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I met my wife, Emily, in college during our junior year and it was love at first sight for both of us. We were in a bar where all the locals and college k**s had gathered to celebrate our win over a hated rival. I'd never seen her before, and I was to find out why that night.

I had just ordered a beer when I heard the sweetest voice during a momentary lull in the noise say, "Please don't do that!" I turned in the direction of the voice and saw Emily. A very drunk older guy had his arm around her and was trying to kiss her. She tried to walk away but the guy was insistent that she stay as he pulled her back against him. She was silently pleading for help with her eyes when they spied me looking at her. She held the stare long enough to let me know my help would be appreciated.

I'm not a big guy but I knew I was going to do whatever it took to help her out and began walking her way. "Hey, sis. Sorry we're late but your boyfriend's car ran out of gas. Good thing he's as big as he is because he had to push it two blocks to the gas station. He's waiting outside. You ready to go?"

"Yes," she said. "I was just getting ready to call you." Then she turned to the guy harassing her and said, "See ya later, Earl."

She then took my hand and we left Earl with a, "What in the hell just happened?" look on his face. We got outside and she turned to me with the cutest smile and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for saving me..."

"Jerry," I said, filling in the blank. "We should probably leave before Deliverance there comes looking for you. Can I offer you a ride somewhere or do you have your own car?"

"I'd appreciate a lift home. I came with two girlfriends but I don't feel like looking for them right now. I don't ever go to bars, but I'm kind of glad I did now."

That made me feel very special as I smiled in response.

As we walked to my car, we just kept looking at each other. She was dressed pretty conservatively, but you could see her big firm tits and gorgeous ass. I offered to take her for some coffee and she readily accepted. From that point on we were inseparable.

We were married six months after graduating and we enjoyed sex at least five times a week during our engagement.

Emily looked super in clothes, but naked, she was absolutely breathtaking. I was so proud whenever I saw both men and women checking her out, especially at the beach in her bikinis. She was too shy to wear anything other than a maximum coverage bikini, but she made them look so much better than they actually were. I bought her a tiny French-cut bikini once but she refused to wear it outside our apartment because it "showed way too much." "What a shame," I thought, but she didn't like to draw attention to herself. She was one of those people that wouldn't say shit if she had a mouth full of it.

We talked about having k**s, but we both decided that it would be better to wait until we were more financially secure. She wanted to be a stay-at-home mom to raise them and I agreed. About a year after we were married we bought a house in the suburbs with a six-foot privacy fence around most of our yard. This really was the biggest selling point to Emily as it would allow her to tan in the back yard by the small pool without anyone seeing her.

Emily always did the yard work. It was something she really enjoyed. One day I suggested that she wear the bikini I got her while doing the yard work. I told her I thought she'd enjoy it on really hot days and I'd love to see what it looked like outside the house. She said she'd think about it, but I wasn't holding my breath.

After I got through with work on a very hot Saturday in July, I drove home and was looking forward to spending the rest of the weekend with Emily.

I called out to her when I got home, but got no answer. As I was changing clothes I glanced out the window to see Emily tanning herself in the bikini I got her. My cock began to harden and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had apparently just gotten out of the pool. She was soaking wet and there was a very pronounced camel toe staring back at me. Without realizing it, I began rubbing my cock through my shorts as it became painfully hard.

It felt deliciously wicked spying on my wife while I pulled out my cock and started jacking off right there at the window. I was getting close to blowing my load when she sat up and looked around. I thought she might have heard something and I tried to get off before she came in. Next, I saw her reach behind her neck and untie the string to her top before doing the same with the one behind her back, freeing those gorgeous tits of hers. I came all over the window as her bra hit the ground. I have never been that turned on in my life.

As she began to rub lotion onto her tits, my cock began to harden again. I was so hot. I was getting ready to jack off again when I heard a knock on the door. "Oh, shit!" I thought. I had forgotten that my colleague from work, Jordan, was going to stop by for some prints of the job we were both working on. I was so bummed that he was interrupting me at this particular moment. All of a sudden though, my mind started going to a weird place. I wanted Jordan to see this. Stuffing my junk back in my pants I went down to let him in.

"Jesus, Jordan. Believe it or not, I forgot you were coming by."

"Yeah, well if I had a distraction around like you have, I'd forget a lot of shit, too. By the way, where's your better half?"

"I'm not sure. Probably working out in the yard," I told him. That's when the idea hit me that there may never be a better chance for someone to see her. I was burning up. "Why don't you go on out by the pool and I'll bring us something to drink after I locate those prints."

"Sounds great," Jordan said as he started heading to the pool."

I shot up the stairs ready to see what everybody's reaction was going to be, but when I got to the window I realized that in my brief absence, Emily had removed her bottoms as well and had put on her head phones. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and knew that Jordan was going to see all of Emily. He was approaching her feet first when he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her glistening shaved pussy. He just stood there taking it all in before he u*********sly began to rub his crotch.

I looked back at Emily just as she was spreading her legs to put her feet on the pool deck on either side of the lounge chair. I could see from the window as her pussy began to spread open and stay that way. Turning back to Jordan, he hadn't moved and seemed incapable of deciding what to do next. My cock was so hard as visions of Jordan sliding his cock into Emily had me cumming in my pants, untouched.

Luckily, for both of us, Jordan began a silent retreat before Emily ever noticed him. When he began moving, I finally found the will to move myself. Grabbing the prints, I went downstairs with the idea that I would be none the wiser unless he said something about it.

When he got back in the house I was getting us something cold out of the fridge. I acted surprised to see him. "Hey, what's up. Too hot out there for you?"

"That's one way of putting it, I guess."

I gave my best cryptic look and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Hey, man. Emily is tanning out there."

"Yeah? So what? That's usually what people do at a pool."

"Dude! Your wife is stark naked. It was all I could do to tear myself away from that vision. No offense."

"Holy shit!" I said. "I didn't know she did that! Did she see you?"

"I don't think so. She probably would have screamed, or something. Again, with all due respect, I'll never see her the same way again!"

"I hope not."

"I'm serious, man. She's so shy and demure all the time. Now I've seen what you get to see on a regular basis and I'm unbelievably jealous."

"I understand, man. She is fucking hot!" After a moment, I said, "Look, why don't you head out before she finds out you were here. Oh, and by the way, keep it quiet, huh."

