I've known Craig and Emma for a few years. We were introduced by an ex-girlfriend of mine. We all hit it off instantly. 

Craig was in the building trade. Like me, Emma had the same dark humor. Although I never said anything, I always had a crush on her. She was 34, around 5"4, not skinny but not fat, nice big boobs, and she was very pretty, with dyed red hair. 

They seemed like a perfect couple, totally secure with their life and each other. How wrong I was! 

One evening, I called the local pub for a drink after a long day. I noticed a small group of women, Emma and my ex amongst them. Emma came over and gave me a hug; she was clearly a little tipsy. I asked if it was a special occasion, and she told me that one of the girls had got engaged and they were celebrating. Then a statement came out of her mouth that not only shocked me but started a whole chain of events. 

She said, "Why is getting married something to celebrate? I'll never know; I wish I hadn't!"

I was taken aback by what she said and told her I was shocked and surprised.  That I thought her and Craig were really solid as a couple. She told me that things had been difficult for years and that they were both really bored. Even to the point where they rarely shared a bed. Then came shocking statement number two. 

"Not much point sharing a bed with a man who doesn't know what he is doing.  He is so boring, in the same position for all of a minute; he has never gone down on me and never given me a proper orgasm! Pretty sad to say he is the only man I've ever slept with! From what Sarah (my ex) told me, you should give him some lessons!"

Everything that she said surprised me. But what had my ex told her? 

I asked, "What has Sarah said about me?"

She smiled and replied, "Don't worry, it was all very complimentary. You know how women gossip. She said that you are amazing with your mouth and hands and that you are well-endowed. She even said that although you two weren't right for each other, she really misses the sex."

At that point, before I could reply, her friends called her over. With a cheeky wink, she said, "I've thought about that a lot." Then she walked back to her friends.

I had a couple of drinks and decided to walk home. As I left, I went to the car park to get my keys from my van. When I turned around, Emma had followed me out. She stood in front of me and asked if I wanted to take her home with me. 

"Look, Emma, you are really hot, and I've always liked you, but we can't," I said. 

She put her hands on my face and stretched up on her toes and kissed me. 

"He never needs to know. Just once, I want a good person," she said. 

"People here know us and know Craig. If we are seen, he will find out. Go back in to your friends," I replied.

Then I walked back home.

The rest of that evening I couldn't stop thinking about her, but put it down to her being drunk.

The following day, I woke up with Emma still on my mind. I tried my best to distract myself. I had a really hard workout and went for a shower. I was just on my way to the kitchen wearing just some loose shorts when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door, and there she was, Emma! She looked amazing, her long red hair flowing, big green eyes staring at me. She was wearing a long green dress.

"Can I come in? I think we need to talk," she said.

We walked into the kitchen, and before I could say a word, she started to talk.

"About last night. I know I said a lot, and probably came on too strong, but I meant it. Every word. Just once I want to know what it feels like. To be with a man who knows what he is doing. To receive rather than just give. To be shown how it's really done."

With that, she reached around, unzipped her dress, and allowed it to fall to the ground. Wearing just her black heels and a black thong. Her beautiful face, framed by red hair. Her hourglass figure, large full breasts with dark nipples.

"Take me to bed," she asked.

She took hold of my hand and led me upstairs, her curvy ass wobbling in front of me. As we entered my bedroom, she turned to face me.

"I want you to fuck me properly, not make love or be gentle. Use me, devour me!" she said.

I couldn't resist anymore. Without a word, my big hands grabbed her ass, and I lifted her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

I placed her on the bed, one hand now firmly on the bottom of her back, the other taking a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back and began to firmly kiss her neck.

She moaned instantly.

Her perfectly manicured nails dug into my shoulders as my lips moved down to her collarbone. My hand moved from her back to her full DD breast; my thumb moved over her nipple. This only increased her moans.

My hand moved down her tanned skin, and my mouth followed. As I kissed her hips, my hand reached between her legs. Her black thong was already soaked. I slowly rubbed her through the thin material. Her hips bucked, and she pressed against my hand.

