Emma Wilde always appreciated her husband, Ray’s, gentle caring attitude towards her. He was always considerate when they had what had become their standard Saturday night union. Always pleasant enough for her, as it usually was, but, for some time, she had been left with a strange sense of dissatisfaction. Sure, she felt good, Ray was so loving. But lately, she would lie awake worrying why she was stuck with this unfamiliar feeling of discontent.

At such times, it was as though a hungry serpent squirmed deep down inside her, craving a completion that she was unable to provide. Beside her, Ray’s darkly handsome profile, made her feel so disloyal after his gentle respect for her body. Always, Ray had exhibited that concern for her feelings

Married for four years, Emma hoped she had always been the good wife. Ray often praised her cooking, the way she kept the house bright, while maintaining her secretarial work, where again her warm friendliness was appreciated.

Emma’s mother had impressed upon her, through her teen and college years, that keeping herself intact until marriage was the only route to happiness. Hence her three-year celibate courtship with Ray, which Emma had insisted on before their marriage.

For Emma and Ray, every Sunday morning was the same. Downstairs, a smiling Ray would mouth his standard Sunday morning words, as he indicated the set table, “For your services last night, Madam.”

Every weekend, Emma baked a walnut cake and scones, Ray might do some gardening, before going on the computer to place his usual weekly bet on the horses. Emma had some misgivings, but his gambling had never become addictive. Evenings were television time, and sometimes, when Emma expressed her disgust at some explicit scene, Ray would just nod and laugh.

Emma freely admitted that she was easily disgusted. Once Ray mentioned her ‘vagina’, and she had told him, without rancour. “An awful word, sounds more like an engine part.” Hearing what she considered the obscene vocabulary for it, she sweetened it up by having herself a ‘cunny’. Ray liked that, and thought it suited her.

Their week would float by, on the tide of the habitual, so secure, so loving. But on Saturday evenings, that serpent would writhe in her lower belly, after their standard session. Yet she was reluctant to tell Ray about it for fear of hurting his feelings.

Emma knew that her best friend, Lorna, had unintentionally influenced her uncertain emotions. So different on matters carnal, it was unbelievable that they became close friends, Emma the virginal, and Lorna the self-confessed wanton. Opposites attract? Oh, most certainly.

For three college years, she had avoided the student that the boys called "Lusty Lorna". But one day, in her final year, Emma, with her kindly nature, was defenceless when blonde, mouthy Janet Fagin, backed by three other girls, surrounded her, chanting, “Emma’s a virgin, who’s ready for mergin’ with cocks like thin cocktail sticks.” The others had howled with laughter. Emma had become tearful.

Quite unexpectedly, Lorna had stepped in, slapped Janet Fagin, and ranted, “Why can’t a young woman be herself, without a bunch of weirdos like you making her life hell?”

The group sidled away, Emma mumbled her thanks, yet surprised that Lorna could be so protective, especially when she said, “Don’t get upset at those bitches. Getting good grades, aren’t you?”

Emma nodded uncertainly, and Lorna said, “That’s why their knickers are in a twist. Jealous as hell. Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee.”

That was the start for them. After college, they stayed in touch by phone, and met in a local alehouse fortnightly, where Lorna gave an obviously toned-down report of sexual exploits.

From gratitude, Emma, being Emma, moved to affection for her lively friend. She accepted Lorna’s lifestyle, mainly because Lorna made no secret of it, always adding, “Not your kind of thing.”

Learning that Lorna had acquired a permanent man in her life, delighted Emma. His name was Lance. “Lance by name, Lance by nature,” heralded another guarded account of how well they fit together.

Then one Thursday, Emma was surprised to get a phone call from Lorna, uncharacteristically tearful. Lance had left her, and as Emma, voiced her concern, she had to ask, “Is it someone else?”

“I’m not sure. Says he didn’t like the rose tattoo I had done last Tuesday.”

Emma shook her head, “A rose tattoo? Where?”

“On my mound,” Lorna said unhappily.

Emma might have laughed but expressed her regrets. Then Lorna asked if she could visit them Sunday, saying she had a favour to ask and Ray needed to be there.

Sunday, and they sat around the kitchen table. Lorna told them, “Lance left, not bothering with anything, including the booking we had made for a week in St. Martin.”

“Caribbean?” Emma asked.

Lorna nodded, “I’ve heard it is beautiful, and I’ll need your company, Emma to kill all memory of Lance. And you, Ray, we need your blessing. I’ll take care of her. Promise.”

Emma had worries about Ray’s response, but, surprisingly, Ray was quick to tell her, “I believe it will do you the world of good. I’ll miss you, but if you send me pics on your phone, I’ll feel like I’m there.”

During the weeks up to leaving, Emma listened to Lorna’s advice on what to pack, “I’m only taking what strips off easiest.” Emma guessed she wasn’t referring to hot weather.

Surprisingly, the lengthy time on the plane was easily filled by watching two films, sleeping, reading, and chat. During one of the chats, Lorna admitted “Emma, I know I’ve promised Ray I’d take care of you, but I intend to rid my body of Lance. Okay?”

Emma was unsure what that meant, but she wasn’t at all surprised by Lorna’s next statement. “You, Emma, should widen your experience. A private hotel beach with topless allowed, and most beaches are tolerant.”

