F M Wedgie Story Her Pt 01

"Are you fucking kidding me David!?" Emma's scream echoed throughout her home as she spoke to her husband, who was packing for a long business trip.

"It will only be for a week, love, besides you know how much money I always make on these extended trips" David did his best to diffuse his rather upset wife. Emma was a tall pale skinned woman with long black hair, her eyes were a dark brown color that, when she was angry, would look almost black. In many ways she was the opposite of David, he was a short and scrawny man, with bright blond hair and deep blue eyes. The two had been married for years, they started out as highschool sweethearts, with Emma being thirty nine now and David being forty one.

"I don't care David, you're always gone. I mean...this is your third business trip just this month." David turned to his wife, sighing softly as he stood up and walked over to her. He took her hands in his own and looked up into her eyes.

"Emma, you know I love you but...this is part of my job and you have known that ever since we got married. I have to go" Emma looked down at her husband, heart broken. She did care deeply for him, but deep down she was lonely, perhaps if she had known just how much he would be gone, she would have made different choices. Alast she knew she would not be able to talk him out of it so she gave up.

"Ok David but...you're taking me out when you get back" She faked a smile to help him not worry about her. David laughed softly and nodded as a response before closing his suitcase. He zipped it up and lifted it off their bed, before walking out of their bedroom and down the stairs. Emma followed behind until they both made it to their front door, she opened it for him, before stepping back.

Before David stepped outside he kissed her cheek, then as he began walking out toward his car he called back to her "Oh! Mark said he would be staying at a friend's house tonight dear!"

"Ok dear, be safe and try not to work too hard!" WIth that David got in his car and drove off, Emma watched until his car was out of view before sighing softly "I guess it is just me tonight" Emma slowly closed the door, both her husband and her son Mark were gone, which made the house feel quiet and empty. She walked over to the living room wanting to find something, anything to keep her mind off of how empty her house was. Until her eyes finally rested on a large brown box in the corner of the room. It was a tv mount for the wall, one that she was supposed to remind her husband or son to set up for her. "Fuck...." She said to herself, gently face palming. The TV was already taken off its original stand so she needed it to be mounted.

She had no idea of how to put the mount together but knew she wouldn't be watching TV until it was done. She started brainstorming what to do until a pit started to form in her stomach. She did know of one person she could ask, the last person that she wanted to ask. Max

Max woke up early that same morning, slowly rolling out of bed he yawned loudly. He stood up stretching a bit as he walked into his bathroom, Max was a rather short man, standing at only about 5'4, his body was rather slender and feminine especially for a guy, coupled with his age, 21, most people assumed he was still a teenager. As young as Max was he lived on his own in a house neighboring Emma's, who he knew very well.

Max entered the shower, singing softly to himself as he washed his hair and his body. When he finished in the shower Max got dressed, sliding on his jeans and a black t-shirt, with a secret underneath, a bright white pair of tighty whities, as the bullies he had dealt with in school aptly nicknamed. Max walked down his stairs toward his kitchen when a soft knock came to his door, he turned to look at the door confused, he wasn't expecting company today. He slightly shrugged before walking over to his front door, he opened it and widened his eyes in surprise. Standing at his front was Emma, with a soft red blush on her face, she was looking off to the side as if not wanting to look Max in the eye. Now Max was used to her acting this way as they had a strange relationship. Max had moved in almost a year ago and in that time he had been constantly flirting with her, much to her annoyance as she had always responded by shutting down any and all advances but he never stopped trying. Max slowly looked her up and down, his eyes admiring her body and outfit as she was wearing a beautiful red button up shirt with the top three buttons undone, which showed off her ample breast fairly well, her black skirt which hugged her perfect curves and reached the middle of her thigh.

"Oh, Ms. Emma! To what do I owe such a special visit from such a beautiful lady?" As Max asked this, he smirked and let his eyes gaze back up at her face.

"Oh, hush, Max, I do not have time for your annoying flirting...I'm here...because I... need your help." Emma refused to hold his gaze, her eyes darting to him and then away. She was a proud woman, which meant she hated admitting she needed help, especially from him.

Max grinned happily as he heard her reason for being on his doorstep. "Oh? you want my help? Well of course beautiful, how can I be of service?" As he asked this she rolled her eyes before answering "W..well I need my tv mounted but my husband just left and my son won't be home tonight so I need help"

"Oh! I can totally take care of mounting..the tv for you ms. Emma, want me to come over now?"