I curled my fingers inside her thong and lightly brushed against her pussy, she was soaking wet. Then, with one firm pull, I ripped them off her. She gasped out loud. She was now totally naked apart from her heels.

I knelt down on the floor and pulled her towards me. She opened her legs and took hold of her own ankles.

Looking down at me, her eyes watering. She just said. "Please!"

I leaned in between her legs and kissed her around but never actually touched her pussy to start with. Every kiss was greeted with a small moan. It was time to give her what she had been missing. I pressed firmly with my tongue, slowly parting her lips and slowly licked from bottom to top.

She gasped out, "O fuck yes."

Slowly I licked her; she was soaking wet. I pressed my tongue inside her, licking her inner walls, then eased up to her swollen clit. Her hand gripping my hair, pulling me in.

Whilst I had one hand pressing down on her pubic mound, I slowly pushed 2 fingers inside her. Curling my fingers to rub her g-spot.

This made her even more vocal, screaming out, "O fuck yes there."

My tongue and fingers worked together, her hips moving in time. Continuing at the same pace, if it's possible, she was getting even wetter.

"Please keep going, I'm so close," she begged.

It didn't take much longer.

"Yes, I'm going to cum, yes, yes, Oh my god."

She screamed out as she had the first orgasm she had ever had, that she hadn't done herself.

I lifted my head, my face dripping. My fingers were still inside her, now moving faster. She leaned forward to kiss me, tasting her own orgasm. She grabbed my wrist.

"Keep going," she asked. Slightly nodding her head as she stared longingly into my eyes.

"You're going to make me squirt," she cried out.

She wasn't wrong; a few more strokes, and she exploded her squirted juice everywhere.

I stood up and removed my soaking shorts. My rock hard cock sprang out.

Her eyes widened.

"It's so big! But don't be gentle, fuck me, fuck me like a slut," she begged.

I stood at the foot of the bed and pressed her legs back. She instinctively held her own legs. I took hold of the base of my hard cock and slowly rubbed the tip up and down her soaked pussy. Her eyes widened, with a look I would get to know well, almost begging. Her head nodded. Then I slowly eased inside her; she was so tight.

Her voice was breathy. "Yes, yes, yes," she cried, with an intake of breath between every word. As I pushed inside her eager cunt. Slowly easing inside, feeling her stretch around my girth, as she panted. One hand on her breast firmly pinching her nipple, my other hand on her pubic mound with my thumb on her clit, as I grinded inside her, circling my hips. She held the sheets with one hand and dug her nails into my forearm as they looked at each other.

"Fuck me hard, I want to leave with your cum inside me," she said.

Starting to pull right out of her eager pussy and thrust hard back inside, my heavy balls slapping against her. The sloppy noise from her soaked vagina, her loud moans with every thrust. My hand moved from between her legs back to her throat. Her hands gripping the sheets as I started to fuck her faster and deeper. Her moans were so loud, such a turn on for me. I could feel my balls getting tighter as I built up toward my own orgasm. Emma wasn't finished. Her moans gave way to her voice.

"Yes, yes, you're going to make me cum again."

As I fucked her faster and harder, I could feel her tense under my hands, her pussy gripping me as she reached her orgasm. She loudly shouted out, "O god, yes, I'm cumming!"

This was all I needed to push me over the edge. As her orgasm washed over her, mine exploded inside her. Her loud, high-pitched scream combined with my deep growls as we both climaxed. As I leaned back, she took hold of my cock, squeezing every drop of spunk out. Then licked her hand to remove the combination of our juices.

"Keep doing things like that, and I'll soon be hard again," I sniggered.

"I don't want to waste a drop. But unfortunately, I don't have time to go again. I am sorry to fuck and leave, but trust me, you were every bit as amazing as I've been told."

She smiled and kissed my cheek.

Then she picked up her heels that had flown off, walked downstairs, picked up her dress, put it on, and walked to the door without a word. As she opened the door, she turned and winked at me, but nothing more.

Around an hour later, I received a message from her.

"That was the most amazing hour of my life! Sorry I had to leave. I can still feel how deep you were. I could feel your cum inside me. I need more!"

So that was the start of our very erotic affair.

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