Emma was thankful for the soft candlelight but was feeling very exposed nonetheless. She wasn’t feeling beautiful, she was feeling cheap. She felt David was making a spectacle of her. She was aware that David would have been jealous of her kissing the waiter and she could feel his confusion. She felt guilty. She hated guilt. She stood very still. All eyes on her. She doubted herself – had she misbehaved? Surely David would forgive her for forgetting him completely. She smiled in her mind at that thought. I’m a shallow tart, she said. A shallow tart. Tart. Tart. Tart.
Regardless of how Emma’s strange fluctuations of self-esteem went, one thing was obvious to everyone in the room, she looked gorgeous. Her body was womanly. Large breasts, narrow waist, full hips and a toned, round arse on top of long slender legs.
David whispered in her ear as he passed by her, ‘Touch your toes.’
She hesitated.
‘Touch your toes,’ he repeated.
She obeyed him reluctantly. The others watched on with interest as she bent at the waist and held her ankles. David walked behind her, waving to the others to come around. They all followed his lead. Claudio’s cock hardened as he stroked it and took in the magnificent view of Emma’s pussy fully available to him. Her round arse was so inviting and provocative. They all saw how wet she was. She was shiny in the candlelight. They all saw her pert little arsehole. No one touched her. The waiter was unsure no longer. He knew which woman he preferred.
Emma’s mind was spinning. The blood was rushing to her head. The others perving on her, being forced to reveal herself to them, the silence, no whistles of approval – nothing. She could see their feet as she looked through her legs. They were just standing there. It was too much. They were all there. Touch me! She was so aroused. She wanted so much to be touched. She wanted to be ravished not stared at.
David came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. She felt his hard-on pressed flat against her. It felt hot. He ran his hands all over her. He had longed for this moment but now that it had come he was unable to act as he’d imagined he’d act. He cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples, ran his hands down her legs, across her stomach and over her mound. He bent down and stuck his face in her pussy for a second. Then he stood and brought her up straight. He beckoned the others forward. He wanted them to touch her. They all complied. Claudio eagerly took a nipple in his mouth. Amelia crouched down and started to kiss under Emma’s breasts and the waiter kissed her lips. David eased his cock up into her from behind. He was in her. He felt giddy.
He left it there.
Hard, long and warm, it was buried deep in her. She clenched around it, welcomed it, loved it.
Amelia knelt in front of Emma and began kissing her way across Emma’s belly. She tongued her belly button. She gave Emma’s pale skin warm, wet kisses with her soft lips. Kissed the sensitive places gently. Kissed her way down the inside of Emma’s thigh. She admired Emma’s skin, was turned on by its beauty, she really wanted a taste of it. She wanted a bite of her.
Claudio was supping on Emma’s full breasts. He was kissing and sucking on one while teasing the other with his hand. They were so soft, the skin was youthful, he was making comparisons, he wanted this woman over his own. She was more beautiful, more erotic, a sensual woman through and through. A woman made to make love to night after night. He made circles around her nipple with his warm wet tongue, interrupting this by sucking in the whole of her nipple and flicking it. Such perfect breasts, he thought. An overwhelming feminine force subduing him with its softness. Emma brought her left hand up and grabbed Claudio’s hair, holding him to her breasts.
Emma was overwhelmed by all these sensations. The waiter’s kisses would have been satisfying enough. His kisses were so perceptive of her every need. His mouth, his tongue, those lips were moving her deeply. She could feel the full force of his ardour through the language of his lips. She had conquered another heart. He was trying to win her – three men were – but her husband was doing well to keep her.
The multitudinous sensations massed together to form an army of pleasure. This army ran riot over her. She was poised on the verge of something great. All these people crowding around her. All of them intent on giving her pleasure. Her husband’s cock in her. His mouth sucking on her neck. Deep tissue sucking that would leave terrible marks. She was spinning out of control. Too many sensations. Too much pleasure.