"I will if you get me a picture of her like that."

"What?"

"Just k**ding, man. Don't worry. Mum's the word," and he left.

I immediately ran up the stairs to get the camera after Jordan gave me the idea. I had no nude pictures of her and now was one of those chances that almost never happen. I did close-ups of her tits, her face and most of all, that glorious cunt. I was still on fire with all that had happened in such a short period of time.

As I was turning to leave the window, I caught a flash of light or a reflection of some sort coming from the attic window of the house next door. It belonged to a couple in their early forties along with their son, Brandon. His parents described him as somewhat of a lady's man and I had no doubt he probably had a good show through his binoculars. Oh well, that'll be a memory for him for all time.

I saw Emily sitting up and putting her bikini back on, so I put everything away and acted like I had just gotten home when she came in.

"Wow," I said. You wore it!"

"I did more than that you silly man. I actually took it off for about 15 minutes and tanned in the raw."

"Shut up!" I said like I didn't believe her.

"No!" Really! I did!" It was actually kind of exhilarating being nude outside."

"Wow! And I missed it?"

"Sorry," she said. "Maybe next time if I work up the nerve."

That night I fucked her three times while fantasizing about strange men using her repeatedly. She asked what had gotten into me and I more or less confessed to being turned on by her showing herself off.

"But I was alone," she replied.

"Well, a guy can dream, can't he?"

"You'd actually enjoy somebody seeing me naked?"

"God, yes!"

"I would die if that happened. You know me!"

"I don't know," I told her. "Maybe you're starting to loosen up a bit. At least, I hope you are."

"Get over it silly man. You're the only one that will see me naked."

As time went by, the visions of that day consumed me. I began to wonder how I could arrange even more risqué moments with my wife. It began to affect my work because of the time I was dedicating to setting up scenarios of exposure for my wife. I found myself going online and reading stories about men who were trying the same things I wanted to do.

About three months later we got a knock on the door. It was the k** from next door. He'd been sent over by his parents to invite me and Emily to a Halloween party, costumes and all. What little time he was there, he could hardly take his eyes off Emily. She was just on her way out to do some yard work dressed in tight shorts and a halter top with no bra. I saw her begin to get red around the face as she became aware of his stare.

I told Brandon that we'd be there. He told us to wear any kind of costume we fancied and that all the food and drink would be provided by them.

After he left, Emily said something to the effect that Brandon was looking at her like he wanted to eat her.

"I wouldn't hold that against him. Hormones rule his world and you are a very hot lady."

"Jerry, you are so bad."

"I know. I'm hoping it rubs off on you. By the way, what kind of costume are you going to wear?"

"The only one I have is at mom's house. It's a Little Bo Peep outfit. I think I should get something a little less revealing though. The dress is above the knee and it shows to much of my top."

"Sounds perfect to me!"

"You would say that, you pervert."

"Aw, c'mon, baby. Wear it for me. Nothing but old people are probably going to be there." I was doing everything I could think of to have her start showing a little more skin.

"I'll think about it. If I do, though, I'll need a few belts in me before hand." Then she turned to me and asked, "Why are you trying to show me off to people?"

"All I can tell you, baby, is that when I see people look at you with desire, it makes my dick hard enough to cut diamonds. You have one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen and it excites me tremendously when someone looks at you with obvious desire."

She just shook her head at me like I was daft before saying, "We'll see. You know I don't like drawing attention to myself."

The night before the party, Emily tried on her costume. The swell of her tits was the first thing I noticed. My dick was hard immediately and I fucked her while she wore it. She was shocked at my reaction.

"Wow, I guess I will have to reconsider some wardrobe changes if this is what I can come to expect."

"You know it, Em!"

What costume did you get for the party?" she asked me.

"Jordan loaned me his clown outfit," I told her.

"How apropos," she chided me.

I already knew what the answer was going to be, but the mood had been set as the words started coming out of my mouth before I could think to edit them. "Would you consider doing me a favor concerning the party?"

She looked at me with that "now what" expression. "You want me to go naked now?"

"Oh, no," I said, ignoring the sarcasm. "I know you can't wear a bra with that costume, so I was wondering if you'd go without your panties, too."

Her eyes got big as she just stared at me for the longest moment. "Are you serious?"

While I couldn't help but pick up on the incredulity in her question, my answer was, "Deadly!"

"My God, you really are serious!" she stated in disbelief.

I just let my request hang there with her, waiting for a yes or no answer and looking at her like a k** at the age of 8 that just asked for a 4-wheeler for Christmas.

"Jerry," she started as she fumbled for words in her reply, "You know I could never do that!"

"Why not?"

"Are you k**ding me? I could never do something like that, and you know it! What if somebody found out? I don't think I could ever show my face in public again! I'm just not built that way."

"What way is that, Em, like lying naked in the back yard?"

That had her speechless for the moment so I continued speaking. "Emily, the only people that would know about it would be you and me. It's not like you'll be wearing a sign saying, 'Look guys, no panties!' Look, Em, I just want you to think about it. I know it's outside your comfort zone, but it could be how you described being naked outside. You know, exhilarating."

"You really are serious. And what, exactly, do you get out of this?"

"Just thinking about it happening has me ready to fuck you into oblivion. It would be the hottest kind of experience for me, and once you were settled into the party, you'd probably find yourself equally turned on. Every time we looked at each other our secret would be ever-present. We'd probably end up leaving early and fucking each other's brains out."

"And it means that much to you?"

"In the grand scheme of things, no. I love you, Emily. That could never change. All I'm suggesting is that you think about it as a game two people can play together, to instill a little taboo heat for just the two of us. Just for grins, tell me what was going through your mind when you were laying naked outside?"

She stood there in thought before speaking. "I don't know. I know it excites you and I think I tried it to see if I could maybe do it for you sometime. You have always tried to subtly get me to show more of myself. I did it with you in mind."

"And I appreciate that more than you know, but I was asking how it made YOU feel, to be outside and naked." I waited patiently for her answer which was much slower in coming than her last reply.

"Okay, now don't get crazy on me, but I began to imagine you looking at me and then telling me to spread my legs so you could look at my pussy."

"And did you spread your legs for me?" My cock was growing noticeably as I saw her glance down at it before looking me in the eye.

"Yes."

"Did it make you wet?" I saw the beginnings of a red flush appearing on her upper chest and neck.

"Yes."