“Expose my breasts?” Emma was horrified at the prospect.

“You’ve got superb tits. Mine are one size too big.” She laughed out loud, “Some you’ll see are so grotesque, mine will look like Miss World’s.”

Emma laughed with her friend yet remained uneasy.

Reaching the hotel, late and in the dark, Emma, could only dimly appreciate the lavish reception area, but their second-floor room, was impressive, with luxurious sleeping area and en-suite facilities.

“I wouldn’t mind a shower,” Lorna commented, “but it would wake me up.”

From a wide balcony, Emma looked out at the lights marking the curve of Simpson Bay. Lorna had started undressing, so Emma followed suit.

Shedding her panties, Lorna turned to Emma, “You haven’t seen my rose tattoo, have you?”

In fact, Emma hadn’t seen Lorna naked since they took showers at college. A very different prospect now. Rather than admire the tattoo, Emma was shocked to see that Lorna had a totally shaven pubic area.

Red petals looked to be supported by a thin green stalk which, by some subtly artistic hand, appeared to sprout from the start of her slit. “Looks very cute,” Emma commented, pleased that, given Lorna’s openness, she could stand naked herself, as she asked, “Did you shave just to...?”

“God, no, I’ve shaved down there for years. My bush was like a jungle, not nice and neat like yours.” She burst out laughing. “Three guys got lost in it, searching for their target.”

“You have to shave often?”

Lorna laughed again, climbing, naked, into her bed, “Ever seen a rose with stubble?”

Emma, following Lorna’s example, climbed into bed, naked. That was another new experience, she thought. And all conversation ended there.

That first full day was a real mix for Emma. Restful, yes. Warm, very. Worrying, yes, when she refused to copy Lorna and remove her top. She just could not do it, despite, many bare breasts around them. But she had a photo taken with topless Lorna.

Another unexpected photo was taken that evening, when Lorna caught her coming naked from the shower. Upset at first, Emma agreed to send it to Ray with the other shots

Discomfort came later that evening when, in a low-quality club, where she drank only white wine with loads of lemonade, they watched an erotic stripping performance by a dark-skinned lady, whose nakedness made Emma both heated and uncomfortable, but turned Lorna on. She insisted Emma dance with her.

They hadn’t danced long when Lorna disappeared from the dance floor. Emma became nervously aware of a tall, slender dark-skinned man dancing around her, a lustful grin on his face. Closer and closer, he danced pressing something hard against her buttocks. When, horrified, she discovered what that hardness was. Emma fled back to the hotel.

From the balcony, Emma, still trembling, took in the lights reflected across the water. The sparkle matched the mixed emotions in her head. Never had she encountered anything, like the events of the past hour. Had she been in control when that dark man’s hardness had explored her crack? Not really

That sexy stripper’s movements had made Emma worry that she was moistening. It was the rhythm of the drums, wasn’t it? Or just being relaxed? Which she wasn’t.

Standing under the warm shower, she worried over what if she hadn’t left the floor? Would that lusty dark man have tried something out there? Almost without thinking her fingers were trailing to part her labia. God, so damp, so ready. How long since she had touched herself like this? Guilt had her thinking of Ray.

Ray! Had he responded to her pictures? How annoyed would he be?

Emma quickly dried and grabbed her phone from her bag. Glancing at it, she saw that Ray had responded. Almost afraid to see what he’d said, she opened it.

Wow! A couple of smart birds. Tell Lorna her melons look ripe! lol.

I was wondering where yours were—but then—wow again, fresh from the shower. Your nakedness made me hard. More. More. More.
I love you - every inch of you! Ray. X

Relieved, and overjoyed at his response, Emma switched to camera, and holding it high and at an angle, she tried to catch the nude selfie that might give Ray the ‘more’ he wanted. Maybe he sensed her opening out. Tomorrow she would do just that. Straight to bed, she fell asleep.

When she woke it was to find that Lorna was tucked up in her own bed.

Emma showered and upon her return, found Lorna sitting up looking rather untidy. Emma read her wicked smile, “What a night! If the rest of our time is like that. Oh, yes.”

Emma handed Lorna the phone with Ray’s response. Lorna read it and laughed. “You see, you make Ray hard from distance, and he wants more.”

Emma went to the beach alone, and Lorna stayed in bed. The hotel beach was busy, but Emma found two loungers with parasols. Sitting, Emma removed her shorts and halter, and the next inevitable step was to unhook her black bikini bra.

So, she did it, and threw it, almost triumphantly, over the back of the lounger. Nothing happened. Nobody screamed, “Wow, look at her!” Confidence, she was telling herself, that’s what’s needed.

Lorna arrived, and clapped her hands, “Great,” she cried, “showing those tits to the world is a first step to relaxing.” She clicked her fingers, “Camera.”

Smiling, Emma handed it over, and with a hand on hip, adopted a provocative pose as Lorna snapped her, before looking at the result. “Ray will like seeing the best tits on the beach.” Lorna paused, “Apart from mine.”

That evening, they prepared to dress for a night club that Lorna had heard about, “Higher class place. Further out. We’ll need a taxi.” But while they were both still naked, Lorna picked up Emma’s phone, and said, “Right, while you’re like that, lie back on the bed.”

