Emma's Awakening Pt. 07

It had been almost two weeks since their last encounter. Things had progressed very quickly and Emma had wanted things to calm down for a little. Sex with Max had never been better, both of them finding it very satisfying.

She and Kyle had been texting frequently. He had been hooking up with April more frequently than usual. He said that while she was a very good fuck, and indeed she was, he was missing his older lover. She replied that she was missing him too and they'd get together soon.

Then one day she texted him a cryptic message, "I've got a number in mind."

Somewhat mystified, he replied, "OK?"

Emma then texted back, "69".

He quickly answered, "Yes, when?"

She told him that they were having a barbecue on Saturday night and had invited their new neighbours over as a kind of welcome. She said that after the neighbours had gone home they could play. She said that Max was very interested in watching but she hadn't told him what she wanted to do with Kyle.

On Saturday evening Kyle arrived with a six pack of beer and a cold bottle of sparkling white wine, Emma's favourite. Max welcomed him and introduced their new neighbours, Sara and Stuart. They looked to be in their late 20's and seemed nice enough, if a little reserved. Max was busy at the barbecue and told Kyle to take the drinks into the kitchen and put them in the fridge. He said Emma was inside getting a salad ready. Kyle went into the kitchen. Emma hugged him and kissed him firmly on the lips. She was wearing her usual style of cotton dress and was barefoot, a very casual look. It suited her. She told him how happy she was to see him. He opened a beer for himself and asked if she would like a wine. She said that she already had one but if he waited a few minutes her glass would be empty. They chatted politely while she prepared the salad.

When she finished Kyle refilled her glass with the wine he had brought.

She said, "Mmm, that's very nice."

They walked outside into the garden where the barbecue was smoking away. Max said that the steaks were almost done. Emma asked Kyle to help her bring the salad and some cold water and glasses to the garden table.

As they fetched them he said to her, "You look good enough to eat tonight."

She smiled playfully and said, "I hope so. I hope you brought your appetite."

They all moved to the table. Max sat at the end of the table. On one side Sara and Stuart sat, and on the other, Emma and Kyle. They toasted their new neighbours and chatted over their meal. Sara asked which beach was the best for swimming. Max told her about the beach he and Emma preferred. Stuart said that he was sometimes away for his golf hobby and Sara might appreciate a swim in his absence. She was a beach girl, having grown up on the coast in another state.

Meanwhile, as expected by this stage, Kyle had reached for Emma under the cover of the oversized tablecloth. He stroked her thigh just to let her know that she had his attention. Their individual chairs were too far apart for any more intimate contact between them without being too obvious. The party chatted away until the sun had gone down. Kyle and Max had kept everyone well supplied with alcohol. They shared stories and laughter. Eventually Stuart and Sara said it was time for them to leave, they had a busy day ahead of them tomorrow with more unpacking to do.

Emma and Max wished them goodnight and walked them to the front gate while Kyle began to take things inside. Max and Emma helped clear the table and pack the dishwasher. Finally they could be alone, all three of them that is.

Emma said to Kyle, "Kyle, come here."

He walked over to her and she put her arms around his neck to bring him close. They kissed. Kyle ran his hands down her sides, over her hips and to her bum. He ran one hand along the cleft of her buttocks.

She whispered to him, "I want you to be my teacher tonight. I want you to show me how to do things."

Then she said to Max, "I hope your phone is charged. I'm feeling a bit slutty and I want you to video what we get up to."

Max was stunned. His wife had never spoken so explicitly. He asked where she wanted to set the camera up. He had invested in a selfie stick with an inbuilt tripod and Bluetooth trigger to turn the camera on and off. It left his hands free and allowed a steadier image. It also allowed Emma to make videos on her own phone in Max's absence, should she want to.

He set the camera up and Emma turned a corner lamp on, then turned the main light off. The lamp gave out muted light, just enough for video on a decent phone. The night was quite warm. She didn't close the blinds and she left the windows and glass sliding doors open to let the breeze in. Anyone outside would be able to see in from their garden. Their neighbours may be able to see in but she knew that they were having an early night. Anyway, she didn't mind the idea of being watched anymore. Was she becoming an exhibitionist? Maybe. Probably.

She dropped her dress on the floor. She was naked. She had taken to not wearing underwear when she knew she'd be undressing for Kyle.

She told Kyle to strip and then gestured for him to join her on the sofa. Max took his place in his usual chair.

They kissed again. She reached for Kyle's cock and began to stroke it. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around it pumped up and down. It was urgent tonight. She bent down and took the head of his cock in her mouth while she kept stroking him. Max was enthralled by the sight. Kyle suggested that they lay on the sofa. He told her to get on her elbows and knees in the 69 position while he lay beneath her. She obeyed. His cock was right in her face. He waited for her to suck it. She proceeded to give him a hungry blowjob. She wanted to be slutty for Kyle. She wanted to be slutty for her husband and his camera. She wanted to be slutty for herself.

Kyle had been playing roughly with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Now he reached for her hips and pulled her down to his mouth. He drove his tongue into her, tasting her juices.

She bucked and cried loudly, "Ohhh".

She didn't care if their neighbours or anyone else heard. He pulled her close again and drove his tongue back into her. Again she bucked her hips and cried out. She tried to focus on sucking him but she'd never had a tongue so deep inside her and it felt incredible. She pushed herself firmly onto his mouth and began sliding back and forth on his tongue. She was now whimpering each time she slid herself over his mouth. His tongue probed her relentlessly.

She shifted so that her clit was directly over his tongue. He licked it as she ground herself against his face. He pushed two fingers into her. She squirmed. He pushed them until he could reach no further. She moaned. He seemed to have hit a sensitive spot deep within her.

She said hoarsely, "That's it, right there, don't stop".

He kept working on her with his fingers and tongue. She had now stopped sucking him. Her back arched as she fucked his mouth.

She was moaning loudly and saying, "Fuck yes," and "God," and "Ohhh Kyle."

She came and fell onto him, limp and sweaty.

Kyle wasn't finished with her. He pulled her to her feet. He walked her to the side of the sofa and bent her over its arm. She took her weight on her arms. He stood behind her and guided his cock into her. He thrust into her again and again. She was helpless to stop him, and didn't want to. She pushed backward with each of his thrusts. Her eyes were closed and her face almost grimaced in concentrated pleasure. Her cunt was his in this moment and he was claiming it. He gave one final thrust which shook her. He came almost violently within her. His cum filled her and began leaking down over her clit. He reached between her legs, collected the fluid on his fingers and pushed them into her mouth. She lapped up their mingled secretions needily.

Max was incredulous at what he had just witnessed. Emma had been polite, even demure, when their neighbours were visiting, and had become something wild afterwards. She had been completely uninhibited. He'd never seen her behave like that. It wasn't that he didn't like what he saw. Indeed, he found it very arousing. So much so that he was stroking his cock. He stood and approached his wife. She saw him in the soft light of the corner lamp. He placed the head of his cock against her lips while he continued to stroke himself. She took it into her mouth. His stroking became more urgent. She reached out replaced his hand with hers. He came almost immediately and intensely. She swallowed his cum hungrily. Until now he had been an observer only during Emma's encounters with Kyle but this time he couldn't help himself. He had gone from passive voyeur to participant.

Max wasn't completely comfortable being exposed and said, "I'm going to bed." He was more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist.

Emma said she'd join him soon. She showed Kyle to the spare bedroom and gave him a towel so that he could wash if he wanted. Emma went to bed with Max as she was. She was satisfied with herself. She had tested her own boundaries tonight. She was exhausted.