I pretended to be asleep when Emily stepped into the bedroom from her shower...

She coaxed the curtains apart and I watched the morning light touch her naked body. Pale skin enveloped her slender neck and shoulders, blanketing her collarbone like snow and sloping gently over her soft breasts; Each one crowned by a conspicuous pink nipple that pointed up and outward.

I wanted to pull her into bed and make love to her, but her choice of underwear that I watched slide up her thighs and over her pubic hair signaled that she wasn’t in the mood.

We’d tried for months to rekindle our sex life, and that morning over coffee she finally relented and agreed to open our marriage. We were deeply in love, but didn’t want to hold each other back any longer.

Emily rarely wanted to have sex, so I was surprised when she’d found someone within a couple of days. She showed me his picture and their text exchange, and acting nonchalant I encouraged her to sleep with him.

“There’s no going back” she tested me after drafting a request to meet him that would set events cascading. I impulsively gave a nod and watched her manicured finger touch ‘send ’.

The next morning before she woke, I quietly unlocked her phone to find his reply – Promise me not to waste my time.

She’d already responded – I promise!! xxx

The two met at a coffee shop on a weeknight to make formal arrangements and settle on boundaries and a safe word. I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra when she’d put on her jacket to leave.

I distracted myself flipping through hook-up apps, optimistic that nothing would come of their meeting. Emily was a kind person and very particular and he didn’t seem like her type at all.

An hour passed with no word from her, and for the next ninety minutes I checked my phone incessantly. Finally it lit up with a text from her – Just out for drinks. Don’t wait up x

She came home late that night and had a shower before crawling into bed naked. “How did it go?” I asked. She snuggled in to spoon with me.

“He’s coming over Sunday night,” she replied, her hand finding mine. “I want you to be home if that’s okay”.

My heart jumped. “So it went well?” I asked, trying to sound indifferent.

I felt her fingers twitch and she lay still. The silence became unnerving. “I don’t think he actually likes me,” she said at last, pulling my arm around her. “I mean… he was charming and physically he was very affectionate… but there was this… detachment.” Her gaze was lost somewhere beyond the window pane.

I sat up to give her my focus. “Is that why you want me to be here?”

“No, it’s just…” She turned to look at the ceiling. “I mean… he was actually really sweet. I just…” she started over. “I followed him outside for a cigarette and… and it got really intense… I mean it was nice in a way.” she mused with a mixture of curiosity and something I couldn’t quite place. “I kissed him and he grabbed my throat and pushed me against the wall. It was nice, like I said… I just wasn’t expecting it.

“Do you still want to do this?” I asked, sitting up.

“I do.” she confessed quickly, sounding apologetic. “He made me promise… I really do though. I just need to know that you’ll be close.” She said, holding my arm. “This is what you want, right?”

I was alarmed, but the thought of hearing them fucking in our bed made my dick hard. I kissed the back of her neck and she wiggled her bum into me. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She said teasingly.

I rubbed her tense shoulders and back, eventually landing my hand on her breast. Her fingers slid over mine and she brought my arm back down around her midriff and fell asleep.

The day he was coming Emily cleaned the house and bedroom and spent all afternoon preparing. I stepped into our room and saw her underwear laid out on our good silk bedding; Black thigh-high stockings, Christian Louboutin heels and a matching lace thong. I’d bought these for photoshoots with her, but she’d never worn them to bed.

In the bathroom she was shaving her long legs, carefully and slowly. From the tub she asked how I was feeling. I smiled and reassured her, though I was unsure myself. I watched the razor pull over her skin before dipping below the water to release the red pubic hair. Each stroke would reveal a little more of the two pale mounds that framed the hood of her clit. I’d never seen her look so naked.

Later in the bedroom she pulled the black panties over her porcelain thighs. Her skin was smooth and fair and her body looked fragile. She motioned me to leave, so I went downstairs.

The living room felt charged with anticipation. A bottle of French wine and two crystal glasses were set on the coffee table like a tableau for a play about to start.

When she descended the stairs her hair was tied up in a chignon. Her lashes were long black spires, and her lipstick was a deep shade that made her mouth look wet. She wore a black choker and a delicate silk blouse that draped over her naked breasts and tucked neatly into a high waisted skirt. Underneath sheer black stockings climbed her legs, adorning her bare thighs with lace trim.

