After considerable thought I have at last decided to share this extraordinary story with anyone who has a fascination for the super natural, or frankly anyone who is drawn to the excesses of sexual pleasure. Writing and sharing my fantastical experience has given me a sense of understanding of the events that culminated in an explosive climax in the bonding of human and demon lust last Halloween. Understand, that as this journey into the unknown became more real, more exciting, more frightening, I have only just been able to piece together the events that brought two ordinary unexceptional loving people plunging headlong into an encounter with something out of this world. One of those, my wife Emily, becoming a willing sacrifice to ultimate unworldly sexual depravity.
So where did it start? Well now I know the germ was a new colleague of Emily's, Mary-Jayne, or as she liked to be called Lilith.
Lilith joined as a junior to my wife several months before our Halloween experience. Emily and I were on holiday when Lilith was recruited. It was Emily's first day back to work after a great vacation when she met Lilith for the first time. To say Emily was not impressed was an understatement.
"She's weird!" Emily proclaimed when she got home that night.
"Why is that?" I asked, more out of politeness than interest.
"Her name is Mary-Jayne, a lovely name, right?" Emily started, "Does she want to be called that? Oh no, it has to be Lilith. What sort of name is Lilith for Christ sake?" Emily postured and continued. "Not only does she not want to be called by her given name, she will ignore anyone her calls her Mary-Jayne!" Emily, exasperated, stopped her rant. Any thought though she had finished soon evaporated.
"And another thing." She started. "She has a thing for black." Emily started to count on her fingers, "Black hair, black makeup, black lipstick, black nail varnish, ohh and a wardrobe from what I saw today, all black."
"And she has a strange taste in jewellery." Emily continued more calmly.
"Strange?" I asked.
"Yeah, she wears this ring that looks like a goat's head, I mean really?" Emily said with a questioning expression.
Not that I am familiar with such things, and not quick to judge but I doubted the ring was a goat's head in the literal sense. I kept my thoughts on that to myself.
The irritation of Lilith continued for few days more, mostly around her wardrobe choice. Not all black after all it seemed. She also wore all red or all white but never a mixture of colours.
"Does she work well for you?" I asked attempting to divert Emily's thoughts from Lilith's fashion tastes.
Emily stopped and paused thoughtfully, "She is a bloody good worker, a quick learner, actually the best I've had."
Suffice to say, the comments about her co-worker soon stopped and Lilith's name was not mentioned again. As for me I forgot all about Emily's colleague. Over the coming months though, slowly but surely the influence of Lilith's dark sinister side would have a profound effect on our lives, as you will find out as my story will reveal.
At first our calm and ordinary life seemed to tick along quite happily as usual. Two people in a long established, stable marriage, parents to grown up children; getting along with living and the pleasures it brings. A few things surprised me about Emily at the time, just because it was a bit different to the norm. I will elaborate on that shortly. Enough to arouse suspicion? No perhaps I was not paying quite enough attention. The only thing I will add at this stage is that Emily did become very accomplished at hiding the growing influence Lilith was having on her.
I did say I would give some examples of little changes in the weeks following the 'introduction' of Lilith. Emily and her colleagues would go out for a night once every three months. A casual affair at a local restaurant or pub. Her normal attire would be jeans and a casual top. This particular occasion she had chosen to wear a black skirt with a black and grey striped blouse and black heels. She looked really sexy as the clothes hugged her curves, but it did seem a bit austere for a fun evening with work mates.
A few weeks later Emily announced she was going to a retirement do one night after work. On this occasion she opted for a red swing style dress with small white poker dots. So long since I had seen it that I thought it had long gone, but seeing it again I loved the way it accentuated her boobs and plunging cleavage. I wished I was going to the event and enjoying how hot my wife looked.
A few weeks later and Emily is going out again. I could not recall the last time Emily was going out on so many work-related activities. This time I did ask.
"Another retirement or just another night out?" I asked a little sarcastically.
"It's Lilith's birthday. Just going out with colleagues and some of her friends". I was surprised and responded as such.
"Ahh Lilith. The last time we had a conversation about her you were least than impressed." I replied. Emily seemed tense a bit fractious.
"We get on. I like her a lot." Emily retorted, then continued, "It's her birthday and I'm going out to enjoy it."
The evening of the night out did not improve things, the atmosphere between us was a bit tense to say the least. When Emily descended the stairs from our bedroom, she was wearing a predominately white dress, full to the neck. It had a virginal quality that teamed with white stilettos, looked incredibly sexy. I also knew it was a dress I had not seen before. This was new and very different to what she would normally wear. When she went out that night, I have to say her uneasiness, her evident tension was what hit me. It was the first time I felt suspicious and wondered if something was going on.
If I had concerns, they were forgotten that night. Our sex life over time had become let's say predictable, pedestrian even. We enjoyed it when it happened but we had become complacent. If we had sex at all it was because I instigated it.
Emily came home later than usual and had decided to go to bed straight away. I didn't even get to ask her if she had a good time. I followed shortly later. It was not unusual to see she had fallen asleep reading one her favourite crime novels, the book lying on the bed. As I got into bed, Emily stirred and cuddled up to me. To my surprise, she slid her hand down my chest, over my stomach until finally sliding her hand teasingly over my rapidly hardening cock. I sucked air between my teeth as she started to slowly wank me. In response I moved my hand across her boobs and down to her finely trimmed down and between her already open legs. Her pussy was already deliciously wet, she was so turned on. She squirmed to my touch and moaned softly as I teased her clit and pushed between her swollen lips. I gasped as Emily gripped my cock harder, the sensation was incredible. Soon she stopped stroking me and her sighs of pleasure increased as her orgasm started to build. I pushed my fingers deeper into her sex and she squealed enjoying the sensuous penetration and almost immediately her body trembled and shook as her climax tore through her. She lay there panting for several minutes, her eyes closed savouring the afterglow of welcome relief. I watched her intently waiting impatiently for her to return to continue our hot indulgence. Finally, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me, I remembered thinking at the time it was a hungry look. In virtually one motion she had cast off the duvet, leaving us totally exposed and her kneeling up on the bed. She stared down at my erect weapon and reached to grasp it again. Without looking at me, I watched with eager delight as Emily leaned down and enclosed my cock fully in her mouth. I gasped and writhed to the incredible sensations of her sucking me, the touch of her tongue sliding around my shaft. I always enjoyed her blowjobs, but this felt different. I recall thinking she was driven by utter lust, a greed for my cock. She rarely took me completely in her mouth, but I watched transfixed as she engulfed me, her hand corkscrewing my rod giving me pleasure like I cannot remember experiencing before. The downside was she had me wanting to come all too soon that annoyingly would rob me of enjoying the best head I had for a while. Not only that, as Emily hated the taste and the texture of come, she would pull off me at the critical moment and finish me off by wanking me to climax. She could feel my body tense and my cock swell as the moment of no return hit on me. As anticipated and disappointedly Emily released my cock from her mouth. She crawled over me and stared into my eyes.
"Fuck me" She demanded, "Fuck me hard. I want your cock!" she snarled. Emily rolled onto her back beside me and opened her legs. As I started to move over her she pulled my arm tightly and dragged me over her. Not waiting for me to guide my cock into her she grabbed and pulled it and me to the vibrant entrance to her love hole. Poised above her I rammed her hard and deep.
