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   The thing about crossing the line is that once they are stepped beyond
it you can't go back and some people never forgive or forget.  It began
with a kiss.  Not ours but one of Emma's friends.  While at a fireworks
party we stood outside in the cold and smoky air watching the display when
we both decided that being rather inadequately dressed for the cold we
would duck back to the house and watch from the distant warmth of the
lounge.

   The house was a lovely old converted farm building owned by one of our
friends with a good sized field attached to it.  The display was being
set-off from the far end some two hundred metres or so from the house hence
why we were all gathered in the cold.

   Emma and I left the group and emerging from the smoky fog from the
bonfire then made our way back towards the warmth of the house leaving
everyone else to ooh and ah, that was when we noticed one of our friends,
Julie, standing against the outside wall almost concealed by the shadows.
Now she was married and her husband was one of those who had volunteered to
help with the fireworks, yet she was not alone.

   We were two thirds of the way back, well clear of the smoke and close to
the trees that lined the right-hand fence, so we were hidden from everyone
including Julie and friend.  Emma and I seemed to notice her at the same
time, when the couple were partially lit by the light from the explosions
above.  As we stopped we saw the man cup her breast from behind as she
turned then they proceeded to kiss; very long, deep and with a great deal
of passion.

   Emma muttered `My God!' as they embraced before they split, glancing
nervously around to see that no one was about to catch them.  Emma gripped
my hand as we were rooted to the spot watching voyeuristically as,
satisfied they could not be seen by the smoke engulfed party, Julie began
to grind her rear into the man.  They were pretty well hidden even from us
so at first it was only a shadowy outline that implied this until another
rocket gave us a brief view of their antics.

   Julie was pushing herself hard into his crotch while the man worked his
hand down her leggings and into her sex.  We stood watching as the light
gave us prolonged if shadowy snapshots of their antics then they seemed to
forget that they were only a few hundred metres from her husband and
children and she allowed him to push her knickers and leggings down then
stood leaning against him her knees parted as his large black hand moved
rapidly until she doubled over apparently having a huge climax.

   A few seconds later they kissed, his hands massaging her pert rear
before she broke away and hastily pulled her clothing together.  I had
expected her to leave or at least move away from her lover but to my great
surprise she resumed her grinding for a few minutes then after a whispered
conversation the two of them parted making guiltily for the kitchen door at
the side of the house.

   Emma repeated her `My God' and then said `did you see that!'
rhetorically.  After a couple of minutes longer we made our own way to the
kitchen door then with a glance to confirm we were of a like mind tip-toed
in and through to the hall trying to see what they were up to, as if we
couldn't guess.

   It was fairly quiet but we could make out some heavy breathing and then
a couple of grunts, both female.  We got into the hall without too much
noise but it was an old house and after a few squeaky steps we stopped,
trying not to giggle listening until we were sure the two lovers were
making enough noise to mask our cautious approach.

   The stairs had a turn a third of the way up before they ended at a
gallery at the top.  The large window there faced the back garden and that
was where the two of them stood.  It was hard to make out clearly because
there was very little light here but as our eyes adjusted we could see
Julie standing against the window with the man behind her thrusting
determinedly.

   She was panting and groaning and the squelching sounds of his manhood
sliding in and out, of what was clearly a very loose hole, were plain to us
as we stood watching below.  He was getting faster and she was now urging
him on in a louder and louder voice.  Then a little before he reached his
own climax there was a loud series of bangs and the hall was lit by
brilliant white light streaming in from the windows above.  We could
finally see him holding her narrow hips as they worked together his large
frame dwarfing hers, while her hands supported her shaking body against the
window ledge.

   She let out a muted scream then swore a few times before he yelled and
she urged him on.  It was hard to tell what was going on as there was once
again very little light but we could hear them both moan together and then
they slumped against the window.

   Emma, who had gripped my hand tightly throughout, tugged me away and we
slipped back to the kitchen then out into the cold night.  It was strange
but for some foolish reason I'd rather expected their mutual climax to have
coincided with the end of the display but of course it was still going on
so we edged our way down to the trees and stood cuddling until the event
finally finished.  It was just as it did so that Emma gave me a nudge and
we noticed Julie heading up towards the far end, alone.

   With the display now finished we all gathered at the house for mulled
wine and snacks while the children tore around the lower part of the
garden. I watched Mark, Julie's husband standing with his arm around his
wife's shoulders oblivious to her sexual antics as she stood chatting to
friends seemingly without a self-conscious thought.

   Emma had decided to mingle so I did too; chatting to friends in a rather
distracted way until to my embarrassment Julie came over and began to chat
with our little group.  I tried to act normally but it was really hard as
part of me wanted to be horrified at her adultery while another part was
feeling extremely turned on especially as Julie was someone I've always
found very attractive.

   She was completely relaxed and we talked about many things, at first
without Mark and then with him.  Finally Emma joined me and soon it was
just the four of us talking.  I was sure Emma was feeling the same mixture
of emotions as me as she seemed a little more agitated than would be
normal, I on the other hand tried to keep my continually returning erection
hidden.

   Then while Emma relayed a rather long story of our recent calamitous
shopping trip to Oxford the previous week; when we lost one of our children
in a large store, Julie became distracted glancing away a few times.  It
was then that I noticed her lover standing arm draped around his partner
just a few paces behind me.  I checked him out more closely and noting he
was both significantly old than us; possibly mid-fifties while his partner
was only in her late twenties at the most.

   Julie aware that I'd noticed her distraction excused herself going over
to chat to the wife by way of covering her interest and pointedly ignoring
the large black guy almost entirely at first.  Emma shot me a glance but
continued to chat to Mark a knowing smile briefly crossing her face.

   We mingled a little more then gathered our clan and after thanking our
hosts traipsed through the house to the front door, as we passed the study
Emma nudged me pointing discretely at Julie who we could just see in a very
amorous embrace with her husband in the near darkness of the room.

   We finally made our way home but didn't speak about the event at all
until the children were safely in bed and asleep.  We sat down in the
lounge with a glass of wine each then Emma simply started to laugh.

   "Christ Paul!  That was something else!  I mean I never thought Julie
would do such a thing.  God that was so hot!"

   With that she took my glass and placed it on the table next to us and
began to kiss me.  I was certainly more than a little turned on and within
minutes were playing with each other.  Emma gave the stairs a final check
before closing the door and coming over and grabbing my erection.  She
pumped me twice then kicking her own leggings off she mounted me.  I could
feel her juices running down me as she worked up and down then she began to
whisper.

   "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." She confessed.  "She was
such a slut and he was such a strong looking guy.  I bet his cock was
enormous."

   "I didn't think Julie was like that." I said.

   "You're jealous!" Emma said teasingly.

   "Well she is a hottie." I retorted, teasing.

   "Oh.  So I'm a boring old mum while she's a hottie!" She teased.

   "No you're a hottie too." I said honestly.

   "But not like Julie." She continued.

   "You're just as hot as Julie and you know it."

   "Really?  You think I could have had a chance with her black stud if I'd
played my cards right?"

   "I don't doubt it.  Although he could have snapped you in two." I said
holding her small waist as she bounced up and down.  "Julie must be six
inches taller than you."

   "You think I'm too delicate for a big black guy then?"

   I laughed and said `possibly' as we began to work together really hard.

   "It was hot though." She repeated.  "I wonder how she ended up with him?
And how long it's been going on for?  The way they were going at it I
suspect they've done it more than a few times." I just grunted at this as
she continued: "Letting him bring her off outside with everyone about was
such an animalistic thing to do.  God what a slut!"

   "So you're jealous!" I retorted.

   "Maybe a little!" She replied laughing.

   "Fancy a big black lover, do you?" I said as a joke but she didn't
answer straight away then said with a groan.

   "Doesn't every girl, deep down?"

   "You think?"

   "Sure." She said fixing me with her eyes; she was getting close I could
tell.  "It's the most common fantasy; having sex with a big black man."

   "Seriously?  Or it that just yours?"

