blushed.Extortion

Emma woke up in the morning. She reached out to the other side of the bed, but it was empty. Greg had already gotten up.

She got out of bed and walked into the kitchen. She poured some water into a glass and went into the basement, where they had their small gym. Greg was doing some push-ups when she entered.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning," he replied tersely while continuing his push-ups.

“Are you ok?” Emma asked.

“Yes, all good,” Greg replied. “What about you?”

“Yes, I am ok. I need to hurry and get dressed. My first meeting is at nine, and I still need to prepare a summary of yesterday’s trade show.”

“That will be an interesting summary,” Greg said between push-ups.

Emma blushed at that comment when she remembered what had happened the day before, outside of the client meetings. She had had sex with four strangers to secure a deal.

As Greg made no move to interrupt his workout, Emma said, “Ok, I need to go. Let's talk tonight. Love you, bye.” “Yes, bye, love you,” Greg replied.

When Emma had left the room, Greg stopped his push-ups and looked after her. His anger about her enjoying being fucked by several strangers had subsided, but had not gone completely. He still needed to come to terms with it. He knew that it was immature not to tell her what he felt, but he decided to talk to her that evening.

Emma left the house shortly afterward and drove to the office.

At the office, she went to her desk and put together the information for her meeting with her boss, John, to brief him on their sales efforts at the trade show the day before.

At 9 am, she went to his office.

“Good morning, Emma,” he greeted her.

“Good morning, John. I just wanted to give you a summary of yesterday’s trade show.”

“Sounds good. So, where are we? How many contracts have we secured?”

“We have ten contracts with existing clients and one new client.” Emma paused before proudly giving the good news, “ARGON”.

“ARGON? John asked, positively surprised. „Have they already signed?”

“No, not yet. But they agreed to move from their existing software to ours.”

“That’s great. How did you manage to convince them?”

Emma blushed, thinking about how she had convinced the client’s representative, Peter, to make a deal with them. “I needed all my negotiation skills,” she replied vaguely. What she really meant was that she had to take three cocks into all her holes to convince him to agree to the deal.

“Well, however you did it, well done. Now make sure that they actually sign the contract”, he told her.

“Yes, I will call Peter McOwen right now,” Emma said and left for her desk.

Peter answered the call at the second ring. “Hi, it’s Emma at SSI. How are you?”

“I am great, thanks. How are you today? How was your evening with hubby? Did you tell him everything you did to make a deal?” he asked with a sleazy smile in his voice.

Emma disregarded his question and went down to business. “Talking about the deal. Shall I send over the contract for you to review?”

“Yes, you can send it over. And why don’t you come over to our offices this evening to discuss the details?” he asked.

“Sure, which time would suit you?”

“What about 7 pm?” he suggested.

Emma was surprised by the suggested late time but agreed.

When it was time, Emma left the office and drove over to ARGON's offices.

Peter met her in the lobby of the office building. “Let’s find a conference room,” he said and walked down a dimly lit hallway to the back of the building. This part of the building seemed deserted at this time of the day, and Emma began to feel uncomfortable.

“Where are we going?” Emma demanded.

“Just finding a quiet place to continue our negotiations,” he replied.

“Here we go,” Peter said and stepped into a conference room. There was a table with several chairs in the middle of the room, and a big screen hung at the top of the room. Peter closed the door and locked it after Emma had entered the room.

“Why are you locking the door?” Emma asked, irritated.

“Just to make sure that we are not disturbed in our negotiations,” Peter replied with a smirk.

“Shall we sit down?” Emma asked, wanting to get back to business and conclude the meeting as soon as possible.

“Sure, sit down. I wanted to show you something before we get to the boring contract stuff,” Peter said.

Emma sat down while Peter plugged a cable into his laptop. The big screen came to life, and Emma’s eyes went wide. She blushed and paled immediately afterward. She saw herself on the screen, blindfolded with three guys around her, more precisely with three guys with their cocks buried in her.

“What the fuck?” Emma exclaimed.

“I just wanted to remind you how you earned your deal,” Peter smirked. “Now, we can discuss the terms of the contract.”

“I assume you want to offer me a discounted price, right? I mean, you don’t want this video to be sent to your boss, do you? Or to your other colleagues.”

Emma was shocked. She had given in to be the sex toy of Peter and his friends to get the deal. But she did not see it coming that Peter would film their sex party and that he would blackmail her with it.

Emma gathered herself and said, “I can give you a 10% discount and the additional applications that I mentioned to you before.” 

“25% discount and the additional applications,” Peter countered.

