Oh Canada!

This is Story # 43 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey.

If you want any background on me and how I got here, you can read the very first story I published (Babysitter Lauren) or my author's profile. You may also see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

Not everyone likes me or my stories. That's OK. My writing style, and my sexual style, isn't everyone's cup of tea.

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Emily

A few weeks after Rose went back to medical school (Previous Story), it was early December. My firm was in discussions with another firm about a merger. This other firm had offices all over North America, including one in Toronto. Since I was the only member of our management board that spoke French, I was asked to go to Toronto to meet with the principals of that office as a sort of "get to know you" overture. Of course just about everyone spoke English, but it made sense to send me with that skill anyway, and I was happy to go.

The meeting went fine, and I decided to spend a few extra days since I had never been to Canada. I stopped at a resort a few miles south of Toronto, and was excited to enjoy some local food and culture for a few days.

After I checked in, I headed out to find some wine. I was directed to a local fine wine shop, and I took my time looking around for exactly what I wanted.

As I shopped around, a beautiful woman caught my eye. She was perusing the aisles as well, but I caught her looking my way several times, and she caught me as well. It was a little game of cat and mouse, and eventually we found ourselves at the same part of the store, looking on the same shelf.

"Looking for anything special?" I asked her.

She looked at me, her hazel/blue eyes sparkling, and she answered, "yes, I'm a little tired of the same old stuff. I'm looking for something a little new and different."

"Are you talking about wine?" I questioned, only half-jokingly.

"Yes," was her reply. "And no."

I took stock of her, and she knew I was checking her out. Long blonde hair, really great tits, maybe 38D; tall, about 5'9" or so. Gorgeous, with killer body and great ass. She wore a wedding ring and was not hiding it.

I held out my hand.

"Phil," I said, introducing myself.

"I'm Emily," she answered as we shook hands.

A spark of electricity passed between us, and we both felt it.

"Well Emily, what would your husband think of you sampling something new?"

"My husband likes the same stuff all the time, kind of boring. To be honest, he never even drinks with me anymore, so I'm left to find new drinking buddies every now and then. He doesn't like me drinking with others."

She spoke with a sexy accent, and I found myself getting aroused thinking about what she would sound like in the throes of passion.

She reached past me to grab a bottle of expensive Cabernet. We were very close, and our hands touched again as she offered the bottle to me. The spark was even more electric, and we both squirmed a bit, likely thinking about the same thing.

"What does your wife think of your drinking with others?" She asked.

I stepped even closer to her as I took the bottle from her, and said, "I don't have a wife. I call the shots. I don't like to be told what to do."

I took the bottle and studied the label, then allowed my eyes to obviously look her up and down again.

"This is quality stuff," I said, my meaning clear that I was talking about her and not just the wine. "I'd love to enjoy it later tonight at my resort."

Emily looked up and me and bit her quivering lip. She licked her lips slightly.

"How would you enjoy it?" she asked. "Would you just gently sip it?"

"Oh No," I answered as our eyes locked. "I would absolutely devour it, savagely, like it's the last bottle of wine I will ever drink!"

"Oh!" Emily cried out, and I saw her shudder slightly, like she had caught a chill. I wondered briefly whether she had just had an orgasm.

I whispered my resort and room number into her ear, then said "eight o'clock. Don't be late."

I turned and walked away, paying for the wine and leaving her there watching me.

I enjoyed a quiet dinner and drink after, then headed back to my room to wait for Emily. I showered and shaved my balls, then took an ED pill- I wanted to make sure I was as hard as possible and could go several times. I wanted Emily to remember this night forever.

At 8:00 sharp, I heard a quiet knock on my door.

"It's open," I yelled.

My room was more like an apartment- a small kitchen, living space and bedroom with an easy chair and large bathroom, sunken tub and walk-in shower. I liked to have the best when I travelled, and this was no exception.

I was in the living area, seated on the love seat, two glasses of wine in front of me.

"Hi Emily," I said with a smile.

She smiled back and sat down in a chair opposite me. I handed her a glass of wine, and she took a sip.

"Oh my this is delicious," she exclaimed.

I was eyeing her as she sipped. She looked great- blond hair that framed her face nicely, her eyes sparkling. She wore a light sweater that exposed a good amount of cleavage between her large, soft tits.