"Yes please." She kept her response short, allowing him to make a handful of remarks as he was helping her, but she still did not like it. She began to walk back toward her house, letting him follow her. Meanwhile as Max followed his eyes were glued to her perfect ass, he gently bit the bottom of his lip as he followed her. They soon made it to her front door, she led him inside toward the large box. "Alright Max here it is, I...appreciate you setting it up for me, now please keep your comments to yourself and focus on the task." As she said this she quickly turned around and began walking away from him. Max all the while watched her every move, his eyes glued to her behind.

"I just can't help myself Ms.Emma, you're just so fine, especially from the back." Max smirked at his comment, he always thought of himself as a lady killer, so much so that he seemed to be completely oblivious. As Emma heard this she let out a loud huff of annoyance before storming to her kitchen. Normally she would have scolded him, but she did need his help. As she walked into her kitchen she began to pour herself a glass of wine.

"The nerve of that boy, did his mother not teach him anything" after Emma said that she took a sip of her wine. The way her kitchen was set up gave her a perfect view of the living room, and of course, of Max. Her eyes followed his movements closely, she watched as he cut open the box and began setting up the mount. As she watched him her eyes slowly slid down to his lower back. Emma was surprised when her eyes landed on a bright white waistband, the waistband of course of his underwear. "Is he wearing....tighty whities?" Emma asked herself this slightly puzzled, but she slowly began to grin before laughing very softly. She could feel a strange warmth deep inside of her as she stared at that tempting white waistband. She then looked back down at her now empty cup of wine, a soft huff leaving her red lips again as she looked over at the tall bottle of wine beside her. She slowly ran her hand down the neck of the bottle, before her hand gripped it tightly. She turned to look back at her bright white, and nerdy temptation, before lifting the bottle for her to chug. Emma took gulp after gulp of the wine before setting it back down. Slowly she moved from the table, slightly swaying as she approached Max from behind. Emma's heels clicked loudly against the hardwood floor of her living room which made Max perk up.

"Oh come to keep me company hot stuff?" Max asked this without turning around as he was screwing a few brackets in place. If Emma had been having any reservations about what was filling her mind right now, his comment only served to reaffirm what she wanted to do.

"No..I just...saw something that I needed to attend to.." Emma sounded almost as if she were in a trance, her voice soft but also somewhat seductive, perhaps due to the wine that was now in her system. Emma slowly reached down, an evil and malicious grin tugging at her lips as her fingertips gently slid into the back of his underwear, just far enough for her hand to slowly close around the waistband, getting a good grip as she let out a deep breath.

Max could feel her fingertips but he had almost no time to react, his eyes shot wide as he said "Ms.E-."

Suddenly Emma gave an extremely harsh yank upward, pulling Max's underwear right up his ass forcing a loud yelp out of him as she grinned even wider.

"A...Ah! M..Ms.Emma! What ah are you doing!?" Max asked as his face quickly began shifting to a bright reddish color, his hands reaching back to grab at her hands to stop her. This only proved to make Emma move even deeper into her desire for torture, she gave another quick and agressive yank to his underwear forcing him to stand up straight as she held onto his underwear with one hand, while her other swatted his hands away.

"Oh what's wrong Max, all you ever want is my attention. So here it is, my attention, and a nice punishment. Stop acting like you were not expecting this, look at these ridiculous undies you're wearing, this can't be your first wedgie."

Max's face grew more red as she teased him, she was right however, he had received many wedgies in his life, from girls at school to his sister. This however was the first time Max had gone through a wedgie from a woman that he liked. "A..Ah shut up, oh gosh they are so deep. T..there is nothing wrong with my undie...underwear, they are comfrotab-" before he could finish his sentence Emma grabbed his hair with her free hand and pulled his head back. Her grip on his underwear growing tighter as she, with ease, pulled the white fabric higher toward his shoulders.

"Comfortable? Is that what you wanted to say? I bet they are comfortable up this ass of yours. Speaking of your ass...it's kinda nice for a boys, only fair that I get to comment on it since you love talking about mine."

"C..come on ms.Emma, it's all for f-" his words were once again cut off by the pain of her aggressive tugs, emma however was smiling rather smuggly, the warmth inside her was growing into a raging inverno, she had no idea she had these desires inside her but now she wanted to see how deep they went.

"Your right nerd...this is fun, so much fun in fact...that I just can not seem to stop myself" As she said this she slowly used her free hand to grip his ass before letting her thumb slowly wander to the waist of his pants. When he once again tried to stop her, she pulled his underwear even higher, reaching the back of his neck. "Stop resisting! Or else you will be smelling these undies. I just want to see what something" After saying this Emma pulled his jeans back a bit so that she could see inside his pants. Much to her satisfaction, she looked down the back of his pants to see his large, and pale, wedgied ass cheeks. This was like kindling to the deep desire inside her. This poor young man was at her mercy and she loved it.