Emma looked uncertain, but Lorna gave her a little nudge, “Go on, flat on your back, part your thighs. That’s it, so he can see your stairway to heaven. Now make a come-on gesture. Great.”

Picture taken, Emma had a look. Shocked, she hadn’t realised she had parted her legs that much. Did she dare send that to Ray?

“He asked for more, didn’t he?” Lorna asked, as she slid into a clinging pink silk dress.

Arriving at the club they were struck by the gaudy, coloured lights on the outside matched by the elegant décor inside. Finding a table, Lorna asked what Emma would drink, and her eyes widened when Emma replied, “Whatever you’re having.”

“Good for you, girl.”

Lorna hurried away, looking delighted, and returned with two tumblers, setting one in front of Emma. Tentatively, Emma sipped at the grey liquid. It was surprisingly sweet. “Ooh,” she said to Lorna, “it’s nice. Taste of orange and something else.”

Lorna laughed, “Quite a few something else’s. It’s called a Zombie. Drink it slowly.”

Emma was very relaxed, and it was good sitting to watch what was going on. Waiter service, if required, music from a six-piece band, more muted than last evening, not many dancers. When the music became more upbeat, Lorna said, “Fancy a little jive?”

Taking a quick drink, Emma nodded and followed her friend. Heated charges trickled down into her lower belly. Lorna laughed as they moved to the steady beat.

Lorna placed her hands on Emma's boobs and jiggled with them. “Now make them bounce.” Emma knew she had no chance of bouncing like Lorna’s, but her mood was so carefree, she did try.

Returning, laughing, to their table, they sipped at their drinks, when a loudspeaker announced, “For those of you in a more smoochy mood there are low lights, moonlight and sensuous music out on the patio.”

Lorna and Emma both nodded their decision, and through a side door, they found themselves on an open, tree-lined area, with a circular wooden centre floor. High coloured lights, did not diminish the cosiness of the situation. A three-piece band played a steady sultry rhythm.

Emma noticed the intimacy of the couples dancing. Bodies clung together, hands pulled at eager buttocks, ensuring tight connections.

“I think we’ve hit the right place,” Lorna said, rubbing her hands together.

Her enthusiasm was rewarded very quickly, when a tall fair-haired man, dressed in a red patterned shirt and white pants appeared in front of them. With a smile designed to melt a girl’s heart, he held out a hand to Lorna.

Lorna was immediately on her feet, “I’ll test the floor for you, Emma.”

A waiter arrived, and because Lorna’s glass was empty, and her own surprisingly low, she ordered two more Zombies. She found the waiter’s glance down the front of her blouse, rather pleasant. Oh, she was feeling so light-headed. The teasing of the Zombie tease drink? Not at all Emma-like, was it?

“You look lonely, sitting there.”

The deep tones made her look up to the tanned face of the man, who was smiling down at her. “A looker like you should be dancing.”

God, he was handsome, with his warm-looking mouth and deep brown eyes. He looked so sexy. She was on her feet almost immediately. Why should Lorna have all the fun? Different thinking from the previous day.

At first, he took her almost formally in his arms, and they exchanged names. He was Alex. “You look amazing!” he told her, his compliment such a turn-on.

“It’s comfortable,” she told him.

“Lady, whatever you wore would be enhanced by your looks.”

Oh, God, a sweet talker, and she tensed as his hands moved gently over her buttocks. He shouldn’t, should he? She should stop him, shouldn’t she? Tell him you’re a married woman, Emma. Fingers probed along her crack—deep.

Their heads were close together as his lips nuzzled at her ear, “You have a wonderful body,” he murmured. That was the moment that she realised, in her almost dazed state of uncertainty, that one of his hands had slipped under her blouse to stray gentle over her bare breast, just one finger lingering on her nipple.

“No, I have to sit down,” And all adrift of sensibility she pulled away, very aware of the sudden emptiness inside her. Wanting, yet dreading, such a weird sensation. It was wrong, she had to tell herself, seeing the surprise and disappointment on Alex’ s face.

Breathing deeply, she sat down. Her moistness was noticeable, her heart was pounding. But she wasn’t that kind of girl -was she? Was she? She drained the remains of her first drink, noting that the waiter had left replacements.

Emma sat there, rather dazed. My God, what had she nearly allowed to happen? For a moment, she had enjoyed it, wanted more. True? Oh, those hands. His finger on her nipple, not normally one of her hot points—but the serpent had squirmed deep down, so active now.

Emma gulped at her new drink, very aware of it coursing warmly into her bloodstream, and down. Lorna was nowhere to be seen. The floor was crowded, and the smooching and groping continued.

Suddenly, Lorna flopped into the chair beside her, gasping, “Phew, that’s what you call a quickie. There’s all alcoves behind those hedges.” She went on to tell Emma some of her recent experience. “Much to do with the Zombies, I’m sure.”

Usually, Emma was shocked by Lorna’s exploits, but not on this evening. She told Lorna of her escape. Lorna glanced at the low level in Emma’s. tumbler. “And now you’re regretting it?”

“Oh, Lorna, I’ve never...”

“Do it, Emma. Ray will never need to know. And didn’t he ask for more? Who was the guy you were with?”

Emma shrugged, tried to describe him, as she looked around the tables. Then she saw him, standing alone near the dancers. She pointed.

