The Chrysalis

WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual activity and rough sex. If that offends you, please move on and read something else. There is something for everyone on Literotica.

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Emily had a faraway look in her eyes as she looked out the bay windows in her bedroom. She sat on the padded bench in the bedroom's windowed alcove, quietly brooding about the night ahead. Leaning back against the wall with her knees drawn up against her breasts, she was lost in her thoughts.

Turning her head, Emily's attention was drawn to the busy caterpillar building its chrysalis on the branch just a few inches from the windowpane in front of her. The small private patio behind the master bedroom was a perfect spot for the caterpillar to undergo its metamorphosis, she thought.

The location was secluded, quiet, out of sight―a private place. If only the location of her own impending metamorphosis could be so discrete, Emily fretted. But that was not to be.

Emily continued to brood, thinking about she and the caterpillar's impending fate. Would the caterpillar survive its transformation while it was at its most vulnerable or would it be devoured by some other creature? Would it be swept to the ground by the wind and wither away during the heat of the following day? What were the chances it would survive its transformation and emerge as the beautiful butterfly nature intended it to be?

But more importantly, Emily worried, would she survive her own imminent transformation that evening and emerge a more exotic and alluring creature or be exposed as something grotesque and undesirable. Would she and her marriage survive her metamorphosis?

Emily's solitude was cut short as she heard her husband's car pull into the driveway and then the mechanical sound of the garage door opening as he pulled in. Was Brad home already, Emily asked herself, feeling confused momentarily? Looking at the clock on the corner of the nearby nightstand Emily realized she had lost track of time as she fixated on what fate had in store for her that evening.

"I'm home!" shouted Brad as he crossed the living room and headed toward the bedroom.

"I'm in here!" shouted Emily in reply as she crossed the bedroom to meet Brad at the door and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Dinner is ready. All I have to do is heat it up. Why don't you shower and change now? I'll take my shower after dinner. OK?"

"Fine. Sorry I'm late. I got held up at the office," said Brad before suddenly smiling. "But look on the bright side―it's not going to take either of us long to get dressed."

Still on edge after brooding all day, Emily abruptly turned around and gave Brad an icy stare.

"No, it certainly won't," replied Emily, her simmering emotions boiling over. "Especially me!"

Emily slammed the door behind her and headed for the kitchen.

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Brad sat on the edge of the bed watching Emily as she did her eyes and put her hair up in a tight bun as Jack's wife Liz had suggested.

"Better to keep the hair up and out of the way when you're playing" was Liz's advice.

Although they had been married ten years, Brad never got tired of looking at his wife's exquisite body. She was beautiful, a real heartbreaker. Brad couldn't believe his great good luck that she had actually agreed to marry him. Brad was convinced she could have had anyone she wanted, certainly any of his close friends, who all lusted after her. She had that wholesome 'girl next door' look about her that marked her as marriage material to almost every man, a real keeper.

It wasn't until after they had slept together the first time that Brad discovered the 'girl next door' was a voracious, adventurous and erotic creature whose sexual appetite was equal to his own. They were the perfect match, Brad thought to himself.

Moving hundreds of miles to this new more cosmopolitan city, and away from the prying eyes of their family and longtime friends, had given them the opportunity to finally explore their uninhibited wild side.

Most men would have felt intimidated by Emily's overt sexuality, but not Brad. On their first 'getaway weekend' when they played truth or dare, Emily forthrightly described to Brad her many previous sexual partners and the things they had done.

She had been relieved when Brad was not put off. Much to Emily's delight, Brad was similarly well experienced. From that point forward, Brad and Emily were uninhibited in talking about and satisfying each other's sexual needs.

Brad was content watching his wife as she stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. God knows he didn't have anything else to do. It had taken him all of ten seconds to get dressed. All he had to do was slip on the black silk pajama top and bottoms and his sandals and he was done. This was the quickest he had ever gotten dressed for a party in his life, thought Brad smiling to himself.

It was taking Emily a bit longer, but only because she was compelled by her vanity to primp and make herself even more seductive and alluring than usual, since so many people would see her―all of her.