   "I...  I don't know..." She gasped.  "Maybe it's just mine...  God fuck
me!" She was going mad and then we came together.  After finishing our wine
we giggled all the way to bed and slept soundly.

   We were out the following day and I guess too exhausted to even think
about sex.  After that various meetings and work related matters got in the
way so it was a week later before we were seriously in the mood again.  The
children had been long asleep and we felt able to spend time making love to
each other slowly, during which Julie's antics came up for discussion
again.

   "What do you think Mark would do if he found out?" I said after Emma had
suggested Julie had probably been with the guy for weeks if not longer.

   "Well that's the real question isn't it?  I mean does he know, did he
arrange it, does he like to watch." She was playing with me as she said
this.

   "Do you think he knows?" I said with doubt in my voice.

   "Well let's be frank about this he looked hung like a horse, she will
have been stretched by him so there is no way she'd feel the same."

   "Well..." I said "Firstly I don't think Mark would stand for it and
secondly you don't know he's big, it's just a guess.  He might be tiny for
all we know."

   "I saw him Paul!  I don't know where you were looking but I could see
his monster cock going in and out of her and there's something else."

   "What." I said as she got on top.

   "He didn't have a condom on, so with such massive balls he will have
pumped a huge amount of cum in her, she must have been leaking like a tap
for the rest of the night!"

   "So you're saying that if they made love, Mark would know?"

   "You saw Mark, he was gagging for it!  No there is no doubt about it
they will have done it that night!  The question is; is it something Mark's
so used to that he thinks it's natural for her to be like that or does he
know?  "

   "I think it'd be pretty obvious to him."

   "I don't know.  He might just think she is getting very wet and open
when she's excited." She was working on me very slowly which was erotic and
getting me hot, rather quickly.

   "What's your favourite fantasy?" She asked after a few minutes.

   "I don't know."

   "Sure you do.  You used to say you wanted to see me with another girl.
Is that still true?"

   "Maybe."

   "Come on Paul, let's share a few fantasies.  I'll tell you one of mine
first?"

   "OK." I said rather nervously, wondering if I could actually put words
to them.

   "I'd like to dress in some really raunchy gear and go to a night club
where I could grind my body against lots of blokes, knowing I would be
going home with you."

   "You tease!" I said "Is that true or just made up for the occasion?"

   "True.  I've always wanted to buy some really naughty clothes.  Which is
another fantasy of mine: I'd love to dress in fetish gear and have a night
with you acting like a real sleazy slut." She was breathing hard so
whatever she was saying was a genuine turn on to her so I guess also true.
"Now you." She said.

   "OK.  I'd like to...  I'd like to have sex like Julie and that guy did."

   "Go on." She said in a deep breathy voice.

   "I'd like to strip off your trousers and bring you off with others
nearby."

   "God yes!" She said.  "I'd love that.  What else."

   "Your turn." I said feeling a little exposed

   "Well...  I'd like to go with a woman...  actually anyone.  I'd like to
be taken by someone and used." She moaned at this point as she climaxed and
I waited as she came down, hoping she would want to bring me off.  To my
surprise after a few moments she started again and I realised that
unusually for her she was still feeling very excited.

   "I'd like to go out dressed slutty." She said after a few minutes.  "I'd
like to wear a really short skirt that showed my knickers and a top that
exposed my breasts.  I'd like to go to a theatre and sit in the dark
playing with myself.  I'd like to sit next to another man in the dark and
then go down on him and suck his cock and I'd like to drink his cum." Her
words came out fast and furious as she gathered pace.

   "Now you!" She said.  Then after a few moments, while I gathered my
thoughts, she pushed "...Well?"

   "I'd like to fuck you in the theatre.  Take you to the toilet and get
you to sit on me."

   "What about doing me inside the theatre itself?"

   "Yes, that too.  I'll fuck you as you suck the stranger's cock."

   "Oh yes." She hissed moving frantically.

   "Yes, I'll lift your skirt and fuck you and most of the people will hear
you as you cum.  Shit!" I said as I came.  Emma sped up and worked on me
until she went over the top again and collapsed on me in a heap.

   "Fuck!  That was really good!" She said in satisfied voice.

   It was the first time we'd really shared sexual fantasies and was the
first boundary to be crossed.  Inevitably we revisit this idea quite often
in the weeks that followed which of course meant our fantasy talk became
more commonplace: Eventually after just a couple of months of embellishing
the same story Emma moved it on to something new.

   "I'd like to go to a bar dressed as a cheap slut and tease some guy
until he forces me onto my knees without permission.  You would be watching
of course but he would be big and mean and you'd just have to let him use
my mouth so we could get out without any further trouble." She said
deviating from her theatre fantasy for the first time.

   "I'd also like to dress as a slut and spend a night working as a
pole-dancer." She said with a grin.  "Of course I'd have to do a private
dance or two and give extras with my mouth!  Your turn" She said finally as
I raced towards my own orgasm.

   "I'd like to...  fuck Julie!" I blurted.  "I want to use her whore pussy
and pump my cum in her and you would help." I hissed as I approached my
climax.

   "Yes!  Yes I'd help seduce her and we could use her together.  I could
even taste you cum from her lips." She grunted.  I had my climax but
continued to work as hard as I could to get Emma off.  "Talk to me." She
said desperate to have her orgasm.  "Be really dirty!"

   "I'd also make you suck my cum from her pussy.  And maybe make you suck
her other lovers cum our at times as well."

   "Oh crap!  Yes, yes you could arrange for me to use my mouth to clean
her out after every session she has with her lover." She blurted and rushed
towards her climax.

   "Yes she'd probably just turn up at our door with her pussy full of cum
and you'd have to clean it there and then."

   "Fuck, fuck, yes...  fuck!" She barked as she shook violently, climaxing
hard.

   "Wow!" She said finally panting hard as we kissed.  "Now that is one
hell of a fantasy!"

   We took the children up to London for the day, for some late Christmas
shopping and to see the lights, in mid-December.  After a busy morning we
went to China Town for lunch then wandered about for a while letting the
Children enjoy the lively atmosphere.  Quite suddenly Emma suggested she go
off for a little secret shopping trip of her own pointing us towards Covent
Garden.  The children who were nine and twelve were happy enough to wander
around a little longer before we found the nominated café and sat with
drinks until Emma finally came back some time later.  She said she had a
number of presents for us so unless we wanted to spoil the surprises so
shouldn't be too nosy.

   It was a tiring day so that night when we went to bed I didn't expect
any antics but that was when Emma sprang her first major surprise.  She
disappeared into the shower room emerging a while later to stand in front
of the bed as my jaw dropped.

   She had on a white basque with sheer-white stockings, white heels, her
hair held with a white ribbon and a tiny white thong that was little more
than a narrow strip of thin material passing over her now trimmed pussy and
up between the cheeks of her rear.  It was probably an inch wide at the
front all the way up to the cord-like material circling her hips and was
stretched tightly so that her camel-toe could be seen.

   Emma still had a great figure so she looked fantastic and as she stood
there I was lost for words

   She came over to the bed pulled back the duvet and tugged down my
shorts. Then without a word she began to suck me.  I was soon humping up at
her as I raced to a quick climax but despite warning her of this she
continued to work hard at me until I erupted with a groan as she swallowed
my juices without a pause.

   After a quick trip back to the bathroom to clean her teeth (not the most
erotic part of the night but it gave me a chance to recover) she returned
and said in a sexy voice: "OK lover I want you to give me what I need." She
then lay on the bed and pulled her ankles up parting her legs showing that
her thong was now between the lips of her pussy with its gusset wet with
her excitement.

   I pushed the thong to one side and attempted to work my near-erection
into her hole but I wasn't quite there yet and the tight material made it
almost impossible so I stopped and went down on her; sucking her lips and
delving inside her for a few minutes until I felt myself become fully hard
again.

   This time I was able to work myself inside her and she groaned as I
pushed home.  Her legs went around my back and after a few minutes she
locked then behind me.

   "Push in deep." She said then muttered: "Do you love my new clothes?"

   "They're great." I stated trying to adjust myself as the gusset rubbed
my cock annoyingly.