“I can offer you a 15% discount and, in addition, the first-year maintenance service for free,” Emma tried.

“I could accept a 15% discount and your services for free,” Peter replied.

“What do you mean by ‘my services’?” she asked.

“Well, from time to time, I have clients to entertain to make them more amenable to our products. For these situations, it would be helpful to have some female support,” explained Peter matter-of-factly.

“You are such an asshole!” Emma exclaimed in shock.

“I like it when you are flushed with agitation,” Peter sneered.

“It’s up to you, we can make a good deal for both of our companies, or I can end your career by sending these nice videos to your boss,” Peter said calmly.

Emma paled and stared at him in disbelief.

Peter got up and went around the table to Emma. “Stand up,” he said to her. Emma was still dumbfounded and got up.

“You made a choice yesterday, a free choice, I want to point out. You wanted this deal so badly, now you need to bear the consequences,” he continued in his calm voice.

“And you enjoyed the attention from my friends yesterday. Or do you want to deny it? Watching you, I would have difficulty believing you if you said you didn’t like it.”

Emma stood still and stared at the big screen. Peter reached out to his laptop and started the video.

He moved behind her and put his hands around her. Emma was still in shock and did not move. One hand moved to her tummy, and the other moved up to her tits and cupped her left tit. “Tell me, what do you see?” he asked her.

Emma stayed silent, still staring at the screen, watching herself being blindfolded and fucked by the strangers.

“Come on, tell me how it felt to be fucked by three strangers at the same time, to have three cocks buried deep in all of your holes,” Peter whispered in her ear.

“I did it to get the deal, as you said,” Emma replied tersely.

“That was not my question,” Peter countered. “I asked you whether you liked it.”

That was a question she did not like to answer to this sleazy bastard. The problem was that her body betrayed her as she thought about her feelings when these strangers fucked all her holes. Her nipples began to get hard, and she felt her pussy getting moist.

“No answer is also an answer,” Peter smirked triumphantly. “I knew that you were a little slut,” Peter smirked.

Peter removed his arms and turned her around. “Undress,” he ordered her.

Torn from her thoughts and the shock, she gasped, “What?”

“Undress,” he repeated calmly. “I want to test your services. We have a deal, don’t we?”

Emma’s eyes went wide. Slowly, she realized the consequences of her choices the day before. She was in the hands of this sleazy, blackmailing bastard. Anger boiled inside her. She was angry with herself for getting into this situation and had no idea how to get out of it. She was also furious because of her mixed feelings about what had happened the day before. And she was angry with this bastard who had brought her into this situation. Now he wanted to drag her even further down into his perverse world.

But she was not there yet. “You had your triumph yesterday and showed your friends what a great guy you are. Now let me go, please,” she tried to reason with him.

He looked at her for a moment and then said, “Emma, it is a bit late for that. You have had a first flavor of being a little slut and of being the center of attention. And you liked it, no, you enjoyed it. Look at you.”

Peter turned her, so she faced the big screen and watched as she was fucked by the three guys.

He moved again behind her. “Tell me what you see,” he whispered in her ear.

Emma stayed silent. Peter put his hands around her again. This time, he moved one hand again up to her tits and cupped one, and his other hand moved over her tummy to her crotch. Emma gasped.

“Did it feel good to be fucked by three guys at the same time?” he asked again. “Tell me,” he raised his voice.

Emma was fascinated by watching herself with three cocks buried inside her and remembered that it felt indeed very good.

As she was distracted, Peter moved quickly and undid the button and zipper of her skirt. He pushed down her skirt and put his hand over her pussy. She felt his bulging pants against her ass.

“Even if you do not speak or deny it, your pussy says something different,” Peter whispered while he pushed her thong aside and put a finger into her folds. Emma moaned softly.

“I will tell you what I see on this screen in front of us. I see a little slut who is being fucked in her pussy, in her mouth, and in her ass. And the little slut enjoys it very much. I see one guy ramming his cock into her pussy while there is another cock in her ass. You probably felt very full. You could not cry out loud because the third cock was in your mouth.”

Emma had to admit that Peter’s description and her memories of the guys fucking her turned her on. She felt her pussy getting wet.

Peter let go of Emma. He opened his pants, and his big cock sprang out. He bent Emma forward and pressed the tip of his cock against Emma’s pussy. Emma remembered his big cock from the day before. She gasped when he pushed his cock into her pussy.

„Just to remind you how much you enjoyed yesterday‘s sex with my friends,” Peter whispered in her ear. He pulled out his cock a bit and pushed his cock back again, a bit deeper.