Lorna nodded her head, “Nice. Want me to go and tell him?”

Emma was on her feet immediately, “No, I’ll do it.”

God, what was driving her? Emma took another mouthful. “Whoa, steady, Emma. It’s powerful stuff.” Lorna warned.

Emma, feeling as high as a kite, gave her a wide grin, before walking towards Alex. Standing alongside him, she had a moment, wondering if this was right. Only a moment, but her insides were telling her exactly what was right. Looking up at the handsome face she said, “Feeling lonely?”

His look of surprise was followed by a wide smile, “Funny you should ask,” he said, and in seconds they were swaying together among the other dancers. At first, Alex simply clutched her buttocks, pulling their bodies tightly together. Then, Emma was aware of a rising pressure against her belly, which wasn’t his hand.

Was this the line between being a good girl or a bad girl? Already, she knew it was too late, and she was plunging over the edge. She gasped as one of his hands, through the thin material of her skirt, located the beginning of her crease. No backing away from it and easing the pressure between them allowed his fingers to explore deeper towards where her dampness increased.

Alight and alive, she simply allowed her fingers to seek his hardness. She tried to trace its length, as he broke the kiss and hissed, “Would you come to my room?”

“You’re staying here?

“I work here. Accommodation in the basement. Not plush, but private.”

Emma nodded, and he led her, around the side of the building. Down a few steps into a dim corridor, before turning a key in a door.

Once inside, they were kissing with a passion that Emma hardly remembered. His tongue wrapped around hers or searched along her cheeks. Skilfully, he undressed her top, before bending to kiss her breasts. Every move he made increased her wetness.

Alex pulled back, smiled and said, “More comfortable sitting.” Emma was led to a single plain covered bed where they both sat, kissed, before he broke to grunt, “Find me.”

She didn’t need a map. She knew exactly what he wanted. Her hand trembled as she unzipped him. The first cock, the only cock, since Ray. No, no thoughts of Ray this evening. This had to be an unthinking act.

In her eager grip, he was hot and hard. No doubt, it was what she wanted.

Emma moaned softly as his fingers slid along her thighs.

“Would you suck me?” he asked, parting her thighs.

Emma caught her breath. This was somewhere she had never been. “Mind if I don’t?”

His shadowed face looked into hers as he said, “My main desire is to fuck you. So, we’ll head that way.”

Quickly, he knelt between her parted thighs, pulled her panties to one side and tongued along her whole channel. Emma thought she would faint it was so good. Knowing her panties were impeding him, she closed her thighs, so he could remove them.

Next second, his tongue was on her clit, and the troublesome serpent was struggling to be free. For her, these were new sensations. Her fingers jerked at his hardness, while two of his fingers probed into her cunny.

Oh, God, it was going to be all too much. His tongue and lips sucked and licked on her clit. She had never felt like this. Fingers in her cunny were flickering and were good. But something had to burst inside her as her rapturous groans left her lips.

Another lick, another suck. The serpent squirmed madly. “Alex. Oh, Alex, I have to have it,” She was pulling madly on his cock, knowing she shouldn’t be thinking of it in that way. She was a good girl.

Lying on her back, Alex moved over her and, momentarily, Emma quivered. His cock was at her cunny entrance. Her breath shuddered in her throat in mad anticipation. Do it. Do it.

Thrusting upwards into her eagerly flexing cunny his searching hardness drove deep into her. Emma had an instant orgasm. And without any doubt her serpent was free. No, it had burst, and now a thousand tiny serpents were spreading through her bloodstream, filling every inch of her body.

Alex withdrew and thrust again and again. Emma heard her own high squeals.

She had experienced two orgasms as the hard rod inside her humped more frantically. His desperate grunts told her Alex was about to cum. She was so aware of his seed exploding inside her, with such frenzied thrusts. Like nothing she had ever known.

Calming down, Emma’s guilt touched in. She’d never done anything so bad, never been unfaithful. What had happened to her? Returning to the dance area, Alex whispered, “I have another free night tomorrow. It would be good if you were here.”

Emma said she wasn’t sure. There were so many things troubling her. Her own guilt. The desperation to repeat what she’d just experienced. What Lorna would want to do. When Lorna returned to their table, full of how she’d had two cocks in one night and finishing with the clincher, “It’s back here tomorrow night.”

So, it was on the next evening they returned, and, as though scripted. Lorna had her two cocks. And was it having two Zombie teases inside her, or a loosening of her morals, that Emma allowed her tongue to lick at the purple head of Alex’s throbbing member. Was that the act of a harlot? But he thanked her. How about that?

Lorna and Emma slept late the next morning. Emma woke with a sense of fulfilment, tinged with guilt. But suddenly Lorna asked, “By the way, have you heard from Ray?”

Emma’s guilt was immediately increased. She hadn’t looked at her phone, since Friday. How could she forget? Maybe worried about Ray’s response. Her phone revealed something special from Ray.

Once again, wow, good to see you got brave on the beach, and I like the pose. But naked on the bed—terrific. And that selfie! Sensational. See what that did to me? See attachment. You look so sexy.
Love, love, love Ray X

Puzzled, she opened the attachment, and gasped loudly as Lorna looked over her shoulder, “God, is that waiting for you at home?” Lorna giggled, “Lucky you.”

