Note from Jamie: this is a sequel to the story "Emily's slutty experience", but can be read as a standalone story. Part 1 is about Emily cheating on her husband, Part 2 is a gangbang.
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Emily's train pulled into her home station at 6.30 pm on Friday. She commuted into London every day from a town on the city's periphery and the train was full of similarly tired workers on their way home for the weekend.
She mulled over the text which she had received earlier that day from her husband, Chris. His friend from university, John, had asked to stay for the weekend as he was attending a wedding nearby. Chris was to go away with friends on a long-planned trip but had promised that John could stay in their spare room. Emily was annoyed with Chris for not consulting her first. Who was this guy John anyway? She had never heard Chris speak of him in their marriage of 4 years, and he hadn't come to their wedding, but Chris spoke of John like they were old friends.
When Emily returned home, John was already there, sitting in the kitchen with Chris - they had opened a bottle of red wine and were sitting at the kitchen table with an open box of pizza. John had obviously just said something funny as Chris was bent over guffawing, and not for the first time Emily was struck by how pathetically eager to please others Chris could be. He also seemed to be quite drunk and was knocking back the wine at a fast pace.
John rose to his feet to greet Emily, and she noticed immediately how good looking he was, and what an imposing body he seemed to have. Chris was a good looking man, but at 5'9" and with delicate features, he could not be said to be physically impressive. John in contrast appeared to be 6'4" or so and was built like a rock, with big hands, muscular forearms and a square jaw. He had dark facial stubble and brown, close-cropped hair, with green eyes and a handsome, slightly cruel face. He towered over Emily, who was just under 5 feet tall in her bare socks and two inches taller in her work heels.
As John leaned down to kiss Emily, she went on tip toe to meet him and felt a tingle of attraction run through her at the feel of his rough chin on her cheek . Emily had always enjoyed the attention of rough, strong men who could take charge and throw her about.
John sat back down, but his eyes remained on Emily, who was standing at the kitchen door feeling slightly flustered, and said, "Wow Chris, congratulations - you married a little firecracker."
Chris laughed hard and sloppily poured himself another glass of wine, but John was not smiling - instead he held Emily's gaze and then his eyes unmistakably looked her slowly up and down, lingering on her chest and hips, before raising to meet Emily's eyes again.
Emily was slightly overwhelmed at this ruggedly handsome, strange man's sudden appearance in her home, and realized that she should be offended at his obvious lasciviousness. Instead, she found her cheeks burning slightly red and a tingle of attraction run up her body. She smiled sweetly at the men and excused herself to change out of her work clothes.
In her and Chris' bedroom, Emily stepped out of her boring dress suit and considered what to wear.
As John had alluded, she did indeed have a little firecracker body. 26 years old, Emily had long dark blonde hair, big blue eyes and a girlish, pretty face with a dainty chin, little nose, full cheeks and big pouty lips. When she wasn't wearing contacts, she sported large, thick framed glasses.
Her short stature at just under five feet was matched by slim shoulders, small hands and feet and a soft waistline. What immediately stood out about Emily, and what John had quite clearly noticed, however, were her breasts and arse. Her tits were disproportionately large for her body, a full 32HH - they had grown a cup size in the last 3 months alone, which had made her worry that she was pregnant, but it turned out just to be weight gain concentrated on her chest. Each breast was bigger than a cantaloupe and just as round and full, with pink, puffy nipples and areolae and traces of light blue veins visible on close inspection.
No matter what Emily wore, her big chest dominated her appearance - a fact that Emily had used in the years before her marriage to Chris to mercilessly tease and beguile men. Her arse was also very round and full, but firm and sculpted like a big peach, jutting out obscenely from her little waist when she wore skirts.
Emily rifled through her clothes drawer, and selected a white bra, almost matronly with its thick strap at the back, but also girlish with complex patterns and a little bow at the front. The demi cups lifted her impressive 32HH chest and pushed it forwards, her puffy nipples concealed by the cups but with a full, juicy cleavage created by the flesh on display. Emily chose a matching pair of white, lacy panties for her big, round arse.
On top of this underwear, she wore a pair of loose fitting but very short gym shorts, which barely covered the curve of her butt, and a t-shirt. Chris hated when she wore this shirt, as it had been given to her by one of Emily's ex-boyfriends and was branded with the name of his university sports team. The shirt was meant to be worn loose, but Emily's rack was so sizable that it actually fitted extremely tight around her bust and then hung straight down beneath her tits. The cloth was also thin and pale, ever so slightly transparent, so the color and lacy pattern of her bra, which bulged against the t-shirt material, could be clearly made out. She also removed her contacts and put on her glasses.
Emily inspected herself in the mirror - the look was casual and relaxed while being objectively a little bit slutty. She thought about John downstairs and hoped he would be able to have a good look at her. Emily enjoyed the attention of men, the feeling of their eyes undressing her, and was quite aware of the effect that her busty little body had on them. When Chris wasn't around, she loved dressing up in slutty little dresses and heels and showing off her body to strangers, being wolf whistled by builders and the like.
She had been completely faithful to Chris, apart from a small episode six months ago where she had entertained three rugby lads in a hotel room on a work trip - something she still thought and fantasized about - and had no intention of cheating on him ever again. But a bit of attention and flirting never harmed anyone.
Walking barefoot down to the kitchen, she saw John's eyes widen at the sight of her huge tits barely constrained by the flimsy clothes she was wearing, and bouncing slightly despite the best efforts of her brassiere. His face then relaxed and he gave her a cocky, shit-eating grin, pouring Emily a big glass of wine as she sat down at the table with both men.
The size difference between Chris and John was immediately noticeable. Chris was a good half-foot shorter than John and to Emily's eye John's imposing bulk almost made her husband seem a bit weedy. Chris was also quite drunk by now - he had obviously been matching his bigger friend drink for drink. Emily's appearance in her ex's t-shirt also seemed to have rubbed him the wrong way, as he sat sullenly, not saying anything, as Emily and John conversed in front of him.