„Do you still want to tell me that you didn’t like it to be fucked by my three friends?” he asked with a smirk in his voice.

He pulled out and pushed back a bit deeper again. Emma moaned softly. He increased the speed of fucking her.

Peter grabbed Emma's hair and pulled her head up so that she was looking at the screen again. He reached out to his laptop and restarted the video. „Look at you and listen to your moans. You are such a little slut!” Peter groaned as he was pushing faster into her pussy.

Peter put his hand over Emma’s pussy and put a thumb on her clit, which sent a shiver through her body, and she softly moaned again. She felt an orgasm building up inside her.

"Do you want me to stop?” Peter asked her.

"No, don’t stop,” Emma moaned.

"Do we have a deal?” he asked her.

She made her choice. "Yes, we have a deal,” she said softly.

Peter stopped fucking her.

"What are you doing?” she asked and turned her head in surprise.

"Go back to hubby and have him fuck you,” he replied. “Tell him what a little horny slut you are.”

Peter picked up Emma's skirt and put it in her arms. “Get dressed.”

Emma was stunned. She stared at Peter and heard her moans from the video.

"What are you waiting for? Get dressed! It is time to go home to your hubby,” Peter said.

Emma stepped slowly into her skirt and pulled it up. Peter gathered his laptop and papers and went to the door. He unlocked the door and waited for Emma while she retrieved her belongings.

Peter left the room, and Emma followed him. He brought her to the lobby and said matter-of-factly, "I am waiting for the final draft of the contract with the discussed terms. And I will let you know when your services are required. Have a good night.”

Peter turned and left her alone in the lobby.

Emma was still in a haze. She walked through the lobby to the exit, then to her car. She got into her car and stared out of the windshield, gripping the steering wheel. She tried to grasp what had just happened.

The last two days had been a roller coaster. Yesterday morning, she was confident that they would have a successful trade show and secure sufficient contracts, but then she felt devastated when Peter informed her that his company would not be buying the new software. She felt relief, thinking that she had saved the company and her job by yielding to Peter’s offer to be the sex toy of his friends. Now, however, she felt devastated again, realizing that she was extorted by Peter and needed to do whatever he wanted to save her career. The disconcerting part was that, at the same time, she was weirdly excited about the prospect of further sexual adventures.

She suddenly longed for Greg. He was her anchor in turbulent times and the most important person in her life.

She started the car and drove home.

Emma went into their house and shouted, “Hello, I am back.”

Greg came to greet her at the door. “Hi, Hon, how was your day?” he asked.

Well, that is a good question, thought Emma. She had already decided the day before to be open with Greg. Therefore, she said, “Well, it was a successful day and a shitty day.”

Greg looked confused at her. “Shall we sit down, and you tell me what happened?”

“Sounds good,” Emma replied.

They went into the living room and sat down on the sofa, each in one corner, so they faced each other.

“The good thing today was that I agreed with ARGON on the terms of the contract. So, the company and my job are safe. That is as long as I do what Peter McOwen wants,” Emma summarized her day.

Greg looked at her with a blank face. “What do you mean by ‘as long as you do what Peter McOwen wants’?”

Emma blushed, “Peter is extorting me. He filmed me with his friends yesterday.”

“This depraved bastard!” Greg exclaimed. “Let’s go to the police.”

“No,” Emma shrieked. “That would destroy my career. Everyone would know what I did to make the deal with ARGON. Please promise me that you will not tell anyone,” Emma begged.

Greg considered what Emma had just said. She obviously had a point. “It was stupid to give in to this bastard. Now it is a total mess,” Greg said angrily. “What does he want you to do anyway?” he asked.

“To help him entertain his clients,” Emma replied.

“What is this meant to mean?” Greg asked.

“I don’t know, he didn’t say more explicitly what he wants,” Emma said.

“Will you be his slut whom he can send to his clients?” Greg probed.

Emma blushed at the notion of being a slut sent to Peter’s clients.

Greg narrowed his eyes and looked at his wife. “You look like you would not mind being his slut,” he said.

“We once promised to be honest with each other. You now need to promise me not to be mad at me when I tell you how I feel,” Emma said softly. “You are the love of my life, and I am very happy with you. But I have discovered a wild, dark side of me. I know it sounds crazy, but I indeed enjoyed it yesterday to be fucked by these strangers. But afterward, I wanted to get back to you, wanted to come home.” Emma had tears in her eyes. “The last thing I want is to lose you.”