At the landing she pulled her spring raincoat off the hook and over her arms. It was tailored in Paris and cut high above the knee. Her silhouette was imposing.

She ambled through the living room, and gracefully sat down across from me humming. I watched her slide an Italian leather pump over each pointed foot and glimpsed her creamy inner thighs that disappeared under her skirt. Her legs closed shut and she looked at me with a serious expression. “There’s something I… you should know…” She started again. “I took birth control for this.”

Sharp knocking loudly interrupted us, and I stood up, too shocked to respond. I opened the door and saw him for the first time. He was tall and thin but well built with long wavy hair and a serious face. He wore a tan linen shirt with fitted jeans. His handshake was firm, and he was polite enough, but physically, he made me feel like I was standing between him and his mate.

Emily stood up carefully in her tall shoes as I let him inside. She smiled, acknowledging him, and his dark eyes locked onto her. They traveled down her expensive jacket, past her thighs and stockings, to the red soles of her heels. She began to anxiously fidget with the buttons but stopped when he came over to place his hands on her hips. Looking up to meet his gaze, she smiled and lifted her arms over his shoulders to bring her face close to his. She closed her eyes and they kissed tenderly.

I watched her mouth open to meet his again and saw their tongues touch before her lips closed over them. She brought her fingertips to his face but he seized her wrists to bring them back down. Emily suddenly looked uneasy.

“Thank you for doing this.” she blurted, stepping back. “We’re just, really, so grateful and we just… We want you to know that we trust you completely…” Her eyes darted frantically around the room. “And if there’s something you want just take it.” There was a long silence. His attention turned to me and I avoided his gaze. “You look really sexy.” she added, blushing.

“Sit down,” he told me, as he began unbuttoning her coat. She helped him, working from the bottom as though in a rush. Calmly, he escorted her arms back to their sides. She looked up at him for reassurance but his eyes were fixed upon her chest. Slowly he unveiled to himself his latest acquisition.

The coat slipped off her shoulders and he stepped back to study her body. Emily laughed nervously and she felt her breasts flutter under the thin fabric. She turned her head and dropped her shoulders back to display them.

“Turn around,” he said. And she quickly did.

The heels on her shoes were high and forced her to flex her thighs and calves to keep balance. But she liked how her butt looked perched in them. She stood in a pose she’d practiced and glanced over her shoulder to gauge his interest.

There was a drawn out stillness and his gaze began to feel critical. All at once she was self conscious. Her brain flooded with insecurities about her prominent nipples and the veins sometimes visible through her translucent skin.

Then she felt his fingers hook under her skirt to hike it up over her bum. She held the garment in place for him to step back and inspect her. She gave him a playful jiggle.

“Bend over” he instructed.

It was too much. She looked at me; her eyes desperate, as though I might intervene. But I was spellbound and didn’t want him to stop, so I did nothing.

“Bend over,” he said again sternly.

She teetered for several seconds, and then, very slowly, she began to lean forward. Her fingers splayed out in front of her to catch the floor and her spine plunged to present herself to him. The silence was unnerving as she acquiesced.

In that moment something fractured deep inside of Emily. Her trepidation shifted into a profound yearning for his approval. All at once she wished for nothing more than to have him want her.

With apprehension she began to slowly oscillate her hips, gradually swaying her sacred offering while he stood with his arms crossed looking amused.

But suddenly, beckoned by the scent of her fertility he advanced. Stopping her with his hands he knelt so close that she could feel his hot breath. He used his thumbs to spread her cheeks so only a thin strip of wet, lacy fabric concealed her.

And then she felt it pulled to the side.

She anticipated his tongue pushing between her labial folds, or even a finger pressed into her anus. Instead she heard three snaps from his cell phone camera.

Emily became overwhelmed. Her cheeks flushed red and tears began to swell. She tried to say something but only yelped when he spanked her forcefully. She covered her face to hide her emotions. “Stand up. Turn around” he ordered. And she immediately complied.

Facing him, she tugged her skirt back down to hide what he’d already desecrated. He lifted her chin with his finger to make her look at him, and smiled with satisfaction noticing the mascara smeared across her cheek. She felt his muscular arms snake around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace.

She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath to regain her composure but the scent from his chest made her heart pound. Blood rushed to her reproductive organs preparing her body for him. The desire to please him was overpowering.

