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01 February, 2019

Mark and Emily A @BourbonSex Erotic Short Story

A @BourbonSex Erotic Short Story: Mark and Emily



     The night was finally here. It's something that he'd thought about often. It excited him. It made him anxious. It made him feel very sexy.
     He didn't go all out on his first time. A simple outfit of blouse and skirt with makeup and a pair of his wife's panties.
     The door opened and Mark stepped out into the light. His eyes, rimmed in dark eye-liner, shone in the soft light of the room. Gentle hints of rouge marked his cheeks and his lips were a soft, glossy mauve color. He worked his face into a smile. His hair was done up in a loose configuration of spikes, held out with gel, and his stubble was short and manicured against his chin. He was nervous, but took a deep breath and relaxed. The silk fabric of the shirt he wore felt good against his skin and the warm air circulating and lifting under the black skirt he wore felt good against his legs. His cock was gently stuffed into a pair of silk panties that hugged him everywhere.

     And he loved it.
     Emily stood from her position on the couch and looked at him. She loved watching the smile play games with his lips. He wasn't sure what to do with himself and she went to him, took him in her arms and smiled.
     "You look beautiful." She said.
     "I feel beautiful." Mark replied in a whisper.
     "Come on." She said as she took his hand and led him to the kitchen.
     There, a small meal was set on the table, lit with the soft glow of candles. They sat and drank wine and enjoyed the quiet dinner. When it was over, they kept drinking the wine and talking. When the bottle was empty, Emily leaned over to Mark and kissed him. It was a long, slow kiss that was something usually reserved for a first date, or the first time someone says "I love you" in a relationship. But they'd been together for years and this kiss held the love of all those years in it. She pulled away from him, looked at him in the soft glow of the candles, and smiled.
     "Come on." She said again, and took Mark's hand.
     She led him to the sofa in the living room and sat him down. She stepped back from him and turned on one of the small lights in the room. She stood before him, dressed similarly to him in a modest skirt and button-down blouse. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, exposing her small, erect nipples. She stepped over to him, straddled him on the couch and placed her nipple in his mouth. He opened and took it in slowly. Tracing over it with his tongue and gently playing with it between his teeth. As he did so, Emily grabbed Mark's hair and guided his head from one nipple to the other. A soft moan escaped her lips and she felt the warmth in the pit of her stomach expand, reach down into her, and radiate from her cunt. She could feel herself opening for him already. And she could feel him as his erection tried to escape the black, silk panties holding him in.
     Emily pulled back from him and stood on the couch, her legs still on either side of Mark. She lifted her skirt, exposing her distinct lack of underwear to her husband. His hands moved up her smooth legs, landing on her ass. He pulled her gently forward and buried his tongue between her wet lips. He licked and sucked at her clit, gently prodding it with his tongue. She giggled despited herself. It felt good, and she was very turned on. She practically dripped down Mark's face. She pulled back and Mark smiled up at her. She climbed down from her perch and told him to move to the end of the couch. From somewhere she produced a vibrator. Nothing too fancy. Just a slim piece of pink plastic with a speed control on the battery housing. She sat against the far end of the couch, resting against the armrest. She hiked her skirt up again, exposing her glistening cunt.
     "You just watch." She said.
     Her left foot moved under the black skirt Mark was wearing and rested against his cock. As she moved her foot back and forth she started fucking herself with the vibrator. Slow at first, never taking her eyes off of her husband's face. He was flushed and breathing more rapidly now. Her foot slowly massaged his erection while she continually thrust the small, pink phallus into her wet slit. Occasionally she stopped and let it hum against her clit. When she did she would arch her back slightly and moan a little. She felt Mark's cock stiffen every time she did it. In and out. In and out. In and out... Then around the rim. Her foot stopped moving and her eyes drifted shut as she felt the oncoming rush. Her leg shifted and she placed extra pressure against Mark's cock as she built herself to climax. She came with a small, shuddering gasp and her body went slack. She looked at him and he was aching to touch her. But she wasn't ready for that.
     "Now you have to clean it up." She said.
     She took his hand and led him to the middle of the room. "Get on your knees." She said, and he got on his knees. She turned to the coffee table, dropped her skirt to the floor and bent over, placing her hands on the dark wood table. Her ass stuck in the air, inches from his face.
     "Well?" She asked. "It's not going to lick itself."
     Mark leaned forward and began lapping at her dripping cunt. Long, slow licks from front to back. He licked her thighs, her legs, her labia, and gently probed her asshole. Her knees buckled slightly as he did. She grinned and looked back over her shoulders at him. Then she stood and brought Mark up to his feet. She kissed him while her hand kneaded his cock through the soft fabric of the skirt. She licked at her own juices on his face. She stuck her fingers between her legs, pulled them out and stuck them into Mark's mouth. He licked them clean.
     "Your turn." She said. Mark raised an eyebrow. "Bend over."
     As he positioned himself, Emily's vibrator found her clit again. She moved it around and watched her husband. She took her hand under his skirt and ran it along his cock. She took the vibrator from between her legs and started rubbing it on the outside of his panties. He gasped slightly and she smiled. She then slipped both of her hands up along the inside of the skirt, grabbed the edges of his panties and pulled then to the floor. She pressed her hips into his ass and reached around with one hand, under the skirt, and gave his cock long, slow strokes. Her other hand moved her vibrator up the crease of his backside. She would occasionally stick the long, thin end down and rest it on his asshole. He tensed slightly and when he did, she'd give him a an extra tug on his cock.
     "You like it?" She asked.
     "Yes." He moaned.
     She grabbed the skirt and flipped it up onto his back. From the same nowhere that she'd produced the vibrator, she pulled out a bottle of lube. She poured the silky liquid down the length of her vibrator and then worked the lube into his ass. She poured a little more and let it run down his own body to the needed area below. She inserted the lubed up tip of the vibrator into his ass and Mark bit at the air a little. The sense of pressure he felt was different... but good. He liked it. He liked the fact that his wife was the one doing it.
     Emily worked it slowly back and forth, going a little further into him with each gentle thrust. After some time of this she stopped and pulled it out. Mark tensed a little then stood. He felt empty and strange after the experience. His erection stood out, rock hard in the air. Emily dropped to her knees in front of him, lifted the skirt into the air and looked at his cock. She pulled the skirt down to the floor and took his cock into her mouth. Her mouth and left hand worked furiously on his shaft while her right hand found her cunt and began fingering herself. She felt herself gush onto her fingers as she fucked him with her mouth. As she came for the second time in the night, she felt Mark's muscles tighten. She stopped fingering herself and reached up between Mark's legs. The palm of her hand rested on the small of his back and she pulled him into her. She felt him let go and the warm, bitter liquid of his semen fill her mouth. She stayed that way for a moment, running her tongue over the head of Mark's cock, reveling in the ecstasy of the moment. When she knew he was empty she backed off of him, licked it once again, and rose.

     She rose, and kissed her husband on the mouth. Her tongue jutting into his mouth, covered with his semen. He kissed her back long and hard until both knew the moment had ended...

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