Brad smiled to himself again. In point of fact, 'actually dressing' would take Emily even less time than him. Emily's party attire consisted of a sheer black open front negligee that tied at her cleavage and a skimpy black thong. No sandals for her, however. For Emily it was the obligatory black stiletto heels of the seductress.

Brad remained fixated on Emily as she finished her primping. She was being meticulously careful to get her makeup just right. Regardless of how ambivalent she was about having others see her naked, her ego demanded that she look her absolute best.

"You're gorgeous M," said Brad loud enough to be heard in the bathroom. "You're going to stop a bunch of hearts tonight. Just watch."

"If my own doesn't stop first," retorted Emily, sounding anxious. "I'm so nervous baby, my heart is beating a mile a minute. I can't believe you and Jack and Liz talked me into this. I've never―NEVER―done anything like this in my life."

"You'll be fine babe," said Brad soothingly. "Just remember what Liz said. You're in control. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Like she said, the safe word is simple―NO!"

"Yeah, I K-N-O-W!" replied Emily in a plaintive voice, drawing out the last word. "But I'm the one who is going to be practically naked in front of all these people, not you."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it, babe," said Brad, trying to allay her fear. "After all, the other women are going to be wearing just as little, maybe even less."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?" retorted Emily.

"Sure!" replied Brad. "Because you will be the most beautiful woman in the room."

Emily smiled at Brad as she made her way from the bathroom. Not because she believed what he said, but because she knew he did, and the mere fact that he believed it boosted her confidence.

"Shouldn't we bring a jacket along?" asked Emily nervously. "Just in case we get pulled over or something."

"Already thought of that," said Brad as he kissed Emily on the cheek. "I put a couple of our long jackets in the car while you were in the shower. Now hurry up and finish, or we're going to be late."

"Don't you want to be stylishly late?" asked Emily coyly, already knowing the answer.

"Not a chance!" replied Brad. "Not for THIS party. If nothing else happens tonight, I'll be happy just being a fly on the wall, watching the goings on."

"You're quite the voyeur," replied Emily, trying to maintain a lighthearted air to mask her growing anxiety.

"Yes, I am," agreed Brad. "And speaking of which, let's take a look. Do a turn for me before you put on ALL those clothes."

"Yeah, right!" replied Emily sarcastically as she slowly turned for her husband.

Brad watched admiringly as Emily pirouetted in all her naked splendor, just like a runway model. At five feet six and 119 pounds, Emily had a petite body that was curvy in all the right places. And at 37-24-36, Emily's large natural breasts were soft, lush and very pleasing to the eye.

Emily's light pink areolas and nipples were exquisitely feminine and her light golden 'all over' tan accentuating her straw-blonde hair which she usually wore in a ponytail that hung down to the middle of her back.

Her narrow landing strip complemented her toned and flat lower stomach and her recent bikini wax accented her increasingly aroused pink labia.

"You look absolutely stunning M," admired Brad, using his pet name for her again as he complemented her appearance profusely, trying to buck up her confidence and relieve her anxiety.

"And Liz was right―wearing your hair up makes you look that much sexier and elegant. It draws people's eyes from your beautiful hair and face to your long slender neck and then to those fabulous breasts. Not to mention the goodies down below!"

"Yeah, right!" replied Emily with a nervous sigh. "That's just what I am looking for. And besides, that's not why Liz asked me to wear my hair up. She said my long hair would just 'get in the way' and I suspect I know what she thought it would get in the way of too!"

As they were talking, Emily had slipped on her almost nonexistent negligee and thong and was strapping on her stilettos. For all intents and purposes, she was naked.

"If you don't want people looking, why did you spend so much time primping in the bathroom?" asked Brad teasingly. "Besides, you picked the lingerie out, not me."

"Good point," replied Emily throwing Brad a wicked but nervous smile before her face turned serious again. "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want to do? Once this gets started, it may be hard to back out. You realize that don't you?"

"Of course," replied Brad, equally serious. "We've already talked this into the ground and we both agreed we wanted this, that we both found the idea exciting. Besides, the real hurdle was swapping with Jack and Liz the first time, and neither of us seemed to have any problems with that once we got over our initial butterflies."