What they were looking at was a side shot of a fully erect penis, and Emma knew that it was Ray’s. That little mole on one side gave it away.

“See,” Lorna said guardedly, “you lift him from thousands of miles away. But what does he mean about the selfie?” Emma scrolled the album section and showed Lorna her naked selfie.

Lorna made an appreciative face as she said, “Hell, you look so wanton. Maybe he likes you that way. It sure turned him on.”

Emma was delighted that Ray was taking it so well. On their Saturday nights, he didn’t often look at her lower bits. That brought a deeper stirring of guilt inside her. She was no longer the woman he’d married.

Being Sunday, Lorna suggested that evening they should dress up to see one of the poshest hotels on the island. “Mightn’t be so easy to get laid, and the drinks will be costly, but we’ll see how the other half live.”

Before they left, Lorna held out her hand, and Emma saw two, small white tablets.

“What are they?” she asked.

Lorna grinned, “They’re not drugs. Just pacifiers. To keep us calm in a high-class environment.”

“They safe?” Emma asked dubiously.

“Honestly, they are not narcotic in any way. More herbal, I would say. Would I give you anything that wasn’t safe?”

Tablets swallowed, breaths held, they climbed out of the taxi in front of the imposing frontage of the hotel. “Cool and sophisticated,” Lorna murmured as they moved through the revolving entrance.

“It certainly is,” Emma agreed.

“No,” Lorna chuckled, “I meant us.”

They found the fantastically ornate lounge full but sat on two chairs on the edge of a larger table marked reserved. A waiter told them they could stay until the party arrived. He brought them their Zombies, and they sat back to enjoy the whole cosy ambience of the place. Then the group arrived to claim their table.

Luck was certainly theirs when the two handsome men leading the group insisted that they stay. “We don’t need ten chairs for eight of us.” The other couples gave a friendly nod, and that was the beginning of one of the most amazing evenings, for both of them. Champagne flowed, and they were invited to be part of it.

Emma was flattered by the attentions of the handsome one called Dane. He said he wasn’t staying in the hotel, but the three couples were. After a few routine questions, he became more personal as he admired her dress. “Did you choose it yourself?”

Had she blushed, as his eyes lifted only very slowly from her cleavage to her face? The champagne continued to flow liberally. The other unaccompanied man, Stu, Dane’s younger brother, was paying keen attention to Lorna, who, so appreciative, was practically on his knee.

When the three couples moved to the dance floor, Emma saw Lorna, without any comment, heading towards the main entrance with Stu. 'Where are they going?' she thought. As though reading her mind, Dane told her, “He’ll be taking her to see the gardens. Beautiful by moonlight. Would you like to see them?”

Emma was instantly on her feet, “I’d love to.” And once outside, she saw trees and shrubs of differing colours glowing by moonlight in the warm evening air. Emma’s upper arm tingled as Dane’s fingers guided her gently along a path.

She knew just how vulnerable she was. The champagne, or the closeness of this handsome man, had her legs trembling, while her thighs moistened, warning her that any move he might make in this romantic setting, she would succumb.

Almost on cue, he stopped walking, turned towards her, and said, “I’ve wanted to ask all night. May I kiss you?”

The churning low down warned Emma where any kiss would lead, but she nodded her head, as he lowered his face to hers. It was such a passionate kiss, as their gaping mouths mashed together, and their tongues wrestled. Emma twisted her body against his and knew that his hardness was not her imagination.

Dane pulled away, and his face looked down at her, and in shocked tones, he growled, “Yes, unexpectedly hot. Could I ask if you would like to be somewhere private?”

So caring of him, how wanton of her? “That might be good,” she said meekly. Dane took a cell-phone from his pocket, excused himself and took a few steps away. He spoke quietly for only a minute, before he came back to her. “Sorry about that. Business I should have seen to earlier.”

He held out a hand to her, and as she took, he said, “Privacy?”

Heartbeat increasing, Emma found they were heading along one side of the hotel. Emma was puzzled as Dane produced a key to open a door.

“I thought you weren’t staying here?”

He gave her a bright smile, “My special room. I own the hotel.” And he leaned down to kiss her shocked face again.

The turbulence provoked by both the kiss and knowing that she was undoubtedly going to be bedded by a very rich man almost overwhelmed her. Hotel owner. Hell, how that increased her desire.

Opening the door, brought a light on automatically and Emma was blinking at a large yet minimally furnished room. A large four-poster bed, a dressing table and a small table holding mixed bottles of alcohol.

Dane wrapped his arms around her and they kissed deeply. Emma could feel that pressure against her belly, but then Dane stepped back, as he said, “I have a confession to make.” And Emma was wondering what was coming. Dane had reached to a shelf alongside the door.

“I’m a sensualist. You know what that is?”

“Sounds sexy,” Emma said.

Dane smiled and nodded, “It is, for me anyway. And I hope it is for you.” He held up his hands holding what looked like black strapping. “It is touch and feel only. No sight, no looking.” He held out one hand, and she was handed what she guessed was a blindfold. “I believe you’ll find it exciting. Try it on.”

Emma was aware of the complete blackness as Dane tied it behind her head. “See much?” he asked.

Emma shook her head, “Nothing.”