"W..What!? Smell them, wait you mean an atomic wedgie don't you? You can't do that" Max kept slightly squirming in place as his underwear was so deep between his cheeks. He wanted to hate this, wanted to be mad, but he wasn't, no he was aroused and embarrassed, with each passing second of his underwear rising, so was he. A small bulge had formed in his pants as he tried to cover it. His cheeks were burning red at the strange situation that he had been caught in, but it was not over yet as, with one quick motion, his pants were tugged to the floor, putting his large pale ass cheeks on display as they were being split in half. "EMMA!"

As Max screamed out she could only laugh, she also of course had taken notice of him trying to conceal the bulge in his pants. "What's wrong nerdy boy? I'm just having some fun. Gosh look at these moons" as she said this her hand gripped his warm, thick ass cheek. "As you always say, I just can't help myself." Her hands kept exploring his large cheeks before she gave one a harsh smack, forcing it to bounce a bit as well as make Max let out a much more seductive yelp then he liked to admit.

"A..Ah! Fuck s..stop that Emma, that hurts, I'm s..sorry for flirting so much." Max tried to plead with her even though some part of him did not want her to stop.

"Oh don't worry dear...I will stop...right after I make this wedgie one to remember." Max tried to protest but Emma was not listening. She smacked his ass one more time before slowly, and somewhat more seductively then she may have planned, she moved her free hand up the back of his body, allowing her nails to dig through his skin gently before reaching the back of his head. As her hand met his hair, she gripped it giving it a hard tug back as she also pulled his underwear higher and higher.

"A..ah fuck wait no no no! I know what you're planning Emma! Please don't! I-" As Max tried to slip out one more plea, it was too late as his own underwear slowly covered his own. His screams became muffled as his underwear snapped to his chin, trapping his face as he was released by his tormentor and kicked down onto his hands and knees. Max clawed at his face, as muffled groans escaped from his underwear-covered face.

Emma slowly gripped both of his large perfect moons, her grip growing tighter and tighter, as her finger-nails dug into his cheeks. Something was welling up inside her, a deep desire to push beyond just giving him a wedgie, but with a loud groan she released him. She stepped back almost as if annoyed as she softly cleared her throat. "Alright...as much as you deserve more punishment....I think that is enough for today. You can come back tomorrow to finish your work on my TV mount. If you're good tomorrow maybe I won't have to give these perfect moons another harsh flossing."

"My ass, my poor ass, f..fine just help me out of this"

"Oh no...you're gonna have to get yourself out" As she said this Emma slowly walked over to her front door, she opened it before finishing what she was saying "Or you can go home like that, you have three seconds to choose, before I drag you back to your front door."

Max let out a rather pathetic whine, which only served to make Emma's new side more enticed, but he relented trying his best to remove his new mask. After a few useless he felt a hand grip the fabric embedded in between his cheeks. He was soon being dragged toward the door which forced him to let out yet another pain filled groan.

"Ya know what I think you deserve to be dragged either way, so lets go for a walk." Emma smuggly smiled as she dragged Max out of her house by his own now ruined underwear. She dragged him through her yard, ass in the air for the neighbors to see. She did not seem to care, many of them had heard him flirt with her over and over, and they all knew she was a married woman. To them, this was just her giving Max exactly what he deserved. Finally Emma pulled Max up the front steps of his own house before dropping him. She admired how his ass was gently shaking from the force of her dragging him. "Alright Max your home, see how nice I am. Now be sure to come and finish setting up my TV mount...and don't forget to watch that mouth of yours...or else you will get an even worse wedgie tomorrow."

Max gently rubbed his ass as his face rested on the wooden porch, his ass facing the sky. Emma, proud of what she had done, stepped off the porch and made her way toward her home. She could feel butterflies inside her just from thinking over the recent encounter. She made her way through her front door and shut it behind her, leaning her back against the door as she let out a deep sigh. She was still so warm and excited, her hands resting on the door before slowly sliding forward to her thighs. "T..That was amazing..I.feel so strong..so warm..s..so.." her voice trailed off as she slowly slid her hands up her thighs, inch by inch her hands rose along with the front of her skirt, until they met the front of her red lace thong. She was trembling with excitement as she finally finished her sentence "W..wet." her eyes slowly looked over at the living room. Where Max had been on all fours in the wedgie she had given him, her eyes slowly widening as she saw a reflection on her floor, a small puddle so small that if not for the reflection, she would have never seen it. She slowly approached the puddle, looking down on it she knew what that puddle was.

Softly she said to herself, "Max."