He scooped his fingertips under each small breast and bounced them one at a time, appraising them carefully. “Hm.” was all he offered. Then he passed his thumbs over her nipples and I could see them respond through her silk blouse.

Emily felt betrayed by her body; By the glands in her vagina and breasts that revealed to him her desire, with their white mucus secretions and swollen pink protrusions.

She kissed him forcefully, wrapping her fingers through the hair behind his head, attempting to reclaim some control. He accepted her and she melted as his hands slid down her sides and around her waist.

In front of me, he unfastened the top of her blouse. With each button he would fold the silk back to reveal her pale chest and shoulders. I could see her heart beating as the fabric hung and then slipped off each erect nipple.

His fingers worked behind her neck to unfasten her choker. It fell to the floor as he cradled the back of her head. She lowered her eyelids and lifted her mouth to his while he consolidated the grip in her hair.

Her wanting tongue perched on her lip when suddenly her head was wrenched back to expose her neck and wobbled breasts. He clasped her wrist and coerced it down over his belt and jeans. She resisted first, and then capitulated, cupping his dick obediently. Her fingertips outlined his soft shaft that she began to caress. She looked up at him for instructions, and thus permitted him to dismantle her dignity.

She felt him clasp her bare throat and then her shoulders hit the wall. His grip tightened until she struggled to breathe and when she tried to plead, he spit into her mouth. She closed her eyes and lips to savor the taste of him before swallowing. A loud slap shocked her mouth open again. “I’m sorry,” she exclaimed, flustered.

His hands enveloped her ripe breasts and he fondled them gently. He brought his lips to their milky skin and kissed softly around each areola without touching them. She giggled uneasily at his teasing.

His tongue then pressed against her pink lobules before his warm mouth closed over them to suckle her. She cradled his head maternally, condoning him.

Using his hand he coated her breast with saliva he’d been collecting. Its wetness gleamed when he slapped it viciously. She winced in pain but then dutifully bestowed upon him, her other delicate breast.

She was immensely relieved to feel him indulging himself with her body. When he pushed her onto her knees a bead of cum rolled down the inside of her thigh.

“Wait for us upstairs” he told me.

Sitting on a chair in the corner of the bedroom I was beside myself. All I could think about was her sucking his dick and the pleasure he was extracting from her. I strained to listen to them but her mouth was full and he wasn’t much for talking. I could faintly hear his belt buckle clacking and a soft whimper from my young wife after he slapped her.

When they appeared at the doorway she was topless and the skin around her throat and breasts was flush. He followed behind her still fully clothed but his belt was undone. He had her blouse in his hand.

She faced him to unfasten her skirt and shimmy it over her hips and shoes. Leaning forward, she lingered to let her breasts dangle for him and then returned to her knees. Her bum looked exquisite in the black thong I’d bought for her. It accentuated her slender waist and the small gap between her thighs.

He towered above her and pulled his shirt up and over his shorn torso. His dick was shaved too. It was thick and substantial. Emily pulled her hair back in anticipation. Entranced, I watched her receiving him.

He draped his cock over her face and then she took it into her hands. Bringing the head to her mouth she looked up at him to kiss it. She kept eye contact while parting her lips to glide them up and over his flaccid shaft. He moaned and held it inside of her. When he withdrew, it had grown significantly. A string of saliva suspended between them and she wrapped it around her finger before he entered her again. With each push it stiffened until he was fully erect.

Then he gently planted his hands at the back of her head and adjusted his footing to sink himself deep down her throat. I was astonished by how much of him she could take, yet he pressed further inside of her until she gagged. Strands of slobber dangled from her chin and breast when he extracted himself and lifted her to her feet.

By the neck, he led her backwards onto our bed and clamped her to the mattress. He whispered something in her ear, then placed his lips over hers. With his tongue he coaxed her mouth open slowly until she brought her hand to his cheek and kissed him affectionately. “I’m sorry, I’m just not used to somebody so assertive.” she confessed, running her fingertips over his dick. “I like it.”

He stood up and she straightened her legs for him to peel off her thong. Ropes of grool decorated her stockings when he slid them down over her shoes. The scent was intoxicating.

Her hips gyrated as he placed his mouth over her smooth pussy and kissed it passionately. Her back arched and her thighs began to quiver.

He mounted her next, parting her labial lips with the tip of his cock. When they kissed she could taste her sex but she ached for his. “I want you to cum in me” she whispered, pushing into him.