Neither of us said a word after that as we simultaneously began to undress before one of the hottest fuck sessions either of us had ever experienced. As we relaxed while holding each other, my cock hardened again, only this time we made love.

We didn't mention our conversation again. I was determined to allow her to make an unpressured decision concerning the party. My patience came from knowing that both of us now knew that the heat that we could bring to bear on our relationship was going to be revisited at some point in time.

The day of the party, my car was in the shop and Emily had shopping to do so I caught a ride with Jordan. He came by as Emily was leaving and she kissed him on the cheek on her way out the door. She always liked him and they had become good friends.

He had a weird look on his face after she'd left.

"What's with you?" I asked him.

"Sorry, buddy. I just can't get that vision of her out of my head. She is so fucking gorgeous."

I started laughing at him.

"Hey, don't worry about it. She does that to me all the time."

"It really doesn't bother you that I saw her in the raw, does it?"

"Why would it? I'm secure in what we have. Truth be known, I've been trying for years to get her to loosen up on her conservative dress code. When I see people, even women, look at her with lust, it turns me on."

"Knowing that someone wants to, for lack of a better word, fuck her, turns you on?"

"Sure it does. I'm proud of her."

"Would it also turn you on to actually see someone fuck her?"

"You know, that's a hot kind of fantasy with me, but that's all it will ever be."

Jordan kind of chuckled while saying, "Well, if you ever want to make it a reality, I'd be glad to offer my services."

"I'm sure," I said with a laugh; "You and probably the entire straight population of men and all gay women."

"And you're not jealous."

"What for? She's not enamored with anyone else. She's like a beautiful work of art being admired by people with obvious taste."

"Then you should get me a picture of that beautiful piece of art so that I can admire it more frequently."

"The only way you're ever going to get a nude pic of Emily is if she gives it to you. You guys are friends so I don't see that happening."

"Do you actually have pics of her?"

"As a matter of fact, after you left when Em was still out by the pool, I got about half a dozen nice pics. They're the only ones I have."

"I'd love to see those."

It actually turned me on thinking about showing him pictures of Em. He was single and it certainly wasn't going to hurt anyone. "Why? You've already seen her?" I wasn't going to make it easy for him though. "Besides, she doesn't know I saw her out there. If that ever got out I'd be dead meat."

"C'mon, Jerry, you know I'd never say anything to anyone." In the end, I ended up showing him the pics. He practically slobbered on them and it made me about half firm having him look at them.

After viewing the pics, we went to the office. He was really hot for Emily which in turn excited me. To tease him even more, I told him about the outfit she was wearing tonight and how I fucked her when she tried it on the night before. "I don't think she was really going to wear it until she saw what it did to me. I practically ****d her."

"Oh, my God!" was all he could say.

As we were getting ready to leave, I called Emily to say I'd be home in half an hour.

"Good. I'm putting on my makeup as we speak."

After hanging up I told Jordan what she said.

"If I had another costume, I'd go with you guys just to look at Emily all night"

There was about a five minute silence in the car when Jordan said, "Remember saying you'd love to watch someone fuck her."

"Yeah," I said waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Would you consider letting a man seduce her so that you could realize that fantasy."

"Only if it suited Em. The only thing is, I can't think of anyone I know that could pull that off." Jordan gave me a look that sarcastically said, "Puleeeze."

I looked at Jordan seriously. "Let me ask you something. What if there came a time where we could both fuck Emily, would you be able to just fuck her without interfering with our lives or emotions? By that I mean, no behind the back stuff with her. I ask this because I won't tolerate someone fucking with my marriage."

"Jesus, Jerry. I love you guys. If I thought for one moment that I might fuck up your lives I'd move away first. No, she is just so physically hot and knowing how shy she is makes her even hotter. If she were to do us both, I think it would be hot for her too."

As we pulled into my driveway, I said, "Well, that being the case, we might be able to warm her up toward the idea eventually if we boost her awareness of her beauty and sex appeal. If we could get her to start wearing more risqué outfits, it might just lead to her being more open minded about a threesome. I could work on her while we're fucking, about how hot you and other men find her, maybe some hot talk while we're fucking, things like that."

"I agree and will help in any way you say. You will call all the shots."

"Well, maybe we can start by you seeing Em in her costume. She won't expect you to come in so you can make like you had to use the bathroom, then say what you think she needs to hear."

"You got it!"

As we got to the dining room doorway, she said, "So how do you like it?" as she began to spin, her dress floating waist high revealing her intimate charms to both of us. It was half way through her second spin that she noticed Jordan was there, too. Her ass and pussy would stay in both of our minds forever.

"Oh, shit!" she screamed. "I can't believe I just did that!" as she began turning three shades of red. She then ran from the room into the living room. We both followed her in. She couldn't speak or look at us. Then she broke into tears and sat on the edge if the couch.

"Baby," I said, "you did nothing wrong. I'm blown away that you did what I asked you to. And Jordan is family. Both of us love you and we're both blown away by your beauty. Please don't cry! You'll ruin your makeup."

"I'm so embarrassed!" was all she could say before crying again.

"It's my fault, Em," Jordan began. "I needed to use the bathroom. Normally I never come in after work so how could you know. You were just being a super wife for your husband, the kind of woman I hope to find some day. Aside from that it was the most beautiful sight and gesture I've ever seen. Don't feel bad about being every man's dream and the perfect wife."

"Stop it, Jordan. I'm not perfect," she sobbed.

"It's the adjective Jerry uses for you all the time." As he said this, he put his arm around her shoulders in a consoling manner. Both Jordan and I were very concerned for Emily, and at the same time his eyes and mine were staring at her cleavage. Even in her fragile state, she exuded sex.

"Hey, Jerry, how about you forgetting about the clown suit and you and I putting on suits and going as Bo Peep's body guards. We'll all get wasted and dance the night away with your gorgeous wife."

I thought it was the perfect remedy to help Emily get over her embarrassment and turn a disaster into a memorable night. "If that's cool with Emily, I think that's a great idea. What do you say, baby?"

"I'm not sure I still want to go," she said softly, "after what just happened."

Jordan came up with the perfect answer to that. "What do you mean? Nothing just happened. As far as I'm concerned, nothing happened and nothing will ever be said by any of us about it again. It will be a non-event as we get drunk as monkeys and escort the best looking girl in the city to a happy ending."

