CHAPTER 1 – Emily
“I’ve got a new fan,” Emily said, hearing her husband walk into the kitchen behind her. I’ll give him a little extra wiggle while I do this. She knew he was watching her ass as she grated the cheese.
She’s got over three hundred thousand followers, why is she telling me about a new one? “Oh?” Bran said, unimpressed.
I wonder if he’s still watching? Emily thought when she finished grating mozzarella.
Emily spread the grated cheese over the top of the Keto Lasagna, “Well he isn’t really new. He’s been making comments for a while, he sent me an email last night. I saw it this morning after you went to work. He said he liked my pink sundress.”
“I love that dress on you. It shows a lot of cleavage,” Bran said.
Bran loves anything I wear that shows my tits and ass, she thought. “Yeah, it does show off my boobs, that’s why I’ve never posed in it for my blog. Stop staring at my ass and open the oven please.”
“I wasn’t staring at it,” he said, moving his eyes away from it as he walked to the oven and opened it.
“I call bullshit. Every time I wear these shorts you stare at my ass. I bet you were thinking impure thoughts about me too.” She put the casserole pan in the oven and shut the door.
“Wait how?” Bran asked, no longer hypnotized by her swaying ass, he was beginning to think more clearly about what she said. “How did he see you wearing it if you don’t have a picture of you wearing it on your blog?”
“I don’t know. The more I think about it the more creeped out I get. I wore it to the mall the day before yesterday, I wonder if he saw me there. This guy was one of my first fan’s. I’ve been going through my blog all day. He has comments here and there but nothing creepy like this. Stuff like ‘That looks amazing,’ or ‘I would certainly eat this. “
“Are you sure you never posted a picture of you in that dress?”
“Yes,” she snapped back. “That was the first thing I checked, Bran. His name is FaulkMe. He wasn’t very active the last couple of years but last month he started making more comments again, a lot more. Not just on my new stuff, he went back on my old stuff too. Bran, this is creepy. I spent all day on this.” She set a timer for the oven.
“Well you’re right, it is creepy. What’s the name again?” He asked. Something about it was familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She said it again then Bran asked her to spell it. He still couldn’t think where he knew it from. “Did he say anything else?”
“He wanted to know if I was wearing panties the last time I wore it.”
“I know that name from somewhere babe.”
“It’s so creepy. I feel like I need to take a shower.”
“Try not to let it bother you but let me know if he sends you anything else. If he does, we should report it to the police or something. It’s probably nothing to worry about though. How come you didn’t call at work and tell me about this?”
“So you could do what? Worry.” Bran shrugged his shoulders knowing she was right.
The rest of the evening she could tell he was thinking about something. Bran was less talkative than usual. Several times she needed to repeat herself as he was lost in thought. “What is with you tonight? You hardly seem here.”
“Yeah, I loved it. What did you do differently?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Dinner. Didn’t you ask me how I liked it?”
“No. I was asking what your deal is tonight? You haven’t paid attention to a thing I’ve said all evening. Just like now.” She said, shutting the dishwasher and setting the delay start.
“It’s nothing. I can’t get that name out of my head. It’ll come to me,” Bran said, following her from the kitchen to the living room. Emily could feel his eyes on her ass again.
“The best way to remember it is to stop thinking about it. It will pop in your head out of nowhere if you do that. Why don’t you try watching a movie or some football.”
“There isn’t any football on Tuesday nights,” he answered, sitting down on the couch with her.
“Well, then a movie. I need to do a little work for my blog.”
They spent the next couple of hours sitting in front of the TV. Him alternating between watching it and playing on his phone. Emily did research for her next blog post. Making notes on what she would need for her next recipe and outlining the story to go with it.
“Football. I just remembered,” Bran said while they were laying in bed later that evening.
“I thought you said there wasn’t any football on Tuesday?”
“FaulkMe. It’s a fantasy football team name. Jake Wallace used it a few years back. It would’ve been around the same time you started blogging.” Bran laid his phone down on his chest.
“Why’s that name familiar?”
“Oh you remember. He’s my old boss. Tall guy, blonde hair,” he said, then switched to a voice to mimic her, “Oh Jake, you’re so handsome. Oh Jake, you are too funny. Oh Jake, show me your big dick again.”
“Oh, you mean blue eyes. I never said that last one, and I never saw his dick,” she giggled, shoving him. He was handsome, she thought.
“So you do remember.”
“Kind duh.”
“You had a thing for him,” Bran said. She could tell he was only half kidding.
“No I didn’t. He was your boss and I was being nice to him because of that.” Okay, he was fun to hang out with and good looking but I didn’t have a thing for him. He was Bran’s boss. It’s called greasing the wheels. And he was a nice wheel to grease.
“You giggled like a school girl every time he came around, like you did a minute ago.”
“Weren’t you two buddies?” He did it too! Playing up to his boss.
Hanging out with him, she thought, rolling onto her side to reach for the phone on her nightstand.
“I wouldn’t say we were buddies. We hung out together sometimes.”
“You two played racquetball almost every week,” she said as her phone chimed, announcing a text. “And met for drinks after work at least once or twice a week. You spent more time with him than you did with me.”
“Who’s that?”
“Amy. And you traveled with him. A lot too.”
“That was work stuff. What does Amy want?”
“Nothing. She’s pissed at Kyle and venting about it. Didn’t you quit working for him because he wouldn’t give you a bonus?” Emily put the phone back on her night stand.
“I had an offer for more money from the place I’m working now. I would’ve stayed with Jake if he gave me the bonus but he wouldn’t.”
“Do you think that’s who sent the email? Isn’t he married?” She asked sitting up in bed to look at him as they talked.
“I’m positive and he was, his wife died a couple of years ago. Do you want to find out for sure if it’s him?”
“Yes. I’d feel better knowing it was him and not some random creep.”
“Respond to his email, tell him you were wearing panties. Ask him why he didn’t say hi to you.”
“What if I wasn’t wearing them?” She asked, showing him a mischievous smile as she left the bed to retrieve her computer. She strutted in front of the bed, giving him something to watch. She could feel her raven ponytail bouncing as she walked past the bed.
“What? Why wouldn’t you be wearing underwear?” He asked. She glanced at him seeing he was indeed watching her big boobs bounce as she walked. I wonder if he’ll notice I’m not wearing underwear now?
“I was,” she said from the living room. “But what if I wasn’t. Would you like that?”
“I might,” he answered as she came back into the room. She could see the smile on his face. Yes I think you would like it. It might be fun to do some time. Tease him in public with no panties. Maybe tease more than him.
“Well the look on your face says you would,” she said, opening the laptop after crawling back onto the bed. Bran returned to playing his game as she logged in and began working on her reply.
“What are you sending him?”
“I’ll read it to you when I finish.”
He went back to his game, barely beating the level he was playing and advancing to the next. Emily’s fingers clicked away at the keys in sporadic spurts until she finished.
“Okay, tell me what you think of this. Hi Jake. It’s been a while since we heard from you. Hope you are doing well. You should have said hi to me when you saw me in the mall the other day. I was there picking up a couple of things I needed for a new blog post. We were so sorry to hear about your wife. Thank you for the compliment on the dress, it is one of Bran’s favorites and yes, I was wearing panties dot dot dot I always do.”
“That sounds perfect babe. Send it,” he said, rolling away from her to plug in his phone as she closed her laptop.
“How about a little fun time?” She suggested, running her hand down Bran’s side and to his hip.
“Raincheck? I’m bushed, baby. Let’s put it on the schedule for tomorrow night. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. That’s fine. If you’re going to sleep I’m going to the other room to do some work.” And play with myself since you aren’t up to fucking your wife. I wonder what it would be like walking around the mall without panties? Feeling the air on my bare pussy. Accidentally flashing it to a stranger. Emily could feel herself getting wet as she sat down on the couch.
She turned on the lamp on the end table and replaced the laptop with a Kindle. She scrolled through a few books to purchase then stopped at a title and cover that caught her eye. She downloaded the sample and began reading.
The heroine was a modern southern belle about her age. Emily laughed a couple times as she read until a steamy sex scene started.
Belle was getting a foot rub from an old high school boyfriend that lost his virginity to her. He kept placing her foot on his cock as he rubbed it. One thing led to another and pretty soon she was sucking his big cock.
That was enough for Emily. She checked on Bran, he was out. She got her dildo and vibrator from the bathroom then returned to the living room. Emily turned off the Kindle and the lamp. She laid down pulling the hem of the nightie up and closed her eyes.
She was the southern belle getting a foot rub. She was wearing a short dress without any underwear. Emily knew he could see up her dress. He could see her bare pussy as he rubbed her feet. She spread her legs apart in the fantasy as she did on the couch, giving him a better view.
She rubbed the dildo up and down her slit. Emily thought about the guy with the big cock moving his hands from her feet to her calves. She could see him stare at her opening. She knew he could see how wet she was.
The outline of his hard cock in the faded denim jeans looked huge. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to know what it would be like for him to fill her mouth with it. To stretch her coochie with his meat.
Emily fast-forwarded her fantasy to the point that she was taking his cock out of his jeans. She was kneeling between his legs. Naked for him. Ready to do anything he wanted.
She moved the dildo from between her legs up to her lips imagining it was his cock. The cock in Emily’s fantasy was larger than her six inch plastic one in both length and girth. She parted her lips letting it slide between them as his cock did in her daydream.
A moan escaped from her as she tasted her own wetness on it, sliding deeper past her lips. With her other hand she put the vibe to her clit and turned it on. She pulled back on it until only the head was in her mouth then heard the fantasy man say Take it all slut.
She pushed the plastic cock in further this time. She almost gagged, pulled back on it again then pushed it more after relaxing her throat. The combination of sucking on the dildo and the vibe on her clit was about to send her over the edge. She took the vibe from her clit, putting the orgasm off as she pulled the cock out of her mouth.
Emily breathed hard in the dark room as she ran the vibrator over one nipple then the other. She could feel her juices leaking from pussy as she imagined the man commanding her to turn around. To put her ass in the air to him.
She rolled off the couch with a toy in each hand, getting on the floor like he wanted. She put the plastic cock against her opening thinking of him behind her. Him lining up his big dick to fuck her.
Are you ready to be my slut, she could imagine him saying. Emily whimpered and a silent yes escaped her lips. She inserted the dildo slowly, letting her feel it stretch her until it was in as far as it would go. She pushed against the base of it trying to make it go deeper.
You like that don’t you? Having a big cock in your slutty married cunt. Emily nodded her head as she thrust the plastic dick in and out of her pussy, imagining the blonde man behind her. Him pounding her soaking honeyhole. She reached up to the couch, pulling a pillow off it. She shoved the pillow under head then buried her face in it.
Emily rammed it in and out of her pussy moaning into the pillow as she put the vibrator back to her clit. She could feel the orgasm building as the plastic cock hit her g-spot over and over. “Fuck me Jake. Make me cum with your big cock. Make me your slut,” she mouth into the pillow as her orgasm washed over her.
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