Amelia stuck out her tongue and licked Emma’s dark wet lips, circling around the base of David’s embedded cock. The whole of Emma’s body shook. This tipped her over.
She broke from the waiter’s kiss and felt the first note of a great body-shaking orgasm sing out.
‘Oh God, I’m … Fuck!’
She convulsed. David held her tight, biting down on her neck and forcing himself up in her so she was impaled and couldn’t move. She convulsed again. Claudio sucked upon her nipple, Amelia closed her mouth on her clit, and the waiter kissed her face.
‘Don’t stop. Anybody!’
She was coming.
‘Oh! Jesus!’
Her whole body shook and she growled.
‘Ah! Gggggooooddd!!’ She pulled at Claudio’s hair, and then pressed him to her violently. Her body buckled and bent so much David had trouble holding her upright. The aftershocks rattled through her. She was visibly shaking.
David led Emma to the sofa and when he sat down she lowered herself onto his cock, her feet planted side by side between his splayed legs, with her back to him. They were a gorgeous fit. She ground herself against him, ensuring she had gobbled it all up. She knew he liked to fuck her like this. He said he loved to watch her arse rise and fall on his cock. She put her hands on his knees and thumped down on him. She played up to him. She wriggled her arse. He gripped her hips. She wriggled some more.
Claudio stood a foot away, unsure what he was doing. He had wanted to fuck Emma – it was all he wanted.
Everything Emma did sent shivers of pleasure all through her. Her pussy was buzzing with sensation. Rising and falling in David’s lap, his hands on her hips, his cock, the cock she loved most in the world, filling her up.
David held her hips firmly. She wasn’t getting away from him. He touched her hand and she turned and then understood and twisted herself around. Her knees either side of her husband’s thick thighs, Emma sank down on his cock. Then, eyes locked on eyes, she had kissed him properly. Gone were the doubts. Gone were the tests. Gone were the months spent apart. She was with her husband. He loved her. She loved him. Their kisses were deep, their kisses were long. David came in her as they kissed, moaning into her mouth, as she ground herself against him to extract every last drop of his come.
TWENTY-THREE
The waiter and Amelia sat on the floor together. He held her and she played with his flaccid cock. Claudio was sitting on a bar stool. And Emma and David sat completely entwined in each other’s arms. Not a word was said.
After a minute of silence Claudio stood up and walked to his pants. He picked them up off the ground and pulled them on. Amelia eyed him thoughtfully. He found his shirt and picked that up too. Everyone was watching him in silence.
Was it over?
Claudio definitely thought so. He was sitting again, tying up his shoe laces.
Emma thought differently. She had just won her husband back. It was time to party. She stood up and walked to the waiter. Slowly and with some deliberation she forced him down on his back and sat on his face. She shuddered as she felt his tongue enter her.
She had her back to Claudio and David and had cut Amelia out of the picture too.
Make no mistake, David knew that this life, the life he was drinking down in great gulps, was Emma’s life. The thrill came from this knowledge; it came from his dubious right to such a life. He watched her with the waiter, her back to him, and wanted to feel something other than jealousy. He wanted to find pleasure in her pleasure. He must learn to if he was to be her partner. He must want her to take pleasure in other men and women. But to di
sappoint her, to fail in her eyes, was a temptation for someone so obsessed. He was obsessed with Emma – loved her more than life itself. And obsession could be a prison. His one great fear was losing her. But in his weaker moments, the thought of that loss was a relief.
David was still seated where Emma had left him. He motioned for Amelia to come to him. She crawled to him on her hands and knees and attempted to part his legs. He reached down to her and drew her up on his lap. She straddled him. She was entirely naked and her wet pussy sank onto his spent cock, her warmth and soft flesh sending a thrill through his body. David’s hands grabbed hold of her butt and she ran her hands over his chest and took off his shirt. She kissed him and her bare breasts fell against his skin. She kissed him as he had kissed her in the beginning while moving her hips, sliding her pussy over his hardening cock.
