Erotica Not a Sound

[odin chacha]

I hear the rustling of footsteps on the long grass outside my tent and lift my head up from my inflatable pillow and peak my ears towards the noise.
It's the third day of a college trip to the woods outside the city, where me and a few other teachers are guiding some of the better students through some wilderness task as part of some award thing I'm not remotely interested in. It's too close to the city to be a true challenge, but it's a nice change of pace from the usual grind of life. And as much as I love my wife and children, getting to sleep alone and even getting to sleep in for once is appreciated.
The noise outside of the tent stops and then I hear a timid voice speak up.
"Knock-knock?"
Emma. Of all the people that were taking part in the field trip, she was perhaps the most timid. She was bookish, with long dark hair and black-rimmed glasses. She was cute in her own way, and he'd not been the only one to notice her impressive rack. It was very well hidden though - she never wore anything provocative.
"What is it Emma?" I ask, staying on my inflatable double bed and hoping she'll go back to bed soon enough so I can get some rest - I've definitely not come all the way out here to have whatever sleep I can get ruined by a meek woman.
"I can't sleep. Can... can I come in?" she asks and I audibly groan, hopefully loud enough that she gets the point. Yet I don't hear any footsteps and after another groan I lean up and turn on the small light I have, which Emma takes as me admitting entry, beginning to open the zipper to the outer tent and then the inner one.
"Hurry in then," I hiss, and notice she's wearing a dark green vest top and light blue cotton shorts. And no bra. It's the most skin I've ever seen on the nineteen year old, her pale skin glowing against the small light in the middle of my tent. "And shut the zips behind you."
I know the risks of having her in here. If any of the other teachers knew she was here my career would be done. Yet knowing the risks I don't move and wait for her explanation.
"I'm sorry Matt" she says, sitting on her knees and looking suitably embarrassed. "I just couldn't sleep and... I miss home. And my boyfriend. I've never been this far away from them all for so long."
She sniffs and I roll my eyes at all this show. "And what do you want me to do Emma? I mean... what can I honestly offer? Do you want me to drive you back? Because if you do it will have to wait until the morning."
Her brown eyes glance up then, for once not framed by her glasses. Perhaps she had been expecting more sympathy from him. He held that gaze for a moment until she sadly shook her head.
"No. I don't want to go. I like it here. But... can I stay with you? Please? I'll sleep on the edge of your bed, you won't even know I'm here."
I do lean up then, exposing more of my bare chest to her. "Emma, do you know how risky that is? I could lose my job! I have a wife and kids that depend on me. No, you cannot stay."
Those brown eyes flutter slightly and I'm slightly taken aback - is she more than she seems? "Please" she whispers pathetically and I sigh, leaning up to turn out the light in the tent and then settling back down.
"You're gone before dawn." I tell her, and then close my eyes as I feel the bed bulge with the slight weight of her getting onto it and moving to the other side of him. That should be the end of it I think as she settles down away from me somewhere.
But I can't sleep and neither can she from the way her breathing hasn't shallowed. I look up to roof of my tent and wait for another teacher to barge in and demand to know why there's a barely clothed student in the bed beside me.
"I'm cold."
I tut loudly, pause, and then tell her to get closer then. Just speaking those words make my pulse quicken as she scoots closer to me so she's pressed against my left arm. "Thanks," she whispers, voice impossibly close, and then places a hand on my chest.
I should tell her to stop that. I don't.
When she lightly kisses my bare shoulder, I should tell her to stop. I don't.
Instead I turn to look at her in the dim light of the tent.
"What are you doing Em?" I ask softly, knowing she can feel how my heart races now.
"Saying thank you," she whispers back in a sultry voice and then leans forward to kiss my lips.
Yes, I've totally misunderstood this girl.
I pull away slightly, but not enough to make it clear that I don't want this. God I've not touched another woman in fifteen years, and now one almost half my age is kissing me?
"You should go back" I tell her, with precisely zero conviction. Her hand runs along my chest again, fingers twirling the short hair there, and then she kisses me lightly again. This time my lips part for hers, and my body stirs in want for this stunning woman, however old she is and however dangerous it is for my career and marriage.
Her hand snakes down my chest, under the sleeping bag I'm in, and finds my erect cock. She bites down on those full lips and I can't help but gasp as her petite hand smooths slowly up and down my shaft, teasing around the tip slowly enough to let me know that she knows what she is doing.
I swallow hard and then turn to my side to face her. Without thinking, without asking and without considering any consequences, I reach down and push the elastic of her shorts aside. I can feel a small tuft of hair and then very wet lips. Emma gasps herself then as my thumb brushes her clit and my index finger curls into her slick pussy. It forces a gasp from her then, the rhythm she was in while working my cock broken for a moment.
"Shut the fuck up," I rasp. "Unless you want us both to get into serious trouble."
She nods with her eyes closed and I turn my attention to how wet and tight she feels, how her pale cheeks have blushed, and how fucking good she feels. Now I've taken more control from her she is barely moving her hand on my cock, but that suits me fine - being able to watch her squirm under me, lips pressed against my chest to stop herself crying out, is payment enough.
Or is it?
I pull my fingers from her and she pulls away breathless, brown eyes finding mine for a moment as I stand on the precipice of something monumental. I know I should think with my head and not my cock but my fingers are slick with Emma's juices and she's panting slightly beside me in need.
What is a man supposed to do in that situation?
I start to undo my sleeping bag. As I do, I notice Emma pull down her shorts, as if she had been reading my mind and knew exactly what I had been thinking. Knowing exactly what I wanted. Tossing the bag aside I get onto my knees and roughly spread her legs, her sex glistening and inviting me to take her.
"Not a sound." I warn and place the head of my thick cock against the enticing entrance to her pussy and then push easily into her. Her warmth wraps around me and at that point the student isn't the only one making a small, gasp of pleasure.
"Fuck you're so tight" I hiss as I take her as slowly as I can manage. Any quicker and I know the bed will make too much noise, something I learned the night before when I'd attempted to masturbate. With two people on the bed it was bound to arouse suspicion.
I reach down and push up her top, needing to see quite how big her tits were. Recognising what I'm doing, Emma reaches for the hem of the top and she quickly pulls it over her head, revealing some of the biggest tits I'd ever seen in person. I greedily reach for them and pinch a hard, pink nipple between finger and thumb until she lets out a gasp of delight.
Even that sounds like a thundercrack compared to the silence around us. I put a hand over her mouth and then start to fuck her faster, firm thrusts into her that make her wince in pleasure and make what I assume are E cups bounce on her chest.
God what is this girl doing here with me?
With my free hand I wrap around her milky thigh and drill into her harder, her back now arching in pleasure. It's taking all my willpower not to fuck her into a frenzy and I stop for a second to make sure I don't cum too soon, swallowing hard and trying to forget quite what I'm doing with this girl.
She takes the opportunity to remove my hand from her mouth and climbs into my lap expertly, keeping my cock firmly in her pussy as she settles down. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and her eyes stay on me as, slowly, her hips grind on my cock. Now it's my time to moan.
"Not a sound" she teases in a whisper against my mouth. She bites my lower lip playfully just as my hands go to her firm ass, running along it as she slides her pussy up and down my cock. It's slow, almost painful sex. There's almost too much I want to do with her, and not anywhere where I can.
And she knows it.
Our lips lock and I feel hard nipples graze my chest. I feel her speeding up, gasping quietly before me and building towards an orgasm. I know I shouldn't cum in this woman, know I shouldn't be doing any of this. But at this point it's far too late, and I figure I'll at least end it on my terms.
I throw her back down onto the bed. Fine, I think, if she wants to be fucked then I'll fuck her.
On her back she can do nothing as I pound into her pussy. Arms and hips wrap around me and I hear muffled moans coming from that pretty little mouth as the bed squeaks beneath us. At this point I don't care, I just want Emma to know that she can't fuck with me. Just like I'll show her tomorrow night too, when I sneak into her tent and fuck her there.
I feel her climax, feel that tight pussy of hers clench around my cock as I take her. She squeaks against my chest, but it's nothing compared to the way the bed groans beneath us.
I grunt into the night when I cum, pulsing what feels like ropes and ropes into her, continuing to thrust hard into her as I look down, my hands squeezing her tits hard. She's smiling up at me and I know that I've fallen into her trap, giving her exactly what she wanted.
She won't be smiling so much tomorrow, I tell myself. And then wonder if that's what she wants too.

 

[odin chacha]

Pt. 02
I was sure that someone must have heard what had happened. Paranoia crept into my every thought, along with the guilt of what I'd done with Emma the night before.
The night when I'd fucked a nineteen your old student of mine in my tent.
Over breakfast I had gingerly asked my colleagues whether they had heard any strange noises last night, but none of them claimed to have heard a thing. I'd shared a brief look with the teen that I'd shared myself with and she offered no visible cue of what she was thinking.
Finding time to speak with Emma alone was impossible, even though I really needed to. I came inside of her. Not just a little, but fully emptied my sack into her tight pussy. I wanted to ask if she was on birth control, I wanted to hear what she was thinking. Did she feel the same guilt I did? She did have a boyfriend at home after all. And she had instigated it all - it wasn't like I would have instigated anything. It took her hand around my manhood to coax any real reaction from me.
I could still remember it all though, burned onto my brain like a tattoo. I could still feel her heavy breathing against my palm, her mouth covered while I thrust my hard cock into her. I could still feel the graze of her pink nipples against my chest as she slowly rode me on my lap, and then the way she had come undone under me.
I swear I'd been walking around with a stiff cock most of the day as the memory continued to plague me. No opportunity came to speak with Emma, so the thoughts built like a pressure inside of me, begging to be released in the most dangerous way. I couldn't do it again, I told myself over and over, even if I'd seemingly gotten away with fucking someone in my care, someone who wasn't my wife. I had to be strong and refrain from doing anything stupid.
When night comes I make sure I'm the last one awake in the hope that Emma might come out of her tent, which is beside mine. I tell myself it's so we can talk about what happened, but the bulge in my shorts shows that for the lie it is. All I can think about is her supple young body under mine again.
She doesn't come out, regardless of how much at I stare at the closed tent flap. With reluctance I leave the dying fire and head to my own tent, undressing and then getting into my sleeping bag, trying to fight the demons that the young woman has awoken inside of me.
My eyes are just starting to droop when I hear a sound. I lift my head up and look around, but there's no one in the tent and there's no one outside that I can hear rustling around. I listen for a moment and slowly work out what it is.
Soft moaning. Coming from the tent beside mine.
I take a sharp intake of breath when the realisation hits at what Emma is doing barely a few yards from me. My cock instantly stiffens at the mental image of her sliding her small fingers into her pussy, of her back arching and her hand gripping at one of her large breasts. Was she thinking about me, or her boyfriend?
The sound was like a siren call to me, and I gripped my hair in frustration. I couldn't go. I really couldn't. There was too much to lose by even opening my tent, nevermind doing anything else.
Yet I still put my shorts on. And I still opened my tent and shuffled silently to hers on my knees in the dewy grass. I pause before the now silent tent and wonder what the fuck am I doing. It's only a moment, but I'm wincing at how weak I am as I grip the zipper and slowly open Emma's tent.
There was no more noise, only the sound of me closing the flap to the outside world. In the dim light of the tent I can make out Emma laid out on her single mattress, eyes shut and wearing a white vest top. Dark hair splays around her head like a dark halo of sorts and her sheet covers the left side of her body, the white fabric tangled around one leg but not covering her exposed sex, which glistens provocatively at me.
My breathing quickens and I glance at Emma's face. Her eyes remain shut, but the small quirk of her mouth makes it apparent she's not asleep and that she knows who is in her tent. I look back down to her sex and, thinking with my cock once more, let my hands touch her bare leg.
She doesn't even flinch.
Slowly my hand runs up her smooth leg and to the inside of her pale thighs. My eyes look up to see if she will open hers, let me catch a glimpse of her pretty chestnut irises, but the only change is the slight smile on her face. She is so fucking sure of herself, I think, both angry and aroused by the teen.
A finger traces around her clit and she shifts slightly on the bed, making a sigh of contentment. She still feigns sleep. I want her to scream, I want her to beg for me and my cock. Everything about this woman draws out the very worst in me, making me forget all the vows I'd made fifteen years ago to my wife in front of all our family and friends. Making me forget the colleagues and students within feet of us as my hand wanders along her beautiful figure.
I need to drown out those thoughts, and I decide to in the most foolhardy way. I lean forward and place my mouth on her clit. My tongue drags along the small nub, and finally, finally, she makes the same moan I'd heard from my tent only minutes ago.
My decision clearly made, I settle myself down between her legs and use my fingers to spread her wet lips. She tastes divine as my tongue slowly sweeps up her pink folds and back towards her clit, which I tease with little flicks from the tip of my tongue. I'm rewarded with a gasp, which turns into a moan when my lips lock around her nub and I suck firmly on it.
My eyes look up to see her squirming, sheets now tossed aside. Her top has ridden up, but not enough to expose her tits. I reach up and let a large hand slip under the top to grope hungrily at her full, enormous breasts. Her nipple is already hard before I pinch it and I hear a squeak of pleasure from Emma.
I want more. God I want nothing more than to see how loud she can really moan. I slide two fingers into her pussy and curl back against the wall of her cunt, and when I look up to see how she has reacted I see she has placed her pillow over her face. Faint, muffled moans can be just about heard. I want to rip it free, let the rest of the camp know what I'm doing to her, but refrain and focus on what my mouth and fingers are doing, watching how she squirms as I build her to release.
When she cums, it's over my fingers. Her slim, pale form convulses as the waves of orgasm crash over her and I slowly move my tongue over her wet lips and taste her. I kiss around her mound, her inner thighs, and then lean up to sit on my knees again.
Emma's face is flushed as she removes the pillow, eyes finally open and smile wide as she meets my eyes. She leans up and rests on her forearms.
"Your turn" she whispers provocatively and I, somehow, shake my head.
"No. No more of this. You're in my care, and I'm married." I hiss back. "There will be no more of this."
Emma leans up and moves to me, brown eyes watching me while mine sweep to her vest top and see how her hard nipples poke at the thin fabric. She presses herself against me and when she speaks it's with the same innocence I heard when she first came to me the night before. "But you don't mean that" she whispers, hands in the back of my hair and caressing my head softly.
"Yes I do" I reply, hearing the strain in my voice even before she reaches into my shorts and finds my hard cock. Just a simple touch and I melt into her touch, gasping as her lips press against mine and her skillful tongue swirls into my mouth.
She removes her top and lets it drop to the floor and I know I cannot win this battle of wills. My hands run over her exquisite breasts, so firm compared to my wife's that I wonder whether I'll ever be able to hold hers again without feeling guilty for wanting only these.
"Fine" I growl, pushing the bed out of the way, eager to not make anywhere near the noise I made the night before, and forcing Emma to get on all fours on the base mat of the tent. She quickly takes position with a grin and I pull my shorts down, cock springing free. Not wanting to think about how terrible I am for doing this for a second time, I waste no time with sheathing myself inside her tight pussy.
It's every bit as perfect as it was the night before. Her back arches and I slowly run a rough hand along the length of her spine as I start to take her. Every teasing look, every sideways glance she had given me all day - it all comes out then. A hand wraps into her dark hair and the other grips at her hip and I fuck her.
Really fuck her.
I piston into her with all the lust I've felt for her all day, forcing down the grunts I want to make so the only sound is the slap of hips against her round ass. Even that sounds far too loud - everything I'm doing with her feels too loud. I can just about see Emma's face from my position, hand over her mouth to stop moans from escaping. It's that moment when I decide to pull her up with her hair so her hands are now off the floor and she instantly reaches back to grip onto my body.
Our eyes meet as my fingers push into her mouth as I fuck her. She sucks down hard on them, somehow turning me on even more.
"Fucking slut" I hiss at her. "You fucking slut. You want my cum. Tell me you want my cum."
She nods desperately and that's enough for me. I push her flat onto the mat, my hips grinding hard as I build up to my release, hand pressed onto her head so she's looking sideways so I can watch as she moans softly. "Not a fucking sound!" rasps from my mouth as my back arches and I pulse my seed into her sweet cunt.
I gasp as I come down and Emma's hands grip to the mat as she feels me fill her. Her eye glances to look at me and I look aside in shame at giving in so easily again.
"One more night," she pants. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, won't I Matt?"
I can't even begin to find the words to argue with her.

