Emma
Then suddenly, there he was. He was walking quickly towards me, but he was looking up at the large notice boards for the train and platform number. He looked stressed. Was he angry with me? He obviously spotted the train details and he looked towards the gate where I was waiting, and then saw me. And he smiled. And I smiled back.
He walked straight up to me and kissed me. There was no hello, or how are you, or even are you ok, the usual, normal greeting of a husband and wife. And not a little peck on the cheek, or a little kiss on my lips but a full-on deep kiss, right there, with hundreds of people walking by. And I responded. I flung my arms around him and returned his kisses with as much passion as I could.
The final boarding announcement broke the spell, and we rushed through the barriers and jumped on the train. We found a pair of seats and I sat down and watched as Eddie put all the bags and shopping onto the overhead shelf. I couldn’t help looking at his crotch as I wanted to fuck him there and then, and when he sat down, I snuggled up as close as I could and held his arm tightly. Blimey, I thought, we had been married twenty years, but it felt like we were honeymooners!
We didn’t talk much on the journey home. We both just resting together. He had his arm around me, and I snuggled into his chest. He would occasionally kiss my head, and I would turn and kiss him right back.
We were home just after 5 pm, having made our short connection. We walked from the station to our house, with Eddie carrying all the bags and the shopping and with me holding on to his arm as tightly as possible. And as soon as we shut the door, I took him straight upstairs and into our bedroom.
I pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, kissing him deeply for all I was worth. I pulled off his tie, and nearly ripped his shirt off, and kissed his chest and nipples as I unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. I pulled them off, with his socks and then stood in front of him.
I peeled off my sweater and then unzipped my skirt which slipped to the floor. I was wearing a new lacy bra which showed my nipples, with a tiny G-string and hold-up stockings. I still had my high heels on, and I stood with my hands on my hips.
"You like?” I asked. “It’s exactly what I wore last night, but a fresh set just for you.” He smiled and I leaned over him and pulled off his pants. His cock sprung up into the air.
“Oh, I see you approve,” I said and slowly drew him into my mouth. He was rock solid and after just a minute or two I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. I took his lovely cock in my hand and pushed his swollen head into my pussy and pressed down. I have always loved the first penetration but this time it was something else. It sent my pussy into spasms, as close to a full orgasm as it could be, and I began riding him hard and soon I was coming properly.
And it was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. It started deep, deep inside me, and rose right up through my whole body. I jerked and jerked my hips, as the pulses flooded through me, and my breasts tightened. Eddie reached up and his hands squeezed them, as his fingers pulled my nipples. It went on for what seemed an age but finally my orgasm subsided, and l lay on his body utterly spent and completely content.
I told Eddie everything that happened last night, in as much detail as I could recall, only pausing to kiss him passionately every minute or so, while he gently fucked me. And he told me how he felt as he had watched me with these men, and the gut-wrenching feelings inside him, and the thoughts and images rushing through his head. But he also described the incredible excitement that had surged through him seeing me walk away.
And all the time his thrusting got harder and harder and I pulled him deeper and deeper, grinding my sopping pussy into his pelvis until his orgasm hit him like a thunderbolt. And it was exactly what I needed, and as his cum spurted inside me, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and shuddered in sheer ecstasy, as my second orgasm flooded through me.
The next day I mostly slept. Eddie was working from home, and he kept looking in to check on me. I was shattered, but my mind was working overtime. Did I really do that? And the more I thought about last night the more I began to worry. And there was one image that kept flashing through my head. It was the image I had seen in the mirror in the bathroom when I had gone to clean up. There was this petite woman in hold-up stockings and high heels, her black hair all tossed and dishevelled. Her make-up was smeared, and her skin had red blotches where it has been squeezed and sucked, and her nipples were swollen. And she had cum in her hair and across her face, and some hanging from her chin.
It was around 6pm when I finally got up, but Eddie wasn’t there. I remembered he had told me he was popping out for a couple of pints with his mates. I know this was a Friday ritual, Eddie and a few mates just catching up for an hour or so but I needed to speak to him.
I waited for him sat in front of the fire, with a small glass of wine, and tried to watch the television but couldn’t. The images of that night kept flashing through my head, and then of last night as I made love to my husband. What must he think of me? And I was so tired. I so wanted to sleep, but I had to talk to him.
It was about two hours later when I heard the door, and his footsteps coming downstairs to the family room where I was waiting.
Oh, you’re up,” he said, “do you need a top-up?”
“No thanks,” I replied. “Eddie, we need to talk.”
He didn’t say a word. Instead, he walked slowly over to the fridge and, very calmly, he got himself a beer and then a glass. He poured the beer carefully and then slowly walked over to where I was waiting and sat down next to me.
“Are you ok?” he said.
No, I wasn’t. I was worried. I had just picked up two random blokes and I had not just let them fuck me, but I had sucked them off, and let them both cum in my mouth and all over my face. I needed to know how he felt about that.
He thought for a few seconds and then, as Eddie can often do, he answered with a simple question.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked.