax.
"Ohhhhhh… fuck meeee! Ooooohhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!"
Both men felt a powerful surge in their gonads at the thought of what they were doing to Emma. She became limp as a rag doll. Her moans ceased. She had fainted.
"Oh shit, here I cum! I'm filling your asshole, baby!"
"Yiieeee! I'm doing it too!"
They lay for a long time together. Gradually the woman recovered from her climactic stupor. "Wow! I've never experienced anything like that in my whole life!" She looked from one man to the other, her eyes wide, looking for an explanation. Then she began to laugh.
The men laughed too.
"Baby," Dave told her, "you have just taken part in the chefs special of lovemaking! There aren't many women who'll go that far. You are something special."
"You sure are! Unbelievable!" Bob's eyes shone with admiration.
Emma was feeling higher than a kite-high on sex. On excitement. On the lurid daring of their threesome. She felt like she could do anything she wanted at this moment. "You boys just keep on telling me those good things. I love hearing them. They're all true of course, and I know it! But I like to hear it!"
Dave started to tickle her ribs. "You're a saucy little whore, aren't you?"
Emma was giggling uncontrollably. "Yes, I am," she told him. "You bet I am!"
"Want to cry 'uncle'?"
"Not unless you promise to fuck me some more!"
"Anything for a lady."
Emma spent the night with the two friends. She was a little sore when she got home the next morning. But she felt great.
Her night at the Excelsior had been just what the doctor ordered. She didn't even need a drink.