 

[odin chacha]

Pt. 03
After I'd climbed into my sleeping bag for the night, having just left the tent of a recently fucked nineteen year old girl, I spent time looking at the wedding ring on my finger and tried to think back to how I'd felt on that day - love for my wife, excitement for the family we would have together and the future we would experience. I even had a good career that I enjoyed for the most part, still did.
So why was I trying to throw all that away with Emma?
For two nights now I had fucked the young student in my care, each time filling her with my cum, with barely any care for the consequences until it was dripping out of her. When I'd asked her nervously if she was on any birth control she had just laughed and wished me a good night. It was a laugh that tormented me as sleep finally pulled me under.
Once again there was no indication that anyone had heard what Emma and I had been up to as we all sat down for breakfast. This time the teen kept on looking at me as we snacked on dried fruit, a slight quirk to her full lips as she chewed slowly on a strawberry. Even the way she ate could make my lust for her stir.
The day ahead was to be spent down by the lake for a little down time before we headed back to our lives the next morning. It wasn't a long walk, but I did manage to make a little room from the others so that I could finally manage a quick word with Emma. "You need to tell me whether you're on the pill or not." I rasp, aware that talking to her about something like this with colleagues all of ten paces away is incredibly dangerous. Emma looks at me and tuts, slapping my hand gently away from her after I had grabbed her arm.
"Of course I am. You think I want to get pregnant? I've got my whole life ahead of me - a good life. I don't intend to be grunting in a tent with someone half my age when I get to your age."
The words sting like a whip and it takes an amount of self-control to refrain from grabbing her and telling her that she had made me do all this, that she had started it and I had every right to be asking these questions considering what I'd done. What she'd made me do.
Instead I watch her sulk off and join the rest of the students as they prepare for their dip, and then continue to watch Emma as she strips out of her baggy t-shirt and jogging bottoms, revealing the sheer black bikini she's wearing underneath. Every male from the camp is looking at her at this point, reveling in her beauty. "Fucking crime she hides that figure" Carl, a colleague, says as he moves to stand beside me. "I'd love a go on that."
How little he knows.
The students frolic in the water for an hour before we break for a quick lunch, and afterwards they relax by catching the sun for a little while. When it comes to putting on some sun cream, I can't help but get envious at one of the male student's rubbing the sunblock into Emma's back. My lips go thin as I watch him smooth the cream into her soft skin, and when I glance down to see how she's reacting I find her smiling at me. My fists clench at the baiting, before I shake my head and tell myself that this is precisely how she wants me to react. I lie down, pick up my book, and try to push the thoughts of how her body felt from my mind.
The rest of the day goes by quickly, with most of it spent either on the small beach, or preparing for our departure the next morning. We all enjoy a final dinner together and I decide that an early night is what I need, so head to bed before I can do anything else I will regret. I don't make eye contact with Emma, and I do my best not to think about her at all as I undress and get into my sleeping bag.
With little sleep the last few nights, and a day spent baking in the sun, I'm not surprised I fall asleep quickly. Yet even as I'm starting to doze I know that she won't leave me alone. So when I'm woken by the sound of my tent being opened I'm not even surprised. I lift my head from my pillow and see Emma's head peaking in, a smile on her face.
"Emma, no!" I hiss at her. Yet she only grins, beckons me with her finger, and leaves my tent. I'm dumbstruck for a moment until I realise this is what she wants - she wants me to go to her, she wants me to succumb to her will.
I won't do it any longer.
That's why I'm pulling on shorts and a shirt and going after her, right? To tell her she can't play with me any longer?
I stand up and start to move to her tent before I see a light shining beyond the camp. My head turns towards it and I swear quietly under my breath before grasping its Emma, a torch under her face. I hear her laughing softly at my reaction and then watch her and the torch head away from camp, giving me no choice but to follow her.
It only takes a moment for me to figure out where she's leading me, my feet stumbling over roots and twigs on the dark ground as we head towards the lake. I can just about make out the torch in front of me and I call out to Emma, but she doesn't stop. Just go back to camp, I tell myself. But when I almost trip over the shirt she's discarded, I pick it up and inhale her scent from the fabric.
I only stumble faster after her.
When I reach the lake she's removed her jogging bottoms. This time she's wearing nothing underneath her garments. The night is clear and the moon reflects on her pale, naked form. If the last few nights hadn't happened I would be certain that this was some kind of dream.
"Emma, please..." I start, but she lifts a finger to my lips to stop me from continuing.
"No words. Just come for a swim with me." She whispers as innocently as I once imagined her being.
She doesn't wait for a response, leaving me on the beach as she wades through the water until it's up past her naval. By the time she turns around my shirt and shorts are off, hidden behind a tree with the clothes that she has discarded. I follow in after her, showing Emma the fool we both know I am.
When I reach her she drapes both arms around my shoulders and presses her lips to mine tenderly. I don't even try to fight her - what's the point at this juncture? Instead my hands go to her slender hips and I pull her closer to me until I feel hard nipples sliding against my wet chest.
Under the water she wraps her legs around me and I put a hand to the small of her back to support her, watching as she leans back to display herself to me, her long dark hair falling into the water to turn it jet black in this light, a stark contrast to the whiteness of her skin. My other hand slides along her wet stomach to her full tits. I caress them at first but such is the way they feel I am soon groping them until I hear a slight moan escape her lips.
"Fuck, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen" I whisper as she returns to press against my body, kissing me. I pull her greedily to my torso while her hips rock against my hard cock. When she breaks the kiss she grips the back of my head and stares at me intently.
"I want to hear what you want to do. I want to hear what you want Matt."
I lick my lips and look at her. It's so clear what she wants me to say, but I know in saying it she's won and I am hers. I glance at my wedding ring and then back to her.
"I want to fuck you Emma."
"Louder."
I sigh and repeat it back to her louder.
She smiles at me and then impales herself slowly on my cock, completing my failure as a husband and father.
She whimpers slightly in my arms as my hands go to her ass to guide her movements, though she doesn't need much guidance at all. Her hips move slowly and deliberately, forcing a grunt from my lips.
"Matt, you feel so-"
"Shhh!"
I'd noticed the torch a second before, coming down to the beach. I lower the two of us into the water so that only our heads are visible, and silently pray that whoever it is hasn't seen or heard us.
My head tilts slightly to look to the beach and I see its Carl. Thankfully he's not seen our clothes and not seen the two of us in the water from the way he's acting, though I silently curse him when he takes a seat on a rock and lights a cigarette. We'll just have to stay here and not move until he's done, I think to myself. It's not like he'll be long.
And then I feel the slightest movements of Emma's hips.
My head turns to glare at her. She can't possibly think that we can continue this now when a colleague of mine is all of twenty yards away from us? The way she smiles at me while biting her bottom lip tells me she knows exactly what she's doing, as does the way her hips move once more. It's so dangerous, what she's doing, but also the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life.
Our foreheads press against one another and my hands go to her hips to pull her firmly against my cock, forcing a silent gasp of pleasure from her lips. She pulls herself closer to me and I wrap an arm around her body, as if hiding her from Carl's sight.
We continue like that, our mutual movements so slow, until Carl tosses his cigarette end into the water and stands up. I cease moving Emma against me at that point, eager to avoid my colleague seeing movement from us now we've been so careful. My student doesn't stop though, and I'm about to whisper for her to do so when I hear shuddering gasps in my ear and then the feeling of her pussy tightening around my cock, her body softly shaking in my arms.
I hold her close as she comes down from her orgasm, her head resting on my shoulder and her breathing ragged. I wait until I'm sure Carl won't be returning and then slowly stand up in the water, the sound of water dripping from our bodies and into the lake around us.
Emma is smiling when she kisses me affectionately, a kiss that I respond in kind with - it feels like we've come through something monumental together. "That," she whispers with a giggle. "Is the most intense orgasm I've ever had."
"And you just needed to have someone who could ruin both our lives in our eyeline to have it." I retort, though I find myself smiling like an idiot.
She laughs softly and then she moves her mouth to my ear so I can feel her lips brush the lobe as she whispers; "Take me to the beach."
I duly oblige, keeping myself firmly planted inside of her as we move slowly back through the water and back to the small bit of sand Emma had enthusiastically called a beach. She holds onto me tight and I kiss her shoulder lightly, feeling oddly relaxed now Carl had disappeared and the chances of my life being ruined had gotten a little less likely.
When we reach land once more, I reluctantly pull my manhood free of her and lay her on the sand. I am ready to take her, to make her moan now there's some space from the others we're with. But as I part her legs, eyes on her slick lips, she pushes at my chest.
"No."
"What do you mean 'no'?" I respond, almost incredulous. Emma just smiles.
"I want to do something for you."
My reluctance fades and I slide sideways onto my back, where she quickly straddles me. The teen kisses my lips lightly, and then moves from stubbled jawline, to collarbone, to chest. My heart rate increases as I imagine what I think she's going to do, getting more confident as her full lips press against my ribs then stomach until she is sat on my legs and I can feel her warm breath on my hard cock. When I look down at her she's smiling at me.
"Do you want me to suck your cock, Matt?"
All I can manage is a mute nod. Emma grins wickedly and then traces her tongue from base to tip slowly, forcing a groan to escape my lips and my heart to skip a beat.
"I want you to say it." She whispers and I close my eyes and shake my head, unable to cast aside the spell this girl has on me.
"I want you to suck my cock Emma."
She responds by opening her mouth and sliding the tip of my cock past her lips.
My eyes shut as I give in to her. I try to think of the time my wife did this for me, the time I felt this wanted and I can't recall. I whisper Emma's name out to the night and let my fingers tangle into her damp, dark hair, where I can feel her head bobbing up and down slowly on my cock.
There is no doubt in my mind that's she's done this before, her mouth so skilled that I'm soon pushing my hips up involuntarily into her mouth. She occasionally pauses her sucking to tease around the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue while her hand gently massages my balls. For a brief moment I wonder what she would like with her face covered in my cum, but maybe I'll do that another time.
God, do I want another time with her?
She lifts her head suddenly and moves to position her pussy over my cock. I glimpse a wetness on her fingers that show she's been as busy with her hand as she has been with her mouth. She teases me with wet lips, brushing them against the tip of cock as my hands grip possessively at her hips. I need to feel her, but she's resisting me.
"Beg. Tell me what you want." She growls at me, her voice showing how desperate she is for me too.
"I want you. I want to fuck that tight little cunt of yours." I reply instantly, desperately.
"That's not begging."
I whimper. Actually whimper.
"Please Emma. Please. I need to fuck you."
She responds by guiding my hardness into her warmth where we both groan out in unison.
She pushes down until I am buried to the hilt inside of her. Emma then starts to rock her hips slowly, hands planted on my chest as her pussy slides up and down my shaft, all the action coming from the way she moves her hips. My eyes are drawn to her tits, pushed together by her arms to create the most incredible cleavage I have ever witnessed. I reach up and pinch the inviting pink nipples, then lean up with my mouth to suck hard on one. I'm rewarded with hearing her moan properly for the first time.
Even that sounds perfect.
I slide my hand down her torso to rest on her hip, fingers pressing into her toned ass as I help to guide her, though she doesn't need any help. I give her ass a little smack of encouragement and she moans softly again, biting her lower lip and looking at me seductively.
She leans up from my body and displays herself to me, back arching to push her breasts out as both hands clutch her long hair to her skull, her eyes closed. I am lost in what she is giving me, much like it seems she is lost in what I offer her. Behind her, the moon silhouettes her body in a perfect glow so it feels like I'm fucking an angel.
The way she's grinding on my cock, I think I might be.
She moans again when I pinch her nipple and run a thumb along her clit, her brown eyes opening to look down on me beneath her. "Not going to tell me to shut up?" she gasps through a moan, hands running down her body and across hard nipples. They find my own hands and she moves them to her firm breasts and together we squeeze them together until she moans out again.
"Fuck no. I want to hear how you sound." I groan back, throwing caution to the wind. She smiles back breathless and starts to grind faster on my cock, leaning back slightly and putting her weight on a hand that's resting between my legs. My eyes switch from the way her hips rhythmically move on my cock to her face, which displays the sheer ecstasy she's feeling at the moment.
I pull her down to me and we share a passionate kiss, interrupted by her increasingly loud moans when I start to hammer upwards into her sex. I grip her hair and press my forehead to hers as my grunts join the perfect cacophony of sounds escaping her lips.
"Look at me!" I hiss. "I want you to look at me when I fill you with my cum."
Emma nods and I slam myself faster and harder into her, one hand grabbing at a tit fiercely and the other gripping a firm ass cheek. I am feral for her now, growling under my breath and baring my teeth. I stare into the beautiful eyes of the siren that has so enraptured me, eyes that are all but pleading for our mutual release.
Just as I am about to cum, I roll her onto her back and slam myself deep into her cunt, feeling her pussy clench around my cock as I pulse my seed into her. She cries out loudly, perhaps too loudly, and I slap a hand over her mouth as I grunt through clenched teeth above her. She still continues to moan under me, but at least it's not likely to wake up the res t of the camp.
I glance up to the tree line, panting as I feel myself go limp inside of her. There's no one there that I can see. When I look back to Emma I realise that my hand is still covering her mouth, and when I remove it I get to see that cute, mischievous smile of hers again.
"Well, this has definitely made this trip more fun, hasn't it?" she breathes, slender hand wrapping around mine as she kisses the back of my fingers.
I can't help but smile back at her. I am hers.
"Who says it has to end here?" I suggest with a raised eyebrow.
My mistress grins at me. I am hers.
God I am totally hers.