She smelled great too- a scent I couldn't quite place but which was arousing my primal senses as we sat and chatted. I was willing to bet that she tasted great too.

"Does your husband know you're here?" I asked?

"He knows I'm out with a man," she answered. "He asked me not to go, but I told him I needed this."

"Let me guess," I said. "He treats you like a princess, but you want to be treated like a slut, right?"

Emily looked down in shame.

"You want to let loose, be called names, act like a wonton whore, don't you?"

"Is that weird?" She asked.

"Nothing is weird when it comes to sex," I assured her. "People have their needs."

"Get over here Emily." I ordered. "Crawl."

She put her glass down and got on her knees. On all fours she crawled over to me. I opened my legs and she positioned herself between them.

I placed my hand on her cheek, then leaned down to kiss her. Emily's mouth opened and we kissed, our tongues dancing in a very familiar way. Her kissing was exquisite, her lips soft, her tongue active and tasting of wine.

But romance was not in the cards today.

I placed my hand in her hair, then yanked her head back.

"Suck my cock, cheating slut," I scolded her.

Emily's hands worked frantically on my belt buckle and zipper. I lifted my hips and she slid them down and off while removed my shirt, leaving me in a pair of black briefs. The head of my cock was peeking through the band of the briefs.

Grabbing my waistband, Emily pulled my briefs down, my cock being fully exposed and my balls flopped free as well.

"Oh God," Emily groaned as she grabbed my cock with both hands. "This is twice the size of my husband's dick."

She pumped it a few times, feeling it reach maximum hardness as she stared at it. A drop of precum formed, then slowly slid down the front of my shaft.

Emily licked it up with the tip of her tongue, then looked up at me and whispered, "make me your slut."

I reached out with both hands and gripped her head. I guided her toward my cock. As her mouth opened, I pushed her head down into my lap. My cock invaded her throat, and the sound of the head passing her gag point filled the room.

Emily gagged and convulsed, slapping at my thighs as a request for me to let her up for air. But I denied the request, holding her firmly on my cock.

Eventually her throat widened and adjusted to the invasion, so I pulled her back by her hair, then started a steady rhythm. In and out, up and down, I fucked her face harder and harder with each stroke.

"Good girl," I complimented her.

I felt my cum boiling in my balls, so I stood up to finish.

"Look at me," I ordered.

Her eyes met mine as I increased my pace, really hammering away on her. Emily was drooling, thick wads of mucous flowing out of her mouth as her body provided lubrication to help her take my cock.

"I'm gonna come down your throat, cheating whore."

I held her firm, her nose against my abdomen, and unloaded into Emily's throat. Semen immediately filled her sinuses. She was trying to swallow, but the volume was too much. With a cough and a gag, cum flew out of her nose, dripping onto the floor and joining the puddle of mucous. I held her there for another second, then pulled my cock out of her throat, the last few spurts of cum landing on her tongue.

I withdrew completely, and Emily looked up at me once again. She was a mess- cum and mucous on her face; eyes watering and makeup smeared; lips red and swollen. She was gorgeous.

Offering her a hand, I helped her to her feet. I attacked her mouth with my own, a sloppy kiss that smeared the throat-fuck cocktail all over my own face, the flavor of my cum evident in the mixture. Emily groaned with arousal as my hands cupped her round, sexy ass.

I broke our kiss and led Emily to the bedroom. I handed her a towel to wipe her face while I laid on the bed and instructed her, "strip for me, but leave your underwear on. You don't have to dance around like a stripper, just undress slowly."

Emily lifted her sweater over her head, revealing a bright red bra that was having trouble containing her big, soft, sexy tits. Her jeans were next, revealing a matching red thong covering the heaven between her legs. She spun around to show me her ass; round, luscious cheeks that complimented her tits perfectly.

Turning back around to face me, she unhooked her bra from the front, those scrumptious globes dropping free, nipples pink and hard. Emily cupped them and pushed them together, leaning her head down to lick one of her own nipples.

"Come over here," I ordered, patting the bed to indicate that she should sit, facing me. "Finger yourself."

Emily pulled her thongs to the side and slid a finger up and down her wet slit, then pushed a finger inside. She moved it in and out as I watched, my eyes back and forth between her own eyes and the action between her legs.