Emma glanced over her shoulder to see if David was watching her ride the waiter’s face and found him seated under Amelia, gripping her tanned arse as they made out. Then she noticed that Marco and Eloise were standing at the door watching. He had his arm around her. She was a beautiful girl, more beautiful now that she had been fucked. And what she was witnessing had knocked the reserve from her. Her face was open and uncluttered.
Marco led Eloise to the sofa and sat down, undoing his pants as he did so. She lifted her dress off and threw it on the floor and climbed on. He was enjoying the company of this slender young woman. He would take her back to his studio and sketch her. She was quiet, silent but ardent. She gripped him, clutched at him and rammed herself against him hungrily, scratching him with her nails, biting him with her teeth. Now she lifted up and off his cock and lowered herself down slowly, again and again.
The room was silent. Marco and Eloise fucked slowly. Claudio was just waiting, leaning against the cushions, watching his woman kissing David. Emma kept glancing around, too. She envied Amelia. She wanted her husband to join the waiter and have both mouths on her.
Emma crawled away, swinging around to face her husband. She knelt there on all fours, waiting for the waiter to catch on.
The waiter lifted himself up onto his elbow. She was the palest girl he had ever wanted. She had the softest skin and the fleshiest round arse he’d ever desired. She went against every one of his rules of attraction. Her unusual beauty grabbed at him and dragged him forth. Brought from him a hunger he hadn’t felt for a woman before. He knelt behind her, handling his cock, feeling its strength, its potency. Emma looked back over her shoulder, she saw his face – his intense eyes stared down at her. She tried to reach around to pull his cock to her but she couldn’t reach.
‘Fuck me. Fuck me,’ she whispered, his delirium turning her on. The fascination and the urgency in his eyes, the way he stroked his cock, it was so deliberate, and it was powerful.
The waiter edged forward. He laid his cock head against Emma’s lips. He slid his cock up the full length of them. He made circles. Taking time, enjoying her. With a certain reverence he brought his hands down, open palmed, onto her fleshy arse. Each hand felt the soft skin of a separate cheek. The gentle indulgence of being able to touch this wonderful bottom. He smirked at the thought and pushed his cock ungraciously into her. Emma squealed with a certain glee as the young man finally woke from his stupor and thrust into her.
He had a rough handful of flesh in each palm and was pulling himself in and out of her with great force. She was moaning loudly at each thrust. Each heavy plunge knocked a breath from her. The moans were low, raw expressions of his power. She felt every inch of him as he fucked her. He was grunting now too. Each grunt was met with a moan from Emma. They were getting noisier and noisier.
Emma and the waiter’s animal noises were for David’s ears only. He listened intently. Amelia blocked his view. He wanted to see Emma being fucked. He wanted to shove his cock in her mouth to silence the moans.
He lifted Amelia off him and led her onto the floor on her knees and, kneeling behind her, slid his cock into her. They were now both facing the others. He could see his wife being fucked and she could see him. Their eyes met and she smiled a blissed-out smile as she rocked back and forth under the weight of the waiter’s strong thrusts. Amelia left David’s cock and crawled to Emma and kissed her. David followed and continued fucking her. He watched the two women kiss as they were fucked, their faces almost colliding, their kisses for show.
David pulled his cock out, spread Amelia’s legs further, bringing her butt down lower and put his cock head against her arsehole. She went very still and turned her face to him. Looking up over her shoulder, she was clearly unsure. Had she never done it before?
The look settled it for David. He pushed in ever so slightly. She turned her face from him. David started to circle her clit with his finger but she brought her hand up and knocked his away, determined to finger herself. He pushed in further. Her arsehole was already well lubricated. She pushed back on his cock and the fearless girl swallowed it all up.
The groan! She groaned so deeply David felt his cock jump. The tight hole was too much to bear. She clenched around him, so unused was she to such a big entity up her arse. David began to retreat but the girl pushed back on his cock.
‘I’m so full of you! Stay there. Oh Jesus Christ! Oh fuck! Don’t move!’
