About an hour after arriving home, I received an email from Emma with an attachment. She wrote, "Hubby got what he wanted and I got my rings back. Thank you for making this date so special for both of us. I hope you might want to visit while Bill is away in Albuquerque. He leaves tonight for four days. <3 Em"
I opened the attachment, which was a photo from Emma's phone. The camera was placed on her chest, looking down her naked body. Bill's face looked up from between her splayed thighs, his tongue extended. On the tip of Bill's tongue, in a gooey pool of cum, lay Emma's engagement diamond ring that I had pushed inside her pussy before I left.
Bill's full, dark beard was drizzled with splotches, droplets and tendrils of my milky load, from his efforts in retrieving his wife's rings. His hair was disheveled, no doubt from Emma's excited fingers guiding him while he searched for the treasure inside. Bill's face exhibited satisfaction at the consummation of their lusty experience.
I didn't respond right away, and instead called Emma the next morning so as to keep both of them wondering how I might react to the picture she sent. The silence often causes more angst because cucks are often so wrapped up in the moment, they become over thinkers and worriers after. I find it best to keep a cuck on edge whenever possible, and Bill's joy at giving Emma this taboo adventure confirmed his willingness to enter this lifestyle.
I sensed Emma's excitement as we spoke; she offered a quiet dinner for two at their home, but before accepting I changed the subject with, "I very much enjoyed the picture you sent me."
Emma's voice lit up as she responded, "Michael, you knew exactly how to get us to that moment, and once Bill dug out my wedding rings with his tongue, he said he wanted to reclaim me. Bill was so wound up that he was barely able to thrust six times before he came. Bill later told me that when he first pushed his dick into me, I was still so full of your cum that it oozed out all around his cock." Emma's raspy breath as she recounted their interaction told me she must have been as excited that night as Bill had been.
"Well then, it sounds like your husband is ready to experience a long distance session. I think dinner for two would be a way to start." Emma told me she couldn't wait for me to get there.
When I arrived, Emma had chosen a translucent chiffon blouse, buttons done only halfway up; her pink nipples showed there was no bra beneath. Emma wore a pair of silver tights, which sweetly parted her labia, and she didn't mind my long gaze at her sexy goods.
We talked about how well I had pushed their buttons the other night, and how wet she became just knowing I was on my way over. "Did you tell Bill what I told you to?" I asked.
"Yes. He thinks I will be Facetiming him tonight to replay our experience with you from the other night, so he can enjoy a good cum in his hotel room."
"That's my good girl." I placed my arms around her from behind as we walked to the dining room, and Emma sashayed her backside into my still soft bulge. We both felt it come to life while we made our way there. Emma started to get down on her knees, but I grabbed her by her elbow and shook my head, no.
There was no need to hurry through dinner, as my date would only become more aroused through a few glasses of wine and listening to my plan to keep Bill on edge for the next few days.
We retreated to their living room where kisses, light touches and caresses only amplified Emma's need to get fucked. I controlled the pace at every turn; Emma responded with moans and pouts of desperation. She knew what I was doing, and despite the fact that our foreplay had caused the crotch of Emma's leggings to become a dark, wet triangle of rayon, she willingly played the game.
We were still fully clothed when we made our way upstairs. Emma could wait no longer and turned to look up at me as we crossed the threshold to their bedroom. Her eyes begged, and her nose flared while her raspy breathing told of her need for more. I smiled and with a straight face said, "On your knees." Emma nearly fell to the floor, and quickly fumbled with my belt, releasing my slacks to fall to my feet; she was happy to finally be granted permission to touch.
"Where is your phone, Em?" I asked.
"It's in the living room," she said.
"Go get it. You will need it tonight."
I heard a soft "tsk" under her breath. Emma scrambled to her feet, and hurriedly made her way down the hallway to the stairs. I delighted in the sight of her firm buttocks bouncing as she went. In no time, Emma was back in the bedroom and held her phone out to me.
I did not accept it, but reached out and placed a hand on Emma's shoulder to guide back to her knees, in front of me. My cock was nearly erect; its tip peeked above the waistband of my underwear. "Take it out. Bill will want to see what we are up to," I ordered in a calm voice. Emma smiled that mischievous smile of hers; she was more than willing to comply with my every directive.
With the phone awkwardly held in one hand, Emma tugged at my shorts and drew them downward to expose my readiness. She began jacking me with one hand while looking at the screen to capture the close-up of the swollen head of my dick. She clicked the shutter and I held out my hand for the phone.
I said, "Say hello to your husband," and pointed the camera downward. Emma smiled wide as she looked up at me and kissed my cock just below its reddening tip; her bright red lipstick and fingernails contrasted with the pinkish hue of my cock head. After I snapped the pic, Emma took my dick in both hands and applied baby kisses to the spongy helmet. I let her worship her prize without words or gestures, enjoying the wanton look of her face while she fellated and masturbated me in earnest.
After a few moments of intense sucking, I felt Emma bringing me closer to the edge, so I slid my hand behind Emma's neck and took a handful of her shoulder length hair, pulling her up to a standing position. "Are you ready for some dick, Em?"
She nodded, "God, yes." She stood still while I slid my hand down the front of her leggings where her baby smooth labia peeled wide when two fingers intruded. There were no panties to get in the way. Emma's legs were shaking; I thought they might collapse at my touch. I pressed my lips into hers and pushed my tongue inside; a faint salty flavor greeted it. I removed my hand and offered her my sodden fingers; She savored her own feminine flavor until I commanded her to take off her clothes.
Emma quickly unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside, then hooked the waistband of her leggings and shimmied them down and off her feet. She reached up and pulled my shirt over my head so that we both were naked, but for my socks.
As Emma pulled me toward the bed, I hesitated. "Show me your lingerie drawer," I said. Emma could not hide her exasperation, but led me to her dresser and opened the top drawer. I looked about the sensuous pastels of yellows and blues, and the deep red and black satins and silks inside.
"Which is Bill's favorite?"
Immediately, Emma pulled out a black body suit and held it up. "Put it on," I demanded. Emma stepped into the one-piece bathing suit style mesh, which was woven with a serpentine pattern; a gauzy nylon that has holes precut for her nipples and pussy slit.