   "I'm going to wear them to your works Christmas lunch next week." She
said in a low sexy voice.  "And maybe at the school dinner-dance, under a
short dress."

   The though of her in them while we were out with my work colleagues was
a turn on but the thought of her dancing with me, flashing her stocking
tops and more really helped to get me excited."

   "You'll look great!" I said.

   "You haven't seen my dress yet, it leaves nothing to the imagination!"
She said then gasped and I felt the walls of her pussy contract as she
came. I continued for a few moments longer then realising she was spent I
stopped.  Emma put her hand on my cock but I told her it was ok and after
turning off the light we slipped under the duvet where we quickly fell
asleep.

   I woke in the early hours to her giving me oral sex for the second time
then without a word she climbed on top of me and we made love slowly
together.  She still wore everything, except the heels which she'd kicked
off, so it was very sexy especially when she rose up and sat on me moving
in the dark.

   "You do like me in this?" She said fishing.

   "You look great."

   "You really would like me to wear this under my outfits wouldn't you?

   "Yes of course."

   "Good, then I'm going to wear them all the time." She then bent down and
whispered: "Besides I have some other stuff that's really, really tarty!"
We made love silently until she sensed I was getting close then she
upped the pace; clearly she'd been holding herself back.  We moved together
until we were now on the verge then she grunted: "You absolutely must take
me to a theatre." She said as she came.  I found myself exploding with her

and we clung to each other then fell back to sleep exhausted.

   The following morning our nine year-old decided to worm her way into our
bed causing Emma to slide out and make a dash for the bathroom still in her
sexy clothes but Kate was more than half asleep and didn't take any notice.

   I suppose the Christmas lunch was a bit of an anti-climax or at least
the fact that despite Emma's vow to wear her sexy underwear she had her
period so didn't feel in the mood besides the weather was bitter and warm
clothes were a must.

   The meal, spent with my six work colleagues and their partners, was
lovely and the restaurant great and because we'd closed the office for the
afternoon we were home by half three which meant the children, both
spending time with friends, wouldn't be back until six or later.

   As soon as we were inside Emma sat me down and knelt between my legs
pulling out my cock.  I protested but she said she wanted to do it and she
then sucked me slowly and very sexily, taking time to kiss my balls, lick
my manhood all over and work me with her hands for ages until I was about
to cum then she stopped and went to the bathroom.  She returned, got us
both a drink, then resumed her position.

   "How good am I at blowing you?" She asked genuinely.

   "Great." I replied

   "No really.  I know I'm not that good.  So what can I do to improve?"

   "It's fantastic." I said with a smile.

   "Don't say that!  I know you enjoy it but I also know I could do a lot
better.  What do other women do?

   "I'm not sure." I said but I could tell she wanted me to tell her
something more.  "Well in some stories they claim some women deep throat."

   "What stories?"

   "Well you know, in some books and things."

   "When you say things, you mean in porn magazines." She said.

   "It's been a long time since I've seen one but yes and there's also the
internet."

   "What do they say?  What should I be doing?"

   "Hell, I don't know.  It's been ages."

   "Be critical, what do I do wrong?  And don't say it's great again." She
sat back and looked at me.

   "Well you need to avoid scraping me with you teeth, I guess."

   "OK.  How do I deep throat you?"

   "Look I've never been deep throated so I've no idea."

   She looked at me then nodded and went back to sucking me.  She tried
very hard to keep her teeth away from me and soon I was jerking around as
my cock reached the point of no return.

   "I want to become an expert, so I need a lot of practice." She said then
went at me again bringing me off.  She had a big beaming smile as she
continued to lick and suck me until I went floppy then she tucked me away
gently and zipped me up.  Sitting next to me she picked up her glass of
wine and took a big swig, swilling it about her mouth before swallowing.

   "I'm getting quite a taste for cum but I don't suppose you'd like it
much." she stated then rubbing her teeth with her tongue as if to clean
them she took another gulp of wine put the glass down and kissed me really
passionately.

   Two nights later we had the school Christmas Ball and the children were
at my parents for the night.  We had quite a few hours to get ready before
the taxi arrived so I sat watching sport on TV while Emma had an early
bath.

   It was only half past five and still two hours before the ball when Emma
called for me to come up to our bedroom.  I walked in and came to a halt:
Emma stood in front of me and said in a pseudo innocent voice if she looked
OK for tonight.

   She stood in her white heels wearing a tiny stretch dress that clung to
every curve; so tightly it really was like a second skin.  It was also
ridiculously short; barely a couple of inches below her crotch and was so
thin that the white material showed all of her body clearly underneath; the
darker areoles around her nipples (which protruded blatantly) and the small
dark strip of her uncovered brown pubic hair.

   She wore stockings, not the ones that went with her basque but a pair of
white lacy ones that were hold-ups and there was a clear gap between their
tops and the hem of her skirt.  She had a white choker about her neck and
white ribbon in her hair.  By contrast her lips were painted with bright
red glossy lipstick.

   "So do you think this is ok?" She said keeping her expressing straight.

   "God you look so hot." I replied.

   "Thanks." She smiled.  "I'm not sure if I should wear knickers or just
shave the rest of my pubes off as they'll spoil the lines if I do wear
them."

   I was unable to think of anything else to say and the bulge in my pants
was desperate to be released.  I moved towards her but she pushed me back.

   "Don't!  I don't want to get this creased before we go out.  I need to
do my nails now too so buzz off."

   I looked at her as she continued to shoo me out and I almost gave in but
in the end I grabbed her and sensing the desire in her eyes I threw her to
the bed and dropped my trousers.

   "Stop you bastard!  I don't want to do this!" She said but the lust in
her eyes told a different story.  "Stop you bastard.  This is rape!"

   I ignored her and falling on her I forced her legs wide despite her
trying to stop me then I pushed my very hard erection into her open, wet
and dripping hole.

   She still fought me of a few seconds then she stopped struggling and lay
still as I went at her.  "You bastard!" She grunted finally.  "Raping your
own wife, forcing me to take your cock without asking!  You're using me for
your own sexual pleasure not mine!

   Her words were said between grunts as I continued to pump then after a
few moments I felt her beginning to move with me, she was clearly already
very close.

   "That's it work with me." I urged.

   "Oh please stop you fucking bastard!  You, you absolute Cunt!  This is
rape, I don't want it and I hate you for this." She was getting close now
and her words came out fast; "Oh God, you bastard...  you think because I'm
half dressed and, and my pussy is open and wet...  that you can fuck me
without a care?" Her breathing got faster and faster as she moved with me".
Raping me is a violation.  I said no and I meant it!" With that she
climaxed with a very loud yell before falling very, very still.

   I worked hard to get there but was still a bit away.  "Help me." I asked
but she actually put her flat hands on my chest and yelled "Stop raping
me!" Then to my surprise she actually shoved me really hard and rolled to
the side then pushed me fully away.

   "I've not cum yet." I moaned.

   "That's tough you rapist bastard!" She shouted with more venom than I'd
ever heard before.  "I really, really didn't want you to fuck me!  How many
times do I have to say no?  Yes I was very excited but that was part of the
whole scene I wanted to create!" She was almost in tears now.  "I intended
to tease you for while to make it fun before we went out.  But you've
absolutely ruined the whole thing you FUCKING RAPIST CUNT!" She yelled the
last three words and then thumped me with her balled fist really hard in
the balls.

   I yelled and was instantly engulfed in pain as I rolled to protect
myself.  "I hope they drop off!" She spat then went into the bathroom and
locked the door.

   I was in a sea of agony while feeling angry and guilty in equal measure
although this was followed by a feeling of nausea that lingered for some
time.  I eventually left the bed and walked cautiously to the other
bathroom where after resting for a few minutes I showered.  After dressing
in a robe I went downstairs where I sat sulking in front of the TV for half
an hour or more before finally braving the bedroom.

   Emma had been moving about her bedroom but when I got to the room I
heard her lock our en-suite door.

   "Emma, I'm sorry if I got the wrong idea." I said finally.  "You were,
well frankly I though that's what you wanted me to do."

