I’m getting cock far too often. I got into a regular, easy way of getting fucked by Chris while Alison was in hospital, but it’s become a regular thing….not good.
Similarly, Dani is emerging from her shell very quickly and is eager to try…well…everything…and while it’s lovely to be a part of this, again, it’s not good.
So, I’m limiting my sexual escapades to the ‘unexpected’ and Emily.
And it’s about Emily that I want to write today.
Emily is, as you know, lesbian, although that said, she has tried cock, mainly because, in her words she wants ‘….to enjoy what you enjoy”. Sweet of her, but I think it will never be something she goes out looking for. I can see her (possibly) joining in a threesome if circumstances were right, but going cock-hunting on her own? Nope. I just don’t see it.
So, Emily is leaving her job. I don’t want her to feel like a ‘kept woman’, but there is no need for her to work, and she doesn’t particularly enjoy her job. So the plan is for her to leave, decide what she’d really like to do with her life (other than me of course - who she’s welcome to ‘do’ any time she likes) and then we will make that happen.
Last night, I had a wonderful bedroom experience with her. She bounced in from work mid-afternoon, which was unusual, told me to wait downstairs and to come up in half an hour.
Doesn’t time drag by slowly when you’re waiting for it to pass? Anyway, half an hour later, I went upstairs and opened our bedroom door. Inside, Emily sat in a chair looking at her most innocent. White trainer bra, white panties, ankle socks. She just made eye contact with me and I instinctively knew what she wanted.
I sat opposite her and watched her masturbate…but not to orgasm. She wanted to get her panties wet…really, really wet. You have no idea how sweet and innocent she looked. In fact, she reminded me of, well, me when I was 15. I’d come home from school, all hot and horny and do exactly the same thing. I loved getting my undies really soaked. I loved the feeling, the scent, everything.
I saw Emily get right to the point of orgasm before she forced her hand away from her crotch. And it took an effort for her to do it as well. Me? Can’t you guess? I was easily as wet as she was, and I hadn’t even touched myself yet.
Emily got up, walked over to me and knelt across my lap. Her scent drifted up between us and made my burn with desire for her.
I suppose I am quite submissive really. That’s not to say I am always the submissive partner, or that Emily is in any way dominant or to use a word I loathe ‘butch’. Far from it. We are both really feminine, but she, it seems to me, usually falls naturally into the slightly more dominant role.
So….her straddled across my lap in a big old armchair, and her knees tucked up by my bum. Her wetness scenting the air and making me tremble with desire.
She held her fingers to my face and I felt their wetness as she rubbed them over my lips. Then, slowly, deeply, she kissed me. I reached around behind her and undid her bra. The soft cotton material fell away from her firm boobs, and in that moment, you really couldn’t pitch her age. This could be Emily at 22, or Emily at 15. I imagine she looked exactly like this when she was exploring her pubescent, developing body.
As the kiss deepened, I slipped my right hand between her legs, feeling the wet material and her swollen labia. At that precise moment, I wanted everything this girl could give me. I wanted to be drenched in her wetness….I wanted to mark me as hers…I wanted…anything and everything she had.
My fingers worked their way under the crotch of her panties and effortlessly slipped inside her vagina. She sighed and I felt her grip me once, twice, three times, and for a moment, I thought I’d made her cum, but that delight was to follow.
She placed her head on my shoulders and whispered into my ear how much she loved me, and how her life would be so empty without me. I kissed her neck by return and worked my fingers inside her to stimulate her g-spot which we discovered together. Up until that day, Emily had doubted that g-spots even exist. When I found hers and pressed it hard as she came, she had lost all control, and squirted everywhere. It was glorious…messy…uncontrolled….and unspeakably fabulous.
Emily possesses the ability to slither from one place to another almost without one noticing, and suddenly, she was kneeling and gently spreading my legs. I offered up a silent prayer of thanks that today had been a pantyless day. She leaned forward and her tongue found my sex with practiced ease.
We often talk dirty to one another, even when we are having slow, passionate, romantic sex. It’s just something we’ve grown into. It works for both of us so well. Having Emily hold my face in both her hands, kiss me on the lips, then look deeply into my eyes while saying, “Oh, you dirty cunt…I love you so much.” is enough to make my knees go week and I have trouble standing.
Emily sucked my clit hard. I hooked my legs over the arms of the chair exposing myself fully to her. My arousal lifted from its launch pad and I almost came into her mouth, but she had other ideas. She took my hand and led me to our bed. Once there, she lay me gently down and climbed slowly on top of me. I spread my legs wide and brought my knees up. Emily began her rhythm fucking me as if she had a penis inside me, but in reality, her panties were stimulating both our clits simultaneously. Also, there was the psychological aspect of it too. I enjoy being fucked by her, and, believe me, when you’re a girl and being fucked by another girl, it adds a whole new dimension to it.
I let my hands roam all over her back, from her shoulders to her tight, panty-clad bum. Miss Brain flashed images at me constantly. Emily at 22, how we would look if someone walked in right now….Emily at 15 lying on top of me and working herself up between another girl’s legs for the first time. Me at 15 underneath her…..both of us as school friends exploring together….
My orgasm rolled around, deep inside me, growling, and growing in strength, waiting for its release. Ah, but I knew how to release Emily’s pent up dragon. I slipped my hand under her waistband and found the wetness between her legs. I made no attempt to finger her though. Once my middle finger was slipping easily over the others, I found her bum and pressed my finger deep inside her. She threw her head back and cried out, “Oh, you fucking bitch.” I felt every contraction, every twitch, every movement. When she came down, she smiled playfully at me and said, “And now, it’s your turn.”
She rolled me over onto my tummy and pushed her finger deep into my bum hole while simultaneously reaching for my clit. I came in seconds. But we weren’t done.
She led me to the bathroom and into the shower. Remember, she was still in panties and ankle socks and I was still in my dress. She held me close and kissed me so that my knees buckled. One of them went between her legs and she started to ride my thigh. I love dry humping like this. We have both cum so many times in this shower doing this together.
I make no apologies for telling you that I dropped to my knees and pressed my lips against her panties over her clit and made her cum again.
When I looked up at her, we both had tears streaming down our faces.
A shower later and we found ourselves lying on bath towels naked on our king-sized bed. This time, Emily used Mike, and made love to me expertly. To count the orgasms seems, well, blasphemous. I spread my legs, opening myself to her and she penetrated me. It was divine…an act not of sex, but of complete and utter love. Oh, there were orgasms, of course, but they were inconsequential. Some of you may have experienced sex like this….where the act of coupling far outweighed the need for the pursuit of climax.
Emily had me vaginally and anally. While she was in my bum, I heard and felt her orgasm. Even though ‘Mike’ isn’t particularly good at direct clitoral stimulation, the mere act of what we were doing was enough to make my fiancé cum.
Soon, we will be married…and in a Catholic Church by a priest who would no-doubt be in a world of hurt if his bishop discovered what he was doing. Some people have asked me, “So…who is the ‘wife’ and who is the ‘husband’?” It doesn’t work like that…not for us, anyway. I will be Emily’s wife, she will be mine. In the bedroom, which one of us is dominant seems to work itself out with no direct thought from either of us. It just happens. Sometimes, it’s me, sometimes (most times) it’s Emily.
Sometimes, our sex is tender beyond words, other times it can be raunchy…violent, even. Canes, handcuffs and whips have been used, by both of us on the other. We role play. We sneak panties sometimes from people we find sexy. Fortunately, Dani lives here, so there are a ready supply of hers, and just lately, Dani has shown the desire to experiment with us. We don’t want a Prince Charles/Diana set up though, as in we don’t want three people in our marriage. A threesome from time to time, fine, we’re both up for that.
Me having casual sex with a guy? Yep…discussed and agreed. Emily having casual sex? Sure. Why not? We both find each other’s sexual activities wildly exciting - like when Emily ‘zoomed’ me a video of her masturbating at her desk. With colleagues in shot behind her. Damn! I think I came as many times as she did. Emily is head-turningly attractive. I can see anyone of either gender wanting to get into her panties. And why not?
But, as we lie here now, Emily breathing deeply as she sleeps beside me, I look at her and I know that she is mine, and I am hers on a deep, spiritual level, we are entwined and conjoined. Our souls are one.
Our bodies…
…well, they’re just along for the ride.
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