Emily

Emily drives the strapless strapon, Mike, deep inside me, and I feel my world shatter into a million shards of light and colour. Time is suspended, and I pull her against me as my legs wrap around her firm body. I cry out again and again, and push my pelvis up intent on accepting every last millimetre of my wife’s penetration. I feel myself squirt heavily with each contraction. The feeling of the fluid leaving my body enhances the orgasm and causes a smile to etch itself on Emily’s face. Neither of us care whether it is girl cum or pee or an amalgam of both. 

But it didn’t start like that. Oh dear me, no. It started with a simple look. Emily was wearing her ‘innocent virgin’ dress. A plain, mid-thigh cotton white dress, with what I knew would be white panties beneath, but no bra. She looked up from her book and there was an ocean of lust in her eyes. So much that it made me wet just to be looked at like that. Lust there certainly was, but with the lust was love. Unspeakable, unutterable love. The kind of love that joins our souls as well as our bodies. That brief glance struck my soul.

I had got up and walked towards her and past her. She stretched out a languid hand and caught mine, rising from her chair as she did so.  We both knew where we were going.

In the bedroom, she took my face in her hands and gazed deeply into my eyes before kissing me at first gently, but then more urgently. I took in a breath to speak, but she beat me to it. 

“Anna, I’m so wet. II want you with every fibre of my being.” 

My reply of, “Oh Emily…” was muted by another deep kiss and an exploring tongue. 

On the bed, she lifted my dress and removed my soaked panties before her face disappeared between my legs. I felt her breath and then her tongue on me. Emily is an expert at undressing herself while sucking me off. I knew she was reaching behind herself and removing her undies and when, for a moment, she straightened up, her dress seemed to fall from its shoulders of its own accord. 

There was more movement and I suspected she was pulling on the panties to which Mike is mounted. Her tongue returned to its mission on my clit and my hole. Emily is quite capable of tongue-fucking me to orgasm, and it is the sheer variety of ways she can get me off that makes sex with her so exhilarating. 

Only the other day, she had scissored her legs with mine and with the smallest of movements caused her labia to slide between mine. It almost felt like her vaginal lips were nibbling at my clit. The mental image of my hole being opposite hers caused me to squirt inside her. 

She kisses her way up my body. The fact that I am still in my dress gives me a wonder ‘seduced’ feeling. Then I feel the tip of ‘Mike’ sliding against my hole. Emily teases me. Slipping around, but not penetrating me until I feel I’m screaming for it. Then, in one firm movement, she slips inside me…all the way! It makes me gasp and raise my knees high in the air. I want everything…every last millimetre up me. I grab her bum and pull her to me. Her kisses have never stopped. 

Her hand gently pulls a strap over my shoulder and exposes my right boob which she squeezes almost to the point of pain. Deep within me, the dragon awakes and begins to uncoil her scales. The heat rises inside me as Emily expertly fucks me. 

Her other hand reaches down a cups my bum cheek and then goes further, her fingertips just at the puckered flesh of my bum hole. Because of my abundant wetness, it slips inside. The dragon, standing now, arches her back and digs her claws into my womb. 

Emily is whispering words of love to me, but interspersing them with depravity. “My beautiful wife…..cum for me, you delicious cunt.” Her pace quickens and the dragon opens her mouth and breaths fire into my vagina. “Take my spunk up you, my love. Let me fertilise you. I want to make you pregnant, you horny bitch.” 

Emily’s finger darts suddenly deep up my bum and the dragon roars.