“Please?” He suggested, teasing his hips back.

“Please,” she responded sweetly.

He inhaled deeply to savor all that he had taken from her, and I watched his body swell with power.

“Please,” she said again before running out of patience. “Just fuck me! pleeease… GOD. PLEASE!”

And he did.

His cock surged into her, breaching her sacred chamber; thick enough to fill it completely. Her vagina instinctively closed around it and her whole body convulsed as he claimed her. With each rhythmic pulse her surrender deepened. He was sheathed in creamy mucus when he finally withdrew.

I was mesmerized. His dick was strange and magnificent; dark and bowing upward with tension. I watched a clump of Emily’s cum glide down it, dangle and drop onto her leg.

“Your pussy is fucking tight,” he said before turning to look at me.

“Come back” she implored, grasping for him, but he swatted her hand away, noticing that I’d been staring.

“Do you see something you like?” he said, taunting me as if I was interrupting them. He displayed his impressive cock in his hand and then slapped it down against her clit to make her body jump. She stroked it lovingly with her fingertips and tried to coax it back between her legs but he batted her hands away again.

“Come here” he beckoned me. I hesitated, unsure that I wanted to participate, but I found myself drawing closer. He seized my wrist to make me touch him, and as I watched my fingers curl around his phallus I was astounded by how thick it felt in my hand. “Don’t be shy,” he said, “put it back inside for her.”

Compliantly I pressed his dark head down until it disappeared into Emily. Stepping back, I watched him hold her throat as he pushed himself entirely up inside of her.

“Ohhhhhhh you’re perfect!” she sighed breathlessly as he began to slowly fuck her. “Don’t stop… pleeease don’t stop, God you’re perfect.”

“Remember your safe word.” he cautioned, gradually ramping up his intensity.

She was completely transported. Her breasts bounced and recoiled violently and I watched her lower tummy bulge at the apex of each thrust. Yet her face was serene.

His testicles slapped against her ass as he plundered her unceasingly; gripping her throat if she began to resist him. He seemed fixated on how much she was able to handle and fucked her mercilessly until her eyes were frantic. She cried out, reaching her limit and only then did he begin to relent.

Her legs still quivering, Emily recovered with her face and elbows on the floor where she’d been dismounted. He reclined on our bed looking gratified, resting his arms behind his head, waiting for her to recuperate.

He turned to me and laughed. “Your wife is a fucking slut.”

Eventually, with her Louboutins still on, Emily climbed beside him, and with listless grace took him into her mouth. She sucked his dick not with passion this time, but with a desperate need to reconnect. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” she told him quietly.

He lifted her chin off his dick to look into her eyes, “You’re mine now.” he assured my wife. She sat up and nodded. Her wet lips then found his mouth, and cupping his balls in her palm, she massaged them gently with her saliva while they kissed.

She climbed him to straddle his torso, and her slender fingers guided his cock back inside of her. Her hips pressed down with the full weight of her desire and she rocked back and forth to self soothe. Liberated by her agency she held his neck while grinding into him.

When he took over again, her eyes rolled back and her legs trembled with release and then resignation. She rolled limply onto her back and dropped her thighs open. Pink petals of wavy flesh spread agape for him and his dick slid into her easily.

Pinning her arms down he reasserted his dominance and she faithfully succumbed. Her body looked almost lifeless underneath him as he fucked her without restraint.

As he approached climax she tightly wrapped her legs around him and felt pumping inside of her. His cum shot through her cervix and splashed into her uterus. He pressed deeper and held himself inside still throbbing before his body finally relaxed.

She languidly writhed on the bed while her fallopian tubes absorbed his seed.

He delicately brushed the hair off her face and placed his dick on her lips so she would clean it off in her mouth. She was thorough but he wiped it with her silk blouse anyways.

She lay in the fetal position and watched him pull on his jeans and shirt. She yearned for him to return and lay with her, to nestle with her once more, but dared not ask.

He came back and coaxed her legs apart to take video of her ravaged pussy. It was cavernous and leaking his cum. Next he brought the phone in front of her to document her face and vanquished breasts.“Don’t go!” she pleaded into the camera.

But he left, and closed the door behind him. “Thank you.” she said to no one.

I got up to get her a glass of water and a cloth.

*Stay tuned for part 2