She felt his hand take hers, “Now, if you’ll reach around and tie mine on. And then we’ll see what develops.” His laugh thrilled her. Ray was a thousand miles away, but at that moment it might have been a million.

Then, from the blackness of her blindfold, she felt his fingers behind her, slowly unzipping her dress, before drawing it down over her body. Emma stepped eagerly out of it as Dane slid his hand under her pantywaist.

“Now the touching really starts,” Dane whispered, his lips close to her ear, and he drew her naked body against his. Naked? Emma felt his bare hardness press against her belly. God, how quickly had he got out of his shirt and pants?

His hand glided across her lower body, making the skin tingle as it passed over her pubes, before resting on her hip. Both hands on her hips he began to guide her backwards in a crude sort of dance, in which she was cautiously placing her feet.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I know where everything is.”

His closeness kept his erect cock throbbing against her. His two hands moved to her waist, and up to linger tantalisingly on her breast. But his hands moved on to stroke along her shoulders, and that’s when he said, “Stop. We’re there.”

Emma felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. His instruction for her to sit was no surprise, and as she settled, his cock prodded under her chin, but surprisingly Dane seemed to have stepped back. Being in total blackness did have a certain erotic quality to it, but she wondered why he had moved.

Then each of his hands was under her breasts, lifting them as though pointing her nipples at the ceiling. “Who wouldn’t enjoy having their hands on these?” Suddenly his mouth closed around a nipple, and he briefly sucked on it. He moved closer.

Emma’s serpents were beginning to wriggle along her tubes, and her breath quickened as his low voice told her to, “Take my cock.”

She blindly reached out and contact was instant, as her fingers touched a solid rock hard smooth capped rod. “Stroke it, please.”

No problem, Emma said to herself. Using both hands, she caressed along the length while her fingers circled the smooth cap of it. Her squirming serpents were wanting this hefty log inside her. “Use your tongue.”

Hadn’t she done that with Alex? Willingly her tongue raked the smooth cock head, before he asked, “The whole length now.” Panting a little, she realised that was close to what she had done already. Strange doing it in darkness, especially since it was a first for her. Wondering why he felt as though he was leaning to one side, she allowed her tongue to glide along the considerable length.

God, how good would it be to have this length pushing up into her. Suddenly, his hands clasped on either side of her head, his hips flexed and the end of his cock was inside her mouth. Oh, God, she had avoided this, but his hips were making his illegal entry more positive.

“Just suck,” he growled, “Ah, that’s it. I won’t cum. This time.”

Tentatively, she gave a little suck on it, and she heard his delighted gasp. God, she was sucking cock. She couldn’t allow her mind to consider this less than seven days ago. Again, came the sense that he was leaning away, but it was giving him pleasure, wasn’t it? Her head bobbed feeling his cock head along her inner cheek. Was this in the realms of being a true harlot? She didn’t want to believe that.

Dane though was pushing her head away and his cock dropped from her lips. “Your pleasure time now,” he declared. “Slide back along the bed.”

What joys were to come? God, was she so wanton now? But she slithered back as requested, as he said, “Bend your legs.” And his hands rested on her raised knees. “Wide apart. Oh, yes, really wide.”

Emma, a little disturbed by this request, regretted his lack of romance or praise. Thighs almost strained to capacity she waited. Where was he? Damn such blackness, her eyes blinked behind her blindfold. Had he left her? But suddenly his hands were on her hips once more, and she felt his body lean right over as his lips roamed over her breasts.

Now her breathing quickened because his lips moved down. His fingers had already roamed along her open pink crevice, touching at her leaking entry, sliding through her moistness to flick at her clit. Yes, yes. at last, as his lips moved over her belly, followed his fingers, and his tongue licked her clit.

Such ecstasy for her, yet Emma was puzzled as his head twisted awkwardly as he tongued her. But her moment was coming, a rising frenzy as the serpents plunged along her cunny seeking fulfilment.

Two of Dane’s fingers pushed up into her cunny and the sensations were exquisite. His mouth moved from her clit, and she was sure his head drew back, while a stray finger slid easily into the tightness of her anus. Her own squeal of euphoria shocked her, and an orgasm shook her whole body.

“I guess you are good and ready for this,” Dane said. And reaching for her hand, and raising his body, she found his stiff pole in her hand. While doing that, his hand was moving, and she felt him pushing a cushion under her lower back.

“Okay,” he growled, rising over her, “you want it. Place it.”

He allowed her to pull on his cock, and Emma was ready enough to take it. The moment she touched it to her entry, Dane gave a mighty flex of his hips, and Emma cried out under his hefty thrust, and the pure rapture it brought her. The serpents were clearing her cunny for his easy passage up and up into the very core of her. Her muscles clenched to make a sheath for this rampant cock.

She hit a second orgasm as his cock struck her cervix. Then, he pulled out of her, grabbed her hips and twisted her body over so that she was face down on the bed and he was ploughing back into her, doggy style. Faster and faster his strokes came. But then he withdrew again, and Emma was immediately shocked to feel the damp cock head pressing at her anus.

“No, no,” she squealed. “Not there. I’ve never—”

But Dane pushed a little harder, and the strain on her anal passage started fading as Emma was opening herself up for Dane’s rod. She never thought she would have a cock in her anus, but it felt surprisingly amazing!