 

[odin chacha]

Pt. 04
The return from camp was a relief despite perhaps having the best sex of my life for three nights running. While it was good, while I felt a desire I hadn't felt in a very long time, I also knew I was happy about not feeling so on edge. Sneaking around like that, no matter how hot it was, wasn't good for my blood pressure. So as I sat on the minibus, I resolved to see as little as Emma as possible until I got my head straight. Until I knew I could say no to her.
When I arrive home, the house is empty except for my wife. Kate is short, around 5'1, with light green eyes and dirty blonde hair. She's always been slim, even after kids. All in all she was in good shape for a woman her age, which makes what I'd been doing with Emma all the worse - even more of a reason to stop it.
We make idle chat for a little while as we catch up with what's happened the last few days at home. After 15 minutes I tell her I'm dying for a shower. I leave her to the work she's doing, get to the bathroom, strip, and jump in. An audible groan of delight echoes around the room when the hot water hits my body - I've missed my creature comforts, that's for certain.
The din of the water means I miss the bathroom door creaking open, so when I feel a hand on my back I jump and turn around to find my wife, naked and laughing.
"Someone's jumpy." Kate says, hand running up my chest.
"Sorry. I'm... just tired I guess. Kate, what are you doing?"
Her lips press against my chest. "Come on, can't a girl miss her fella?" she says teasingly, hand already around my cock, working it slowly until it grows hard. "Besides, the kids won't be back from school for another hour."
I'm horrified as she gets on her knees and wastes no time in taking me in her mouth, because I know that another woman's juices had been all over it for the last few nights. It makes me thankful I'd at least washed some parts of my form before she joined me.
Despite that horror, despite how awful I feel about watching her slide my full length into her mouth, I still grip her head slightly to push my cock deeper.
Eventually I pull her up, lift her into my arms and take her against the side of the shower. I make no lie when I say that I thought of Emma, and that I took my wife with vigour that I hadn't done in years. Her moans are shrill as I pound into her, her nails scratching down my back so hard I could have sworn it was Emma. She cums twice before I find my own release, and I mouth Emma's name silently against her shoulder in a further act of betrayal.
"Jesus Matt," she pants in my arms. "Where did that come from?"
"Guess I missed you too." I reply, because it's better than telling her the truth.
The next few days pass by with little fanfare as I settle back into my regular life. Within 24 hours it feels like the camping trip was months ago. I spend time with the kids, watch a film with Kate and catch up on the work I'd avoided in the woods. I also manage to evade Emma at school by avoiding leaving the staff room at break and, in the one class that I teach her, feigning a stomach bug and leaving for home early. It's better than seeing her and knowing she is bound to do something that will break me.
To add further to my misery, Kate is suddenly insatiable. Each night after returning she had been handsy when I came to bed, even when I went to bed later in the hope she was asleep. Each time she waited though, each time she demanded the same passion from our time in the shower. Now it was Kate's turn to be told to be quiet as I watch her silhouette riding me each night.
The weekend can't come soon enough. On the Saturday I get up early and go for a run, trying to burn off the excess energy I've felt since I've come back home. It helps a little, but the thoughts I'm having continue to demonise me.
When I get back Kate has left to go swimming with the kids, so I decide to forgo a shower for now and instead work on my pet project - restoring the little Mazda I'd bought a few years ago. I change into a vest and jogging bottoms, open up my garage and smile as the hunk of junk greets me with its bodywork up on bricks.
It's a pleasant sight honestly, and I soon lose myself in the work. It's the first moment of peace I've felt for days now as my hands get covered in oil and dirt and I work another sweat up. With the music from my little radio playing I am in my own little world, so much so I'm oblivious to the light footsteps walking down the drive.
"Knock-knock?"
My blood turns cold. I lift my head from under the hood and see Emma stood there in a white summer dress with a floral print, with buttons down the front where her ample cleavage is. Even in my horror I can't help but think of how pretty she is and how radiant she looks.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hiss at her, striding across to her, taking her hand and yanking her into the garage. I immediately slam the button and the motor whirs to slowly close the door, shutting the two of us off from the outside world.
"Coming to see you of course!" she says happily, as if coming to my home is the most normal thing in the world.
"Really? You really think this is appropriate? What the fuck would I say if my wife and kids came back and saw you here?"
"Well, you're the one that made it weird by closing the door. Beforehand you could have just introduced me as one of your students."
I growl under my breath and let go of her arm, now stained with my handprint, but I don't open the garage door despite the good advice she offers. Instead I grab a rag from my workbench to wipe the excess grease and muck from my hands. "Seriously Em. What are you doing here?" I ask her, eyes glued to the towel in my hands but hearing her take a few steps closer to me.
"Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Not in my own fucking house."
"Then where? Because I know you've been avoiding me at school. I thought you wanted to spend more time with me?"
I turn to look at her and shake my head disbelievingly. "We can't. My family needs me and that means that what happened at the campsite has to stay there."
Her pretty face forms a pout and she looks down with sad eyes. It spoke of how well she could act that I'm not sure whether it's all for show or not.
"Well, can I give you a little gift then? To remember me by?"
I know what her gifts are like. I step past her and go to the controls for the garage door.
"Goodbye Emma." I tell her firmly.
She groans as I put a thumb to the button to open the door. "Not sex, you perv. Just... something for you to keep."
With a little hesitation I drop my hand from the button and then feel my breath catch in my throat as Emma bends down, lifts the bottom of her dress up, and then slowly pulls down the white, lace panties she is wearing. When she stands she has a large grin on her face and I am simply stupefied as she pushes them into my hand.
"What... what am I supposed to do with these?" I ask her as she presses her body against mine, my mind still reeling so I don't even recoil from her touch.
"Keep them. Bring them out when your wife isn't looking. Some men would probably wank into them. I guess it's a little silly giving them to you, though, seeing as I never wore any panties when you fucked me."
There was something about the emphasis in her sentence that makes me look into her chestnut eyes. There's a challenge in them, though I find my gaze sweeping down to the swell of her breasts that push against my chest. The dress isn't low cut, but there's a hint of cleavage there.
That wonderful, wonderful cleavage.
"Want my bra too?"
Before I can argue she's popped the top two buttons of her dress and I can see the lace of the white bra she's wearing. I groan out at the glimpse of it, my hand moving instinctively to rest on her hip. "Stop" I whisper, and she thankfully does.
"What's the matter?" she asks me, eyes wide as she steps on her toes to bring her face to mine. "No one's here. Just me," She kisses me lightly. "And you."
When she kisses me again I kiss her in return, full of the pent up passion that's been built up since I last saw her. All the time with my wife only alleviated a tiny bit of the lust I had for this girl, and her teasing and prodding had got me boiling over again.
I lift her up and carry her to my workbench, dragging tools off it so they clatter to the concrete floor noisily. I place her on the edge of the bench, both of our breathing ragged, both clearly needing the other as she yanks my bottoms down and I pull her dress up to her hips to reveal her pussy.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She repeats over and over like some kind of mantra, only stopping when I slam myself into her. At that point her cry echoes around the garage, the student making no attempt to be quiet.
"This what you want?" I hiss, forehead pressed against hers as I snap two more buttons on her dress so I can pull the shoulder back, ripping it down with her bra strap until a breast falls free. I greedily grab at it, marking her pale skin with black marks from my work on the car.
"I just want you to fuck me," she groans, leaning back slightly on the bench and hooking her sandaled feet just under my ass. "Is that so hard to believe?"
It really was.
The bench shakes from each slam into her cunt, the noise adding to her own groans of pleasure. The pace is ferocious because I know time is of an essence. Our hands are everywhere, mouths desperately trying to find the other so tongues can swirl around one another in a vortex of lust. This whole event was going to be quick and nasty, which made it all the hotter as I fucked my student in my garage.
She's crying out my name when I hear a car pull onto the drive, my heart going into my mouth as I realise Kate is home with the kids. Thinking fast, I pick Emma up in my arms and carry her across the garage to shut off the radio that had been playing, hopefully giving the illusion that the whole house is empty and I'm still out running. And it's not like I can go out with a girl who's covered in oil marks. No, my best bet is to hope no one thinks we're in here until everyone is in the house and settled.
The only light in the garage is coming from the skylight, so I can still see Emma as I press her against the wall with a hand over her mouth and the other hooked under a leg. Our eyes meet and there's a mischievous look in her eyes telling me that she was very glad that this was the call I made. That she knew I hadn't stopped.
That she knew I wanted to continue.
When we start again, it's to the background noise of Kate shouting at our eldest to get back to the car and grab his bag. She shouts this as my cock slides deep into another woman, all of ten feet from her. I should feel awful, and I do deep down.
But I also feel alive.
She continues to bark at them as I slowly fuck Emma, a foot on the edge of the workbench and her hips moving carefully to meet each slow thrust. I can feel her soft moans against my hand, and when I remove it to place my lips against hers I get the odd taste of dirt, oil and lip gloss.
Our lips stay locked and our movements slow until I hear the sound of the car being remotely locked and the house door slamming shut. It's the signal that I need to speed up and finish this as I know Kate will be making lunch for the kids now, giving Emma the perfect chance to escape.
"You're so fucking hot, you know that?" I groan, my cock moving faster into her wetness and my hand grabbing at her outstanding chest once more. I kiss along her neck as she plants her own hand to her mouth while she builds towards a climax.
I feel like I've become a good judge of how she comes undone at this point, so when she finds her release I follow almost instantaneously. We kiss hard as I fire ropes of cum into her young, tight pussy, each of us holding tightly to the other until we both relax.
"I think I've ruined your dress." I whisper, unable to stop smiling. She smiles back and nips my bottom lip playfully.
"Worth it. You going to stop avoiding me now?"
"Do I have a choice? You know where I live for a start."
Emma giggles and I lower her back to the ground, the two of us slowly correcting the clothing that had been disheveled during our tryst. When everything is covered up she walks over to the garage controls and hits the button. As it slowly rises, making a great deal of noise as it does, she bends down and picks up the panties I'd dropped and throws them over to me. I catch them and quickly pocket them into my jogging bottoms.
"Until next time then. Maybe I can meet you after school and we can go somewhere quiet?"
Before I can answer her she's dipped under the opening door and out into the midday sun, her body marked with black lines and marks from my wandering hands. I run them through my hair and shake my head.
"Fucking hell, did that just happen?" I whisper, as the front door opens and Kate comes round to look at me with a frown on her face.
"You scared me to death hun," she says, nervous smile on her face and hand on her chest. "I didn't realize you were home. Fancy a sandwich? After you've showered anyway. Not sure I'll be able to join you this time though."
She winks at me and I feel a slab of guilt slide over me once more.