We both waited for a reply as Emily seemed to be considering it.

"Okay," she finally said. "First, I'm going upstairs and add a piece of clothing to this outfit."

"Sounds good to me," I told her. You go put on or take off whatever you want to while Jordan and I get our monkey suits on. I suppose us escorting you to the stairs is out of the question," I added for hoped levity.

Emily looked at each of us with her red eyes before kissing us each on the cheek. "It is for now."

After she left us, Jordan and I just looked at each other, and not a word was uttered. Jordan went to his car to get the suit he always had with him foe short notice business meetings and I went to the downstairs closet where mine were hanging.

We were dressed in short order and were having drinks, just bullshitting about stuff at work. We were both aware of the implication of Emily's last statement, but neither of us mentioned it. It was like whatever happens, happens. We were dedicated to showing my beautiful wife a great time.

Emily came down about a half hour later. When she entered the room, all Jordan and I could do was stare in disbelief. Gone was the Bo Peep outfit. She wore a short black cocktail dress with a plunging, deep vee neckline that went to her waist, high heeled shoes and sunglasses. She had a string of pearls that accentuated her entire persona.

As we both stood there speechless, I saw her begin to redden just a bit before speaking. "Well, judging from the two of you, you approve of my costume. Unfortunately, my dress is so clinging that I can't wear anything under it, so I'll need a couple of body guards to protect me at the party." With that she walked up to Jordan and gave him about a two or three second kiss on the lips before coming to me and kissing me open-mouthed for about ten seconds.

"I was hoping to pass as a movie star. What do you think?"

Again, we were both speechless. I could feel an excitement that I never knew existed. My heart was beating wildly at the vision before us. For someone that didn't like drawing attention to herself, she had practically made it impossible not to notice her. I saw her raise her eyebrows in expectation of an answer from us on her previous question.

"You're too beautiful to be a movie star. I'd say you look more like a visiting princess from an adult fairyland with a beauty that defies description," Jordan said to her. This brought a shy smile from my wife before she looked at me.

"I've never loved you compared to what I'm feeling right now. You are absolutely breath-taking and I'm so very grateful that you saw fit to marry me." That got me an even bigger kiss this time that she had to break, as I was in a full-blown stupor.

"I'm in need of a drink, gentlemen," she said, slipping into her role.

Jordan and I made her one together and Jordan carried it to her with a napkin as she sat in a chair and crossed her legs. It was impossible for her to not notice the beginnings of erections that we each sported. Her entire demeanor had changed as she was now in complete control and we were on fire. We were going to give her whatever she wanted unquestioningly.

There was no jealousy on my part. It was if I was watching the blooming of a woman who no longer felt the need for embarrassment for who she was. She seemed to find comfort in the fact that, not one, but two men she cared about were being open, honest and supportive, not to mention, sexually aroused.

She drank her drink quickly, summoning the liquid courage still needed at this point. As she sat the glass on the end table she looked at each of us. "I'd say it's about time we hit that party."

We both walked to her to assist her from the chair before heading to the Halloween party. There was a sign on the door saying, "Just Come On In." As we walked in, most of the idle chatting seemed to disappear to where the only noise was the soft music playing, as Brandon's father, Richard, approached.

"And who have we here?" he said not recognizing us in such a formal dress up.

"We are the escorts and body guards for Princess Emily, formerly your neighbors to the west," I told him as the idle chatter once again picked up. Almost all eyes were still focused on Emily.

"I'm honored to know you Princess," Richard said as he took her hand to his lips. "Please, help yourself to anything and enjoy the party.

We all headed to the bar first and then to the food. After eating some food and refreshing our drinks, we migrated to the large dining room which had low lights, beautiful music and served as the main area for dancing.

"My Lady," I said to my wife, "would you allow me the honor of this dance?"

"But of course, Sir," she replied as we went arm-in-arm to the dance floor. Dancing with her was unforgettable. As we would get to a more secluded and darkened area, I would allow my hands to discreetly slide to her ass and the sides of her tits while staring into her eyes.

During this she put her lips next to my ear and softly whispered, "What would you do if Jordan took the same liberties that you're now taking?"

I then lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her very gently. "I'd say he's earned it and so have you. This, to me, is a what-happens-in-Vegas kind of evening. Anything you want or don't want is going to happen without repercussions." After a pause I told her, "You're making me hard, Emily. I want you so badly!"

"Later, big boy. Now walk me to Jordan and give him my hand."

I did as she wanted. Jordan's eyes were slightly glassy and it was easy to see how much of an affect Emily was having on him too. As he took her hand and walked to the floor, I took the opportunity to really look at her splendid ass and the way it moved beneath that thin dress. I watched closely as Emily spoke to him while they danced. Then I saw him lean down to give her a soft kiss on the lips as his hands began to roam over something he had only dreamed about.

A pang of jealousy did, in fact, hit me, but the overpowering feeling I got was one of pride mixed with utter and complete passion. The party became our foreplay and it wasn't just Jordan and me getting hotter. Each dance I had with her was more passionate than the one before it.

When we could no longer tolerate the restraints placed on us by the party, we said our good byes and made our way back home. As we got in the door she turned to me and kissed me deeply while reaching down to squeeze my cock, right in front of Jordan. Then she turned from me and did the same thing with him in front of me. My heart was beating in my ears as I watched a new side of my wife born in that moment.

"Listen to me, both of you," she began. "This night belongs to all of us, but all the nights after this belong to me and Jerry." Then she slid off her shoes and began walking toward the stairs. We watched as she took off her pearls and dropped them along the way. She climbed the stairs slowly while reaching behind her and lowering the zipper on the back of her dress to where it stopped at the crack of her ass. We were mesmerized.

As she got to the top of the stairs, she let the dress fall off of her. She stood there like that as Jordan and I drank in her beauty before turning to face us. A look of confidence and desire had us moving toward her as she then turned and headed for the bedroom. We were both naked by the time we got there.

Emily was lying in the middle of our bed on her back with one knee raised and her hands behind her head. That vision was burned into my brain for all time.

We moved in beside her on each side. I began kissing her deeply as my left hand began exploring her body as if it were the first time. My hand bumped into Jordan's several times throughout as he luxuriated in touching Emily's body. She turned her head toward Jordan and began kissing him with the same passion she had shown toward me.