"Taste yourself," I told her. She withdrew her finger and licked it, then sucked it into her mouth.

"More" I said, and Emily resumed her masturbation, rubbing her clit and sticking a finger back inside herself.

"Two fingers," was my next instruction, and Emily's eyes rolled back as she stretched her cunt wider with two fingers.

"Give me a taste," I said as I opened my mouth.

Emily laid her sticky fingers on my tongue, and I sucked them into my mouth. She tasted sweet, like honey and fruit, and I hummed around her fingers in appreciation.

I released her fingers and she went back to her cunt, now thrusting her fingers in and out furiously.

"Don't you dare come," I warned her.

She immediately stopped, with a groan of frustration. I sensed that she was close, and my orders to stop left her on edge.

"Rub some pussy juice on your nipples. I want to taste you when I'm fucking you."

The frustration got more intense as Emily's arousal increased further. Our eyes were connected as she smeared her fluids on her steel hard nipples.

"Do you do this for your husband?" I asked.

Emily shook her head. "He thinks masturbation is a a sin."

I shifted down on the bed slightly, now laying almost flat. I motioned for Emily to come to me.

"Plant that sweet married pussy on my face. Smother me with that gorgeous cunt."

Emily's eyes were on fire as she pulled her thong off to the side, exposing her juicy, meaty cunt to me, and dropped it right onto my open mouth and waiting tongue.

"Oh, fuck yes, eat my married pussy," she cried as I drove my tongue into her hole, then sucked the meat of her labia into my mouth while my tongue worked her clit. Emily was primed, and it didn't take long before she forced herself down even harder and exploded in orgasm.

"I'm coming!! Suck my married cunt," she yelled as her sticky fluid coated my face.

I continued my work on her, not letting her recover from one orgasm before I worked toward the next one. She was beside herself, her filthy mouth on fire with a string of profanities as I brought her to the brink once more.

Emily was frantic as I brought her to a third orgasm, and I felt her body go limp. She gripped the headboard of the bed and held on to keep from collapsing on me.

Now fully hard again, it was time for the next round. With my hands on her hips, I moved Emily's body down across mine, her wet pussy leaving a trail down my chest and stomach. Within moments, the head of my cock was at her entrance.

Releasing her grip on the headboard, Emily looked down at me and said, "please go slo..."

Sadly for Emily, she didn't get a chance to finish that thought. Not that it would have mattered- slow isn't my style.

I pulled her down onto my cock and thrust my hips upward, driving my full length into her in one violent motion.

Emily cried out as I bottomed out, "Oh fuck, holy shit," she screamed as my dick hit new depths within her. I pulled back and thrust again, and again, holding onto her hips. Each thrust brought new cry from Emily, until her insides adjusted, and her cries turned to low moans of pleasure.

Once I was sure she had adjusted, I slowed my pace and grabbed her hands, pushing her up into a sitting position. She looked amazing, now slowly riding me, her big soft tits heaving and her skin red and flush with excitement.

"Jesus I thought you were gonna kill me," she breathed, her voice labored and out of breath. "I've never felt anything like that."

I smiled and said, "well, I'm not done with you yet!"

Emily began to rock slowly, my hands on her tits and pinching her nipples as she rocked a bit faster, creating friction on her clit as she moved. Faster and faster her hips moved, until she was sweating and moaning.

She cried, "oh God, I'm gonna come again, and I don't know what to do."

Her orgasm hit her and she flopped forward onto me again, seemingly spent from about four orgasms over the prior 30 minutes.

I allowed her to come down, my hands now on her ass, rubbing the smooth globes. After a minute, I began thrusting up into her, slowly but firmly, deep strokes as my cock withdrew almost all the way, then firmly back in.

Emily lifted her head and looked at me.

"I'm so sensitive. I'm not sure how much more I can take. Can you come soon?"

She clearly didn't know me very well.

I looked at her with a serious look, and said, "I'll come whenever I'm good and ready. And it won't be until I own this married cunt."

With my hands on her hips, I aggressively flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide with my hands on her ankles.

I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, and she shuddered every time I hit her over-worked clit. Finally I drove my length into her, dropped her legs and grabbed her by the wrists, pinning them above her head as I pounded her.

"Take my cock, fuckin married slut, cheating whore. I don't care how sensitive you are, you can pass out for all I care."