   "What, throw me onto the bed, force my legs apart, ignore me when I told
you not to again and again then fuck me while I begged you to stop.  You
raped me Paul and I'll never, ever forgive you."

   I felt angry at her words and bit back.  "But you came, I didn't."

   "So it's not rape if I cum?" The definition of rape being that a woman
is violated against her will but if the bloke, by whatever means possible,
gets her to a climax it cannot be rape?"

   "Emma I'm so sorry.  Please forgive me.  I really thought that's what
you wanted me to do.  Christ you know me well enough by now to realise I
would do anything for you and nothing to hurt you."

   "Well you did."

   "Please, please forgive me.  I'm just so sorry.  What can I do to make
it up to you?"

   "Nothing!"

   "Please Emma!"

   "Leave me alone."

   "Don't you want to go to the Ball?  The taxi will be here in about an
hour."

   "Look just let me calm down a bit more please.  Use the other bathroom
and leave me to myself for a little while."

   I did as asked then after a second shave of the day I got my tuxedo out
and made sure my dress shirt was pressed then went back to watching the TV.
Emma called to me about thirty minutes later and I trotted up to our
bedroom.

   She looked fantastic; the dress was mid thigh and lacy with several
layers, I could see the white stockings under it and wondered if she had
decided to go ahead and wear the basque as well but given her previous
state of mind I wasn't too sure.

   "Well?" She said as if our previous issues hadn't occurred.

   "Fabulous!" I said.  "Emma I'm sorry."

   "You will be." She said then smiled.  "Look." She lifted the hem and
exposed her legs, her thong and the lower half of the basque.

   "Wow!  You look so hot!"

   "Thanks" She said genuinely pleased.

   "Look Emma...  "

   "Don't say anything else.  I want this to be a fantastic night."

   "OK." I said and hesitantly approached.  She let me kiss her cheek, her
bright red lips being freshly painted and therefore not to be smudged.

   The evening was good; after the meal we bopped with friends until a
couple of slow dances came on and I got to hold her to me.  I could feel
the basque beneath which had an instant effect on me but she kept me a
little more distant than I'd expected.

   We drove home happily in the taxi and then went up to bed.  I was hoping
things would now be fine between us and I began to kiss her a little more
vigorously however she put her mouth close to my ear and said: "If you
think I'm letting a rapist between my legs you have the wrong idea mate."

   "Emma, I've apologised so many times, what more can I do?  I'll do
anything."

   "Anything?"

   "Sure."

   She looked at me long and hard then said: "OK."

   With that she removed her dress and stood in her basque & stockings
looking fantastic.  "Go down on me then!" I did as commanded and worked my
tongue into her slit.

   "You can remove my thong." She said which I did also revealing her pussy
which to my surprise was now bald.  "Like it?" She asked.

   "God yes." I responded and set to work giving her as much pleasure as I
could.

   She sat on the bed then lay with her feet on the floor as I worked hard
to bring her off.

   "I want you to take me to the cinema next week." She said suddenly.

   "OK."

   "I want to go to one of the ones in London.  The ones that show sex
films."

   I paused but she clamped her knees together and I got the message and
continued.

   "I will wear some sexy clothes and we will sit at the back and you will
play with me.  Anyone who sits next to me will get sucked off." She said
this with a voice dripped with lust so I knew she was close.  "That's ok
isn't it, rapist?"

   "Yes, if that's what you want."

   "More than anything.  I'll do some research on cock sucking first by
reading some sex stories so that I can do a really good job." With that I
felt her muscle moving as her sex cramped with her orgasm.

   I waited until she was over it and moved away then went and changed out
of my suit.  On my return I found her in bed, her clothes strewn on the
floor.  I tried to cuddle her naked body but she shrugged me off and
whispered in a tired voice.  "Keep your fucking rapists hands off me."

   The following morning was very strange.  Emma sat on my face at first
and I dutifully worked my tongue into her but after a while she got off and
went into the spare room returning with her scarves which she tied to the
bed posts.  She then insisted I tie her up tightly and once restrained she
gave me strict instructions about what she wanted from me then got me to
gag and blindfold her.

   I was to make love to her for a while then leave her unsatisfied before
creeping into the room and fucking her really, really aggressively.  Only
after I'd reached my on climax was I to let her go and not, she stressed,
before.

   I did as instructed firstly bringing her close with my mouth and fingers
then I left and boiled the kettle to make tea then returned and slipping
into the bedroom I hammered away at her.  I felt her respond to me as soon
as I was in her and she climaxed quickly but it wasn't that fun after
because she was very still and I found it hard to climax.  I asked if I
could stop but she shook her head so I carried on until I finally finished.

   She lay still for several minutes after I released her then without a
word locked herself in the bathroom.  When she finally came down she was
dressed in jeans and a jumper and seemingly over the previous night.  We
kissed properly for the first time since the `alleged rape' then went to
fetch the girls.

   Nothing much happened then next few days, I was back at work and things
were normal again although I was careful not to try to initiate sex just in
case.  Then Thursday evening just after I got into bed Emma turned towards
me and took my cock in her hand.

   "I've sorted a babysitter for Friday." She said.  "I want to go to
London."

   I knew what she was suggesting but wasn't that clear if she really meant
what she'd said besides the places she was talking about were not really
the places we should be getting near because to be frank neither of us were
really that kind of people but I didn't dare upset her so I said nothing.

   "I've selected the clothes I'm going to wear, I suggest we drive and
park in town so we can get away quickly."

   "OK." I replied guardedly.

   Emma looked at me then took my cock in her mouth and to my surprise
tried to deep throat me.  She worked hard as she attempted to get it down
her throat then moved back a forth until I was ready to blow then she moved
back and I exploded on her tongue.

   She sucked for a few minutes longer then sat back.  "I like the taste."
She explained.  "So what do you think?  I read a little article about how
to deep throat."

   "An article?  What in Vogue?" I said

   She shook her head smiling at the thought.  "Hardly!  No on a sex
website.  It was really cool actually and suggested lots of tips about oral
sex." She looked at me.  "Tomorrow we will go to this place I've selected
and once I've taken my coat off it will be pretty obvious what I'm about.
So you need to stop anyone doing what you did."

   "I did?" I said then it dawned on me what she meant but she clarified
anyway.

   "Rape.  I don't want to be raped while I'm in there.  I want to suck a
cock or maybe two though so you will have to be prepared to watch me get
nasty."

   "Is this really wise?" I asked finally.

   "You owe me!  As I said I won't forgive you for what you did so think of
this as the start of payback." With that we settled down for the night.

   Friday was hard.  I had a difficult time at work probably because I was
half distracted but it was a tough day anyway.  Then once home I got ready
then waited with the girls who were watching a movie.  Emma called me up
and once it was clear the children were not following she came out of our
bathroom and showed me herself.

   Emma wore a wig of blue/black shiny hair cut in a bob, she had a lot of
makeup on; dark around the eyes with dark red lips and matching nails.  She
wore a fine mesh top that was see-through and her breasts were clearly
visible.  It ended above her midriff and her stomach was bare.  The skirt
she wore was fake black leather, short and flared showing a lot of her
black fishnet covered legs.  She wore a pair of black heels and to finish
the outfit she had a thick gold ankle chain.  All I all she looked very
sleezy.

   "Well?"

   "You look like a tart." I said uncharitably.

   "Good!  So I'm perfect." She slipped out of the shoes and put on a pair
of boots then picked up her long dark coat from the bed and buttoned it up.
Making sure the girl's were still glued to the TV along with their
babysitter she went to the car as I said a hasty goodbye.

   The theatre she'd chosen was a typical small cellar club which ripped us
off for the price of the tickets and once inside we found the whole place
decidedly sleazy.  I was now really worried and desperate to leave but Emma
said nothing and despite my pleading she found seats in the middle of the
third row where we sat in the near darkness as the current film (which had
started a few minutes before) showed a woman having sex with two men.

   I was aware that there were perhaps only another five or six people in
the small cinema and I was guessing they were all men.  After sitting
quietly for a few minutes Emma slipped out of her coat and then we sat
still as the woman vocally (and quite ridiculously) urged the men having
sex with her to greater activity.