I moved down her body and began sucking on her nipple while my hand reached down to her pussy, slipping into what felt like a tube of warm honey. I turned toward them and saw them kissing with the same intensity as Jordan squeezed her breast before pinching lightly and pulling on her nipple.

As I began to finger fuck her she began moving her hips into my hand. I kept looking back at the two of them as my wife's hand came down to touch the back of my head. I saw her right hand move down and begin to stroke Jordan's cock as she pushed my head downward. She wanted my mouth between her legs and I did exactly that. As I started licking her labia, I pushed my nose into her clit and began moving my head. I slid two fingers into her pussy as she began to fuck my face.

While I was eating her, I glanced up and saw Jordan rubbing her left breast as he sucked on her right. Her right hand was erratically stroking his cock while her left increased the pressure on the back of my head. I saw her stomach muscles tighten and relax over and over as I began to eat her more earnestly. I could hear her breathing becoming more pronounced and rapid. As she began to cum that first time, she grabbed my head hard by the hair and pulled me into her pussy as hard as she could. Jordan began kissing her neck and running his hands through her hair as her orgasm began to shake her body. She gave a somewhat muted scream as the juices from her pussy ran onto my face and into my mouth.

"Oh, God! Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" Her eyes were closed as she just kept repeating, "Please fuck me!" She wasn't caring about who should fuck her.

I tapped Jordan on the elbow and gave him a "come here" sign. I wanted him to be the first to fuck her. I wanted to continue the high I was on, and I wanted to watch Jordan's cock go inside her.

As he began to raise up to move over her, I moved to her head and once again began kissing her deeply and rubbing and squeezing her tits. I turned my head toward Jordan as he hooked my wife's legs under her knees and pulled them up, opening her pussy. Without having to use his hand, he slid slowly into her pussy and didn't stop until he was completely inside her. As he slid in, my wife started sucking her breath in as her eyes flew open.

Jordan stayed buried in her pussy and just started moving his hips in a circle while Emily grabbed my head with both hands and began kissing me and trying to shove her tongue down my throat. I had never witnessed Emily in such an aroused state.

She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Put your cock in my mouth, baby! Just fuck my mouth!"

I straddled her head from the side and put my cock in her mouth as she began to suck me in the most erotic way. I watched her tits bounce up and down as Jordan picked up the speed and force with which he fucked her. She was beginning to cum again as Jordan and I fucked her on both ends.

I was getting close to cumming myself. We were all sweating profusely. I tried to hold out but the whole experience was more than I could handle. I heard Jordan making a****listic sounds as we both came in each end of Emily at the same time. She sucked the cum out of me and swallowed it for the very first time.

With great effort, I pulled out of Emily's mouth and lay down next to her with my head on her shoulder while Jordan stayed inside her and collapsed on her right side trying to recover.

We laid there speechless for about 10 minutes when I saw Emily reach down and tap Jordan on the shoulder. He pulled out of her and pulled himself up beside her. She kissed him sweetly before saying, "Goodnight, Jordan."

"Goodnight, beautiful," and he was gone. We heard the door close downstairs and knew that our marital home was once again, just ours.

I rose up on one elbow and looked down into the face of true love. Without warning, tears rolled down my cheeks as the feeling of bliss surrounded me. She wiped them away and said, "I know what you mean."

We made love twice more that night. Neither of us felt like discussing the evening. There would be time enough for that later. We fell asleep in each other's arms with a deeper love for each other and sated in every way. She would always tend to be shy, but not painfully so.

The morning after their threesome, Emily and Jerry woke up and rolled toward each other and just stared into each other's eyes for the longest time. So much was said during that silence. There was no remorse on either side. The love they shared had been augmented in a way that neither would have ever imagined. It had become a sharing, not a wife sharing.

Jerry had his desire to watch a cock sliding into his wife come to fruition. Emily had felt a love of one kind with Jordan and another from her husband. Circumstances and a fair amount of booze had nullified her shyness and allowed her to relish the amorous attention of two men.

"I could lie here all day, but I really have to piss."

Emily started laughing so hard, she almost wet the bed. "Oh, God! Me too, "she said as both jumped up and ran to separate bathrooms, unsure they could wait for the other one to finish.

Once back in the bedroom, the naked couple crawled back into bed. Jerry was hard immediately and Emily was very wet. Both saw each other through different eyes now and they touched each other in a slow and very intimate way. She stroked his cock slowly as his fingers entered her pussy. They weren't trying to get each other off. Instead, they both wanted to coordinate the body and mind with the conversation they were both looking forward to.

"I want you to know that you were amazing last night," Jerry began. "At first I was stunned at how far out of character you were until the realization hit me that you were never more in character." He continued finger fucking her with two fingers as his thumb found her clit.

She shuddered from the intensity of his message causing her to increase the pressure she applied to his cock. "Why do you say I was in character."

"Obviously, Jordan and I wanted this to happen, but it was you that decided to allow it and you controlled the entire thing. You seemed to exude confidence that had been dormant, seemingly replaced by shyness throughout your entire life." His fingers were penetrating her pussy slowly. They were on auto-pilot as they talked.

"I felt different last night. I had never succumbed to an outward expression of desire for me. It was very heady and very hot!"

"Did you enjoy it while Jordan fucked you?"

She looked him in the eyes and said, "Yes."

They could both feel their own body temperatures increasing as the discovery process continued.

"What did you like about it?"

"It was different from how you fuck me, and it felt different, too!

"What do you mean, different?"

"There was a certain intensity that he fucked me with that I find hard to explain." She started stroking him a little faster before adding, "And his cock was larger than yours. There was a fullness that felt good." She looked at the reaction his face registered and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes; very much so. I'm a little jealous, I guess, but turned on a lot more."

They started kissing each other's open mouth before continuing.

"Don't be jealous, even a little bit. I can't imagine life without you. You are, and always will be, the man of my dreams."

"Thank you, baby. You were so fucking hot last night."

"What did you like best about it?"

"I loved watching his cock sliding in and out of your juicy pussy."

She shivered again. "Why did you like that?"

"I was able to see what you looked like being fucked. I saw passion that I never seemed to see as clearly when I'm fucking you. I got incredibly excited watching."

Emily could sense the rise in his passion as he spoke and decided to take him to his happy place.

"So you really like watching Jordan's cock fucking you wife's pussy?"

She'd found his trigger. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with his cock.