"Yeah, I know. But that was one couple Brad. We're talking about a dozen or more couples―a party full of couples," sighed Emily softly. She paused for a moment as she chose her next words carefully.

"Oh, I get it baby, we're in our mid-thirties and if we are ever going to live out this fantasy it pretty much has to be now," continued Emily nervously. "But it still scares the hell out of me."

"I love you babe!" said Brad emphatically as he cupped Emily's face in his hands and kissed her firmly on the lips, wanting to reassure her and not relitigate the point yet another time.

As Emily's mouth opened to meet Brad's tongue, they wrapped their arms around each other in a long reassuring embrace. Brad could feel Emily's heart pounding in her chest as her body trembled against him.

Finally, Emily broke their embrace and stepped back, taking a long deep breath.

"OK, it's now or never," said Emily decisively, trying not to lose her nerve. "Let's go."

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Neither Brad or Emily spoke as they rode with the windows down through the twilight on the warm summer evening. They both knew there wasn't anything left to say. Occasionally, Emily's negligee would billow up as the air rushed through the open windows, briefly exposing her lush naked breasts.

Brad would look over each time and the usually shy Emily seemed oblivious that her breasts were clearly visible to the rubbernecking drivers of the oncoming vehicles. As they drove slowly on the narrow two-lane highway that meandered its way out of town, Emily was lost in her thoughts.

They were finally on their way to the party at Jack and Liz's home in the countryside far outside town and Emily stared out the window, oblivious to her husband next to her or the other gawking drivers.

Emily was completely lost in her own thoughts. As they passed the strip of gas stations, fast food joints and motels on the edge of town, Emily remembered that this was the road they had taken when they excitedly arrived in town six months earlier for Brad's new job.

Driving past The Embers dinner house, Emily recalled that was where they first met Jack and Liz. They had occupied the table next to them at dinner one evening. The two couples had taken an immediate liking to each other, quickly striking up a conversation.

The edge of town gave way to open forest on either side of the narrow highway and Emily remembered watching the deer graze near the roadside on their way home from their most recent foursome with Jack and Liz.

It had been on their second dinner engagement with Jack and Liz at the couple's home that they finally gave into temptation. They had flirted and dropped suggestive hints with each other all through dinner that night as the sexual tension built between the couples.

Once they agreed to go skinny dipping together in the couple's large pool it wasn't long before Jack and Liz began to subtly wear down Emily's remaining inhibitions. As they sat in the warm spa next to the pool, Liz took the lead in gently breaking down Emily's resistance. Brad didn't take much convincing since he had been smitten with Liz since the night they first met.

Liz was a few years older than them, but amazingly fit and her store-bought breasts were stunning. The rest of her was real and toned from the thrice weekly trips to the gym. Liz's bronzed all over tan accentuated her lustrous red hair, which matched her own narrow landing strip. Liz exuded a raw sexuality and was an almost irresistible force of nature.

Emily's mind continued to wander backward as they drove through the darkening evening. She had to be honest with herself, she had been equally taken with Jack. Once they were all naked poolside that night, Emily couldn't take her eyes off Jack's impressive manhood.

Brad was no slouch in that department, but Jack's was crazy big. Emily had seen enough of them in her bohemian college days and before she met Brad, to know a big one when she saw one―and Jack's was the biggest she had ever seen.

Jack was probably ten years older that the other three and that was an additional turn on for Emily. There was something about his craggy-faced, rugged cowboy good looks, broad shoulders and salt and pepper hair that Emily found especially appealing.

At six feet three, Jack's chiseled body matched his stunning appendage. Liz was tall as well, at about five feet nine and was a tight 135 pounds of well-formed curves, complementing her generous DD cup breasts. They were both built for sex.

As the trees whizzed by out the window, Emily remembered how she had compared Jack and Brad as the two men sat on the edge of the spa that first night. Brad was a bit taller at about six foot five but not as broad in the shoulders as Jack. Nevertheless, Brad was ripped with washer board abs from his own trips to the gym. Brad's full head of wavy brown hair made him look younger than his 35 years.

