How I Acquired My Taste For Fucking Other Men's Wives - Sex Stories

How I Acquired My Taste For Fucking Other Men's Wives

... having cock shoved up all her holes, and gasping, “Cum all over me!” at regular intervals. That completely changed my attitude to Emily. Any woman who could so shamelessly demonstrate that degree of abandon was very definitely my kind of woman. I tried very hard not to let my changed attitude to both Greg and Emily show. The days passed, and while I interacted with them in the usual ways, I couldn’t help but check Emily out on the sly whenever the opportunity presented itself. Sometimes she had important people over, and as they discussed important things, I’d be looking at Emily’s lips, legs, tits, arse, and wondering what these people would say if they knew. More importantly, I was trying to work out how I could enjoy Emily myself. It was obvious that Greg got off on his wife fucking other men, but I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about their 20 year-old lodger doing so. On the other hand, from what I’d seen, if Emily decided she wanted to, he’d acquiesce meekly enough. The trouble was that Emily never gave the slightest indication that she was interested in me. It was a challenge. A challenge in the way other females, girls my own age, weren’t. They’d feign resistance, but really they were just as keen for a bit of fun as I was. And none of them were remotely as dirty as Emily was on that tape. I lost interest in every bit of skirt but Emily. And then opportunity struck. I was in the kitchen one Wednesday morning fixing breakfast when Emily appeared. We said our good mornings, ...

... and then Emily began going on about how Hodges was ill, and how there were things in the garden that needed doing. As far as I could see, there was nothing wrong with the garden that couldn’t wait a couple of days, but I understood instinctively that this was my chance. I looked Emily over, for the first time making sure she saw me doing it. Then I said, “If there’s anything that needs seeing to, I could always fill in for Hodges.” I liked it that Emily was so cool. She didn’t ask how I knew or how much I knew, even though she plainly got my drift. As cool as a cucumber she replied, “I don’t see why not. Let me check with Greg first.” That was interesting. Evidently I hadn’t quite understood the dynamic. Greg clearly wasn’t entirely the pussy-whipped wimp I’d had him pegged as. I waited nervously for Emily to return, which she did after about ten minutes. “Very well,” she said. “The flower borders need attention. Check for weeds and give them a good dowsing.” Like I was a servant or something. But then she gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine as the tip of her tongue moved slowly across her lips. “Don’t worry; the customary perks apply.” It wasn’t very subtle, but Emily’s tone of voice didn’t exactly drip with seductive intent either. I was no gardener, and I still can’t tell a weed from a herb. Hodges, though, kept the borders so neat there could be little doubt what little shoots didn’t belong. I pulled them up and put the hose on the borders. It took longer than ...