   Emma was rubbing her thighs together then after a few minutes when the
story moved to another scene she opened her legs and put her hand up her
skirt.  She played with herself for quite a while then gave a little squeak
as she climaxed.  I hoped that was going to be that but far from it and we
sat for another ten or so minutes with her fingers dipping lazily in and
out of herself and then she stopped and made a sudden decision to lift her
rear and pull her knickers down.

   It was like the world suddenly changed because almost as soon as they
reached her knees a man got up and moved over to sit next to her.  Then as
I held my breath he put his own hand up my wife's skirt and she stiffened
as his fingers got to work.

   I was in turmoil as he began to move his wrist clearly playing with her
and although she didn't even look at him she moved so her legs were wider
in acceptance.  I tried to remain calm but quite suddenly the guy stopped
and fumbled with his flies then pulled his cock through his zipper.  Emma
had seen it and turned to glance at me then almost in slow motion she
glanced at it properly then her hand moved over to touch it.

   I was almost having a heart attack as the man's hand went back to my
wife's sex and hers closed over his cock then after a short hesitation she
gripped it before pulling it up and down.  Their mutual petting continued
for several minutes with both breathing harder and harder until the man
made a strangling noise and although I didn't see it he clearly came over
the seat in front of him and my wife's hand.  This set her off and with
another whimper she came pulling her knees together and up, trapping the
guys arm for several seconds until she began to come down.

   Thankfully that was enough for both of them; the guy pulled his hand
away then moved back to his original seat as Emma tugged at her knickers
before suggesting we go.  She didn't even want to visit the toilet to clean
her hand so we hurried out and headed back to the car which was some
distance away.  We didn't speak but she held my hand all the way back (not
the once used on the man thankfully) then finally told me to hurry as I
fumbled for the keys.

   Nothing else was said for several minutes as I negotiated the traffic
then she finally asked me if I'd enjoyed the show.  "Which one?" I
responded trying to be cool.

   "The one where your wife got fucked by a stranger's hand!" She answered.
To emphasis the debased nature of the evening she continued to wipe the own
hand on a tissue long after the cum had gone.  I said it had been
interesting and left it there.  It had given me an erection but I wasn't
happy.

   We got home not too late so while Emma sneaked in without being seen I
paid the babysitter and we went to bed.  Emma jumped me the moment we were
under the duvet.

   "God I had another man's cock in my hand!" She said lustfully as she
pulled on my own.  "I should have sucked it but I needed him to please me
first." Emma added for effect then she slid onto me and I witnessed just
how wet and excited she was.  We made love hard and fast and both came
noisily then fell exhausted into a deep sleep without any further words.

   Emma woke me in the night with her mouth then once she'd pulled me onto
her she began to talk about how great it had been to feel a stranger's
touch and to experience his hot cock erupting in her hand.  She added that
we had to do it again very soon.  I made no comment which I hoped was
answer enough.  However Emma was on fire and wanted to talk fantasies again
that night.

   "I guess you were a bit upset last night but it was so hot.  You should
have taken me like you promised."

   "That man's hand was rather in the way." I replied trying to make a joke
of it.

   "That's because I never got around to sucking him but I will next time,
so you can fuck me"

   I grunted at this so she switched her focus again.  "Wouldn't it have
been great to find Julia and her lover there?  We could have swapped!"

   "Yes." I agreed, going with the flow as I got more excited.

   "You could finally have sex with her.  I know she's still your fantasy
girl!"

   "She's hot." I agreed hoping Emma wouldn't turn on me for saying this.

   "You could take her as we watch the film!"

   "Yes!" I breathed.

   "Would you like me to screw Julia's black stud as you screw her?" She
asked.

   "Yes.  You fuck him and I'll fuck her."

   "I knew you wanted to see me do what she did!  You'd love me to fuck a
black guy wouldn't you?"

   "We could fuck together." I said.

   "Yes." She said as she continued to build to her climax.  "In fact we
could try to find partners in there even if Julia's not around.  I'll let
some big black guy fuck me and you can watch as you screw your own trashy
white whore."

   "Yes." I grunted.

   "We'll have to plan this carefully.  I'll buy some really nasty gear and
we can go to a theatre or even a club and see who picks up their mate
first."

   "Mm" I said as I began to reach my orgasm.

   "I'll pick up a big black guy and you can pick up a slutty little tart
like me."

   With that we both came and as she clung to me she whispered it might be
fun to go out and really see who we could pull, maybe one night.

   Despite the visit to the theatre we didn't do anything else except have
occasional sex accompanied by some fantasy talk for probably the next month
until we bumped into Julia at a birthday party, Mark was home with a bad
cold.  Things would probably have still been normal except we saw her
chatting to an Asian man several times during the evening and probably
because we were watching more than most noticed her body language.

   The man disappeared later that evening then so did Julia shortly after
and we both exchanged glances as the same thought came to us.  Emma slipped
away from the group she was chatting to so I did the same only I didn't
find her in the kitchen.  I guessed she was scouting around so I went to
the first floor where I still didn't find her either so backtracked and
looked in the garden.

   I struck out there also so figuring Emma was simply in the toilet I
topped up my drink and returned to a debate about football.  It was a
little later I spotted her with her friend Tiffany and went over to see
them.  We chatted about nonsense for a while then Emma gave me a nudge and
I followed he gaze to see Julia had reappeared and was talking to the Asian
man and his wife.

   I smiled but we said nothing as our friends talked children before we
finally agreed to share a taxi home.  We were out first so relieved the
babysitter and went to our bedroom without mention of Julia at all.

   "Do you think they did it?" I asked as I got undressed.

   "I know they did!" Emma exclaimed her eyes blazing.

   "You saw them?" I was astounded.

   "God yes!  They made out in little Ben's room; at the front." She gave
me a knowing grin.  "I was there!"

   "How?" I chocked, my cock rising immediately.

   "Well I followed them and when they slipped inside the room I remembered
that the two children's bedrooms are connected so chanced my arm and after
a few minutes I went into Jessica's room.  The door between then was
propped open so all I had to do was slip inside and I was able to sit and
watch!"

   "Christ wasn't that risky, I mean they might have heard you or even seen
you."

   "Doubt it, they were too engrossed in what they were doing, besides what
could they have said?"

   Emma was now naked and we stood together as she held my cock in her hand
rubbing me slowly.

   "Do you know what was the kinkiest thing of all?"

   "She let him do her without a condom again?"

   "She did, but no much more than that!"

   "What?"

   "Guess!"

   "I've no idea.  She let him do her rear?"

   "Eurgh!  That's gross.  No, one more try!"

   "I don't know.  She...  she got him to fuck her twice?"

   "Wrong!  No...  His wife was watching!  She was in the room with them
talking all the time and being really, really crude!"

   I looked at Emma to see if she was teasing me but she just nodded.  I
think my mouth fell open.

   "She really was!  She sat next to them urging her husband on while all
the time she had her hand up her skirt as she called Julia a dirty slut and
a whore, and a tart and...  then you know what she did at the end?"

   I waited my cock throbbing rock hard.

   "She kissed her...  on the lips...  properly...  and added she hoped
that she'd liked her husband's big cock inside her again!" Emma dragged me
to the bed and I mounted her she was soaking.

   "Julia actually said `thank you' to her!  After the man got dressed his
wife actually waited behind until Julia was clothed and they left the room
together!"

   We were at it like rabbits and both came noisily then after we calmed
down Emma added.  "They obviously do this kind of thing really often.  I'm
guessing either the wife is a bit bi or she can't keep up with his needs."

   "Maybe she just doesn't want to lose him so this is the next best
thing?"

   "Possibly but I didn't get that impression.  She seemed just as keen for
it to happen as Julia and besides her husbands cock was absolutely huge!  I
mean porn-star enormous and she is so small that she might be very happy to
get some respite!"

   We slept late and allowed the children to go down a watch TV so that we
could make love again; Emma locked our door then got on top.  She went into
detail about how Julia had sucked he guy then fucked him and then as she
got excited she added that it would be great if at a party we could do the
same to her.

