Chapter 4
Emma and Duncan stood naked at the window of their dark bedroom and stared out into the quiet summer night. Duncan reached around his wife, cupped one of her naked tits and squeezed affectionately.
He slid behind her without releasing her tit, put his arm around her and his other hand touched her lower belly. His fingers danced lightly through the short, crisp curls of black hair in her crotch and settled on the lips of her pussy.
"Stop," she muttered listlessly.
"Why?" he whispered, pressing his fingers into her fleshy quim, hoping to get at least the tips into her hole.
Emma sighed, sounding tired. "Because it will be just another average fuck, Duncan. Just like all of our fucks for the past several years have been average. Just like most everything we do is average. Has been for a long, long time."
Instead of stopping, he squeezed her tit harder and mashed her clit under his thumb. Then he wriggled two fingers into her tight pussy. She knew he would not stop any time soon. She also knew that she would soon be ready to take his cock. A very sensuous woman who adored sex, she routinely became aroused so easily. Routine! What a horrible word. It described her life with Duncan to a tee.
"Come on, honey," Duncan said, almost whining. "We're a long way from being average. He pinched her nipple and twisted two fingers inside her cunt. "We've got a fine daughter who's doing well in college. I give you everything you need, or want. Why can't you give me a little pussy when I want it?"
Emma's pussy wasn't hot yet, but it was getting there. Her clit and her nipples were beginning to swell. To her, however, the reaction was automatic. When someone touched her body in certain places in certain ways, it responded. It didn't matter to her that Duncan was the man getting her ready to fuck again right now. It could have been any man.
She wished that another man was getting her ready to fuck. Bradford, perhaps, even though she had already fucked him once that night. Anything to break up the damn monotony.
Emma pushed Duncan away and said, "I'm going to sit on the verandah and have a cigarette."
When she reached the door, still naked, Duncan said, "Hey, you'd better put on some clothes."
Emma looked back over her shoulder. "Why? It's after midnight. Who's wandering around this time of night? Besides, I won't turn on the light. I want to sit in the dark and listen to the bugs hum."
"You sound buggy," Duncan muttered, angry that she left before he could stick his cock in her. She would never fuck him sitting on the front porch. Damn!
He snatched his robe out of the closet and put it around his shoulders as he followed her to through the French doors. Emma scooped up her cigarettes on the way and had one going by the time Duncan joined her.
"It's so peaceful out here this time of night," Emma whispered, as if afraid she would spoil the effect by talking loud. "What are we going to do, Duncan?"
The question caught him by surprise. "About what?" he muttered. He reached over and rubbed one of her nipples. Soft-a sure sign she wasn't thinking about fucking.
"Keep your voice down," she admonished. "It spoils the mood. What are we going to do about our lives being in a rut? So humdrum I want to scream."
"Let's go back inside and I'll make you scream," he said flippantly, trying to get her mind back on sex.
"Be serious, damn it," she hissed. She brushed his hand away from her tit, swatting at it like a flying pest making a nuisance of itself. "Stop it! You don't get any more pussy until we talk."
"We are talking, damn it!" he growled. "What do you want anyway?"
"Shhhh," she hissed. "Someone is out there."
"I told you to put on a robe," Duncan growled. "We're going to have a midnight visitor and here you sit, naked as a jay bird."
A form materialized on the sidewalk and took shape. Emma leaned forward, straining to make an identification. "Oh, it's just Bradford," she whispered.
"What's he doing out here?" Duncan muttered. "Hasn't he caused enough trouble tonight?"
She startled him by reaching into his robe and grasping his cock.
"What the hell, Emma?"
Emma squeezed his cock and lifted her cigarette to her lips. She took a deep drag and the ember partially outlined her face.
"Oh, it's just Bradford," she said out loud. "I thought it was a mean old burglar come to ravish me and steal the family jewels."
Duncan had no idea what his wife was up to. Her hand actively stroking and squeezing his cock befuddled him. She already had his prick almost fully erect.