"OH GOD, EMILY."

She enjoyed driving him crazy. She liked the power.

"I bet you'd like to see a cock splitting my pussy again, wouldn't you?" She was getting off on how easily she could excite her husband.

He could take no more as his cock exploded inside of her, saying, "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"

She pulled his head to hers and kissed him hard as the splashing of his cum inside her brought about her orgasm causing her to scream into his mouth.

Jerry's cock stayed hard and his body was on fire. "I'm not ready to quit fucking you yet."

"Then don't. So why are you still so hard?"

"Because of what you said."

"What did I say, baby?"

"Something about how I'd probably love to see a cock fucking my wife's pussy AGAIN!"

"Oh, that," she said, playing with him.

"Emily?"

"What?"

"Could something like this happen again?"

"Maybe."

His pelvis began grinding against hers when he heard this.

"With Jordan?"

"Maybe."

"Somebody else?"

"Maybe."

Now he started fucking her in earnest as her playing with him continued. He began rolling her nipple in his fingers as her hips were meeting his thrusts into her pussy.

"You're making me so fucking hot."

She had a devilish grin on her face as she said, "Somehow I get the feeling that the thought of another man's cock in my mouth or my hot juicy pussy turns you on!" He began fucking her harder. "You like to think of someone else seeing me naked or dressed to show, don't you?"

"Fuck yes! Oh, fuck yes!" He was nearing another orgasm as she kept stirring him on. She knew what he wanted, but what turned her on most was knowing that she could say yes or no to anything.

"I'll bet you've even fantasized about two cocks fucking me, haven't you?"

"Oh fuck, Emily!" He was fucking her like a man possessed. Her words were the greatest aphrodisiac he had ever experienced.

"I bet you're the kind of man who'd love to see his wife take two loads of cum on her face."

AAAAAAAAAAH!!! He penetrated his wife's pussy as deep as he could go and held it there as he splashed the inside of her pussy with such force, it actually shocked her. He literally fell on top of her, feeling semi-conscious, unable to open his eyes.

Emily looked at him and smiled. She'd wanted to do this for quite a while now, but her shyness trumped her deep-seated desires. It was the history her husband forgot to, or deliberately failed to erase. The first time she noticed it, she couldn't bring herself to look at its content. She came to regret that decision and vowed to herself that she would look the next time the opportunity presented itself. It did!

It was left there quite frequently as she came to find out. The first erotic article she read had her light headed. She found it hard to fathom the depths of human sexuality. Her naiveté and shyness had censored her from the real world. When she got through reading that first article, her heart rate had increased and an itch was forming between her legs. She wanted to masturbate but was even too self-conscious for that.

These feelings were so new to her that she couldn't read another one. She changed her mind about that the next day.

There seemed to be a common thread running through the stories. All of them involved erotica centered on the wife. There were stories about showing your wife to others, watching your wife fucking another man or men, having their wives picked up by a stranger, even some non-consensual. There weren't many in the last category, and those were based on mild bondage of the wife and having someone else fuck her.

There were a few times when a story really got to her and masturbation seemed the only way to keep her sanity. She began to imagine Jerry and her in some of the scenarios, then felt guilty about that, then would do it some more. Until last night happened, none of this was going to see the light of day.

She'd used what Jerry likes to drive him up the wall. It was an incredibly empowering feeling and it began to sow the seeds of growth. Emily felt as if she had just had an epiphany.

All of this came pouring out of her to Jerry as they lie there for hours, talking. Communicating! As a result, there were a wide range of fantasies to be discussed, if not enacted.

Emily began to feel much more pliable since last night. She was constantly battling her shy instincts, and ironically, it contributed to the heat of each moment. As a couple, they had shown themselves and each other that their relationship was solid.

"What stories turned you on the most?"

"I'll probably tell you, but not right now."

"When then?"

"Try me tonight," she said.

She was making love fun. She pranced around all day in the small bikini he got her, inside and outside. She was making the time drag even more when touching became forbidden. There was a more pronounced playfulness to her now and Jerry was hooked.

She was sure to get wet when she went outside and lay in the sun with her feet facing his office window, a floor to ceiling window. She was continually opening and closing her legs as she ran her hand under the front of her bottoms. After about ten minutes, she took her suit off entirely and began to push her fingers into that gorgeous cunt, in and out in a repeating action, causing a great deal of wetness.

At one point she pulled her two fingers out of her cunt and held them up for him to see as she stared right at him. They were completely covered in her self-made cunt cream. She then stuck those fingers in her mouth and began sucking. She brought them out clean as a whistle at the same time Jerry creamed his pants. He tried to avoid masturbating to have plenty for the night.

At seven p.m., Jerry walked into the living room and calmly announced, "It's bedtime."

Emily began to laugh out loud at that, but it worked. She couldn't bring herself to turn down such an eloquent invitation. They pulled the d****s in the bedroom because it was still light outside and brought liquid in a cooler. Nothing was going to interrupt this session. Closing the door, Jerry walked to the bed with his cock half hard and bouncing before him, crawled into bed next to his naked wife and kissed her deeply.

"What was the hottest story for you?" This was asked two seconds after the kiss had ended.

"Tad bit anxious are we?"

As he stuck his first two fingers into her saturated hole, he said, "Talk to me woman!"

"Okay, okay," she said giving in. "I don't have a clear cut favorite, but a few of them really made me hot."

"Well, just pick one and we'll discuss that."

"Okay, one was a story about a husband that took his wife to a hotel. The man had gotten a man with a big cock to wait for her in a room her husband had the room pass for. She was to go up and fuck him and he was going to record it on the husband's view cam.

When she was through she was to call her husband to come up. She wasn't to clean up until after he saw what her well fucked body looked like, cum and all."

Jerry was hard as a rock. They began stroking each other and kissing hard.

Separated and breathing heavy, Jerry asked "Are we going to do something like that?"

"Maybe."

The idea of being sent up to fuck a man with a large cock excited Emily and Jerry. Emily was going to let Jerry do the leg work and Emily had exclusive say at any time to stop everything. Jerry would have a key to the room and might appear at any time. Both had to feel good about things or cancel out.

With Emily's permission, Jerry put a nude picture of her, face covered, in an ad. It read as follows:

My wife is in search of a gentleman with a large cock to fuck her as long as they both agree. He must be clean, well read, somewhere between 35 and 50 yrs. Please send pics of face and cock. She will give me potential partners and I will vet them.