   I was encouraged to add my own ideas with Julie the object of our sexual
desires and it was us who were the people in the room not the Asian couple
although Emma added a twist suggesting that some black guy would find us
and force himself on her while I was with Julia.

   Anyway this whole episode got us so hot that we were at it most nights
that week.  So it was about ten days later when Emma whispered in the dark
that she would really like to have another theatre trip.  When I expressed
my dislike of the idea she more or less said that I still owed her for the
rape and besides it would be fun with me finally getting the chance to `do
her' as other people watched.

   We were now so hyper about sex we agreed we'd finally do it but to make
it easier we'd go back to the same place as before, since we knew it quite
well.  Emma hinted she was going to dress really outrageously but left it
at that.

   I guess I didn't expect her to look any more sexy than previously but
when the day arrived and she slipped away to dress I was beginning to
wonder since she kept hinting that I needed to keep close to her or she'd
be arrested or worse!

   The children had been farmed off to parents so we didn't have to run the
gauntlet this time which was just as well: When Emma finally appeared she
was truly outrageous!  She had purchased a body suite; red stretchy plastic
that encased her small frame tightly, it went from her ankles to her neck
and had long sleeves which were stretched from her thumbs.  The only area
that was exposed was her sex where the material was slit and since it was
really tight fitting her lips were protruding slightly from the gap.

   She had on the most enormous red heels, bright red makeup and she wore
her hair in a plat with a red bow.  It was stunning and also very extreme
and while I was as hard as could be I looked at her and shook my head
thinking back to the Christmas Ball clearly she couldn't go out like this
but I was now too scared to jump her just in case.

   "That is unbelievable!" I stated as she did a pirouette.  "Where did you
get it?"

   "Online.  Do you like it?  It doesn't protect my modesty much does it?"

   "True." I agreed.  "Am I allowed to touch you or will you scream rape
again?" I added boldly.

   She gave me look then added.  "You just don't get it do you?  It was
rape that night and I haven't forgotten or forgiven."

   "OK." I conceded.  "I was just trying to be amusing, sorry." I added
then went on." So can I touch you?"

   "No not yet.  Wait until we are in the theatre."

   "But you really can't go out in that!  I mean I'm up for a fun night and
I guess I'm even willing to take you to a theatre again, but that is too
much.  To be frank, besides the fact that you'll be arrested within two
paces anyone there will see you and think...  well assume....  that they
can do anything!"

   "Which is ok but you will just have to make sure I'm safe!" She added
sweetly then disappeared returning with her white rain coat on buttoned up
and a scarf about her neck.  Her heels and the material covering her legs,
visible below the hem, suggested she still had on something sexy but at
least it was better.  I waited telling her to stop and change but it was
clear she wasn't going to back down so when I still made no move she
grabbed the car keys making as if to leave on her own.  I reluctantly
followed.  I drove us back up to town as before only travelled around for
some time until I located a parking space much closer to the theatre which
would give us a better chance of a quicker escape.

   The theatre was no busier than before with only eight other people
inside.  I was a little concerned because many heads watched us as we found
seats to one side, a couple of rows away from any neighbours.  The film had
only just started so we sat silently for several minutes as the lame plot
moved to the first sex scene and then settled back until Emma became
bolder.

   Her raincoat was now open exposing her unbelievable attire to those
ahead of us although thankfully in the gloom she was still difficult to
make out.  Then she slipped it completely off and sat legs apart seemingly
waiting for something to happen.  She batted my own advances away then when
no one sprung at her she began to finger herself, quietly at first then
more openly.  I think the noise was what attracted attention to her first.

   I was looking about at the other people in the small place; there was at
least one other couple present possibly a second at the back but the rest
were single men all spaced around the room.  The couple at the front had
been necking until a guy sat next to the woman and she responded to this by
turning and kissing him.  As I watched her head dropped and I realised she
was blowing the stranger as her partner was seemingly happy to watch.

   Just then it happened.  Two guys moved as one from the far side and came
over to us the first sat next to Emma and with only a brief glance at me he
boldly put his hands between her legs.  The other asked me to move over but
I refused so he simply said something to the first man who shifted away one
seat and then he asked Emma to `budge up' and to my great surprise she also
shifted down one seat so the man was able to sit in her place with Emma now
between the two men.

   All I could do was watch as they began to pet her and kiss her then as
my heart raced I saw a hand pushing on the back of her head and she went
down into the lap of the man farthest from me.  The guy next to me had
moved so his back was now turned to me and he was also half out of his seat
so he obscured Emma from me.  But I could hear sounds of sucking which had
nothing to do with the film.

   It was strange sitting there as my wife was giving oral sex to a
stranger, although I couldn't see it at all, and I felt far too embarrassed
to stand up to try to watch her so I simply sat watching the film that was
until Emma's leg suddenly appeared next to mine.  |It took me several
seconds to realise what was happening and then when I finally moved forward
to see her I felt sick.

   Emma had her face buried right down on the man's cock but more than that
she was twisted so that her rear was up and I could see the second man's
cock buried inside her.  His hands were around her waste and as I looked I
could see clearly that it was my wife who was moving back and forward while
the other man remained almost static.

   The first man had apparently already cum because his now soft (and very
small) cock slipped from her mouth as she moved back to receive the other
one fully in her sex.  I was so upset now and decided I couldn't let this
continue so I grabbed him and pulled him back so that he was forced to
twist away from Emma.

   "That's enough!" I stated as menacingly as I could with the man groaning
and gripping his cock more than a little frustrated.  Emma turned to look
back then with barely a pause she told me to `chill' then twisted back and
sat down on her seat almost as if nothing had happened.

   As I stared at her the first man moved over and ran his hands over my
wife and dipped it between her legs.  The second watched then becoming
bolder again he joined the first and between then they began to cram as
many fingers into her as they could.  I watched stunned as Emma put her
head back and allowed these two disgusting men to excite her until to my
great surprise number two said something and Emma simple dropped her head
into his lap as well.  I was now close to her face so I witnessed her
taking his cock into her mouth from less than three feet.

   She happily sucked him for several minutes stopping briefly to have what
seemed to be a very large climax from the fingering then went happily at
the man's cock with a degree of relish as the first man continued to play
with her.  As I watched the man gripped her hair and had his own climax
deep into her throat.  She gave a gurgling sound then slurped with a
giggle. Emma then sat up and winked at me.

   It was so bizarre as she persisted in watching the porn film seemingly
happy for these two guys to continue to play with her, her hands now
gripping their growing erections.  I simply didn't know what to do as I
couldn't force her to leave with me if she didn't want to so just had to
sit and watch.

   The front row took my attention as the woman (who I could now see was
rather large) got to her feet and left with her man in tow.  Looking back I
saw that indeed there was another couple in the theatre but unlike Emma she
seemed to be happy just to watch the film cuddling the man she was with. 
Finally Emma had reached the peak of her excitement which if I'd been
thinking straight was the time when she was likely to go over the top, and
this prompted her to let go of the first man's cock and with a swift
movement she sat down on the second man's lap and ground her body down on
his facing away from his, towards the film.

   "Fuck me with you're nasty cock!" She hissed as she raced to her climax.
Then she shuddered and gave a moan as she hit her main orgasm.  I suppose I
half expected her to jump off and drag me away but she didn't.  Instead she
continued to move with the guy as he gripped her waist, the first got up
and squeezing between then and the seat ahead he stood his cock in his hand
inviting Emma to suck him.

   With a glance at me she did just that and while she worked on him the
other man gave a groan and slumped back having had his own, second orgasm.
This was the signal for Emma to let go of the other man's cock and in a
whisper told him to sit down.

   We all knew what was coming so I sat numbly as my wife got off the man
sitting next to me and followed the first man back to his seat where she
turned to face the film again and sat on his lap as well.  She rocked back
and forth gently for a while as the man held her then without any signal
that he'd reached his peak she stopped and resumed her own seat again.

