The Car In My Sex Life Ch 03

My wife Emma, whom I had caught in flagranto having sex with her friends was confessing to me her ‘Lesbian Affair’ with her two friends and she showed perverse delight in telling the juicy bits. I listened to her with a growing cock under the sheet that covered my nakedness. When I fucked her, Emma cum again.

Ok so I felt a little kinky and voyeuristic but as they say ‘a standing cock has no conscience’ and as Emma told her story she knew what she was doing to me. The next evening we had another bottle of her favourite wine and went to bed early. I had washed and, unusual for me, put some after-shave on, to retire for the day. Emma went to the bathroom and I settled down to watch a new DVD I borrowed from one of my friends. It was, coincidentally, about a group of lesbians and quickly got down to the meat of the subject. I was engrossed by the movie and did not notice the time pass. Emma’s weight on the bed and the breathy “We did better than that” brought me back to earth.

I looked at her through narrowed eyes and growled “You suddenly started to like sex?……….you were a little prudish before all of this” She blushed and smiled, “Well I was trying to make you mad at times and to see if I could push you from the ‘straight missionary‘ that you were, into a more adventurous lover man.” I could not believe we were both striving for the same outcome but giving off such wrong signals.

“Do tell me what you mean” I said and poured another glass. “You know that Helen has male friends and Paula does not.” She hesitated. I nodded. “ Well…..Paula was always a bit jealous of that and has this vast array of toys which she wanted to show me” “I think that she perhaps wanted a little exclusive action”

It transpired that Paula invited Emma for tea when Helen was working. Emma left her lovely new red car under a street lamp so that Helen or anyone else passing would see it, Paula did noy have a car. She walked to the front door expectantly. She knew I would not see the bright red car and that was all that mattered.

When all of the preliminary action was out the way and the drinks were taking effect of they went to the bedroom. Emma’s eyes nearly fell out. Paula must have been on fire knowing what she intended. Here was a magnificent collection of dildoes of various sizes, shapes, colours and materials. And some other sex toys laid out for use with a jar of jelly. Emma hesitated slightly but Paula got right to it. Her loose dress hit the floor and revealed the body of a goddess. The nipples were as hard as bullets and the pussy area was shaved and clean. The lips were swollen and so peeked out a bit and a small dew drop clung to her inner thigh. She was hot to get fucked Emma supposed.

Not a bit of it. She took Emma’s sweater top and with little trouble pulled it up over her head and off. Emma was ready.………..Her nipples were also hardening. She stepped close to Paula and felt her breast squash against soft flesh, A pain of pleasure shot through Emma. I had left for a few days that morning and had been a bit rough with her nipples the previous night when I got my ‘going away fuck’. She then kissed Paula to slow down the very eager Paula from pushing her onto the bed. “Not Yet.” “Strip me first.” “Touch my pussy lips” “Oh that is nice” “Am I too wet for you?”

She did not know why she said that as she knew Paula loved to suck her pussy juice from her fingers. And that is exactly what she did. Emma felt her skirt fall away and she felt the fingers, it must have been three, push into her dragging one pussy lip with them a little roughly. She gave a little cry and Paula thinking that it was with pleasure curled her fingers up to look for the ‘G’ spot and found it right away. Emma cried out again, this time in pleasure. Paula scooped her fingers back out and lifted them to her lips and sucked them deep into her mouth. She said, with a full mouth, “Open your mouth.” “Wider.” Emma did as she was told and Paula came towards her as if to kiss her. Emma almost cum. The spit hit the back of her mouth like a man’s cock shooting straight in her mouth. Her throat felt full and warm and she wanted to swallow. “Don’t swallow.” “Give it back to me.”

Paula, swept some of the toys to the floor and quickly lay down on her back. She said. “Dribble it to my mouth if you can’t spit it” Emma did both. She clambered onto Paula and let a little dribble snake down from her lips and just touch Paula’s tongue. Paula tried to suck it in and Emma drew back and then Paula found out how aggressive Emma could be. Emma spit through pursed lips. A thin stream of cum and spit shot towards Paula. It hit across her mouth and stretched to her eye. “Geez. I just cum you bitch.” Paula jumped about under Emma trying to get up but could not.

The sheet came away from the bed easily and Emma used it to wipe Paula’s face. Then she started to rub the crotch of her soaking pants on Paula. “I am going to make you eat these pants.” She said. Standing up she slipped the belt from her skirt, lying on the floor, and took another belt from the hanger on the door. Paula was flushed with excitement. No one had ever done this to her. She had wanted it but always found herself the aggressor. She could hardly breath and that was going to get worse in a minute. The hands were first, to the legs of the bed. She naturally spread-eagled. The cords from a dressing gown and pyjama’s were next and Paula could move but very little. Emma took the sheet and draped it over the top of the bed, above Paula’s head. First one fold and then two more were placed over Paula’s head and the sounds she made were a little muffled. Emma leaned on the ends and pinned Paula’s head to the bed. “ Now you are going to get what you deserve, Slut.” I am going to give you. Something to remember.”

Emma released the sheet and could hear Paula gasp for air. She moved away a little. Paula was expecting some form of punishment but not what she got. Her pussy exploded in a hit of pure pain and then pleasure as Emma slapped that lovely bare fully opened pussy. From an angle above Paula she could hit down to the ‘Venus mound’ and let just the tips of two fingers sting the top of the slit just over the clit. She pulled the sheet away and looked at Paula. Her eyes were full of tears but she was not crying. It was fear and adrenaline. Would you like to see this time. Paula nodded “Yes.”

Emma caressed the red mound to ease the pain and raised her hand. Paula cringed. Emma did not strike but massaged a little more. She put some oil on the redness. And again raised her hand. She kept it there for a few seconds and Paula exploded. The breath rushed from her as the same exact spot was slapped a second time. The pussy was dripping. There was a small wet patch on the bed. Emma was wet and her small, white pants were soaked. “I told you what I was going to do.” “Did I not.” She slipped the pants down. The pussy coming into view fascinated Paula, she could not look away. Emma spread her own legs and leaning slightly so that Paula could see all as she wiped most of her cum on the pants.

“I don’t want the neighbours to hear you so open wide.” Paula did not do as she was bid and was rewarded with the very wet crotch of the pants being rubbed on her lips. As she licked at them the pants were rubbed on her tongue and the crotch first, followed by all of them, was fed into Paula’s mouth.

Emma kissed the red pussy and stroked it. She licked the clit and fingered the rosebud below. She found the sensitive parts of the very wet pussy and massaged both finger and thumb together on the light skin between ass and pussy. At last she got down again with her mouth and stiff licked Paula to a massive orgasm. The pants stifled the cries but there was evidence that Paula enjoyed it as she cum on Emma’s chin. Emma did not abuse that lovely pussy any more as at that moment her phone rang. It was me. I rang to say that I had arrived and I interrupted this amazing session.

Emma released the bonds with one hand and silently motioned Paula to be quiet. She told me she was alone and asked me to talk dirty to her. She said that she missed me already. I drew out her fantasy and described what I would do to her. I wondered why she repeated everything I said but the sly madam had Paula doing it to her as I as saying it. Emma cum. I could hear the scream. I could not be sure then that it definitely was for real. Paula’s tongue had replaced mine. I hung up that night a very happy man. Little did I know. Emma went home a very angry woman, someone had stolen her lovely new, shiny bright car.