Emily got very wet when she saw the ad had been published and demanded that Jerry fuck her immediately. He absolutely loved her transformation. She was still quite shy, but as she learned, it contributed to the ecstasy as she got into the moment. There was going to be a certain amount of embarrassment for her. She understood that going in. Jerry was going to find someone that was cognizant of that and would be sensitive to any and all concerns she might express.

The picture of Emily in the ad helped to generate 50 emails a day. They both loved looking at them before Emily would give her selections to her husband. Over the next few weeks they started whittling down the earlier selections, and by the time they felt they were ready, there were 3 different guys that Jerry had to set up interviews with.

Each was told that there were three people in the mix and that even if they weren't selected now, it didn't mean that they might not be called in the near future.

The first guy, Rick, was well groomed and over 6 feet tall. He had gray hair with an engaging smile and manner to him. He seemed perfect for Emily, but he was going to meet them all. As it turned out, Rick's interview won his overwhelming endorsement and Emily agreed.

Jerry called him right away and set up a second meet to square away the dos and don'ts. Jerry told him he'd pay for the room and have a pass key to get himself in and that he might come in at any time. He also told him that he probably wouldn't.

"So tell me more about her."

"As I told you before, she's very shy, but once she gets comfortable she'll fuck you into next week."

"Does she like anal or swallowing?"

The conversation was turning Jerry on as he sat there discussing his wife's sexual preferences. Rick seemed to be hanging on every word which inspired Jerry to lay bare all of Emily's past, how she liked her nipples played with, how she loved the full feeling of a big cock, the ease at which she could be molded, talked into almost anything.

"That's why I look out for her. What's happening with us was not even considered possible a few weeks ago. This is a first step for us, so if all goes well, chances are we'll see you again. She's interested in two men at once too, I think. I'm not going to say anything about the set up except to say it's a big surprise. You'll have to seduce her to keep her from getting cold feet. She knows to call me if she decides to call it off."

"I thank you again, Jerry, for the honor of sharing Emily with me and I'll do my best to make the night memorable for both of you."

The men shook hands and had each others cell number in case a typhoon hit either house. It was set to take place 2 weeks from that night.

Since the whole affair began Jerry and Emily fucked every night at least once, and often, more. They talked dirty to each other about the upcoming event.

"What if he wants to fuck your wife up the ass? What if he wants to lean me against the window and fuck me from behind? Should I be another man's slut? Should I let him cum in my mouth or on my face? Do you want to see cum on my face, baby?"

She egged him on getting great pleasure from being able to turn him on so completely. The more she talked, the faster he fucked her until he stiffened up and collapsed from exhaustion. His desire heated hers directly, and his constant praise made her feel more confident.

As the big night approached they quit fucking each other. He was going to want her several times immediately following her tryst and he wanted her as horny as possible to help ensure her desire to have this happen. He was more than ready, but there was some trepidation on her behalf. She was scared as they entered the hotel bar that night, but she was on fire knowing that the man was sexy and had a very impressive looking cock. The fact that her husband wanted this to happen took away a great deal of her initial skepticism.

As they started consuming alcohol, they began talking more about what was to take place.

"What's going to happen to me up there?"

"Nothing that you don't want to happen. If at any time you feel uncomfortable leave the room and call me. I can tell you this; it's going to be a big surprise for you and I think you're going to love it."

Earlier in the day, Jerry had placed a small fish-eyed camera pointing mostly toward the bed. He was going to record the entire night, but he didn't have time to set up a way for him to watch in real time. He didn't tell Emily about it as he wanted her to feel free to be herself and he would get to see her later on film in an unabashed version.

Jerry received a call from Rick at eight o'clock, right on time.

"I'll meet you in the lobby," he told Rick.

Turning to Emily he said, "Wait right here, baby. I'm going up to let him into the room and then I'll be right back down."

"I'm so nervous and excited!" she said with a wild look in her eye, helped in part by the drinks they'd had over the last hour. "You're sure you want this?"

"Probably more than you do!" he chuckled. He kissed her and said, "I'll be back shortly."

She couldn't believe this was happening. Their lives had changed so dramatically since their threesome. She began to allow herself time to consider what this guy's big cock was going to feel like. It looked to be larger than Jordan's but she didn't fear that part. She had accommodated him without any pain. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation of the coming hours.

Jerry came back after 15 minutes to find Emily being talked to by three well-dressed black men and she looked to be blushing. He actually saw this as a good sign knowing that her juices were going to be running overtime. They were looking her over, fairly certain that she was wearing nothing beneath the skin-tight black dress, the same one she'd worn at the party. He hung back a bit watching these men lust over her. His cock was becoming very hard.

He watched for about five minutes before finally walking over to her.

"Hey, baby."

"Jerry, this is Matt, Kevin and, I'm sorry, I don't remember your name.

"No problem. Hello Jerry," he said extending his hand like the two before him. "I'm Darryl."

"Pleased to meet you all. I hate to be a kill joy, but my wife and I have plans so we'll have to be going."

"That is a shame," Matt said. "Your wife is a sweet gal and beyond beautiful. I hope you know you're a lucky man."

"I'm reminded of that every day," Jerry said with pride as they both then made their way toward the elevator, the three men's eyes watching Emily's every move.

"Wow, it didn't take long for the wolves to move in, did it?"

"I know," she said. "They were surrounding me before I even knew it. Do you think they wanted to fuck your wife?" She was slipping into her role for him and loved his lust filled eyes.

"I know for a fact they wanted to fuck that delicious pussy of yours, just like Rick's going to do." They kissed passionately until the elevator door opened. "Room 815, baby. Have a great time and I'll see you in a few hours ready to continue our night together."

"I love you, Jerry."

"I love you too, sweetheart."They shared a short peck on the lips as the door began to close.

Jerry decided to avoid any explanations to the three guys that Emily had been talking to. He left the hotel and walked across the street to a pub with a view of the hotel bar. He watched them drinking and high-fiving for the next hour until they finally headed for the elevators after one of them had received a call on his cell. He then walked back over to the bar and began his wait there for the next couple of hours for Emily's call.

Emily got off at the eighth floor and walked toward room 815. She stopped just short of it, reached into her hand bag and pulled out three bar napkins. Looking up and down the hall, she put the napkins between her legs to wipe off her inner thigh as her pussy began to run. Returning them to her bag, she approached the front of the door and knocked lightly.