 

[odin chacha]

Pt. 05
I had words with myself after camp and I'd continued to do so after my rendezvous with Emma in the garage. I'd told myself that it was just a phase that I'd grow out of, that I could stop if I was strong enough. All I had to do was just think about all those that would get hurt, all those I was responsible for, and I would be able to just stop things with Emma and go on with my life.
But I wasn't strong. And I couldn't stop.
After a hasty meeting at school the following Tuesday, I arrange to pick up Emma on a quiet street not too far from the gates to take a drive out of the town and towards the country. I'd expected her to go down on me as I drove, such was my thinking that all we would ever really do is be naughty together, but instead we have a pleasant conversation about her studies and what she was thinking of doing after. It's perhaps the reminder I need that this young woman isn't just someone for me to fuck, an escape from an increasingly mundane life, but something more.
Even with those thoughts, we still park up off a quiet road and jump into the back seat together, her skirt hitched up, her panties pulled aside and, most importantly, my cock inside of her. There's not a great deal of room in my modest car and no angle feels right, but that doesn't matter to either of us. All I care about is how she feels with her hands pressed hard against my back and how she cries out my name into my ear when I hit just the right spot.
It's over far too soon. I have jobs to do at home, and she doesn't want to worry her family. After we've both cum, we clean ourselves up and then head back to town. To make sure we're not seen by her parents I park on the street next to hers.
"So, when can I see you next?" she asks me, hand on the door handle and pretty face looking at me expectantly.
"I'm... not sure. I want to though, don't get me wrong. We just need to find the right time. Honestly, I'm tired of being so on edge with you Em. Like, we've not done anything yet where there hasn't been substantial risk. But we'll work something out, ok?"
Previously I'm sure she would have pouted and perhaps come to my home wearing nothing but lingerie under a raincoat. But this time she just smiles, squeezes my hand and leaves the vehicle.
In that instant I'm taken back almost twenty years to when I dropped off the girl I was going to marry outside her parents house. We'd kissed briefly in the car, me and Kate, and I remember watching her walk up to the door with the same light feeling inside of me as I feel now for Emma. That something special was brewing between us.
The only real difference is that when I watch Emma scoot down the street, I'm also wondering whether my cum was still trailing down her inner thigh.
Despite knowing our contact with one another should be limited, we still swap numbers. Messages are sent when we're alone and when we know it's safe. Even still, she's in my contacts as 'Kevin' - a friend who apparently likes to send me pictures of a pussy with a vibrator inside of it, and a friend I apparently like to send pictures of my hard cock with a pair of white panties wrapped around it - apparently Kevin thinks they look familiar.
It's almost a week since our time in my car and the need for each other is getting more obvious as the messages we share get more lewd. After Kate goes to bed on the Sunday night I go out to the garage and call Emma and we spend ten minutes whispering what we'd do to the other until we both cum.
"Fuck I really need to see you," she pants down the line. "Can you do Tuesday again if I can do something to make sure we're alone?"
I'd have to tell a lie to Kate to get away but at this point I can't go any longer without touching Emma again. I hastily agree.
"Leave it with me. I'll have 'Kevin' confirm that it's okay and tell you where to go." She says with a chuckle before hanging up.
The next day and a half drag and I find myself constantly checking my phone to see whether Emma has been in touch with her plans, so much so that Kate chastises me on Monday night for being more interested in the screen beside me than the film we're watching. I make an excuse that I'm checking football scores and then remind her that I'll be out seeing a film tomorrow night anyway, making sure my excuse is all set with her.
I went to bed still checking my phone, still hoping for a message. I refrain from badgering her, hoping that she wants this as much as I do still. It's a thought that plagues me as I finally shut off the screen and turn around to cuddle my wife, feeling dreadful that I'm finding comfort from her body considering what I am planning and what I've done.
When I wake up there's a message, sent just after I'd finally gone to sleep.
"Come to mine after work. I'll have the house to myself."
That thought alone gets me hard, and my shower takes a little longer as I masturbate to the thought of what we will be doing, wondering how long the two of us will have together. So far everything has been rushed, and while all of it has felt incredibly hot, I'm curious to know what it will feel like to take my time with Emma.
The work day drags and drags. I barely focus on my teaching, and when I'm on my break I spend it texting Emma and telling her how much I'm looking forward to seeing her. It's torture waiting, and when the final bell rings at the end of the day I think I'm as excited as the students to leave. I quickly pack up my things after having a quick wash in a bathroom before I rush to get to hers.
I park near where we'd parked the week before and walk the rest of the way on foot. I'm nervous as I walk down the quiet street, knowing that this was something new and altogether more dangerous. When I reach her house I ring the doorbell and glance around nervously as I wait for her to answer, wondering if there's anyone local that might recognise a teacher waiting to enter a student's home. Thankfully the wait is short, Emma opening the door with a smile and quickly beckoning me in to a small hallway with a set of stairs leading up to the first floor behind her.
She locks the door and leaves the key in, ensuring privacy to a degree, and then turns around to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing me hard. My hands grab her waist and I pull her to my body before I push her against the wall, my mouth parting for hers.
"I've missed you so much" she pants against my mouth as I start to pull up her black t-shirt over her head to reveal the lacy black bra underneath. My hands smooth up her flat stomach to her full breasts and I hear a groan escape her lips, mirroring exactly how I feel when she touches me. "I've missed you too," I whisper back, and I know it's not just a line - the physical relationship we have is like a drug now.
Emma breaks the kiss with a grin and takes my hand, leading me to the stairs. "Come on, I want you in my room." She says huskily, her need as apparent as mine in my tented jeans. As she leads us up the stairs my hands roam up her bare legs and up her torso, unable to keep my hands off of her after all this time. She giggles as she stops near the top, my insistent kisses along her neck from the step behind her making it slow going.
"Do you want to reach the bedroom?" she chastises playfully, turning her head to kiss my lips softly.
My answer is plain to her when I pull up her denim skirt and yank down her black panties. I can't wait - not after a week of torture of not being able to touch her again, to be able to feel her weighty tits in my hand. With her panties down to her knees I bend her over the top step, position myself behind her and slide my rock hard cock into her pussy.
She cries out as we join, our bodies connected once more. We share a sloppy kiss and grasp to each other tightly as my hips work myself into her tight cunt, my hands pulling the cup of her bra back to pinch a stiff nipple.
It's not a safe place to fuck, not really, so I grip to the bannister and use it both to keep my balance and to use it as leverage to pull myself harder into my lover. Her lithe body moves with mine, my own grunts adding to the harmonious moans from Emma as we build up to a quick climax.
I'd hoped I wouldn't be quick, but a week of agonising foreplay means I'm climaxing within two minutes of us starting to fuck. I hold her tight through it, feeling ashamed that I've lasted no time at all after so long of waiting for her.
To her infinite credit Emma turns around with a smile, slightly breathless. "I do like it when you're eager Matt."
"I'm sorry. Guess you got me all worked up."
"What are you sorry for?" she says lightly, moving forward and onto the landing so that I slip out of her pussy. "We have a few hours. Don't think you're getting away that easily, not when you still have to make me cum. At least a few times."
I smile at her and then kiss her lips lightly. "Where are your family?" I ask her as she pulls her panties off and drops them to the floor. "Cinema. I got them tickets and told them to go out and enjoy themselves for a change. So we have time. I promise."
She leads me the last few steps into her room and I take the chance to glance around it. Everything about it is as I expected a room of hers to be like before we started our affair - smart blue, black and white striped wallpaper, pictures of family on the wall and bookcases full of a multitude of books from kids books to classical literature.
It's a far cry from the nympho that I've grown used to.
I find her smiling at me. "What?" I query with a smile of my own.
"Just never thought I'd have you in my room like this." She says, almost shyly.
When I dip my mouth to hers it's done with gentleness, much like the way she starts to unbutton my shirt and undo my belt. We stand in her room, slowly undressing and caressing the other until we're both naked. Unsurprisingly, with the most gorgeous woman before me, I am already hard for her once again.
Emma breaks the kiss and steps backwards, holding my hand as she leads me to her bed. When she reaches it she sits down and I go to do the same, only to be stopped by a firm hand on my stomach. I look down just as her hand wraps around the base of my cock, her tongue lightly trailing up my shaft.
"Fuck Emma," I groan and then feel the warm sensation of her mouth around my cock and a hand on my ass. My hand goes into her soft locks and I close my eyes to fully enjoy my student blowing me. The only sound in the bedroom is my increasingly heavy breathing and the eager sound of her slurping noisily around my shaft.
I can feel her hum happily as she sucks my manhood and I glance down to see her moving quicker and quicker, brown eyes watching me intently. "S-stop" I stammer. "Stop or you'll make me cum again."
Emma doesn't listen.
"I said... stop." I growl, gripping her hair and pushing her onto the bed. My cock pops free from her mouth and Emma quickly scoots up the bed as I pull her legs open and join her there. I'm only looking at her sex now, already leaking the cum I've already pumped inside of her. I line myself up with her and slide into her pussy until I'm lying on top of her.
"What's a matter?" she asks me breathlessly. "Am I not any good?"
"You're too good." I answer, and push my tongue into her mouth and grind my pelvis against her clit, feeling her fingers grip to my shoulder blades as I start to give her the attention she deserves, the attention I've been wanting to give her all week.
Her legs wrap around my hips and she breaks the kiss to make the most perfect cry of lust. She sounds incredible, with each cry making me feel like I'm some sort of porn star. They grow even louder when I kiss along her neck and nip her shoulder with my teeth.
My thrusts are long, slow and firm as I make her supple young form mine again. Each thrust arches her back and pushes her head into the blue duvet. "Matt!" she soon screams out loudly, and I feel her pussy clench around my manhood, bringing her the first orgasm I intend to give her tonight. Her hands leave my body to clench to her bedsheets as she mews and moans through the intensity of her climax.
"You don't know how badly I needed that." She says drowsily after she recovers, hand running up my chest as I let my hands run down the side of her slender form.
"You don't have to tell me. Fuck Emma, I can't stop thinking about you."
The smile she gives me is genuine, as is the kiss that she places on my lips. Again I wonder if there's something more between us, or whether it's all based on the lust we clearly have for one another.
"I want to ride you."
I decide that now isn't the time to analyse what is happening as we roll into the centre of the bed and Emma takes her place astride me. My hands run up her glorious figure to cup her magnificent breasts, teasing the rosy nipples until they stiffen in my grasp.
"Oh Matt," she whimpers, eyes fluttering closed as she starts to ride me. All I do is watch, seeing how her back arches so that it pushes her tits into the palms of my hands, and how she pushes her hips down onto my cock, letting a shrill gasp when I'm at my deepest inside of her.
It's the first time we've fucked and really had the chance to take it slow. It feels different but that intensity is still there, the knowledge that I'm fucking someone I shouldn't be still driving me wild. I clutch at her her hips and lean up to suck on her nipples and then nipping on them until she groans. In response she presses a hand into my chest and pushes me back to the bed.
"You want it rough?" she groans, her hips rocking back harder against my cock suddenly. I respond by roughly smacking her behind and groping it in my large hand.
"You can try." is my response.
Her cries go up another octave as she starts to bounce hard and fast on my cock, her large tits bouncing heavily on her chest. I bare my teeth at her and grab both of them, pushing them together and squeezing them together hard.
"Fuck me Matt! Fucking fuck me!" Emma screams and, without a second thought, I roll her onto her back, grip her thighs and drive my hardness into her. I become lost in my lust for her then, fucking her like a man who has done nothing but think about his mistress all week. The bed creaks and the headboard smacks the wall behind it furiously as I growl and watch her scream underneath me, tits moving heavily with every hard pound into her cunt.
When I cum it's an explosion. I cry out her name and roar with each shot of my seed I fire into her, each coming with a deep thrust into her young pussy. I feel Emma climax with me and, spent, I collapse on top of her.
She's panting heavily now, still half-moaning through ragged breaths while her hands move gently up and down my back. I feel her lips kiss along my jawline and I twist my head to meet them. We both moan softly together when our mouths meet, followed by a light tinkle of laughter from her.
"Holy fuck," she whispers, hand running through my hair as I roll off of her and onto my back to lay beside her. Emma quickly moves to rest her head on my chest and cuddle up to me, legs draped over mine. I look down and smile at her, though she has her eyes closed and can't see me looking. I can see a look of contentment there though.
My hand runs through her hair and she makes a soft sigh of happiness before opening her eyes to look at me. "Hey," she says, and then looks slightly sheepish.
"So... I've made you some dinner. If you want some that is. I thought... that maybe we could eat together? And then we could fuck again before you have to go?"
I'm both warmed and slightly confused by her offer, but I nod and smile at her. "Dinner sounds great."
Emma grins, kisses me, then get up off the bed to grab a blue silk dressing gown from the back of her bedroom door. She quickly wraps it around her and then goes to the door. "Put some clothes on then. I'll go get it ready."
I watch her scoot off and then lean up from the bed, damp from her multiple climaxes. My hand rests on my knee and I glimpse the ring there, the sign of my marriage to Kate. A ward to keep off other women. It hadn't worked and, the more this went on with Emma, the more I find I just don't care.