The next minute his cock was back to thrust madly into her cunny, again and again. She was past orgasm as she felt his rapid pulsing signal his own time, and wave after wave was pumped into her. The noises that emanated from his throat indicated that he was at least enjoying it.

At last, his flaccid cock slid out of her, “Just stay like that for a moment or two,” he ordered, “I’ll tell you when to lie on your back.”

Strange request, Emma thought, as she felt their mixed juices running out of her and dripping onto her thigh. She wondered why she couldn’t feel him near her. All-in-all it had been a strange experience. A lack of real affection on his part. Too many easy women in his life? God, she was glad to get out of the anal part. So close. Yes, she had become that bad.

He told her to roll onto her back and remove her blindfold. She saw that his had been removed and he’d pulled on his pants. His upper body was so muscly she wished she could have seen it while he was ramming her.

~~~

It was a huge surprise when she and Lorna were invited to a party, strictly casual, aboard his yacht in Royale marina on the following evening, with a car picking them up at eight. They were made to feel even more special when a car drove them both home that evening.

By eight-thirty the following evening they were boarding the yacht and both brothers hurried to greet them, getting a waiter to bring a glass of champagne each.

A quick tour of the well-appointed yacht had their eyes popping. Apart from eight bedrooms, there were games' rooms, a dining area, and there was one room with frosted windows with a sign over the door reading ‘Naughty fun room’. Lorna asked, “Ooh, what happens there?’

“Tonight, we’ve had one video and the next one is just before ten.”

“What kind of videos?” Emma asked.

"Oh, call them exercise videos,” Dane said,

The brothers exchanged knowing glances. Shortly after that Lorna and Stu moved away together for what Stu said was a ‘private viewing’.

Emma shook her head, ‘Oh, Lorna. So incorrigible.

Dane made his apologies to Emma, “I have new guests due to arrive. But I won’t be too long. Try your luck in the games room, or the dining area if you’re hungry.”

Comfortable on her own, she passed time in the games room watching multi-jewelled ladies happily losing money. Returning, she passed the Fun Room, and, noticing it was five to ten, curiosity had her entering a dimly lit room, where chairs all pointed at a screen on the far wall. With most chairs already occupied, Emma found a seat right at the back.

Emma was hardly settled, when the lights dimmed further, while the screen lit up. Emma’s jaw dropped as the opening shot showed an unoccupied four-poster bed. The coloured cover on the bed made Emma’s breath catch in her throat. Could this be the same bedroom she had been in on the previous evening?

Her answer came alarmingly quickly, as a man and a woman, both naked, came into the picture, and the audience applause rippled around the room. The man twisted to reveal his generous erect cock to the audience, as he guided the blindfolded woman backwards.

It was Dane, but he wasn’t wearing a blindfold. Some relief, because, it couldn’t have been last evening. But then a hard look at the blindfolded woman, the length of her dark hair, the style as it curled at her shoulder, and the colour of her lipstick. So many things told her what she didn’t want to know. She saw his hands move up to her breasts, and he grinned out at the audience.

For near ten minutes, with mounting dismay and anger, she watched Dane’s face leering at the camera as he held up her breasts. Then came close-ups of, her nipple being sucked, her tongue licking at his hardness, her lips taking his cock and her cheeks bulging.

Her anger boiled over when, she watched her knees being parted, and she discovered why. God, that lens was right up to all her pink fleshiness. Was he making her into a porn star? Emma had seen enough. Shame and anger filled her heart as she flung open the door.

“Not your cup of tea, eh,” a man said as she left. Luckily, he hadn’t recognised her. She had to get away.

Hurrying towards the gangway, she saw Dane coming towards her. The big smile dropped from his face when he saw the anger in hers. Before he could say anything, she had yelled, “You bastard. Making a slut out of me!” And she swung a fist, which he easily parried.

"Emma, the blindfold hid your identity.”

“And hid the camera,” she snapped, pushing past him and hurrying down the gangway to the dock. She saw the car that brought them was waiting. Pride might have held her back, but the smiling driver was there. He asked. “Not feeling well?”

Emma nodded, and was soon back in her hotel room, where she flung herself on her bed and sobbed uncontrollably. What had she become? Easy to blame the drinks, but hadn’t she been driven by that thing inside her innocent skin? She had just become bad.

Unsure how long she lay recalling how that yacht audience would have seen her clit being licked, her cunny being fingered, that attempt at her anus. She shuddered remembering being asked to stay still when his cum flowed out of her. Did the camera close in on that?

It was the early hours of the morning before she slept. She was awakened by the ringing of her phone. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was almost eleven o’clock, and Lorna’s bed was empty. Emma was about to find out why.

Clearly excited, Lorna asked Emma for a big favour. Emma wasn’t sure how to react to Lorna’s news that Stu wanted her with him when the yacht sailed that afternoon. Now, she asked Emma to pack her things, put her passport in the case pocket, and it would be collected at reception.

Worried for her friend, Emma tried to dissuade her, but with Lorna suggesting permanence in her relationship, Emma had to agree to help. Before closing her phone, she checked for any message from Ray. Nothing. Had he given up on her? Well, she just didn’t deserve him.

She carried out Lorna’s request, and then in the shower, she scrubbed and scrubbed at her body, wishing to wash away all the dirty pictures that her mind would not free her from.

Lost, and upset, she put on a simple dress, and wandered down to the café above the beach. Sitting with a coffee, guilt and anger filled her mind. She just hated herself. Never before had she used the word ‘bastard,’ but Dane deserved it for exposing her.

When a hand gripped her shoulder, and a voice close to her ear, growled, “Ah, here you are,” she froze.

Had some man recognised her? Afraid to turn, she stammered, ”Wh-who are you?”

A quiet, somehow familiar, chuckle and then that voice, “My name’s Ray.”

Emma’s heart leapt into her throat, as she stood and turned around. Ray stood there smiling his wonderful smile, holding his arms open. A terrible sinking feeling came over Emma as she lurched forward to be wrapped in those arms, where she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Oh, Ray, I’m so sorry –I’ve been—” She stopped and raised her tear-stained face. The wonder of this moment suddenly striking her. “Why—How are you here?”

He held her at arms-length, his smile a mile wide, “You know my Sunday habit that you hate?”

“The gambling?” This was the last thing on Emma’s mind.

“Exactly.”

Despite emotional uncertainty, Emma stood in amazement as Ray told her that his accumulator bet had come in at odds upwards of sixteen to one. The total winnings were near forty grand.

“I could afford to get cancellation flight yesterday”

Emma’s sense of guilt was so overwhelming that the news only seemed to depress her more, “Oh, Ray, I’ve behaved so badly.”

“You’ve killed someone?”

Emma shuddered, not seeing any fun in what she had to tell him. Would he simply walk away? Desperately she clung to his arm, “I fear I’ve killed something between us.”

His arms closed around her, “Well, I have a confession for you.”

Her eyes although damp, read the honesty in his face, and then he asked if her room was empty. She told him about Lorna.

"Right, let’s walk up there, and you can listen to me.”

Emma was filled with such a mix of emotions, her guilt, his winnings, and this confession. Was there another woman in his life? Not by the way he was holding her close as they walked.

For herself, she couldn’t get enough of his face, that wonderful face. Now as they walked, he began to talk, and Emma’s heart beat faster and faster at what she was hearing.

Entering the foyer, he began, “From the moment I met you, I was bound first by your beauty, then your kindly warmth, by your determination to remain pure. By the time we were married, I had you on such a high pedestal that just the act of entering you was an honour.”

Emma’s heart was melting. What had she done to this wonderful man?

In the lift now, she reached up to kiss him. Their lips touched briefly before he said, “There were things I wanted to do to your body, things I wanted you to do to me, but I feared you would find them unclean, unpleasant, and I would do nothing to upset you.”

Out onto the corridor, he held her tighter, “So I kept you on that pedestal. But when Lorna suggested this trip, I began to hope that maybe her wicked influence might—”

“Open me out?” Emma asked, tears welling in her eyes once more, as she prepared to make her confession. “Oh, Ray, I’ve been so bad. Had strong drink, and worse. I’m no longer the woman you married.”

His finger touched at her lips to stop her. “Enough,” he said kissing her forehead. “You may have tumbled the pedestal, but you are still the woman I married. Yes, those pics you sent told me that you had changed.”

Struggling to open the room door, so confused, yet strangely enervated, Emma was deeply in need of exactly what Ray did once they were inside. His arms enfolded her as their mouths meshed.

She was in this strange world of mixed guilt and passion. Their tongues caressed over and around each other in a way she could not recall. Emma felt his fingers undoing her dress. Glad she hadn’t worn a bra she eased her body back to facilitate his actions, and the dress quickly fell to the floor.

“Oh, yes,” he murmured, as he leaned back to view her breasts, “at least they’re still intact. Better than any photo.” And his head came down and she shuddered with delight as his tongue found her nipples. He had taken this action coolly in the past but this time, he thrilled her whole body.

Ray’s head continued down to her belly, when he knelt and his fingers looped into her pantywaist and they dropped. Emma could hear her own startled breath catching in her throat as Ray’s tongue trailed through her bush and the tip tickled at her opening.

“You don’t mind?”

Emma hardly hesitated as she gasped, “Not so long as it’s you.” And, as she tried to part her thighs, she almost stumbled, and Ray immediately caught her, lifted her and carried her to the bed she was happy to indicate. He carefully, lovingly, laid her on her back and she automatically spread her thighs while he quickly shed his shirt and pants.

For only a few seconds she could see his throbbing cock with its dear little mole, then his mouth was down between her thighs, and, for the first time in their married life, his tongue swept along her wet pinkness, lingering on her clit and around her cunny entry. She orgasmed within seconds.

During that afternoon they licked, tasted, heaved, and accepted the lusts that consumed them. Having Ray in her mouth for the first time was a joy for her.

Three times Ray plunged his eager hardness up into her welcoming cunny, and Emma was learning that doing this with the man she loved, far outweighed what she had experienced over recent days.

As they rested, she wondered, if it might be a good time to make her full confession. “Oh, Ray,” she began, “I’ve been such a wanton bitch—”

For the second time, a finger to her lips stopped her, and Ray said, “I know. But what is important is that you’re MY wanton bitch, who I love so much.”

Emma vowed to herself that she would spend the rest of her life repaying this wonderfully understanding man.