He must have been just inside the door as it opened almost immediately, startling her. "Hi, Emily. Please come in."

"Thank you," she said as the door closed behind her.

"My God, your pictures don't do you justice. You are breath-takingly beautiful."

"She began to blush and her pussy started its oozing down her leg again. " Thank you."

"Please, come in and sit with me. Your husband left us a bottle of bubbly. Could I get you a glass?"

"Yes, please, I'd like one."

They sat on the sofa together, but not too close at first. They turned toward each other and began to unwind. His eyes kept scanning her. It both excited and embarrassed her.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"Doesn't it show?"

He gave an easy laugh. "Yes, I guess it does. Well, if it's any consolation, so am I. But I also have to admit that your beauty is helping to chase that away. I feel both lucky and honored to be able to share time with you."

Rick was saying all the right things if you asked her pussy. It was running non-stop and caused her to move about involuntarily. She downed her drink quickly and he was quick to give her a refill.

"This is our first time doing this," she told him.

"That's what your husband said." He looked at her for a bit before asking. "Would you mind kissing me very much? It might go a long way toward calming us down."

She looked at him meekly and said, "Okay."

He moved closer to her before slowly moving his mouth onto hers and kissing her softly. She was starting to relax and began returning the kiss. He gently put his hand to the side of her neck and face as the kiss became more passionate. His tongue began to caress her lips before entering her mouth completely. They finally broke the kiss but their faces remained close.

Looking into her eyes he said, "You are a great kisser, Emily!"

"Mmm," she moaned, "so are you."

He began kissing her again as it lasted much longer. Emily was beginning to heat up. She felt his hand slowly drop from her neck until it was softly caressing and cupping her tits, their mouths never parting. She put one arm around his neck and was breathing heavily through her nose as the kiss and touching became more urgent. He broke the kiss and began talking to her.

"Your husband tells me you're very shy." He started kissing her again before she could answer.

On the next break she said, "Uh huh."

"It excites you, doesn't it?" as he again kissed her between questions.

"Yes," she hissed. His hands continued rubbing her tits and lightly pinching her nipples through her dress. She was on fire.

"Do you want to be my slut tonight, Emily?"

She answered by kissing him more aggressively. She was flushed and more turned on that at any time in her life. She desired to be everything to this man she'd met literally moments before.

Rick broke off the kiss and said, "Emily, I want you to stand up and remove your dress. It's the hardest thing for a normally shy person to do."

She was scared, but this feeling of wanting to be all things to him compelled her to a standing position. She reached behind her and began pulling down the zipper, never breaking eye contact until her dress fell in a puddle around her feet. The redness began in her chest and continued to her face as she stood there, completely naked, in front of this clothed stranger.

"Turn slowly for me, cunt."

Hearing this new word made her swoon as her pussy was running down both legs. She turned ever so slowly as he checked her out calmly from the couch. When she was again facing him he said, "Walk over to the cart and fix yourself another drink, and then come back to me." She did as she was told. She was highly embarrassed but her desire trumped all.

As she stood next to him he said, "Here, let me sweeten that drink for you," as a clear drop of liquid was released from the eye-dropper he held over her glass.

"Drink your drink, cunt."

A part of her didn't want to, but her arm raised the glass and she drank it.

"Now go over to the d****s and open them wide and remain standing in front of the window."

She knew she couldn't do that as her body continued to be defiant and obeyed him, opening the d****s and standing there, stark naked, looking out at the city lights and the people below.

Rick began setting up the camera and tripod he'd stashed behind the ice machine on the second floor. He'd gone to retrieve it as soon as Jerry left leaving the door blocked open. He beat Emily back easily.Once it was set up and running, he turned to Emily, still standing at the window as he had told her to do.

"Come lay on the bed, cunt. Now spread your legs for me."

Tears were running down the side of her face as her body begged to be touched.

"Your pussy is glistening in the light, cunt."

"I know," she said desperately, "I need to be fucked so badly! Please fuck me Rick!"

"Oh, I'm going to cunt, you can count on that!" He then picked up his cell phone. "Room 815."

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Jerry asked the bartender about closing time and was told two a.m. He was beside himself. He was burning with jealousy and lust. It was a tug-of-war going on inside him as he again looked at his watch. Four and a half hours had gone by since he'd sent her up in the elevator and he'd figured it would be three hours at the most. He found he couldn't wait any longer as he headed to the elevator.

Arriving at the room, first he listened. Hearing nothing, he slid in the key card and quietly opened the door. He saw her dress on the floor and a dim light coming from the bedroom. He wasn't prepared for what met his eyes.

Emily was lying in the middle of the bed, fucking herself with a big fleshy dildo and covered from face to crotch in thick heavy cum. There was no sign of Rick. She opened her left eye and saw her husband.

"Oh God, Jerry, come fuck me! I need you! Please!

Jerry continued to take in the sight; Emily covered in bite marks, hickies and cum. "My God, Emily! What happened to you, baby?"

"I was a slut for them, just like we wanted. You need to fuck me now!"

Jerry was still rooted to the same spot on the floor. "Them?"

"Time to fuck me now. I'll tell you about it later, but you need to fuck me now!" as she kept on jamming the dildo into her cunt.

To his surprise, his cock had never been harder as he abandoned himself to the desires of his wife, undressed and crawled on top of her cum-soaked body. His confusion and shock kept him from cumming right away as he slipped his cock into her impossibly stretched and lubricated cunt. As he fucked her, his eyes saw the cum matting the hair to her face and the puddle of cum in her right eye, causing it to remain shut.

"Do you want to fuck your slut wife in the ass like they did?"

"Like who did, baby?"

"I'll tell you later. Right now you need to fuck me and bite my nipples. I can't seem to get enough. Hey, why don't you call Jordan and see if he wants some more of your wife's hot pussy. Maybe that k**, Brandon, might want some of this ass."

She was well over the edge and her foul rantings caused his cock to shoot one more load of cum into her overflowing cunt.

As the dumping of his cum into Emily subsided, he pulled out of her and watched as she replaced his cock with the one she'd been fucking herself with when he arrived. The room smelled heavily of cum, pussy and sweat. His mind couldn't comprehend what went on here, but Emily wasn't acting like this because of a transformation.

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