 

[odin chacha]

Pt. 06
Emma and I fucked twice more after she had cooked for us, a simple spaghetti dish that satisfied me enough, though it honestly wasn't a patch on what Kate could rustle up. We chatted for a bit at the dinner table about how she planned to get a job in the parks service when her studies were done and perhaps get her own little apartment in town. No mention is made of what will happen to us when that time comes and that suits me just fine.
The first session after dinner was innocent enough, or at least it started that way. I'd taken the dirty plates from the table and insisted that I wash them seeing as she had cooked. A playful fight had ensued and soon we were gripping each other in another embrace.
It was dangerous enough being in her room and doing what we were doing, so it was perhaps even riskier to do things in the kitchen. With her bent over the sink, and her silk gown hanging off her forearms, I take her. It's all in the heat of the moment, fast and frantic like it had been at the top of the stairs. Both of our moans fill the kitchen as I slam myself into her, hand curled in a tangle of brown locks to keep her close, sometimes glancing down to watch how her tight ass ripples as my pelvis strikes against it.
I'm pressed against her back when we both come undone, with Emma all but lying in the sink as she recovers from her orgasm. "Okay," she pants. "I'll let you wash up."
We both chuckle and clean the place up before deciding that time is short and I probably need a shower. Of course Emma insists on joining me and, rather than fucking once more, I get to watch her on her knees in the shower with hot water cascading over her perfect naked form. Her chestnut eyes don't look away from me once while she blows me.
At the end, as I feel myself about to cum for the fourth time that night, I grip her hair and yank her head back. After so many orgasms there's not much left, but I still manage to shoot two ropes of cum across her face to finish. Emma grins at me and then pools some water in her hands to clean herself up.
"How long have you wanted to do that"?
"Since that second night at camp." I admit, washing myself properly now.
"Should have said - I'd have gladly let you do it."
I finish washing and then change into my clothes while Emma gets into a vest top and some loose fitting bottoms, preparing herself for bed. "So when are we going to do this again?" she asks, fingers trailing along my chest and brown eyes wide and innocent as we stand by the front door. "The weekend?"
I shake my head. "No can do. It's my eldest son's birthday, so I'll be needed at home. Would be a struggle to get away really."
She looks a little sad but bobs her head in understanding. I put my finger to her chin, tip her face up to mine and kiss her softly. "We will find time, Em. I promise. I want... whatever this is. You know that."
My mistress smiles and gives me another kiss and then I quickly leave her house and scoot down the street, thoughts about how good she felt and sounded happily occupying my mind.
When I get home the lights are all off and I sneak into the house not too long after when I should have been home anyway, had I been at the cinema and not fucking a woman half my age. I quickly get undressed and creep into my bedroom. It's only when I get under the covers that Kate stirs and shifts over to cuddle up to me.
"How was the film?" she asks sleepily, and I recount bits of the Wikipedia entry I'd read on it earlier that day to give some credence to my lie. My wife is far too sleepy to care though as she rests her head on my chest and cuddles up close. My active evening has made me tired, so sleep isn't too long in finding me, but my last thoughts are imagining sleeping like this with Emma and how she might feel cuddled up to me.
Our dialogue over the next few days is short. We try and find a little time for one another but, apart from a heated kiss in my empty classroom, we can't find any further time for what we both want. Our texts remain raunchy, especially as the weekend draws near, but it looks like it will be the Tuesday next week when we have a chance for something more meaningful, and even that would be in my car.
I'm suitably distracted from Emma for the first time in weeks by the organising of the birthday party. Kate, forever frugal, had arranged for it to happen at ours with his friends and some of our family coming round to join in. She'd organised a bouncy castle and all other sorts of fun and games, giving me very little to do other than bake a cake for him and wrap the presents.
It gives me a chance to feel wholesome again as I act the family man despite my recent forays into something darker. That wholesomeness is tinged with a shadow though - my smiles feel rotten and my laughter feels hollow when I see how excited my son is with his new bike.
As the afternoon is nice most people spend it outside, watching the kids yelp happily on the bouncy castle while Kate's parents get the barbecue going. I'm in the kitchen fixing drinks when I hear the doorbell ring, and for some reason even then I have a bad feeling about it.
The walk down the hall shows me a figure in the frosted glass of the front door - dark hair, feminine features, dark-rimmed glasses...
I swallow hard, open the door and see Emma standing there wearing a denim dungaree dress with one clasp undone to reveal a multi-coloured hooped top underneath. Her hair is up and, quite effortlessly, she looks as cute as a button.
"Hi," she says softly. "Sorry, I had to see you."
"Emma-"
"Who is it hun?" Kate asks from behind me, and I feel my skin go cold and pale as the two worlds I'd desperately tried to keep separate collide. Such is the fear of saying something incriminating that my tongue turns to lead in my mouth and I can't find any words to explain who the girl is at the door, and how I definitely didn't fuck her four times in a few hours earlier in the week.
Thankfully, Emma isn't as frozen as I am. She smiles delightfully and offers Kate a hand.
"Hi! I'm Emma, one of Matt's students." She says as she shakes my wife's hand.
"Nice to meet you Emma. Is something wrong?" Kate asks, friendly smile towards the face I'd covered in cum four nights prior.
For fuck's sake stop thinking about that!
"Nothing wrong - we have an exam on Monday and Matt said he'd offer some advice on what I might be best studying up on. Is... now a bad time?"
Fuck you, you know it's a bad time.
"Well, a little Emma - it's our son's birthday." Kate says sweetly, but her gaze towards me is not at all sweet. "Come on in. Matt - don't be long."
"I... I won't." I say as she strides back to the kitchen and out into the yard.
"Am I in trouble?" comes the saccharine sweet voice from behind me and it takes all of my will power, something I find myself doing a lot around Emma, to not turn around and march her out of my house. My voice is a deep snarl when I do turn to face her, face contorted with fury.
"What... the fuck... are you doing here?"
"Asking for help on my studies, clearly." Emma replies, eyes rolling behind her glasses. I take a step closer to her, looking down into her chestnut eyes. "What are you really doing here?" I growl under my breath, and her head rises, face proud.
"What do you think?" she challenges. "I know what you want. I know that's it's the same as what I want. And I don't want to wait until Tuesday."
We don't move for a time and I'm sure if anyone was to come into the kitchen at that point and see us by the front door they would think we were about to come to blows. To an extent they would be right in that things were on the precipice of turning physical.
My breathing deepens and I feel a war inside of me. I cannot do what I'm thinking of doing - there's risk and then there's this. My family is outside, my children and wife are outside. To do this would be the lowest thing I could ever do, would give me no chance of redemption. If I was to do this and get caught then I would probably never see my kids again.
All those thoughts cross my mind as I walk slowly up the stairs with Emma following behind me, petite hand in mine. It's my choice to do this, my decision to walk up these stairs with her, yet at the same time it doesn't feel like my decision at all.
I lead her into my small study. It's the smallest room in the house, overlooking the garden, though you can only see out through the blinds and not see in thankfully. If they could see in from the garden they'd see how I lifted my mistress in my arms, pushed her against the door that I wisely bolt closed, and kiss her with all the passion she makes me feel.
"You bad man," Emma hisses against my lips as I hitch her dress, already gasping with need. I push the hem past her panties and then use my body to pin her to the door while my hands pull down the zipper on my jeans and release my already hard cock.
"I'm going to fuck you, you fucking slut." I snarl, using the head of my cock to push aside her panties before sheathing myself inside of her. To prevent any noises I press my lips to hers and feel the vibrations of a moan tremble against my mouth as we stealthily start to fuck.
A gasp escapes her lips as her hand runs into my hair. "I love being bad for you." She whispers, her hips grinding slowly as I push myself into her. It's slower than I would like - after what she's done I want to slam myself into her so hard that she'll have no choice but to scream out and beg for more.
It's almost like she loves tormenting me. Or loves the risk of what we're doing.
Holding her tight I turn around to place her on my desk. Emma leans down and pushes the keyboard and mouse away as she lays down on it. Her fingers, always so nimble, quickly unbutton the remaining clasp on her dress, pulling the denim down and then her multi-coloured top up to display the cute pink and black trimmed bra she's wearing.
In my lust I pull the cups down and spring her large tits free and watch in delight as they jiggle on her chest with each heavy thrust into her cunt. My hands dig into the slight fat she has around her pale hips, pulling her back onto my shaft with every stroke.
I drag my eyes to her face, shadowed by the slats of the blinds and then happen to glance outside to see my family playing and enjoying themselves. Kids bounce happily on the inflatable castle, my father in law serves a burger to my brother in law, and Kate is chatting with our neighbour, oblivious to what I am doing and who I am fucking on my desk.
"Is this what you wanted?" I hiss through clenched teeth, my attention back on Emma who has her teeth biting into her clenched fist to stop herself making any noise other than a quiet yet shrill moan. When she doesn't answer I put both hands to her breasts and pinch her nipples until she nods aggressively.
"I... need... you... Matt."
All I can do is shake my head. "I need you too." Are the only words I can manage back, because if I didn't need her then surely I wouldn't have pulled her up into my study to fuck her.
She leans up, wraps an arm around my shoulders, and we kiss again. This time it's without the anger from when we'd kissed as we entered my study. It does have all the passion we'd accumulated though, all the feral need we have for the other.
We take a step back and I sit down on my chair with Emma straddling me. The intensity reaches a fever pitch as she removes her glasses and starts to ride me with the same skill she's shown since our first night together, grinding her hips on me while our foreheads rest against one another, our gazes locked and our breathing ragged.
My hands free, I take the opportunity to let my hands wander along her body. I cup her breasts and then slide my hands down to rest on her ass. As she grinds on me I can feel her cheeks clench and I grip them hard in an unnecessary response to her action.
When I see her eyes start to flutter and her body begin to tense I know she's about to find her release. Grabbing her hips I grip to her tight as she gasps quietly against my neck, body shaking just as I pull her down and pulse my cum into her young, tight pussy. I groan her name into her ear as I fill her, reminding her quietly what a little slut she is.
The only noise other than our ragged breathing is the sound of children laughing outside.
"Matt? It's almost time to cut the cake!"
And of Kate shouting me downstairs.
"I'll be right down!" I shout back as Emma pulls away from my chest and we share a tender kiss with one another, holding onto one another softly. I wonder whether she's wishing if we could just hold on to one another a little longer, just like I am.
"You better go." I tell her solemnly, and she gets up and nods. Neither of us look at one another as we clean ourselves up, making sure that there's no proof of our encounter other than what I've shot inside of her.
She moves to the door and reaches for the bolt to unlock it, but stops before doing so to look back at me. "I'm sorry, but not sorry. Does that make sense?" she asks with a small quirk of her mouth. I put my hands in my pocket and nod at her.
"Yeah, it does. We... just have to be careful Emma. This wasn't careful. I-"
"I know." she interrupts. "Tuesday?" she asks hopefully.
"Tuesday." I confirm, and with that she unbolts the door and quickly scoots downstairs. She doesn't wait when she reaches the front door, and in an instant she is out of the house. I'm still looking at the door a few seconds later from the top of the stairs when Kate comes to the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me with a smile.
"Didn't she want any cake?"
I shake my head. "I asked her but she said she was full." I answer without even realising how dangerous a thing it was to say - now isn't the time for not-so-clever wordplay.
"Oh well. Come on then you - you've got some parenting to do."

 

[odin chacha]

Pt. 07
For whatever reason, the quick romp in my study was what finally hammered the guilt in about what I'd done. I'd gone downstairs and joined the party again but all I could feel was Emma's hands over me, and all I could see was how her body moved as I slammed myself into her.

I was quiet for the rest of the evening as the guests gradually left as I considered who I was. A good husband? Not anymore. A good father? Not even that -- what kind of self-respecting dad goes and does what I did on their son's birthday?

The answer isn't a good one.

When I crawl into bed that night my morose nature is noticed by Kate, who's sat quietly reading a book. Her hand reaches over and takes mine, squeezing the guilt she can't see deep under my skin.

"What's wrong? You've been quiet all day."

I pause, and feel myself building up to owning up. Better that Kate finds another lover, someone better than me, than stay with someone who has done the huge list of things I've done wrong. Maybe she'll meet someone who can raise my boys to be something better than me too, someone who is so selfish that they would risk the roof over his kids' heads for a fumble with a woman in his care.

But then I think that maybe there's chance for redemption. I have made mistakes, but perhaps I just need to remind myself of all I have -- it would be better to protect my family from all of this and internally learn from it, wouldn't it?

"Next weekend." I say, taking her hand. "Let's go away. All of us together."

Kate's eyes widen and she closes her book, finger between the pages to keep her place.

"What's brought this on?"

"Work. Life. Everything." I mutter. "I just need to spend time with you guys."

Her smile, if anything, makes how I feel even worse. The kiss that quickly follows it only adds to it.

"Where you thinking? We don't have a lot of savings Matt, it can't be anything too flashy."

The thought that immediately comes to mind feels wrong, but might perhaps be the best way of bookending what's happened with Emma. To go back to where it all started.

"Camping. We can go camping."

My wife purses her lips and nods. "Could do, could do. And it would get the boys outside for a bit, rather than have them fighting over the Playstation."

She smiles and nods, evidently very happy. "Ok, let's do it. I'll find a campsite a little south, maybe near the coast, and we'll head down Friday night."

With another kiss she goes back to her book. I turn my back and huddle in the cover, looking at the phone that blinks with a message from 'Kevin'. I decide that I can reply in the morning, and close my eyes to try and find sleep. Unfortunately all I see in my mind is Emma's body, and all I hear is her muffled cries as she comes undone.

The message, which I read when I wake around 4am, is telling me how much she's looking forward to Tuesday. I place the phone down, because I can hardly reply at this time of the morning, and find myself spending the next few hours shifting in bed and contemplating how I'm going to tell Emma that I need a break.

A break is what I need. It gives me a chance to get out slowly, a chance not to hurt the feelings of the young woman I'm definitely starting to feel something for. So when Kate gets up to shower I quickly send a message.

"I can't do Tuesday. I think I just need a week off, if that's ok? It's getting a little intense for me."

The reply comes within two minutes.

"I knew you'd break. What's changed your mind?"

"Nothing has. I just need a week where I can get my head straight."

The next reply takes a while to come through. I shower but my eyes are constantly on my phone that rests beside the sink. My hair is covered in soap when I see it blink and I quickly dart for it, disregarding how wet I make the kitchen floor, picking it up to see a single word reply.

"Fine."

I so badly want to reply, to tell her it's not her but me. But clichéd comments aren't going to make this any easier so I leave it alone and instead focus on what I said I was going to focus on.

It's a long week but I go cold turkey with Emma. She's a ghost within the walls of the school and I'm only able to catch fleeting glances of her talking with friends or walking through the corridors. I can admit to myself that I miss her, miss her terribly, but I also know that this is definitely the right thing to do. And masturbating while thinking about how she would move under and above me is almost the same as what we shared physically together.

Right?

The weekend finally arrives and I drive the four of us to the coast on the Friday night, glad to get away from it all, while simultaneously fearing what might happen to our house. Is Emma unhinged enough to ruin everything for me? Just when I have decided that I want to try and go straight?

Those thoughts plague me as I set up the large family tent we've got. It's separated into three compartments -- one for me and Kate, one for the boys and one that is a communal area in between. It's a lot different from the single one I'd taken away with school when my time with Emma first started, but the inflatable bed is exactly the same one that I'd cheated on Kate with. It's another thing that should make me feel bad, but all it does is make me smile wistfully, remembering that sordid night with a fondness totally undeserved.

The hour is late when the tent finally goes up. Kate has sorted the children out with food and has settled them both down for the night while I finish getting the last things from the car. Nearby I can hear the sound of waves crashing and I feel a little peace for once. One weekend without her, I tell myself. If I can do that then I can do the rest.

Kate is settling under the thick duvet we've brought when I finally close the flap to our side of the tent. On the other side of the tent I can hear the kids giggling and my wife chastises them loudly until they shush. I strip down to boxers and then switch off the light and wait for sleep to take me.

Except it doesn't. Instead the canvas roof of the tent reminds me of that night so vividly that I find myself getting instantly hard. The problem is tonight I have no way of ridding it.

Or do I?

Kate breathes softly beside me and I turn around onto my side and place a hand on her stomach, making her jump slightly. She shifts to cuddle into my body but freezes when I push my hand into the loose bottoms she's worn to bed and slide past the small tuft of her pubic region.

"What are you doing?" she hisses, voice not even a whisper. I don't say anything, just move my finger slowly around her clit.

"Matt!" she says again, but her legs part slightly. In her youth she had been... well, she had been as adventurous as what Emma is. But age and responsibility had made both of us less extravagant in that regard. Or, at least in my case, with Kate.

When I slip a finger into her sex I stifle the slight gasp that comes from her lips by pressing my mouth to hers. Kate in turn moves to face me, hand moving to where my cock stands to attention, running up and down the thick shaft.

"The kids," she whispers, though the admonishment from just before is gone. It's clear from her reaction that she's up for something, and I can feel her arousal, feel how she moves her hips ever so slightly so she can grind on my hand a little.

There's no battle to be won here. Kate wants this as much as me.

She rolls on top of me and I pull my hand from her pussy and start to tug up her shirt. Kate stops me with that endeavour, grabbing both of my hands and pushing the vest top she's wearing down. "What if the kids need me?" she whispers into my ear. I want to tell her that they've both seen her in states of undress over the years, but I acquiesce to her demands because all I want now from her is release from the thoughts I'm having for another woman.

Is it selfish? Yes, but that doesn't matter to me as I remove her pajama bottoms awkwardly with my feet. When they reach her ankles I feel her kick them off and we both giggle silently at the noise it makes to the inflatable mattress we're on, stifling any more noise with a kiss.

It's as we kiss that she rolls on top of me, straddling my hips and moving so that her slick lips are brushing against the tip of my hard cock. I want to ravish her, to take her as hard as I've wanted to take Emma and rid myself of these desires for the younger woman.

Kate is in control though, clearly seen by her confident smile as she leans up, hand reaching down to guide me into her pussy. There's a silent intake of breath from my wife and I can just about see her eyes close in the darkness of the tent.

And then she starts to ride me. Slow movements because she knows as well as I do how the bed will groan under our movement. Of course Kate doesn't know why I'm so aware of that as her hips slowly rock back and forth and her breathing comes just a little quicker.

I grunt in response and slide my hands under her vest to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasps and quickly silences herself by leaning down and kissing me, moaning against my lips as we fuck.

Despite how different they both feel, I still find myself thinking of Emma. Everything with her feels so much more dangerous, so exhilarating. For a man who has been going through the motions for so long, she's like lubricant for an old engine. While watching Kate ride me silently when our children are asleep nearby is surprisingly hot, it's not quite the same as fucking Emma on the desk in my study with my family outside and unaware.

Just thinking about her gets my heart racing, and soon I'm pistoning my hips up into Kate. It's making more noise than before but she's got to the point where she doesn't care, her teeth biting into my shoulder while my hands grip her ass. It's flatter than Emma's is the only thing I can think of as I squeeze her cheeks.

I can't stop thinking about her. I need to speak with her. A rotten thought for a rotten man comes to mind and I'm acting on it before I even contemplate the danger of it.

Pulling Kate off me, I quietly suggest she gets on her knees. She does so with a smile, one that gets broader when I tell her to wrap my shirt around her eyes as a makeshift blindfold. When the blindfold is on, I quickly tighten it and then let a hand slowly tease between her legs.

My other hand has hold of my phone and is slowly typing out a message to my lover.

"I've been an ass. When can I see you again?" I send as my finger slides around Kate's slick clit, feeling her shudder in anticipation. I continue to do so until the screen of my phone lights up and I see Emma, under her Kevin pseudonym, has replied.

"You have. Missing me now you only have your wife for company? And I'll think about whether you deserve seeing me again."

To hide my thumb tapping on the screen, I slide my finger into Kate's pussy and tell her to grind on my finger. She does as she's told and starts to breathe heavily, hips pushing upwards into where my hand is.

"I'll beg. I'll get on my knees if I have to, as long as my head is between your legs."

A second finger is in Kate's cunt, silent gasps leaving her mouth, when Emma responds.

"Mmm sounds like we can come to some kind of agreement. I'll let you know. Having fun without me?"

I pull my fingers out and start to massage and flick her nub again, drawing soft moans that Kate covers up with a pillow. "Not really. Just thinking about you while I finger my blindfolded wife." is the next message I send.

The next reply is instant. "Oh you're so bad Call me. I want to hear you fuck her."

The fact that I don't even hesitate shows how far I've fallen. I see the connection is made and place the phone down on the ground and then slide my incredibly hard cock into the wet pussy of my wife.

At no point as I fuck Kate am I thinking about her. My eyes glance from her behind to the phone as I wonder what Emma is doing while she hears the inflatable mattress groan and Kate begin to pant as she tries desperately to stay quiet. Is she pleasuring herself, thinking about any one of the numerous times we'd fucked?

God I fucking hope so.

Somewhat emboldened by my disgraceful behaviour, I smack Kate's ass as quietly as I can and then reach to take a fistful of her hair, pushing her head down harder into the pillow. I then reach for the phone and put it to my ear, pinning it between my head and shoulder.

On the other side of the line I can hear the shrill panting of Emma.

"God you're so fucking hot. You want me?" I say to both women, and get a muffled affirmative from both. "I want you too. So fucking bad." I respond, but it's only in response to one of them.

The teasing means Kate is very close, and I know I won't be able to hold out much longer. She's biting the pillow now in a desperate attempt to keep quiet. The next quiet words to leave my mouth are again for both of the women in my life.

"Cum. Right now. Cum for me." I hiss and feel Kate's hips buck quickly to bring her to orgasm. I soon follow, but it's not the shuddering movements and silent cries from my wife, but the cry of ecstasy I hear down the phone as Emma comes undone too.

As I slowly pull my cock from Kate's full pussy, I quickly end the call, toss the phone down like it's become suddenly red hot, and then move to lie next to my wife who is quick to cuddle up next to me, head on my chest.

"Fuck Matt," she whispers, removing the blindfold and reaching up to kiss me. "Fuck that was good. Maybe we should camp more often if it does this to you."

I smile and run a hand through her hair, watching as she closes her eyes and settles for the night. I glance to the side and see my phone flashing, notifying me that a message has been received. I quickly glance at Kate, making sure she's got her eyes closed, before quickly opening it.

"You're a bad man." it says. "I can't wait until you remind me of that in person next week."