It wasn't until both men were fully erect that Emily realized that Brad had the longer tool. But Jack's had to be at least twice the girth of Brad's. When the time came, after much urging from Liz, Emily had both men's rigid muscles in her hands as she knelt between them in the warm spa. Chills ran through Emily when she discovered she couldn't wrap her fingers all the way around Jack. In that moment, the mere thought of having Jack inside her, made Emily tingle all over.

Emily was jolted back to reality as the car abruptly broke for the deer that bolted across the dark and deserted road in front of them. There were few cars on the highway this far outside of town at this time of the evening.

"You've been quiet for quite a while," said Brad interrupting the silence. "Is everything OK?"

"Yeah," said Emily wistfully. "I've just been thinking about how we got here, you know, to this point. How we first met Jack and Liz and how much different our lives have started to become since we moved here."

"For the better I hope?" asked Brad hopefully.

"I hope so," replied Emily almost to herself, before looking over at Brad smiling, and then adding, "I think so."

Emily reached across the console between them and squeezed Brad's hand for reassurance.

"How much longer?" asked Emily anxiously.

"It's another ten minutes before we turn off the highway and then another fifteen or so up the side road from there," said Brad.

"Oh, OK," said Emily as she continued to hold Brad's hand while sinking back into her seat and gazing out the window as the trees whisked by, illuminated only by the headlights.

Brad looked over at his wife as she stared out the window, lost in her own world again. So far, their move had proved to be everything they had hoped for, he thought to himself. Now that they were far away from the watchful eyes of their families, friends and other lifelong acquaintances they were finally free to live out the unrealized erotic fantasies that had animated their pillow talk for years.

And tonight, they would check off one of the biggest items on their sexual bucket list, Brad hoped. He took one more look at Emily before focusing once again on the pitch black road ahead of him.

Emily's thoughts had immediately returned to the two penises in front of her in her waking dream. But before she became lost in her thoughts again, another more alarming concern rushed through her mind. What about the man or men she might be with tonight?

Would they be as big as Brad? Could they be bigger than Jack? Would they want to fill both her holes as Brad and Jack had done during their second and all subsequent threesomes? Would the women be the same sort of ardent and giving lovers that Liz had proved to be?

Suddenly Emily felt a shiver as she realized that there were infinite possibilities with so many potential partners. Would she have a third penis down her throat and others in each of her hands. Would she have yet another penis lodged between her breasts.

Emily had watched enough porn with her husband, and their pillow talk had spawned enough lurid fantasies, that she knew things had the potential to get out of hand, especially for her. She was the new girl and she could easily be drawn into a frenzied gang bang.

The more images of multiple men groping and ravaging her that filled Emily's head, the harder she tried to put it out of her mind and return to the safe territory of the threesomes and foursomes they had with Jack and Liz. Emily closed her eyes and visualized the first foursome they had shared.

Emily visualized she and Liz with their tongues and lips buried between each other's legs. She remembered that Brad had taken Liz's ass and Jack hers as the women tantalized each other's clits that night.

Emily remembered how their four bodies had worked their way into a sensual rhythm and how they had climaxed at almost the same time in a frenzy of lust. The memory of the encounter left Emily wet all over again.

Emily's mind drifted back to the beginning of their first encounter once again, when she knelt in the spa with both men's penises in her hands and how Liz prodded and cajoled her into using her hands to get both men to a full erection and then perform fellatio on each of them until they were ready to erupt.

At the same time Emily fellated the two men, Liz had three of her fingers buried in Emily's very slippery hole making her orgasm over and over again. And finally, when the men could hold back no longer and were ready to explode, Liz took Brad's penis all the way down her throat just as he loudly groaned and shot his load.

Emily could almost feel Jack's hand grabbing a handful of her hair even now, as he desperately pushed his throbbing muscle down her throat and how she struggled to breathe, as he filled her throat with his massive load with his muscle pulsating inside her throat.

Emily also remembered it would take two more tries with Jack before she could take him all the way down her throat without gagging and three more times before she could swallow all his cum without some of it escaping her mouth. Emily unconsciously smiled to herself. For some perverse reason, she took immense pride in being able to handle Jack and his load.