Emma tossed her cigarette at one of the tiger lilies. She released Duncan's cock, pushed his robe aside, and climbed over his lap, with her back to him.
"Emma?" Duncan gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I don't think, lover boy, I know. I'm going to sit on your cock."
"My God, Emma, he can see you!"
"Of course he can. And don't talk so damn loud."
She reached between her legs and grasped his stiff rod. She held it in place and sat down, taking the shaft to the hilt in her slick love sheath.
"Emma?" Bradford said, walking part way across the lawn. "Is that you?"
"Yes, Bradford," Emma answered gaily. "Duncan and I were just enjoying the balmy night."
Duncan thought Emma was the balmy one, but he held his tongue. She might sit on his cock with Bradford watching, but surely she wouldn't really fuck him.
Her frustration with the monotony of her life led her to flaunt her sexuality more and more.
She stopped wearing underwear. She wore plunging necklines, exposing her titties all the way to the nipple. She loved to give men sudden, shocking views of her tits when she bent over. Or sitting in a short tight skirt and letting her thighs yawn open to offer a splendid view of her beaver.
She tried to lead her staid husband into audacious conversations by bringing up the subject of swapping. She came out flatly in favor of adding spice to their lives. Unfortunately, he made it plain that he wasn't in favor of another man pronging his wife.
He wanted to stop his wife now, before she went too far. But her tight cunt squeezing his cock rendered him helpless to do anything but go along with her provocative performance.
"It sure is a lovely night," Bradford said. He had to bite his lips to keep from laughing out loud. If Emma was trying to goad him by fucking her husband right in front of him, it wasn't working. He thought it was a hoot. He had no serious designs on her. To him, she was merely another easy piece of ass. He had no desire to get hooked up with a woman who would spread for anyone who looked at her cross-eyed. "For whatever you want to do," he added dryly.
"Were you surprised to see us?" Emma asked. She squirmed on Duncan's cock. "We just got the urge to come see you and dear cousin Andrea." She wriggled again, harder, and suppressed a soft lewd giggle. "Oh, come on over here so I can talk to you without waking everyone in the house."
Bradford had seen the light in Andrea's window, and knew she wasn't asleep. He wondered if Tyson Smithfield was screwing his sister. He didn't care. His part of the inheritance was secure. No matter how hard Tyson tried, he couldn't get to it.
Duncan couldn't help himself. He put one hand between his wife's legs and found her erect clit with his middle finger. He couldn't miss the big, hard, slick bud if he tried. He cupped one of her tits with his other hand and began to knead it while he slowly frigged her clit.
Emma felt more brazen than she had ever felt. She smiled at Bradford and added a gentle, short stroke up and down motion to her squirming.
Bradford's eyes went from Emma's tits down to her crotch. Her legs were too close together. He could see only the dark triangle of curls that spread up the bottom of her stomach. But he could imagine Duncan's cock stuck up her cunt. He fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one.
He let the lighter burn longer than necessary, just to see what Emma would do as the flame highlighted her naked body. He figured she had some ulterior motive for fucking on the verandah. He just didn't know what. Not that it mattered a hell of a lot. If she wanted him to watch, he would. But he wouldn't fall under her spell. She had turned Duncan into a brooding, sour man. She would never have the chance to do the same thing to him.
Emma knew precisely why she got such a thrill out of fucking her husband in front of her cousin. She didn't want to goad Bradford. She wanted to goad her husband and herself. The more she squirmed and humped, the better Duncan's cock felt-better than it had felt in years. She grew more daring, began to move up and down more boldly. She slid her sizzling snatch slowly up her husband's dick until only the head was still inside her. Then, she slowly impaled herself completely on him again, sighing with contentment.
"Emma!" Duncan hissed. "He can see everything! "
"Then why are you running your mouth and drawing attention to it?" she whispered harshly.
Bradford stood casually, smoking his cigarette. He stared at Emma so that she felt it. She wondered if his cock was hard. It had to be. Who could watch her and not get a hard-on, especially a young man in the prime of his sexual life?