 

[odin chacha]

Pt. 08
The rest of the time at camp went well, though not for the reasons I intended when I had originally organised the time away. We were there three nights in total and, while my days were spent being a doting father and husband, each night would end with me taking my wife silently while my lover listened and found release at the same time as us. It was true debauchery and a solid confirmation of the man I had chosen to become.
When I can I send messages to Emma, who is now as keen as me to find some time with one another. It feels like an eternity since I've held her and I feel an ache that has only grown more pronounced in my self-inflicted exile from her body.
On the final night, with Kate finally asleep after another potent session between us, I message back and forth with my lover to try and find a time.
"Tuesday?" she asks.
"Can't. Kate has started a fitness class so I need to look after the kids. Can you do Thursday or Friday?"
"I have a study group for finals both days. Bad timing really."
"A bit." I agree, my face in a deep frown as I realise that it's going to be hard to see her this week.
"We'll figure something out : )" she responds, and I place my phone down and with a quiet sigh and head to sleep with thoughts of holding her stunning body in my arms again.
The trip home was typical for any family of four - arguing, pleadings to stop for a multitude of bathroom breaks and more arguing. When it's all done and we're home safe I immediately head to the bathroom to attempt to wrangle some time, any time, with Emma. The same back and forth from the night before plays out and again I'm left frustrated. I toy with leaving the kids alone while Kate is out but somehow that is beyond my limit.
At this point, I'm just surprised to find I have one.
I don't message Emma again, and instead let a dark cloud of melancholy and frustration settle over me. I'm essentially sulking like a child who can't have his favourite toy, which is noticed by both work colleagues and Kate. She asks what is wrong with me and I tell her its post-holiday blues which she half believes, though it's clear from her raised eyebrow she thinks that it's unlikely considering the holiday consisted of time in a tent with two rowdy children.
"Well, perhaps I can cheer you up after class then?" she suggests with a little wink, hand pressed on my chest as she looks up into my eyes. It's not gone unnoticed by me that since I have started my affair with Emma me and Kate have become more intimate more often, though I'm not smart enough to work out why that is.
"Perhaps you can" I lie, knowing that anything I do with Kate will hardly be the same now it will be more difficult to have Emma listen to it.
I watch her leave and go about putting the kids to bed. They're at an age where it can be difficult, but I'm lucky enough this night that they both go down relatively easily after the long weekend spent outdoors.
I'm laid out lazily on the sofa, watching the football with a beer in hand, when I hear a soft knock on the door. I check the time and see it's too early for Kate, plus she has a key to let herself in. I'm about to ignore it, because who could it be at this hour, when Emma comes to the front window and waves at me.
In a flash I'm on my feet and at the door, dragging her inside and looking angrily at her.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss, conscious of my sleeping sons upstairs. "Kate will be back any moment."
"But she's not here now, is she?" she answers with her now trademark eye roll. "Anyway, I thought with finals coming up you might want to help me study?"
The implication of what she means by study is clear on her face.
"Emma, we can't. We've already risked it too much already. How we've not been caught is anyone's guess."
"I can just go then...?"
I meet her chestnut eyes and groan, because I know that she knows that I would not willingly get rid of her from my house when she's here and I've been dying to just touch her for the longest time. That doesn't mean the opportunity is here to do anything though.
"Kate will be here any minute." I plead. "She'll be a mess from the fitness club and will be even more of a mess if she sees..."
My words trail off as a heinous plan forms in my head. A way to give me a chance to have what I want at great risk. But at this point I'm used to great risk with Emma, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins wants an outlet, which is offered to me by the girl stood in front of me wearing a tight-fitting white t-shirt and a long skirt.
"Go in the kitchen. If Kate comes in tell her you're here to study. Wait there and don't move."
Emma's response is to grin, kiss my lips and to do as I say. I don't think too much on it as I bound upstairs, two steps at a time, and into the bathroom to run the bath. It's perhaps a little noisy as the hot water splashes into the slowly filling tub, but I close the door to the boys' room as I go to my bedroom to find tealights to dot around the bathroom and give the illusion of a romantic gesture to my wife for when she returns.
Again I'm partially horrified by what I'm doing and partially excited. It seems to be my base limit these days since Emma has been involved in my life.
The bath is almost run when I hear the door open. I quickly head downstairs as Kate places her gym bag down and looks up to me with a tired smile.
"Kids go down alright?" she asks, face still red from her workout.
"Fine. Actually, I thought I'd run you a bath."
Her face softens and she makes a sound as if she was holding a puppy in her arms. She kisses me lightly and I taste sweat on her lips.
"Aren't you just the greatest?" she says with a happy smile, body pressed to mine. "Why don't you come and join me."
"He can't," answers Emma as she approaches with a glass of wine. "Sorry, I asked for some help for finals. But he did ask me to bring you this while he ran your bath."
Kate looks quizzically at Emma for a moment, perhaps slightly embarrassed that she'd been overheard by this young woman, and then smiles politely before taking the wine glass from Emma. "Thank you... Emma, wasn't it? Well, I guess I'll leave my wonderful husband to continue being a wonderful teacher. Don't keep him up too long please!"
"I won't. I'll be gone by the time you're done." Emma replies sweetly.
"Oh that gives you plenty of time honey now that you've put this in my hand." My wife laughs, before kissing me once more and heading up the stairs.
Both me and Emma stand in the hallway waiting to hear the bathroom door shut. Each sound of movement signifies another second closer to being able to hold my lover again. We both know we need to wait, but it's excruciating when she is stood beside me with her chest rising and falling faster and faster in anticipation of the naughtiness we're going to be doing.
When we hear the sound of Kate lowering herself into the bath we're on each other like teenagers, kissing fiercely and pawing at one another through our clothes as we stumble from the hallway and into the living room. I press her against a sideboard, littered with family and wedding photos that look at me disapproving while I bunch up her skirt, stick a finger in her panties and push into her soaking wet pussy while simultaneously shutting the living room door.
Emma groans against my lips like a woman who has suddenly got everything she's ever needed. And it's just one solitary finger.
"I've missed you so much," she whispers, voice strained in an effort to remain quiet, her hips grinding down onto my hand eagerly. I push a second one in and feel her whimper against my lips as she fumbles at my belt buckle.
Eager to speed things up I take things into my own hands and push her onto the sofa. As I unbuckle my belt and undo my jeans, Emma pulls up her skirt and pulls down her panties, passing them to me as she spreads her legs and displays her glistening sex to me.
Pocketing her gift, I kneel down between her legs and line myself up to fuck my nineteen year old lover on the sofa my children watch cartoons on in the mornings. Those purer thoughts are a million miles away from my conscience as my hard cock slides into Emma's welcoming cunt.
We share a silent gasp of completion as I sheath myself deep inside of her, Emma reaching up to the nape of my neck so she can pull me down to kiss her. We both moan as we grind our hips against each other and I relinquish myself to her, the only one I truly want.
"You've missed me too, right?" she breathes as she clings to me, legs wrapping around my waist as I start to take her faster.
"You wouldn't believe me If I told you how much." I tell her, and she giggles slightly as my hand pushes her over her ample chest that is resting in a lacy white bra. I remark to myself that she seems to have an exquisite taste in lingerie as I push it up over her tits, watching as they strain against the underwire before popping free.
My hand gropes one of her large breasts while my mouth dips to her other, taking a hardened pink nipple into my mouth where I suck on it hard until I hear Emma gasp out and feel her back arch upwards. A hard thrust into her makes that gasp into a moan and I leave my station at her tits to muffle my mouth with my own.
We cling to one another desperately, as if worried either of us are going to disappear, or that it might make the sofa squeak less as we fuck. One delicate hand is in the back of my hair, clutching tightly, while the other is pressed under my shirt to the small of my back. She wants me as close to her as possible, and after so long without her I need to feel her skin pressed against mine.
The noise from the sofa is an issue though. Kate is still upstairs after all and she could easily hear us, though I can hear the faint sound of some music playing so feel relatively confident she won't hear how I'm fucking someone else and bastardising our vows once more. But the kids however...
I make the decision to roll us off the sofa and onto the floor without really thinking on the logistics, only realising how ungraceful that is about halfway through the manoeuvre. Emma softly laughs and asks what I'm doing and I whisper to her my reasons. Instead of my foolish plan, she suggests I get on the floor and lie on my back, and I duly oblige.
Emma moves to sit on my lap after I take my place on the rug, incidentally bought as a wedding gift when me and Kate moved into our first home, and quickly guides me into her before she helps to tug my shirt over my head. It's perhaps too much skin on show - especially if we're interrupted - but Emma doesn't seem to mind, shown by the fact that she removes her shirt and bra shortly after, silhouetted by the sunset from the large bay windows behind her.
Her body... how I could rob myself of this when she gladly chooses to share it with me is perhaps the most foolish thing I've ever done. I watch in awe as it undulates slowly above me, moving gracefully to grind onto my hard cock deep inside of her. I watch how her perfect breasts push out and heave slightly through her laboured breathing, and then look to her face to see how her full lips part to exhale when she reaches just the right spot.
"Your hands."
I realise that I've been so lost in watching her that I've not even been touching her offering. I mumble an apology and an excuse that she shouldn't look so distracting and then let my hands slide slowly from her thick hips and up the side of her torso until I am cupping each of her heavy breasts. She murmurs in delight as I pinch her nipples and then leans down to press herself against me.
Our kissing becomes as intense as our fucking then, my hips thrusting upwards frantically to fuck Emma from beneath her gorgeous figure. I grip her ass and hold her tight to me as we build up to our crescendo, my lover panting heavily against my neck as she does her best to keep quiet.
"Pl-please," she begs, and I know exactly what's she's begging for.
"Not before you." I hiss back.
Her hands run into my hair and she moves her face above mine. Her breathing is ragged, her face becoming flush. I watch as her orgasm creeps on her, her eyelids fluttering shut as the first wave crashes over her.
"I... love... You."
They're the last words I hear before I bury my cock deep into her cunt and erupt inside of her, filling her with my seed at the same time she cums over my manhood. I pull her close to me and grunt against her bare shoulder as she shudders through her climax, mewling against my neck as we slowly come down together.
We lay there for a short time, not saying anything, before she slowly gets up and starts to get dressed. I turn to watch her as she does, lying on the floor with my soft cock exposed and covered in our mutual juices, trying to ignore the slight awkwardness we can feel after what she said, and what I didn't say.
"You love me?"
Her shoulders slump and she turns to look at me, breasts now covered by her bra but still looking magnificent.
"I meant nothing by it. The heat of the moment." She argues poorly, pulling her shirt over her head. "And it's not like you love me." she adds when her head pops from her shirt.
I lick my lower lip and lean up, trying to gain a hold of my confusing feelings for this young woman and trying to find the right words so that she doesn't get hurt.
"It's... not just fucking to me. I think about you all the time. I don't know if it's love yet, but I think I'm close. I... like you alot Emma. I hope that's good enough for now."
Emma looks at me for a moment, now dressed and decent. Eventually she nods and smiles, then crouches down to kiss me lightly.
"I'm glad I'm not just a fuck." She whispers, hand caressing my cheek lightly before standing up and heading to the door. I stand and quickly arrange my own clothes, stopping her before she goes out into the hall to embrace her one last time.
"We'll do this again soon, okay?"
"Okay." She says, kissing me one last time and stealing her panties from my pocket as she does so.
"Gotta be careful Matt. Especially if it's something more."
I smile and watch her leave the house, her silhouette visible through the frosted glass, wistfully watching her move down the street.
"I love you, too." I say to no one, and then head upstairs to wear the façade of a good husband.

 

[odin chacha]

09 - Final
After our brief tryst in the lounge things seemed to escalate between myself and Emma. I could no longer deny that what was happening between us was just sex, because we both knew we felt something. I do worry that perhaps those feelings are entirely based on a young, gorgeous girl being besotted with me, who makes me feel twenty years younger and has made me feel more virile than any time in my life. But then she is smart and funny too, I tell myself, and that's plenty of reason to feel something back.

It's definitely not because she's some kind of nympho.

We start to fuck anywhere we can, meet anywhere we can. Our list, already full of dangerous liaisons that could get us both into a lot of trouble, extends to include the bathroom in a pub, a changing room in a department store and a house party hosted by one of her friends. The latter was the closest we'd come to being found out, as a teacher has no right to be in attendance at these parties and certainly has no right to be vigorously fucking someone half his age on the bed of said friend's parents.

Each time we spend together, each time we have a bit more time around her empty house with our naked bodies entwined, I get closer to telling her how I feel. Or at least how I think I feel. Emma for her part hasn't said 'those three words' again and I suspect it's because she's waiting for me to say it.

I admit to myself I'm scared. If I say it then I feel it changes everything, and I know if I tell her I love her then it will be hard for my marriage to continue. Sex can be stopped, but real feelings? I cannot undo that, or at least it feels like I can't. And after all I've done, doesn't Kate deserve someone far better than me? Would it not be better to start afresh?

My family remain unsuspecting through the next few weeks of intensity, though Kate remains in a state of her own need for me. In the space of time I have been cheating we have fucked more than any other time in the last five years together. It's like the insatiable lust Emma has for me has somehow transferred to my wife, culminating in the best sex of my entire life.

I just wish I could feel less guilty about it when I'm lying awake at night unable to sleep through thinking of the mess I'm making of my life.

Despite all of my wishes being mostly met between the two genies in my life, there is one that still eludes me, and that is to spend the night with Emma. To have her sleep beside me, her slight form tight against my body as I spoon her. It's something that feels impossible to do without drawing attention to how I'm acting to Kate. To be able to do that I will need a miracle, one I don't deserve.

Yet it's one I still get.

It's a month after the time in the lounge and I'm lying in bed reading a book as Kate gets into bed wearing a pink nightie.

