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

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

... I would have imagined, and I hoped it would be worth it. I had a raging hard-on most of the time, thinking of Emily, the promise of her. I purposely kept out of the way when Greg arrived home at six. This was uncharted territory for me, and I thought it was best to let Emily indicate how she wanted this to go down, without complicating matters by talking to Greg, whose role I still didn’t quite understand. He could, of course, have come and had a word with me, and the fact that he didn’t spoke more than any words he could have uttered. At eight I heard the sound of Emily’s car. I readied myself, thinking to give her ten minutes or so before looking her up. Instead there was a knock at my door, and there she was, in the clothes she’d been wearing all day; black nylons, black pencil skirt, white blouse, a jacket with shoulder pads to match her status. “Come in,” I called out. She looked around the room briefly, before turning to me. “You understand that you must never utter a word to any living soul about what goes on in this house,” she said. Again, I was impressed with her, getting to the point like that. I was intensely aroused by her proximity, as I had been by thoughts of her all day. “Of course,” I said. I meant it. There was nothing to be gained from going around blabbing about things. “I don’t know how much you know,” Emily went on, “but you obviously have some idea of how Greg and I function.” I gave a little smile. “Unconventional is good,” I said. Emily looked at ...

... me as if appraising me, then nodded, coming within a whisker of a smile. “Good,” she said. She moved further into the room, and I took the opportunity to focus on her arse, thinking how I’d love to lift her skirt and get a feel of her thighs. She turned, catching me by surprise and catching the way I was looking at her. Her eyes lit up just enough to tell me she was very much in the mood to follow through. “Here’s the deal,” she said. “Whatever else happens, Greg’s all mine. You do not, ever, under any circumstances say anything to humiliate him. If he happens to be present when something happens, you just pretend like he isn’t there. Do you understand?” I didn’t quite, but it seemed easy enough to abide by this. “Whatever you say,” I said. Emily nodded again, seeming pleased by my response, or perhaps my way of saying it. “As far as I’m concerned, as long as everything is kept within the house and garden, I’m game for anything at any time. And any time I’m in the mood for something, I expect you to be ready and willing. Do you understand?” I nodded. I sort of understood, but I hardly dared imagine that Emily was saying what I thought she was. “So when one or other of us wants to initiate something, it’s alright if Greg’s there, as long as I pretend he isn’t?” I said. “I’m glad we understand each other,” Emily said. There was a brief pause as I once again raked Emily over with my eyes, enjoying the sudden realisation that she’d just let me know I could have her as much as I ...