I was relentless, and Emily thrashed her bed back and forth, fighting through yet another orgasm that was almost too intense for her to take.

When she came again, I slowed my pace slightly, releasing her wrists and grabbing her by the backs of her knees. I pushed them back toward her head, then locked them behind my elbows. She was now completely helpless and exposed. It was time for the kill.

She had recovered from her sensitivity by now, and she grabbed my face in her hands.

"Fuck me! Pound me! Cum in me and claim this married pussy!"

I hammered away, and soon felt the cum boiling in my balls. So I slowed my pace just a touch. Emily sensed it.

"Oh yes," she cried, "do it, come in me, please, I need your cum."

With a roar I unloaded, so intense that now it was me that almost passed out. I held deep in her, releasing her legs and falling down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me, holding me tight inside of her.

"Mmmm I can feel you throbbing inside me," she whispered in my ear. "Your cum is so warm."

I remained inside her as I finished coming. We laid in silence for a moment, and eventually my dick fell out of her with a wet plop. I kissed her, then slowly descended down her body. Kissing and licking her tits, nipples and belly button on my way to my prize- Emily's cream pie.

She opened her legs and welcomed me, and her pussy oozed my cum. Placing my mouth on her open cunt, I reached into her with my tongue, then sucked out a mouthful of my semen. Raising up and hovering over her, I opened my mouth, and she hers. My cum dripped from my lips and onto her waiting tongue.

Emily moaned again as my cum hit her tongue, and we shared a kiss as we snowballed my load.

I finally rolled off of her, and we laid next to each other on our backs on the bed, panting and regaining our composure.

After a minute, we got up and threw on some resort robes, then reclined on the loveseat to finish the wine. We were strangers really, having met only briefly, but our connection in the wine store was strong enough to draw us to this place, alone together.

We talked about regular stuff- career, kids, future plans. Our conversation was easy and comfortable. She mentioned that she had to be home in a couple hours.

After the bottle was empty, I stood and removed my robe, then sat back down on the loveseat. Emily needed no instruction, and positioned herself between my legs once again. This time, she made love to my cock and balls with her mouth, lips and tongue for a good fifteen minutes. When I was fully hard, she sat back and squeezed my shaft hard with one hand, causing blood to flow to the head and turn it dark red, almost purple.

"This is the sexiest cock I've ever seen," she said, then she licked a drop of precum that began to flow down my shaft.

My eyes told her what was next, and she stood to shed her robe, still wearing the red thongs. I stood as well, and guided her back to her knees, bending over onto the loveseat.

Emily had the hottest ass. Perfectly round, soft yet firm, a perfect peach with a few light freckles. I massaged her cheeks gently for a few moments, leaning down to kiss each cheek.

A light hum of approval from Emily woke up my dominant side.

I slapped her ass, hard, eliciting a surprised yelp from her.

"Quiet, cunt," I scolded her.

Grabbing her thong, I ripped it off of her, tearing it in half. It was soaked, from her own arousal and my cum from earlier. Reaching forward, I shoved the torn panties into her mouth.

"Keep your mouth shut, married slut."

I spanked her again. Then again. Each blow caused a muffled yelp behind the thong in her mouth. Her ass cheeks turned redder and redder, yet her hips squirmed more and more.

When she was very red, I spread her cheeks and saw her open cunt, wet with fresh arousal and still dripping my cum. I jammed two fingers into her, then leaned in to tongue her asshole.

"Mmmmm," she moaned again through a stuffed mouth.

I ate her ass for a good five minutes as I fingered her, and a muffled scream let me know that she had reached a climax. That was my cue to get busy, so I stood and unceremoniously rammed my cock into her once more.

I reached forward and pulled the thong out of Emily's mouth, allowing her to fill the room with her filthy words.

"Oh yes, fuck my nasty married pussy, make me your slut, fuck me with that cock and use my cunt."

I rose to my feet, then placed one foot of the edge of the loveseat, really maximizing my leverage and pounding her with brute force. I moved my foot to her face, placing it on her cheek and shoving her face into the sofa cushion.

"Cheating whore," I scolded her. "Fuckin' trash cunt."

Emily moaned as I degraded her, enjoying the freedom of being humiliated at the hands of a stranger.