   I cannot begin to explain just how impotent I felt; not only was this so
far removed from anything I'd even imagined it was clear my wife was
getting so much from the experience she had no intension of stopping even
though all the parties had enjoyed themselves with her and cum twice
apiece. The film was still going on but I probably never saw any of the
action even when I looked at the screen.  However as the two men sat in
this post coital interval the guy who had been with the woman at the front
then appeared and mumbled something to the man on the far side.  He simply
got up and moved I guess happy that his night had gone better than his
wildest dreams.

   The new man pulled my wife to him rather aggressively then despite the
fact that she'd already sucked off two cocks he kissed her then whispered
something to her.  She glanced at me then whispered something back then
after another exchange she stood and gave me what was clearly a signal to
remain where I was before doing the same as before namely dripping down
onto the man's erection.  This time she stopped and moved about a bit
before adjusting herself and then she began to grind into him as is larger
cock slid deeper than the others.  It was surreal.  I was helpless to do
anything as my wife had sex for the third time that night and worse still
the guy next to me leaned over and stated in a loud voice.

   "Your wife's the biggest slut I've ever met!" Then he got up and climbed
over the seat so he could leave.  The first man, obviously a friend got up
and walked out with him there were now just the couple at the back, the guy
doing my wife and one other who was watching Emma from the other side of
the theatre.  Waiting his turn I guessed.

   Emma was making noises again and she was clearly enjoying this a lot,
then just as I thought it had reached its low the other man got up and
moved in.  When he got closer I could see he was actually quite old but he
slid down the aisle towards Emma and seemed very confident, much more that
the other men.  He reached her and her current lover then sat against the
back of the seat in front of my wife unzipping his trousers.  I could now
she he was very grey and was probably closer to seventy than sixty, he was
also black.  After a bit of trouble he produced his cock which sparked a
mutter from my wife and a grin from him.

   I had to do a double take when I saw what was a simply huge erection in
his hand and this was even more surprising since he was not a large man at
all.  Emma took hold of it and dropped her head then worked on it until it
was standing tall, really tall!  She said something to the guy who smiled
at her then she moved her hips faster and faster, still keeping hold of the
erection with her right hand until the guy behind her had his own climax at
which point she sat still before getting up and then asked something of the
old man who just laughed.

   That was when she then pulled out her phone and took a few pictures of
his cock.  This was like some slow form of slow protracted torture; I saw
the cock sliding out of my wife and realised it was quite a large one
although nothing compared to the one in her hand.  She then got the old man
to sit next to me, right on the edge of the seat and then with a quick
glance at me she faced him and began to feed his huge erection into her now
very used pussy.  She couldn't get it in at first but after a few pushes
she had some of it inside her then she worked on him and it slowly went
deeper.

   "God!  That's fucking brilliant." She stated to the guy who smiled and
said thank you.

   "I bet you were a stud in your day." She added as most of the monster
sank inside her.

   "I can still satisfy little sluts like you!" He replied grinning as he
looked at me.  He was an ugly man which I uncharitably thought was why he
was prowling around sex theatres in the dark, Emma would probably have fled
if she'd seen him in daylight.  Now of course she didn't care.

   "I believe you!" Emma agreed and then began to work hard on him as
somehow his erection disappeared completely into her stretched hole.  "I
can't believe how full I feel." She added then she muttered something and
then she began to fuck him hard and I realised she was heading for a big
climax again.  She was happy to kiss him and groaned several times as she
enjoyed her filled sex as they rocked together.  She then sped up as she
approached her next orgasm with enthusiasm.

   The man wasn't even close so after her explosive climax he continued to
work her until she once again responded to him and then they went at it
hard.  She was groaning and grinding her pussy on him telling him he was so
deep.  I could only see the three or four inches of glistening muscle every
time she pulled herself up but I knew there was a lot more deeper inside
her.  Eventually she was having another loud orgasm, crying `oh my God' but
this time he wasn't far behind and within moments they were having a mutual
climax as Emma kissed the man deeply.  She then held him for ages before
she let him go and then sitting back she thanked him for the `best fuck
ever'.

   "If you want more, we can meet again next week." He offered looking at
me with huge grin.  "Same time?" Emma laughed which suggested she wasn't
going to say yes so he pressed her: "Give me a day and I'll be here, if you
will!"

   She was off him now looking into his face.  She just smiled and said
`we'll see'.  Finally it was over and Emma slipped back into her coat
buttoning it up then suggested I take her home.  As we left I saw the
grinning face of the man who'd had her before the old man, then accidently
locked eyes with the woman at the back who gave me a look that was both
pitying and disdainful.  The black guy was still sitting where we'd left
him.  We hurried away in silence then once we were in the car Emma simply
took off her coat and got in the passenger seat revealing the mess that
covered the thighs of her cat-suit and gave me the most evocative smile.

   "Well did it live up to you fantasies?"

   "It was rather excessive!" I replied still a little lost for words.

   "It was just unbelievable." She paused then picking her words carefully
she added.  "I had the best sex of my life.  Would you ever think an old
black guy like that could have such a weapon?"

   I shook my head still feeling numb.

   "You're not too upset are you?  We knew it might descend into that."

   "It was only going to be a blow job!" I stated, trying to sound less
upset than I felt but it almost sounded jokey and Emma took it as that.

   Emma laughed.  "Well neither of us thought that really, not with me out
dressed for sex.  You should have gone to the front row that woman would
have given you a blow job." It was as if she expected me to accept what had
happened without a care but I simply couldn't.

   "They all came inside you!" I stated trying to make her realise just
what risks she'd just taken.

   "Well not all of them.  The guy next to you popped off over my backside
and his friend was so small he actually fell out as he came!" She laughed
at this seemingly oblivious to my distress.  I was at a loss.

   "I'm really sorry there was no one for you." Emma stated putting her
hand on my cock which stirred in response.  "Still it means you have saved
all your energy for when you get your slut wife home!" She gave another
little laugh and sat back as I gave up talking and drove back.

   Emma fell asleep quickly but that caused me problems since she was
exposed to the world and I had to make a stop to cover her with her coat
only it slipped off the first time showing her to a passing lorry so I was
forced to turn off again.  Once home despite it still being quite early she
refused to cover up so I opened the front door then stood anxiously inside
as she ran the gauntlet thankfully without any of the neighbours about. 
She tried to kiss me but I wouldn't let her so she simply went to the
bathroom and after brushing her teeth she came into the bedroom and gave me
a very deep prolonged kiss.  "I love you." She said looking at me
intensely. "Thank you for letting this happen, I wanted it so much but
thought you might get angry.  Actually when you pulled the guy off me after
we'd done it I thought you might stop me having fun but you were great."

   She undid my trousers and pulled out my erection which with a few tugs
she got rock hard.  She then stood away from me and with a look of triumph
on her face she told me that my tiny cock wasn't worth fucking so she'd
best give me a blow job.

   "Stop that!" I warned and she laughed.

   "Tell you what; if you promise to take me back you can fuck me!"

   "I'm not sure I want to do either!" I stated despite my rock hard
erection.  She just laughed again.

   "I think you're lying." She stated in a sing-song voice and kissed me
hard.  "Take me big-boy." She breathed and I pushed her to the bed then
mounted her.  She was gaping and slick as I rattled around but she moaned
and we were soon at it very hard.

   "I'll get Lynne to sit next weekend and I intend to wear clothes that
will make a hooker blush!" Slapping filled the room, echoing loudly as she
gave a groan.  "Shit!  My first truly big cock and it was on the ugliest
man I've ever seen!" She giggled.  "But boy was it worth it!" She actually
came then a few minutes before I did.  That night we cuddled her still in
her unbelievable outfit and still soiled from her sexual antics.  In the
morning Emma woke and sucked me then said it was my turn and I let her
mount me.  The sex was great and we both had a huge climax almost at the
same time her muttering about how her first black cock had been a monster.

