The day after it went down, she refused to talk to me. I left work to the silent treatment; not even eye contact. I thought about it at work all day. I had made a huge mistake. I couldn’t help it. I had a fetish. I just didn’t know how to communicate it to her, so I just did it. It was wrong and I felt horrible. Honestly, I didn’t mean any harm. I felt like a freak and now, as I trudged home deep in thought, my marriage was over.
I walked into a house that felt empty. The lights were off and it was deathly silent. I signed audibly. Slowly I ascended the starts to change – heck maybe I’d need to pack. The door to our bedroom was closed. I didn’t realize it until I pushed it open, which was odd. There she sat on the edge of the bed. My Emma. She was dressed in a blue and white paisley print shirt. Her dirty blond hair was down, which was such a turn on for me. Emma was a petite woman. Everything about her was small and fragile. I suppose that was part of the allure, especially considering I towered over her. She looked at me with those big blue eyes and full lips. Emma’s cheek bones where high and angular like a swimsuit model. Seriously she said, “Let’s try again.”
I nearly jumped for joy. A second chance! I dropped my coat and crossed the room to sit next to her. “I’m sorr–” She shushed me with a finger to my lips. Slowly, Emma leaned in and gave me a soft, sensual kiss. My mind raced. I was confused but also happy. I didn’t know what to do, so I kept my hands to my side.” She flicked her tongue around my mouth as we French-kissed. Her mouth tasted minty and her lips were delightfully wet. Deftly she began to unbutton my shirt.
Emma’s favorite trait about me was the fact that I had pecks and a decent set of abs for a claims adjuster. She ran her hand through my soft brown hair as we kissed with a smacking sound. I reached for her blouse, expertly separating it to reveal her tiny A-cup breasts. I fingered her nipples, pinching them hard. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My erection nearly split the fly on my pants.
We separated. Quickly we disrobed and hopped into bed. On top of the covers, we pressed our naked bodies together. Her skin was so soft and warm. I pressed my erection against her silky thighs. She moaned as I sucked on her nipples. I wiggled into a missionary position and began to fuck her. Emma breathed, “Yes, oh God, yes. Mmm.” As I penetrated her sopping wet pussy. I could feel her wet labia stretch around my thick cock. “Oh yes, yes,” she panted. I was so eager I almost came early, so I slowed my pace. She grabbed my ass and pushed me deeper into her quivering vagina. “Uh, uh, uh!”
I leaned in and kissed her neck lightly as I continued to rock back and forth into her. I licked her neck and stroked it ever so gently with my finger tips. I was waiting for a sign. Emma was panting hard like she was in heat. “You want it. Don’t you?” She purred. I sniffed her neck. I picked up the scent of her lavender body wash. “Do you want to do it, baby?”
I hesitated, “No–” The rhythmic pumping suddenly felt mechanical and clumsy. The moment was passing as I felt shame for what I wanted.
Emma pushed me off. Surprised, I wasn’t sure what she wanted. “Get on your back.” I did. She mounted my erection. Her tiny tits bobbed up and down as she rode me. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me!” She chanted. I grabbed her hips and matched her rhythm. The urge to pile drive her pussy returned. I cupped her tit as the bed shook with her driving body. Sweat beads formed on her skin. She leaned in and kissed me deeply. She grabbed my hand that was on her breast and slowly moved it to her neck. I looked at her as if to say, are you sure? She nodded.
Cautiously, my fingers curled around her neck. “Yes,” she panted. I increased the pressure. “Mmm,” she moaned. My mind twirled with delight. I didn’t want to do it too hard. I choked her just enough to feel her body quiver. My penis was so hard. I could feel her pussy juices streaming onto my balls. “Harder,” she commanded. I tightened the choke hold. Emma grabbed my other hand and put it on her throat. She spit in my face, which made me wild. “Choke you shit,” She said. So I closed my grip around her fragile throat and squeezed. Her breathing became labor and ragged, but, in my euphoria, I held firm. Emma swayed a moment and then gently went limp in my arms.
I was shocked. I rubbed her back and she suddenly came to consciousness. Our bodies where covered in sweat. “Ugh,” she moaned. My dick throbbed in her tight, sopping wet pussy. “Fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck me like a dirty slut,” she begged still gasping for air. So I flipped her onto her back and pounded her pussy.
“Yes, fucking, yes!” She yelled. “Uh, uh, uh, UUUUUUUH!” She screamed as an orgasm rocked her petit frame. I continued to fuck her as she scratched at my sweaty back. She came so hard I could hear a sloppy, wet squelching sound as I fucked her. Cum gushed out of me in a torrent. It filled her pussy, spilling onto the bedspread. I pulled out and it flooded out in gouts. Fuck that was the most giz I had ever produced.
We lay exhausted next to each other. I looked at her in awe. She sighed, “Not every night, but once in a while.” She leaned over and went to sleep. What a ride.
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