Emma's Awakening Pt. 01

Emma and Max were a married couple living in medium-sized town on the coast. Emma was 38 and Max was about to turn 40. They had been married since their early 20's after meeting via a mutual friend. Emma had been a veterinary nurse since leaving school. They had worked hard during their twenties and thirties, and now that they were financially stable Emma had cut her work hours and was on call on a casual basis. Max worked for an electricity distribution company as a linesman. He was the foreman of a crew of four men.

Emma and Max owned an airy house, well suited to the warm and sometimes humid coastal climate. It had a large garden which Emma had nurtured since moving in.

The couple was childless by choice. Initially they had put off having kids until they owned their house. Then having children simply seemed to not be a priority. Their sex life was healthy if unadventurous. Both were physically fit and Emma was attractive. She still noticed admiring glances from men, including Max's workmates. Now that most of her days were spent at home by herself, she sometimes indulged in daytime sexual fantasies. She masturbated quite often, and was open about this with Max. They had even chosen a vibrator together and ordered it online. It was a rabbit type with a remote control and she was very satisfied with it. Max liked to watch her masturbating and she was happy to oblige him. He would often stroke himself while watching her. She found it very arousing that she could turn her husband on like that.

Lately she had found her libido to have strengthened. She thought about sex much more often and had imagined herself having sex with other men when masturbating. She told Max about this, about how it made her orgasms stronger. He found her much more aroused than usual when she talked like this. It felt like their sex had moved up a level.

Max called her at 5pm on Friday afternoon. He said that his work crew were having a few beers after work and asked if she would like to join them at the pub. She had been working in the garden and could use a nice cold drink, so she said yes, but she'd need to shower and change first. He said "Don't worry about it, we're all in our dirty work clothes". She said "Okay, see you soon". She went inside and got her car keys, put some sandals on and drove to the pub, still wearing her floral cotton shirt and white shorts.

When she arrived at the pub Max stood up, kissed her and asked what she'd like to drink. She said "The usual of course". This meant a chilled sparkling white wine. While he went to the bar, she said hello to the other men and sat down next to Kyle, at 23 the youngest crew member. He was quite handsome and muscular, and was very friendly. Max returned with her drink and sat down. She had to slide along the bench seat to give him space. This brought her leg into contact with Kyle's. She instinctively pulled her leg away, then relaxed and it settled back against Kyle's. She drank her wine quickly, it being quite warm and she had not had much water during the day. Consequently the alcohol went to her head. She joined in on the banter and was really enjoying the company of the men. She noticed that they were paying her a lot of attention and she was soaking it up.

After she emptied her glass, Kyle said "I'm going to the bar. Let me get you another?" She replied with a smile "Yes, that would be lovely thanks Kyle". He returned with her wine and a beer for himself. He handed Emma's drink to her and resumed his seat. As he sat down his hand brushed her thigh and his leg landed firmly against hers. This time she didn't flinch. It didn't feel like an accident. She said "Cheers" and she clinked her glass against his. She spread her legs slightly to increase the pressure against Kyle. He noticed.

As Emma drained her second glass of wine they decided to go to the bar to order meals. Kyle offered to buy Emma another drink, to which she said cheekily "Are you trying to get me drunk?". He smiled back at her. She said "It's my turn" and ordered a beer each for Max and Kyle and a large wine for herself. As they shuffled onto the bench seat back at their table, she ensured that she was sitting firmly against Kyle, although no-one else at the table could see it. He again brushed his hand on her thigh, then let it linger there for a few seconds. Sensing that his gestures were not unwelcome, he caressed her thigh. She was excited by his touch.

Their meals arrived and Kyle broke contact with Emma as they ate. Afterwards they continued chatting, Kyle's fingers now stroking her thigh. Emma's brain was buzzing now, both with the frisson of contact with the younger man, and with the alcohol. She let her hand drift onto his beneath the table.

When it came time to leave she told Kyle that she'd enjoyed his company, and he returned the compliment. Max and Emma took a taxi home, neither capable of driving safely. After arriving, they both had showers and went to bed. Emma slept naked in the warmer months. When Max emerged from the shower he found her on their bed toying with her nipples. He said "Did you realise that you didn't have a bra on tonight?". She said "Oh, I was in such a rush to get to the pub that I just wore what I had on. I didn't even think about not having a bra on". He said that it was quite noticeable through the thin cotton of her shirt and from the look his workmates were giving her, it wasn't unwanted. She said that she was glad to make their night more interesting. She rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, then moistened her fingers with her own saliva. She continued to rub her nipples while Max watched. Then she said to Max "I want to try something different tonight. Do you want to video me while I touch myself?". She didn't need to ask twice. Max grabbed his phone and turned the camera on. There was just enough light coming through the open window on this balmy night. He aimed the camera at her face and began recording. The image was a little grainy given the marginal light but it was clearly Emma's face. She reached for his arm to point the camera at her chest. She massaged her boobs and teased her nipples. Again she spread saliva over them. Her breathing had become deep and audible.

One hand moved across her stomach to the top of her mound. Her fingers traveled to her thighs and then upwards. Max followed with his camera. She ran her fingertips along her slit, back and forth, each time dipping her fingertips a little further into herself. Max was transfixed. She reached down with her other hand and spread her outer labia wide. Then she pushed a finger deep into herself. She squirmed and moaned as she did so. She pushed a second finger in. She then pulled them out before plunging them back in. She began a steady rhythm, her hips gyrating slightly. She was imagining Kyle's fingers working into her. She had thought way beyond his fingers caressing her thigh. She let one hand travel upwards to her clit and circled it with her well-lubricated fingertips, teasing herself. She barely touched her clit, pleasure going through her body like electricity. Her back arched as she sucked a breath in. She touched it again, over and over. In her mind it was Kyle's fingers working her towards her climax. Her pace quickened, her breathing became faster and shallower. Max, seeing that his wife was close to coming, fixed the camera on her face. Her head was thrown backwards, her eyes closed and her mouth open. She was on the edge. She gave a final moan as her hips bucked and she whispered "Ohhh Kyle". Max heard it clearly. He was initially surprised but then he remembered that she told him about sometimes thinking about other men when she masturbated. But this was the first time that she had named one of them. He wasn't jealous, Emma had been honest and open with him and he enjoyed her sharing her fantasies with him.

Emma collapsed limp onto the bed. She was spent and fell asleep. Max, fully aroused by his wife's display of self-love, stroked himself to orgasm.