   Not surprisingly I didn't ever want to go back but Emma was insistent
and I was concerned she really might go on her own if didn't agree to go
back so I did.  She showed me the pictures of the man's cock that Thursday
and whispered as we made love how much she was eager for more.  Sadly I
knew this to be very true.  The next week she paraded in front of me as I
tried to remind myself this was still my wife: She a mesh top that was so
tight her breasts were almost tearing it and so transparent it concealed
nothing.  She had on a tiny skirt that was so short it never go below her
crotch worn with a pair of what she call `hold-up tights', the ones that
are really stockings and suspenders in a single pull on garment, they were
fishnet.  It meant she had nothing covering her modesty at all and her
trimmed sex pouted proudly.  With her over applied make-up she looked a
complete tramp especially as she had on heels that were stupidly high.

   She at least put on a coat, rather short but it helped a little then we
went out to the same place.  We both knew she was hoping the black guy
would be there so after we arrived and she removed the coat she sat looking
about hopefully trying to work out which of the fifteen or so silhouettes
might be the old black man.

   My wife was only alone for maybe five minutes before a man sat by her
and the evening unfolded.  The place was much busier than before and more
came in during the evening; what they witnessed was a slutty woman riding
man after man at first before taking several of then one after the other on
all fours.  I can't describe much of it I just sat in the back letting her
fuck until I saw her standing alone for a few moments then I went over and
asked her if she wanted to go.  She nodded.  She was a state, cum all over
her face down her legs and her sex was a mess.  I told her I was concerned
about her getting something but she just laughed and then explained most of
the men there hadn't done it in a decade!  She added that the black guy
didn't appear, she sounded regretful despite confessing she was sore and
tired.

   Now we skipped a couple of weeks but she insisted that went back again
after that; her dressed in a T-shirt and heels only (My T-shirt so it was
hanging past her crotch like a kind of mini mini-dress) only this time she
spotted the black guy as soon as we came in.  I guess I expected much of
the same as last time, possible with the old man taking the first shot but
when she sat next to him and they kissed it felt different somehow.  I was
nervous, well even more nervous than before.  They again kissed as he
played with her, she still wore the coat she had on so when she got up I
thought it was to take it off but she took his hand and they went towards
the exit I stood as well.

   "Stay here." Emma whispered.  "We're just going to the bathroom!"

   I shook my head and still intended to follow but the guy, Will leaned
back; "Do as the little lady says...  she wants you to stay here!" He
stated forcefully.

   Emma looked back.  "Please wait here." She pleaded, so reluctantly I
did. I waited and waited, ten and then twenty minutes went by; I went to
the toilet myself only they were not there and not knowing what else to do
I went back and waited.  Then it was thirty and then longer.  I was frantic
but still no Emma.

   Finally after almost an hour she returned and came over to me.  "Lets
go." She directed quietly so I got up and we left.  Outside in the lobby I
could see she was sweaty but with a little grin on her face.  She took my
arm and we left.  She paused just outside and gave a little shudder.

   "Cold?" I ventured.

   "A little but it's the fact that I have jiz sliding down my thighs every
time I take a step!"

   I could say nothing to this and didn't even want to offer her the chance
to go to the bathroom again the thought of her vanishing for another hour
wasn't pleasant.  We made it to the car although she was walking strangely
and her coat was so short people went by staring at her bare legs.  I
wondered if they could see anything but it wasn't that short.

   Once in the car she gave an exaggerated moan and opened the buttons to
reveal her body devoid of the T- shirt.  She looked at me long and hard
then finally spoke: "He may be a dirty ugly man but his cock is
unbelievable.  I lost control, any woman would.  No one would get near him
except in a place like that but thank Christ I did...  we spent an hour in
the ladies and if I hadn't got cramp we'd probably still be there...  he's
just unreal!"

   "This is very hurtful Em.  I love you and want you to have fun and... 
well this is just..." She leaned over and put her finger to my mouth then
kissed me.

   "Shhhh.  I'm sorry.  Ok?  Lets go home and I will make it up to you I
promise."

   Sex that night was intense she got me off twice and again despite being
very loose she came several times.  I told her the next morning it was done
with and she shrugged and said we'll see.  I only realised that meant no
the very next week when I got home to find her getting ready, babysitter
booked.  I told her we were not going but she said there was no `we', I
could come or stay at home it wasn't up to me as she was going and she
thought as her husband I could at least make sure she was safe.

   So I did and there he was again this time we never went inside he was
waiting outside.  I was then ordered to drive to his tiny bed-sit where I
sat as my wife was well and truly fucked: She sucked his cock slowly at
first and I could see both how large he was but also how hard he eventually
got.  Then my wife lay on the bed and opened her legs showing her wet and
pouting sex.  His cockhead parted her lips slowly making her groan then he
teased her by withdrawing it.  "Don't!" she begged.

   "You want my old black cock up your married cunt the do you?" He asked
arrogantly.  Emma nodded.  "So tell me you slut what you need then?"

   "I need you to give my white pussy a good black fucking!  Ruin me!" She
begged.  He gave a rather cold laugh and slid four inches into her causing
my wife to writhe and moan.  He withdrew then pushed the whole lot up to
the hilt and she screamed gripping his body pulling him deep; I realised
that she'd already climaxed just from this.

   He then withdrew and very slowly returned to full penetration; repeating
this ultra-slow fuck for an age until Emma was trashing around then begged
him to use her hard.

   "You want me to hammer that twat of yours into submission now bitch?"

   "Please!" She begged and he did use all his strength as he pounded her
into the bed giving her a second orgasm.  He told her he was going to shot
and she pulled him close wrapping her legs about him as he came.  They were
still for barely two minutes before the were rocking together again so in
the end I told them I would go and Emma disappointingly told me that was a
good idea.  How I got the babysitter out without her realising my wife
wasn't home I don't know.

   She had to get a taxi home the next morning and once in our bedroom
stripped to show off her body: She had been written on with a marker pen.
When I read them I realised he'd written snatches of Emma's words:

   The ones I could red clearly were:

   ...I'm your whore yeah, yeah fuck me...

   ...no I don't care about my husband just your fat cock....

   ...I Promise.  Please, please don't stop, I promise to let you fuck me
next week I really promise...

   ...  yes inside me, come inside me, always deep inside me you nasty
man...

   ...If I beg will you continue to fuck me...  I'm begging...

   And

   ...I only want this cock, just this cock...

   Things I can never forget.

   Emma looked at me through hooded eyes; "He wrote on me."

   "I can see that, but why?"

   "He wanted us to remember what I was saying."

   "You said these things?" I questioned.

   She smiled, "'fraid so!"

   "Why?"

   "I meant them!"

   "what does that mean?"

   "You can read" She challenged.

   "So: no I don't care about my husband just your fat cock and only want
this cock, just this cock you meant that?"
She stood naked in front of me, my wife and mother of my children and
nodded.  "It's not love or anything like that, it's sex, raw wonderful
dirty sex.  With that nasty man I'm free to be a slut and I am.  I felt
free for the first time in my life when I acted as I did that night in that
cinema and it was only because of what you did to me.  I was so angry I
used it to get over the fear; I loved the sex but then Will took me it was

to somewhere else.

   I'm sorry but I meant every word, if he was here now I'd fuck him again
exhausted though I am and I would do it forever!  In the cold light of day
he is an old, bitter man, angry because he has to visit places like that to
get any sex or have to pay for it.  He told me even that's no good as, no
matter how big he is, they still yawn and look at the clock.  I looked at
his face this morning and didn't shudder, because I knew his cock was in me
and that was all that mattered.  I'm going to fuck him again next week and
the week after, until...  well I guess..." She shook her head.  There was
no until.

   So after that Emma went alone, at first one evening a week, then two and
almost every Friday was a night with Will.  She stopped over some nights
but tried to get home most of the time partly due to the family.  Sex
between us dropped off, me more than her as she still offered.  It was a
year later we went to the same bonfire party only this time I stood in the
darkness keeping guard as my wife was taken by Will on the landing where
our friend fucked her lover a year earlier.  Unlike Julie she was very
vocal prompted by Will to distress me.

   Will died six months later.  Emma was distraught I was secretly pleased
as with him so died her addiction.  She and I have slowly rebuilt both our
social and our sex life and while I can never entirely trust her not to do
something like that again (she whispers hints to me at times in the dark) I
don't now think she will.