Emma looked up at David, but David had closed his eyes.
The waiter had watched all of this. He wasn’t able to come. He had pounded and pounded this slutty woman to no end. He had watched David put his cock in Amelia’s arsehole. He had never arse-fucked a woman before. Many of his friends had. He had never found a woman who would let him put his large cock in her there.
So without asking, without warning Emma, this young Lothario exited one hole and plunged ignorantly into the other.
‘Argghhh!’ screamed Emma, as the sudden pain shot through her body, cutting through the beautiful pleasures she had been feeling. The waiter pulled out quickly.
‘I’m sorry. So sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’
David looked across at them alarmed.
‘Are you alright, babe?’ he asked, still embedded in Amelia.
‘He just shoved that monster up my arse!’ she said, with a perplexed look on her face.
‘I’m sorry, man, I don’t know what …’ gabbled the waiter.
‘Go slow,’ was all David had to say. He closed his eyes again.
That gorgeous cock had felt like a hot poker. She burned within from his lumbering and perilous display of affection. She reached around and held onto his cock. He had forfeited the right to pilot these dangerous waters. She loathed these moments of painful discontinuity. The accidental teeth clashes, foreheads bashed on bedsteads, flaming stubble rash and eager young men brutal in their desire to impress shoving their cocks up your arse in one quick movement as though you had the gaping arsehole of a pornstar. For Emma, pain was never enough to warrant stopping (thoughtless, moist and happy lust forbade such drastic measures) but was enough to give rise to caution. She no more wanted a cautious lover than dead one.
She was ready to try again. She placed his cock at the opening.
‘I’ll do it. Don’t thrust!’
She manoeuvred him into her at her own pace. He was welcomed centimetre by centimetre, over an age. He was compliant and appreciative. She relaxed her muscles completely, swallowing him and had come before he was fully in. Once in she let him ease out, then ease in, then ease out. Then as she fingered her clit she let him do whatever he pleased for she was coming again and again. A spiral of orgasms all connected to the other as he developed his rhythm.
The waiter was never going to come. Emma prayed that he would never stop. She stopped touching herself and now just let the sensations he was inducing fill her entirely. She felt she would never need to come again.
Amelia screamed again in her fashion, coming as David held himself in her. Amelia started to laugh but stopped short. ‘Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!’ And the true orgasm hit her. It rolled on and on and she kept still trying to keep it rol
ling on and on and on.
The waiter couldn’t come; he was running out of breath. He slowed down and then withdrew, his cock standing rigid. He fell onto his back, breathing deeply. Emma opened her eyes. She couldn’t work out what had happened. Then she felt him return, entering her again and closed her eyes. But it wasn’t the waiter, he was on his back, and Eloise was now straddling him. Emma was being fucked for the fifth or sixth time that day by Marco. And she had no idea. All she knew was that she was full of cock and that the sensations her body was enjoying were never going to end. That was all she knew.
David had taken himself off to the bathroom to wash. When he returned he found Claudio filling champagne glasses. David took one and sat at the bar. Amelia was still on the floor where he had left her. She lay on her stomach with her head on her arms.
The exquisite Eloise had lifted herself from the waiter and lay stretched out naked on the sofa, watching Marco and Emma fucking in the middle of the room.
The waiter raised himself onto his haunches. His thick cock hung heavily between his thighs. Claudio handed him a glass of champagne and he drank it down in one gulp.
Marco couldn’t find his orgasm. Emma was too wet, he was too exhausted and his body had been over-indulged. He withdrew and climbed onto the sofa. Emma caught sight of him. He beckoned to her. She looked so dazed and beautiful, on all fours like a Burmese cat, inquisitive but somewhat disdainful. She crawled away from the waiter, who reached for her, and was soon kneeling before Marco, kissing him languorously. She was feeling so wonderful. He was beautiful, his kisses were tender and his hands roamed over her naked back and down as far as her fleshy arse, which he scratched with his fingernails to her great delight. Then he lifted Emma onto his knee. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his neck.
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