Emma and Greg Ch. 03

This is the third chapter of the story of Emma's journey into her dark, wild side.

Many thanks to XTigress for her edits and suggestions.

Chapter 3 - Claiming her back

Emma let herself into the house and went into the living room. Greg jumped out of his chair when he saw her. "What happened to you?" he asked, looking alarmed.

"I made a deal," Emma responded feebly. Greg stared at her blankly. "What do you mean? What kind of deal did you make?"

"Could you please take me in your arms?" Emma begged him. Greg hesitated, but then held her in his arms. "Are you okay?" Greg asked. "Yes," Emma responded.

She kissed him, but he immediately broke the kiss. "You taste of cum," he said, disgusted. "Can you please tell me what happened to you?" Greg asked.

"I did what was needed to save the company and my job," she said defiantly.

"And what exactly was needed to save the company and your job? Giving someone a blowjob?" Greg asked with acid in his voice.

"It was actually more than one," Emma replied softly. He looked shocked and was speechless. An awkward silence filled the room.

Even though they stood only a few feet apart, Emma felt as if they stared at each other across a 1,000-feet-deep gorge.

Emma did not know how she expected Greg to react to her revelations. But she felt awful. She loved Greg so much, and she sensed that he was deeply hurt.

"Please say something," she begged.

"Tell me what happened," he whispered.

Emma took a deep breath. "Peter McOwen happened." "Who is Peter McOwen?" asked Greg calmly. "He is the sleazy bastard that is our contact for ARGON, which is the large customer I wanted to secure," she said angrily.

"And what did this sleazy bastard do?" asked Greg, still outwardly calm.

"He said that he had decided not to buy our software, and then he threatened Pam," Emma explained. "And you acted as the heroine and saved your colleague?" Greg asked sarcastically.

"Yes, I tried to protect her," she said defiantly. "Peter said that the only way to get a deal with his company was to go with him and his friends. I was desperate. My boss had also threatened me with the fact that the company was at stake and that I would lose my job if I did not make the deal with ARGON."

"Therefore, I agreed to go with him and his friends." "How many friends?" asked Greg. "Three," she replied.

"What did they do to you?" asked Greg. Emma blushed as she thought about all the things that they did to her. She wondered how much she should tell Greg. Finally, she decided that she owed Greg the truth.

"They blindfolded me, forced me to give them blowjobs, and then they fucked me." "All, one after the other?" Greg inquired. Emma blushed even more when she remembered having the cocks of three strangers buried deep in all her holes. "First, yes, but in the end, three at the same time."

Greg looked shocked at Emma. "Three at the same time? Did they hurt you?" "No, it was okay," she replied.

"It was okay?" Greg asked, surprised. "Did you like it?"

She felt that she blushed again. Did she like it? Thinking about the evening and how sexy she felt, and how aroused she was, the honest answer was yes.

"Yes," Emma said softly.

The slap hit her out of the blue. Tears shot into her eyes. She looked shocked at Greg. He had never hit her before. He had slapped her on the ass when they had sex, but he had never hit her face.

Greg was standing in front of her, his face distorted with anger. "You are such a slut!" he shouted at her. "You come home looking defiled and telling me that you liked being fucked by three strangers at the same time."

Greg had never felt so angry as he felt in that moment. He was angry with himself because he could not protect his wife from these strangers. He was angry with the men who had fucked her. And he was angry with his wife because she enjoyed being roughly fucked by these strangers.

"You are my wife," he shouted and embraced her tightly. He pressed his lips to Emma's and kissed her. She moaned slightly as her lips were very sensitive from the earlier face fucking.

Greg ignored the taste of cum on Emma's breath and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Emma kissed him back.

Greg opened Emma's jacket and pulled her blouse. When her blouse fell open, he broke the kiss and looked surprised at her torn blouse and realized that she was not wearing a bra.

"Where is your bra?" he inquired. "They kept it," she replied softly.

For some reason, this increased Greg's anger, and he pushed the blouse over her shoulders. He grabbed for the waistband of her skirt, opened the button and the zipper, and let the skirt slide down her legs. Emma did not move and let him do it.

Greg's eyes went wide when he saw that Emma's pussy was shaved. "What the fuck! When did you shave your pussy? You always said that you did not like your pussy being shaved."

Emma blushed again. She felt weirdly exposed standing before Greg, only in her stained stockings and heels. "They did it," she said softly. She was somehow intimidated by Greg after he slapped her.

He reached out with his hand and touched her sensitive mound, which sent a shiver down her body.

Greg clutched her crotch ferociously, which made Emma make a startled noise. He looked at her with narrow eyes, "Your pussy belongs to me."

Greg pushed his middle finger into her fold and felt that it was still slippery, which made him angrier. He tore her cum-stained stockings and pulled them off her legs.

He grabbed her arm and turned her towards the sofa in the middle of the room. He bent her forward and spread her legs. His eyes went wide again when he saw that Emma had also been fucked in her ass.

"They also fucked you in your ass?" he growled. "Yes," she replied. "And I assume you also liked that?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "No denial necessary," she thought.

Greg quickly opened his pants and pulled them down, as well as his trunks. His hard cock sprang out. He grabbed Emma's hips and pressed his cock against her pussy and pushed hard into her.

Emma gasped. Greg's cock felt good even though her pussy was sore after all the fucking earlier. She had to admit that telling Greg about what had happened earlier with the strangers in the hotel room had aroused her again.

Greg was boiling with anger. "Your pussy is mine," he growled and pounded into her pussy. "Yes, I am yours," Emma said between moans.

Instead of calming him, her response enraged Greg. "Why did you let them fuck you then? And why did you enjoy it?"

These were good questions, but it was challenging for Emma to think clearly while being fucked hard by Greg. It got even more difficult when he squeezed her right tit and pinched her hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, which sent a jolt of pain through her body and into her pussy. She felt an orgasm building up inside her.

"Oh fuck, yes please fuck me," Emma moaned.

Greg stopped fucking her. Emma turned her head in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"You are such a needy slut!" Greg growled. "Your pussy is mine," he repeated. "And your ass is mine as well."

"Yes, I am all yours," Emma assured him. "And I need you to fuck me now."

Greg grabbed her hips again and pressed the tip of his cock against Emma's asshole. He pushed his cock slowly into her ass. When his cock was halfway in her ass, he pulled it out a bit and pushed it back in. He got into a rhythm and started to pound into Emma's ass.

"You are my wife, your pussy is mine, your ass is mine," Greg groaned while he continued to fuck Emma's ass.

"Yes, yes, oh please fuck me," Emma moaned. She rubbed her clit. She was close to cumming.

Greg stopped fucking her ass. Emma turned her head. "Greg, don't stop, please fuck me," she begged.

He pulled out his cock and turned her around. He pushed her down onto the floor. "I want to look into your eyes," he said. He lowered himself onto her and pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy. He straightened up and rammed his cock into her pussy. "Oh fuck, I am cumming," Emma cried out. "Look at me!" Greg groaned and exploded in her.

Greg slumped on her, gasping for air.

"I love you," Emma whispered, also gasping for air.

When Greg had caught his breath, he got up and said to Emma, "You should take a shower." "Will you join me?" she asked. "No, but I will wait in our bed for you," he replied and left for their bedroom.