Strangers on a Train pt 7 [affair]

Emily cleaned herself up, sucking the cum from her necklace. She adjusted her bra and straddled Micheal’s lap. Micheal placed his hands on her ass while Emily grabbed his face, caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. She gently kissed his lips, letting all the physical intensity cascade through her body, pooling even more between her legs. She rested her forehead against his when she broke the kiss.

“I think we’re both going to be late tonight,” she said.

“I think you’re right,” Micheal said.

He moved them closer to his desk so he could grab his phone to text his wife. He gave Emily her purse so she could do the same. She pulled out something else and put it in her back pocket. She pressed herself further against his already hardening cock.

“I love knowing I get you this turned on,” Emily growled as she kissed his neck and unbuttoned his shirt. She kissed his lips. “Next time, though, in a proper spot.”

Micheal smiled and undid her bra, tossing it to the side. He kissed her neck, down her breasts. Emily bit her lip to keep her moan in. She gasped when he took her pink nipple in his mouth.

“I love knowing I have this affect on you,” Micheal said.

Emily smiled. She sat on his desk and made the come hither motion with a smirk on her lips. Micheal stood and placed his hands on either side of her, boxing her in. Emily grabbed him by the belt to pull him closer. She undid his pants and pulled his cock free, not breaking eye contact with him. She reached into her back pocket and placed something around the base of his cock. Micheal didn’t break eye contact, but smiled.

“Something different today,” he said, his deep voice making her heart flutter. Emily blushed.

“You said you’d try it,” she replied.

“I did,” he said. Emily rolled on a condom and pressed a button on the device she had placed on Micheal. He groaned.

“Wow,” he said.

Emily quickly pushed her pants and panties down. Micheal kissed Emily as he plunged deep inside her, his kiss muffling her moan.

“Oh my God, Micheal,” she breathed. She pulled him down with her as she lay back on his desk.

Emily wrapped her legs around Micheal as he rocked against her body. She arched her back when Micheal took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. The vibration from the cock ring hit against her clit every time their hips connected. Emily pushed her hips up into Micheal’s and bit her finger as she felt herself get closer and closer to climax.

“Fuck, Micheal,” she moaned as her legs trembled.

Micheal felt her tighten and tighten. He couldn’t hold out any more. He thrusted hard into her, pressing the vibration against her clit. Emily gasped loudly and Micheal covered her mouth, lest she scream. Her legs clamped tightly around him, holding him inside her as her orgasm made her whole body convulse. Micheal shut of the vibrator and brushed the hair out of Emily’s face.

“Next time, in a proper place,” he panted. Emily giggled.

They walked casually to the train and enjoyed each other’s presence on the ride home. Emily walked with Micheal to his car. She looked into his eyes before she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Micheal wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Good night,” he said.

“Good night,” Emily said.

Emily got home and kicked her shoes off.

“I hate when you work late,” her husband said and he kissed her forehead.

“Not much I can do about it,” Emily said.

“I know.”

She warmed up some dinner and ate, changing into pajamas shortly after. She sat in her chair with her computer on her lap. Her husband sat at his desk playing video games and watching videos with his back to her like he did every night.

Emily wished her husband would pay attention to her like he used to, but she knew that as people get older, they change. She busied herself with her own videos and some writing, trying to keep her mind distracted from everything that was wrong with her marriage.

Emily wondered what Micheal was doing and if he was still thinking about their encounter today. She smiled. *God that was the best sex I’ve had in a long time* Emily thought. She decided to write another naughty story for Micheal and send it to him before she went to bed.

When Micheal got home, his lovable pug greeted him.

“Hello Frankie,” he said as he petted him. Micheal hung his keys up and went to the bedroom to change so he could go for his run.

“Why were you late tonight?” his wife asked.

“I had a client stop by last minute,” Micheal lied as he stripped out of his office attire.

“Right,” she said as she hung up her clothes.

“Michelle, I couldn’t just say no,” Micheal said, pulling on a white t-shirt and running shorts.

“No, because you never can,” his wife spat. “It’s always what the firm wants.”

“Michelle, I’m trying to do my job,” Micheal said.

“I know. I know,” Michelle said. “But when is it going to change, Micheal?”

Micheal clenched his fist and left for his run. He pounded the pavement harder than he intended to that day and was exhausted when he got home. He showered and ate some dinner. His wife wouldn’t talk to him and he was in no mood to argue tonight. He diligently worked on his computer while the TV was playing, but soon his mind wandered to his afternoon delight. He forced his smile down and put his computer away, trading it for his phone.

He cautiously checked his latest reddit post and saw a message notification. He saw the link Emily sent to her latest story. He excused himself to the bathroom so he could read it as he knew it wouldn’t be long. Micheal was too aroused to go back to the living room, so he sent Emily a video of what she had done.

Emily kept her giggle to herself when she watched the video but she couldn’t help how much Micheal turned her on. She quietly snuck to the bedroom and laid on the bed to play, sending a picture back to Micheal and telling him what she wants to do with him.

Micheal replied with another video, this time stroking himself and describing to her what it would feel like as he fucked her. Emily sighed. She couldn’t stand it any more and she took out her favorite toy, “Tracy’s Dog.” After she inserted it and adjusted the clit suction she sent another picture.

‘You torture me.’ she said.

‘I wish I was there to help,’ Micheal texted back.

Emily bit her lip. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She watched Micheal’s video again, letting her mind wander and pretend he was actually there. She loved how his voice sounded and it was insane how wet just that could make her. She let her toy take her closer and closer to euphoria. Emily then hit the record button.

“You made me this wet,” she said. “You should be here to help take care of it. Fucking me hard. Making me scream your name.”

She let out a little squeal as she came all over her toy and she hit the stop button on her phone. She shut her toy off and laid there, enjoying the endorphins. Emily cleaned up quickly and pretended she was in the bathroom before returning to the living room. She hit send on the video and smiled to herself, hoping she tortured him more.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/esjuhn/strangers_on_a_train_pt_7_affair