Emma's Awakening Pt. 04

During the following week they talked about whether their marriage could accommodate Emma taking a lover. Specifically, a younger lover. Specifically Kyle. They thought that their marriage was strong enough if they were completely honest with each other. Max said that he wanted to be present if Emma was to explore her sexuality outside their marriage. Emma agreed to this. She was turned on by the idea of being watched having sex.

Max said that next time they caught up with his crew for drinks, he would make sure that she was invited. He also said that he would respect her wish to set her own sexual boundaries. Emma agreed that Max could video any sexual activity she engaged in with others.

As Friday night approached, Max asked Emma if she would like to join his work crew at the pub.

"Yes!," she answered with maybe a little too much enthusiasm.

On Friday afternoon, she got ready early. She chose a white tee-shirt, braless, the material just thin enough to show the outline of her areolae. She paired it with a light floral cotton skirt. She had purchased a sheer G-string for the occasion and trimmed her pubic hair to a central strip. She admired herself in the mirror, she felt very sexy in this outfit.

At 4.30pm she slipped her sandals on and called a taxi. When she arrived at the pub Max and his work crew were already there, and had been for some time by the look of the empty glasses stacked on the table. She greeted the men and Max explained that they'd completed a job ahead of time and they'd been rewarded with an early finish time. They'd been at the pub an hour already. Max asked what Emma wanted to drink.

"The usual", she said, "Make it a large one please."

Max stood up and Emma slid along the bench seat to sit next to Kyle. Max returned with Emma's wine and sat on her other side.

She lifted her glass and said, "Here's to a good night," and clinked glasses with Max and Kyle and their two workmates.

As they made small talk, Emma slipped her hand onto Kyle's leg. He responded by reaching under the table to squeeze her hand. She moved his hand to her thigh. He was surprised to find bare skin. Wanting his touch on her skin, she had already pulled the hem of her skirt up. His fingers moved to the edge of her skimpy underwear. As they were chatting Kyle mentioned that he enjoyed the video that Emma had recommended. Emma blushed. He said that he particularly liked the ending and thought the acting was convincing.

He nudged his finger under the edge of the fabric and followed it with another finger, then his whole hand. He cupped her mound, sensing that there was less hair than previously. She spread her thighs to encourage him. His hand travelled lower until his fingers found the cleft of her lips. He teased them apart before slowly dipping his middle finger between them. Her back stiffened and she breathed in sharply. Max noticed. Kyle wormed his finger into her to its full length. His fingertip massaged her, seemingly finding a very sensitive spot. He felt her squirm in her seat. She was biting her lower lip. They stayed like this until Emma had drained her glass, at which point Kyle asked if she'd like another. She nodded yes. He left the table. Emma excused herself to go to the bathroom. They were gone a little too long Max thought. He said that he was going to the bar and went looking for his wife. She wasn't at the bar or in any of the other rooms, so he walked out the side door that led to the alley along the side of the pub. There he saw Emma and Kyle kissing passionately, Kyle's hand under her top and her groin pushed against his thigh. He watched them for a moment before clearing his throat. They looked around in shock.

He approached them saying, "Come back to the table. There'll be plenty of time for that later."

Emma had already told Kyle that Max had given tacit approval for them to get to know each other. They followed Max inside, bought their drinks and returned to the table. The sun had set and the night was cooling off. Emma's nipples were now making little hills under her tee-shirt, clear to anyone who looked.

They decided to eat at the pub and ordered their meals. While they were waiting Max slipped his hand onto his wife's leg. His fingers found her partly shaved hair and her wetness. He played with her clit until the meals arrived.

After dinner they had one more drink before Max suggested that they call it a night. He offered to share a taxi with Kyle, who agreed enthusiastically. Max sat in the front of the taxi as it drove to their house. He turned to see Emma and Kyle making out in the back seat. When they arrived Max paid the driver and opened the front door. Emma and Kyle followed, hand in hand. It was dark. Max turned on a corner lamp to give muted lighting. He also opened windows to let the cool breeze in. Max asked if they would like some water and they both said yes. He went to the kitchen and when he returned the amorous couple were sitting on the sofa, once again kissing passionately. Kyle's hand was fondling Emma's breasts through her shirt. Max set the glasses of water down on the coffee table next to them and took a seat in a lounge chair opposite.