"I was thinking we might go down to visit my parents this weekend? The boys haven't seen them for a while, and I spoke to mum earlier and she said how much she's missed them. What do you think?"

The lie forms so quickly I don't even miss a beat. It's the chance I want, the one I've been crying out for.

"Oh hun, I can't this weekend. I've got a study group at the school that I can't miss. You go though."

God I hope I don't sound desperate. Kate's lips form a pout and she leans over to rest her hand on my bare chest, her eyes fluttering at me.

"Can't you ask someone else to cover for you?" she whispers.

"I wish I could but... I just can't. Sorry."

"I understand." she sighs, leaning back to sit on the bed and away from me. "I just hoped that we could recreate our youth. Y'know, sneaking around and being naughty together. I guess I'll just have to remind you now what you'll be missing out on."

I watch as my wife's face disappears under the cover. In a few moments her experienced hands have got me hard and I feel her take me in her mouth, making me grunt as I place a hand into her dirty blonde hair. My other hand has reached for my phone, where I quickly message 'Kevin'.

"This weekend I want you to drop whatever you're doing. You're staying round mine."

I'm lifting my hips up and growling Kate's name when the reply arrives.

"Yes! Do you need me to bring anything?"

"Just yourself and plenty of energy."

"Oh you won't be able to walk straight when I'm done with you."

I place the phone back down as I get close, lifting my hips rapidly to start fucking Kate's mouth. My thoughts are on the weekend ahead, a mental image of Emma taking my cock, when I finally pulse my cum down my wife's throat, which she swallows down dutifully.

The rest of the week passes in a blur, my anxiety for the weekend ahead building the closer it approaches. It feels monumental, like the rest of my life can go in one of two directions when this is done depending on how I get along with Emma for the day we're wrapped around one another. I know it won't be an accurate representation of, dare I say it, a life together. But it will be a much better barometer compared to fucking in a garage or a changing room.

Try as I might I can't convince Kate to leave on the Friday night to go to her parents, with her insisting she wants one more night in her own bed before she has to take the sofa when she's staying with them. I can't argue with that, and Emma is understanding enough in our correspondence. I agree that I'll pick her up early in the morning and then return when I know it's safe and the house will be ours.

When morning comes I leave after a quick shower and wish my family a pleasant weekend. The guilt I carry, always there now, weighs on me as I kiss them all goodbye because all I'm thinking about is the obscene amount of sex I'll be having for the next 24 hours and the sounds my lover will make during it all.

I pick her up where I have dropped her off previously, on the road off from the one she lives on. We share a quick kiss when she gets into the passenger side and buckles herself in, and then I quickly check her out and try to hide my disappointment in the loose flannel shirt and tight fitting jeans she's wearing.

"What?" she asks, making it clear my disappointment is fairly obvious.

"Sorry. I... just thought you'd be wearing something a little more risque. Y'know, seeing as we're spending the night together for the first time."

Emma laughs and then pats the rucksack on her lap. "You don't need to look so disappointed Matt. And you don't need to act so worried - I've got something for you."

I take an intake of breath and look at the bag, mind already wandering to what she might have in there and what we have in store for the full day we have together.

Before we can go home, and to give a large enough window for Kate to leave with the boys, I swing by the supermarket to pick up some food because I want to treat Emma to a dinner, to romance her a little.

With all our supplies bought, we drive the short way back to my now empty home in a companionable silence, my free hand resting on her upper leg and her dainty hand resting on top of mine. Those feelings bubble within me again, at the freshness of what I have with Emma.

We park up on my drive and get out of the car, my eyes scanning around the neighbourhood as I bring a young woman into my home. I cannot see anything to make me worried though as I open the door and lead Emma into what will be our little nest for the next twenty-four hours.

Emma goes upstairs to get herself settled and I take the opportunity to put the food I've bought away in the kitchen. I'm quietly whistling to myself, feeling content and excited about what's to come. Such is my preoccupation that I don't hear Emma return downstairs.

"I've gone with a new look. What do you think?"

I turn around and see her standing by the kitchen door looking much the same as she did when she went upstairs - hair tied up, flannel shirt undone to reveal the white vest top underneath...

Below her waist my lover is wearing not a stitch.

She smiles when I notice and slowly sways towards me. Before she can say another word, before she can take control of the situation, I pull her towards me and into a passionate kiss.

For a time we stumble around the kitchen, kissing one another hard and pulling garments off. I manage one shoulder of her shirt and her glasses, and she removes my tee so my naked torso is on display. Emma also manages to undo my jeans and pull my boxers down so my hard cock can spring free.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now." she demands through heavy breathing, and I put her on the edge of the kitchen sink and immediately bury myself inside of her. The teen cries out and wraps her bare legs around me and then hangs on as I slam into her cunt with the fury of a man who has missed this very, very much.

I am more rough than I usually would be with her, biting at her neck and now-exposed shoulder, but if she minds she doesn't say a thing. If anything Emma is even louder than she usually is when we actually have some alone time, practically screaming and begging for me to fuck her senseless. Something I'm more than happy to give her.

Pulling her away from the sink I carry her the short distance to my dining table and place her roughly down on it while keeping my dick firmly placed inside of her pussy. I feel slightly bad when I push aside a drawing my youngest had been working on so that I have no interruptions when I push up Emma's vest and bra, but at this point I'm so far lost in the man I've become it barely registers.

Instead I watch the woman I shouldn't love arch her back and grab her milky white tits as I pound into her, moaning my name over and over until she suddenly can't and words become nothing but a noise as her orgasm threads through her body.

Mine follows shortly, my hands gripping her wide hips and holding them tight to my pelvis as I grunt and shoot ropes of hot cum into her young pussy. Spent, I lean down and rest my head on her magnificent rack and feel her hand run into my hair.

She makes a satisfied noise. "I think that was a good start, don't you?" she says, voice almost daydreamy.

"I've just fucked the most amazing woman, of course it's a good start."

There's a slight pause and then I feel a hand on mine, fidgeting slightly as if it's trying to find something. When her fingers stop I lean up, but don't pull my hand away from where it rests on the band of gold that decorates my hand.

"What are you doing?" I ask her, eyes on the fingers that are trying to remove my wedding ring.

"Sorry. Just... just for tonight. Just for tonight be mine. And no one else's."

We share a silent look together while my mind reels. Removing my ring for one evening wouldn't be the most repulsive thing I've done with Emma, but there feels like more of a significance to the act than just fucking. Perhaps that's because of the way I feel about the woman I've just fucked rather than the act itself.

I give a slight nod though, and pull the silent vow from my left hand and place it gently on the table, eyes looking at it for a moment until I feel Emma shift and she leans up to kiss me lightly.

"How about you take me upstairs?"

It's one large step after another. Now it's time to take her to my marriage bed, to spend the remainder of our time together fucking someone who I definitely didn't say solemn vows to. Again I'm silent and again Emma interrupts, this time with soft kisses along my neck and chest.

Everything I've done has lead to this really. There's no turning back now.

Taking her hand, I slowly lead her from the kitchen and up the stairs. I tell myself that this isn't so bad, that this is what I want because if it wasn't then I wouldn't be leading a half-naked woman towards my bedroom.

"You go and get yourself comfortable," she says when we reach the landing. "I want to go and get changed."

"Changed?" I ask and Emma winks.

"I told you I had something nice." she says, moving towards the bathroom. "Go and get yourself comfortable - I won't be long."

I do as instructed and remove my trousers and socks, leaving the boxers on to give some kind of mystery considering what she's apparently doing for me. It's just as I'm about to lie down that the phone rings and I see from the caller ID that it's Kate.

From the time I know she must have just got to her parents. I pause for a moment, wondering what to do, before deciding it's best to answer now rather than be perpetually distracted by calls while me and Emma are enjoying one another. Pressing the green button, the display changes and I place the black rectangle to my face.

"Hey. Get there safe?" I ask, lying flat on the bed with a hand grabbing the base of my cock and my eyes on the door, eagerly awaiting Emma's arrival.

"Hey! Good thanks. Kids weren't too bad this time, and they've got some new toys from mum and dad so they're happy enough now. How's work going?"

"Oh, you know." I reply, just as the bathroom door creaks open and Emma steps out wearing a lacy white bustier that did wonders for her breasts, matching french knickers and sheer white stockings. Even on my wedding night, Kate had worn nothing that looked as... angelic, as this.

"Hello? Matt?"

"Oh yes, sorry. Distracted by a student." I stutter, putting a finger on my lips to indicate that Emma should be silent and she winks and approaches in response, crawling onto the bed so her breasts are hanging enticingly in her lingerie and, without even pausing, leaning down to put my cock into her mouth.

I have to bite my lip hard to refrain from groaning and look up to the ceiling so not to watch the beautiful woman whose lips are slowly sliding up and down my thick shaft. "Yeah," I say, strain in my voice clearly evident to me, if not Kate. "So, what you got planned?"

It's the only question I can think to ask which will give me a few minutes without needing to string more than a few words together. Instead my attention is on the dark haired minx bobbing her head up and down my manhood with such lust and desire that I am sure she wants me to make a noise. In response I slip my hand into her lush locks and thrust up slightly, hearing a slight gag that is followed by slurping that thankfully isn't too loud.

"Anyway," Kate finishes. "I should let you get back to work. I reckon we'll be back before dinner tomorrow. Don't miss us too much, okay?"

"Okay."

There's a pause which seems to drag on for eternity.

"Is everything alright, Matt?"

"Yeah, sorry." I say firmly. "Something lodged at the back of my throat. You take care, and say hi to your parents."

"And the kids."

"Of course the kids." I say with a chuckle.

"Love you."

I look down, Emma still working my cock with her mouth and my wife seemingly oblivious.

"Love you too. Bye."

I press the red button just as Emma comes up, lower lips pressed against the tip of my cock, breathing coming quickly. I smile down at her and stroke her face for a moment, enjoying this brief pause.

"You're a bad girl, Emma."

She bites her full lower lip and starts to climb up my body, slithering across me like the seductress she is. "What are you going to do about it, sir?" she asks in a deep, husky voice, leaning her body up slowly so I can get a full view of what she has done for me and pulling her panties aside to tease her wet lips against the sensitive tip of my cock.

"Fuck," I breathe. "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

"Louder."

"I'm going to fuck you senseless."

"I said louder Matt!" she shouts.

"I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU SENSELESS!"

As the last syllable echoes in the bedroom I share with my wife, Emma sheaths me inside of her with a groan. I reach up and grab her breasts as she starts to ride me with an intense rhythm, as if she's trying to prove something to me. Is it the venue for our latest fuck, or is it the words I'd shared with Kate before ending the call?

She's like a woman possessed, grinding her hips and throwing her hair back in the throws of passion so wild I feel lost. Her fingers drag down my chest and the bed squeaks from the riding she is giving me. There is no need for silence in this room any longer, no need to be quiet and worry about little ears hearing what they shouldn't. All there is is two lovers grunting and moaning, hands everywhere as if this was our very first time together.

I roll her onto her back and yank the straps of her bustier down so her heavy breasts spill out. We kiss sloppily as I position her legs around my waist before I press my hands into the sheets and start to hammer myself into her with everything I have.

As Emma moans beneath me, I glance up and find pictures on the wall and sideboards judging me. My wife, my kids and my own family - they all smile down happily, but their eyes seem to watch me and hate me. I'm about to stop, suddenly unable to do this, when I feel a hand on the nape of my neck that draws my eyeline down to the beauty I'm fucking.

"Look at me... look at me..." she pants.

I nod and concentrate on her again - how she whimpers, how her back arches and how she seems to hold onto me with what little strength she has. She makes me feel wanted and safe and happy.

She is everything. And I am ready to give up everything for it.

"I'm going to..." she gasps.

"I love you Emma."

Her eyes widen - in surprise, I don't know. But then she smiles and mouths the same words back at me just as the orgasm hits and she pulls me into her.

"IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou" she cries into my ear as I collapse on top of her and fire my cum into her pussy, making it my own. I grunt and rotate my hips, thrusting into her quivering sex with each rope that fills her until we both stop, breathless.

There is just heavy breathing for a time after we are done. The realisation of what I have said washes over me, but doesn't fill me with dread as I had anticipated. It had been something bottled that was now free. It cannot be unsaid, those powerful words, and that's ok.

I move off of her and she removes the bustier that had fallen below her breasts before resting her head on my chest and cuddling close to me. My arm wraps around her and we lay in a silence that doesn't feel awkward surprisingly.

"It's funny, isn't it?" she says eventually.

"It is?"

"I was basically just horny. At the campsite that is. And now it's... this. I didn't mean for this, but... I'm glad it is."

I kiss the top of her brow and give her a squeeze, pulling her tighter to my body.

"Me too, Emma. Me too."

the end

Authors Note

So the final part, I think, of this little story I've woven. I'd not intended for it to end up as this multi-part behemoth.thanks again for reading my story