Janet McCoy: The wife next door

"I guess." Emma was feeling giddy, reckless. "Luckily, Harry isn't the only man in the world."

Conversation stopped for a moment. They looked at each other while Emma contemplated the repercussions and Craig the substance of what she had just said.

Would he get the idea? She wondered excitedly.

So, she gets a little on the side, he thought. He knew the bait had just been dropped, and he lost no time in picking up on it.

"A good-looking woman like you could have any man she wanted." That was his hook.

She bit. "Any man?"

"Any man."

Excitement shone in both their faces. The circle was complete. Both now knew where the other stood. It was all right for them to pursue their mutual attraction.

"How about this man?" She poked him playfully in the chest with her finger, then fell easily into his arms. They searched one another's mouths hungrily. He was disappointed when she drew away from him. He was afraid she had changed her mind.

"I want to make love to you, my way." Her eyes gleamed with promise.

"Okay, Emma, honey. Any way you want it." Craig through momentarily of his boss and whether he was being a shit, making love to Harry's wife. With his easygoing morality, Craig found it easy to clear himself on all counts. After all, he was only doing what Emma wanted to do.

The young physicist could scarcely believe his eyes when he saw what Emma intended to do. She reached out and pulled down his fly. She pulled his aroused prick from his pants and fondled it playfully.

"Oooohhh, what a nice big cock you have! Would you like to make it all nice and hard for me?" She gripped it expertly in one hand and began to slide her fingers up and down, squeezing him just the right amount in all the right places.

"Aaaiiieee! Oh baby!" He gritted his teeth and watched spellbound as her fingers caressed his hard cock. He almost came when she bent low and began to lick his mushroom-headed cock-tip. "Wow! Dynamite mouth you got there!" This was a pleasure the young man had not expected to be enjoying this afternoon. The spectacle of the sensuous beauty bending over him, sucking his cock hungrily, was almost more than he could bear. It was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him in his life. It sure beat taking a girl out on a date and having to fight to try to get into her pants.

Emma looked up at him for an instant. "See? It's all nice and hard now… just the way I like it." She grinned lewdly.

"It's all yours, baby. Anything you like, I like."

She began to bob her head in earnest up and down over the youth's long cock-shaft. The tip of it grazed the back of her throat, made her cough every now and then. That only made it more exciting for Craig – watching her struggling to take all of it every time.

To increase the titillation on his cock, Emma made a little ring of thumb and forefinger and worked it along his prick in synchronization with her mouth. Her efforts were rewarded by his groans, long and lusty. She smiled to herself as he clawed at her back, overcome with the fury of his arousal.

For the first time in his life, Craig was learning to appreciate what experience could do for a woman. He had never had a head-job like this in his life! He felt like there were Cupid's arrows darting all through his trembling body, inciting him not to love but to lust. "Ah, jeez, suck it, baby! You're good, Emma! Real good!"

"I love tasting your cock in my mouth, Craig! Tastes so good!" The young wife was enjoying her depravity. Heedless of the risk she was taking sucking someone who knew her husband, she dwelled on the erotic aspects of making love to his cock right in Harry's place of work. It was lewd and irreverent, but she was loving every minute of it.

At last her hot little pussy could take no more of the torture of neglect. She stood up and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She was wearing nothing underneath. While the boy watched open-mouthed, she straddled his lap and sat down on his cock.

"Uuuuhb, Jee-zuz! Man, you're really doing it to me, Emma baby! Christ, move that little ass of yours!" The sheer wantonness of the woman was driving Craig to a kind of excitement he had never known before. His cock was throbbing at the clenching feel of her cunt-muscles wrapped securely around it. When she began to wiggle her ass up and down, it was sheer erotic torture, the way her pussy struggled to hold onto him. "Hhnnhh! Aaiiee!"

"Oh Craig, your cock feels so good in me, baby!" Emma closed her eyes and braced herself against his shoulders as she raised and lowered her cunt over his stiff prick. She loved being in control like this, moving her pussy just the way she liked it best, to get him inside her just the way she liked him. "Ooohh… good! Wonderful!"

The sight of her lust-distorted face made Craig want to do it to her – to take control from her and fuck her till she didn't know which was up. He grabbed her firmly around the hips and began to guide her movements up and down over him. He sent his cock lunging into her harder and faster and deeper until she was howling like a werewolf.

"Oooohhhhhh! Oooooooooohh! Oh Craig! I love it! I love it!" Her despondency from earlier in the day had now completely evaporated. She had a new life, a new vigor. Once again, she realized that this was the way she was truly happy – living out bizarre sexual fantasies on a variety of men. She wasn't meant to be a one-man woman.

Craig grinned up at the moaning woman, satisfied that he was giving her a sexual experience that she wouldn't soon forget. For a woman who was a nice respectable scientist's wife, Emma Tate certainly had the responses of a whore. He sensed that she could probably go on and on this way, that she would have a bottomless appetite for fucking. He began to speculate about the chances of getting together with her again. She seemed ripe for sexual adventure.

He held her ass steady and shoved into her again and again, watching the tense look on her face turn to putty.

"Oooohh Gaw-w-w-d! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" She wriggled her ass feverishly down into his lap and threw her head back, howling her ecstasy to the ceiling.

"Oh yeah, baby! I'm going to fill you up!" Watching her go over the hump triggered Craig's hot jets of semen. It was an intense orgasm, one that took him several minutes to recover from.

When Emma finally left, after they had fondled each other for another half hour, she swore him to secrecy and promised to see him again – sometime.

Only three days later, Harry overheard two men talking by the sinks as he sat in a cubicle in the staff lavatory. One of them was Craig Jackson.

"Jeez, Dick, I'd always thought Emma Tate was a good-looking woman, but I never suspected she was an out-and-out sex maniac. I just couldn't believe the way she climbed right onto my cock and started riding it hell-bent-for-leather."

There was more, but Harry didn't pay any attention. The words hurt, but they were no more than what Harry had suspected. That had been part of the reason why he couldn't fuck his wife as often as he used to. She seemed like used goods to him now.

He was grateful to Craig Jackson in a way. His big mouth had helped Harry make a decision that was long overdue.

Harry was a man who thought before he spoke. Instead of confronting Emma right away with his new knowledge, he let a couple of days go by while he planned his exodus from her life.

He came home Wednesday night as usual. "Hi, Emma."

"Hi, Emma!" Her mocking voice was high pitched and peevish. Harry could see that she was pretty drunk, and hankering for a fight.

"What's the matter, Emma?" His voice was calm, a little bored. He was determined not to let her get his goat.

"Why would anything be the matter, Harry? You're the best of all possible husbands. This is the best of all possible worlds!" She waved her arms vaguely in the air, indicating the span of the world.