Bradford saw Duncan's cock come into view as Emma raised up and opened her legs. He smiled wryly and flicked his cigarette into the garden. "Good night," he said cheerfully. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He turned and walked away without a backward glance.
"Damn!" Emma hissed.
"I don't know what you're up to, but you'd better not stop now," Duncan muttered.
"Ooohhh, no, honey!" Emma groaned. "Your cock feels too good! Oh, God, honey, I love to fuck! I'd love to fuck twenty-fours a day and get a hundred pricks in me!"
She began to swing her ass more vigorously, widening the circle as she levered herself up and down faster and faster. When she went all the way down on his rigid rod, she twisted her torso, making her tits swing crazily.
She stared into the dark and licked her lips, wishing Bradford would come back and watch her cum. But Bradford did not come back. She was all alone with her husband and his cock would have to do. She put her hands on Duncan's knees and began to fuck faster. More pleasure flooded her body. She tightened her cunt muscles and rode her husband's cock harder. She wished she knew how Duncan felt at that moment. Was he thinking about swapping? About watching her fuck another man? Did the idea finally excite him, at long last? Did she dare bring up the subject now?
Duncan grunted and levered his hips to drive his cock deeper into his wife. Maybe her idea of swapping wasn't so bad after all. He wasn't about to tell his wife yet, however, and surrender more control of his life to her. Whatever happened had to be on his terms, not hers.
Emma relaxed her cunt and excitedly worked it up and down his cock faster for a moment. She wanted so badly to tell him how good it felt when another man fucked her. How much she liked it when Bradford fucked her earlier, out in the garden. She took about half of his cock into her and stopped. She clamped her pussy around his prick, leaned back against his chest, and rotated her hips in tight circles. He grabbed both of her tits and squeezed them hard.
She swung forward until her body was upright over his loins again. She planted her feet on the floor and twisted her lush ass. She started pumping up and down again, screwing her snug pussy on his lovely lance. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them lustily as she slid her searing cunt faster along his rampant rod.
"Aaahhh, yessssss, baby," she moaned, "I love to fuck! Fuck with me, darling! Make me cum! Give me a good cum!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah! Go! Get off on my hard cock and take my cum."
He began to work his hips up and down, pistoning his cock in out of his wife's pussy. He drove his prick deep into her each time she dropped her wriggling ass heavily and impaled herself completely.
"Ooohhh, yessssss, lover, fuck me!" she grunted. "Give me all of your cock! I love it, Duncan! I love to fuck!"
Emma's orgasm began, spreading through her rapidly, shattering her nerves with rapture. She stared into the darkness, thinking about Bradford, about how his cock felt. She continued to fondle her tits as she fucked her husband faster and faster.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Give me your cum, lover, and make me cum harder!" '
Another orgasm whipped through her. She imagined Bradford still standing near the porch, his eyes burning into her crotch, the junction between her cunt and Duncan's cock. She continued to skewer herself on her husband's cock, sending his cockhead to the depths of her cunt.
"I'm going to cum, baby," Duncan rasped.
"Ooohhh, fantastic, lover!" Emma moaned. "Shoot it in me! I'm cumming again!"
Her pussy quaked again, just as she felt Duncan's hard prick swell and start heaving. He rammed into her harder and his scorching jism gushed into her. She stifled her squeal of ecstasy and continued to impale herself on his cock. She closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest. She flexed her strong cunt muscles, milking his prick for every drop of his male elixir.
Duncan's cock stopped shooting and her cunt stopped twitching. She sighed, gave her tits one more squeeze and twisted her head around for a kiss.
He obliged by thrusting his tongue down her throat. She sucked on it and moaned deep in her chest. He pushed her back and stared at her, as if seeing her for the first time in years.
"We'd better get back inside," he said. "I don't like putting on a peep show."
"Bullshit," she muttered, and went inside to wash away the residue of their fucking.