Emma felt like she was 18 again, her tits being felt up by a young man. It was exhilarating. She broke the kiss to pull her tee-shirt off. Kyle took a breast in each hand, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. He bowed his head to suck one nipple, then the other. Emma made eye contact with Max, then closed her eyes as Kyle's suckling continued. Max took his phone out and began filming the couple. Kyle placed a hand on Emma's knee. It travelled up her thigh before disappearing under her skirt. His hand slipped under her buttocks. Finding the thong of her G-string, he followed the string forward, to the small triangle barely covering her sex. It was saturated. He hooked his finger under it and pulled. Emma helped by standing while he removed her G-string. Then she pulled her skirt down, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before Kyle and her husband completely naked.

She unbuttoned Kyle's shirt. Her hands caressed his muscular shoulders and chest. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Her hand reached into his trousers, feeling for his cock. It wasn't hard to find. Her hand could just wrap around it. She began a slow stroke, whispering to Kyle how good it felt in her hand. She pushed his trousers and briefs to the floor. She then pushed him back onto the sofa and knelt in front of him. She slipped one hand under his balls while continuing tho stroke him. She leaned towards him, licking from the base of his shaft to the tip. She circled the eye of his cock with her tongue before taking the head between her lips.

Max could not believe what his wife was doing in front of him. It was mind-blowing to watch. It turned Emma on to be watched, to be recorded on video in this intimate act. Kyle was watching her too, watching as she began to give him head. She knew what she was doing. Kyle wanted to taste her. Ever since he had first touched her at the pub he had wanted to pleasure her. He pushed her back onto the carpet until she was laying on her back. He gripped her knees, pulling them apart. She drew her knees up. He knelt between her ankles and kissed from her knee to the top of her thigh. She could feel his warm breath on her skin. She wanted his tongue on her, in her. He tongued along her slit. She held her breath. He pushed his tongue between her folds, tasting her wetness. She gasped. He pushed his tongue further. Again she gasped. Max was entranced, his beautiful wife being eaten out by his young colleague. Kyle continued invading her with his tongue, sucking her labia into his mouth. She was in ecstasy. He traced his tongue up to her clit. She pushed herself against his mouth. He swirled his tongue over her clit again and again.

She whispered loudly, "Fuck me Kyle."

It was what both men wanted to hear. Kyle moved over her, taking his body weight on he strong arms. Emma reached for his cock and guided it. He pushed into her a little. She was warm and very wet. He slid in easily, all the way. She moaned. He began fucking her, building a steady rhythm. Her hips rose and fell in time with his thrusts. Their pace quickened. The build up of the night had them both ready to reach their goal. Kyle was trying to hold off his orgasm but he was on the edge.

He asked, "Should I pull out?", not knowing whether Emma had contraception or not.

"No," she said, "come in me, please come inside me."

Kyle's cock began to spasm, shooting his cum into her. This was enough to trigger her own climax. She shuddered, her breath coming in short sharp gasps. Her cunt contracted around his cock, squeezing the last of his cum out of him.

Kyle fell beside her on the carpet. Max left the room, feeling that he should give them some time to themselves after such intimacy. Max showered and went to bed, waiting for his wife. She came to him after a half hour or so.

She said, "Kyle's asleep."

Max's erection was obvious under the sheet.

She said, "It looks like you enjoyed watching us tonight."

He said, "It was so hot, you looked amazing fucking him. You two certainly connected."

She said, "It was amazing, he knows how to please."

She pulled the sheet back and mounted her husband. She was still dripping with Kyle's cum, the idea of two mens' sperm inside her appealed to her. She rode Max until they both came.