Greg was dumbfounded by his wife's revelations. He got up and walked through the room to process what he had heard.

“You are my wife and belong to me. I am not willing to share you,” Greg said.

“I will always be all yours,” Emma replied and went to him. She put her arms around him. Reluctantly, Greg put his arms around her. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said softly.

“How is this supposed to work?” Greg asked and stepped away from her. “Will you just go and come back? And I will just ignore that you have been fucked by someone else?”

“I leave it up to you whether you want to ignore it or whether you want me to tell you about it.”

“I am not sure that I want to know about the great sex you are having with other guys,” Greg said.

“We are having great sex,” Emma told him.

“But it is not sufficient for you,” he replied.

“It was great to have different experiences with these other guys. But as I said, I love our sex.”

Greg was not convinced. He still struggled with the thought of his wife having sex with other guys and enjoying it, and potentially, enjoying it more than sex with him.

His emotions overcame him, and he took Emma in his arms and kissed her passionately. She kissed him eagerly, and they played with each other’s tongues.

Greg pushed Emma’s jacket over her shoulders and unbuttoned her blouse. He pushed it also over her shoulders and kissed down her neck to her tits. Greg unclasped her bra and pushed it over her shoulders.

He licked around her right nipple and bit into it when it got hard. Emma moaned softly. Greg cupped her other tit and twisted her nipple with thumb and index finger, which sent a shiver through her body.

Greg’s hands moved to her waistband and opened her skirt. He let it slide along her legs. She stepped out of it. He also pulled down her thong.

Greg embraced Emma and kissed her. He broke the kiss. “You are all mine. You hear me?” Greg asked. “Today, I am the only one who fucks you,” he announced.

Emma stiffened. “What is it?” Greg demanded.

“I have to tell you something,” Emma said softly.

Greg’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“During the negotiations over the terms of the contract, Peter showed me the video of me with his friends. He threatened to show it to my boss and colleagues,” Emma started.

“Yes, yes, you have already told me that,” Greg interrupted her.

“He forced me to look at the video, and then he started to fuck me.”

“This bloody bastard,” Greg exclaimed.

Anger boiled in Greg. “How did he fuck you? he asked.

“From behind,” Emma replied. He turned Emma around and bent her forward. They were standing next to the couch, and Emma put her hands on the backrest of the couch.

Greg pushed her legs further apart. “So, you looked at the video. What was happening in the video?” he asked.

“I was being fucked by the three guys.”

“At the same time?”

“Yes.”

Greg opened his pants and pulled them down with his trunks. His hard cock sprang out. He pushed the tip of his cock against Emma’s pussy and shoved his cock into her. Emma gasped.

“Was his cock smaller or bigger than mine?” Greg wanted to know.

“His was bigger.”

“Much bigger?”

“Not much.”

“Tell me the truth!” he demanded.

“It was huge,” she replied.

“Did you like his huge cock better than mine?”

“No, I like yours more. It is big enough for my tight pussy.”

Greg pulled out his cock a bit and thrust it back deeper. Emma moaned.

“Did it turn you on to watch yourself being fucked?” Greg inquired.

“It was a bit weird seeing myself, but I remembered how it felt to be fucked by these guys, and yes, it turned me on,” Emma replied between moans while Greg was ramming his cock into her pussy.

“Did you come when Peter was fucking you today?” Greg wanted to know.

“No, he stopped fucking me when I gave in to his demands. He said you should fuck me.”

Greg stopped fucking Emma. She turned her head in surprise. “What is it? Please keep fucking me,” Emma begged.

“So, Peter is not only telling you what to do, but also me,” Greg growled, his anger again boiling in him. “This bloody bastard!”

“It is now and here only you and I,” Emma told him. “I am all yours.”

Emma straightened up, turned around, and knelt in front of Greg. She took his cock in her mouth and twirled her tongue around his cock head. She stroked him and took more of his cock in her mouth and bobbed on it. Greg groaned and grabbed her head. He arched his back and pushed his cock towards her face.

Emma looked up at Greg, and he looked into her bright blue eyes. She continued bobbing on his cock and cupped his balls with her free hand. Greg felt that he was close to coming.

He held her head and withdrew his cock. He bent forward and pushed Emma down to the floor. He lowered himself between her legs and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and Emma responded by twirling her tongue around his poking tongue.

Greg lifted her legs and pushed his cock into her pussy. He straightened up and rammed his cock into her pussy. He grabbed one of her tits and twisted the hard nipple of the other one with the fingers of his other hand. Emma moaned with the jolt of pain and joy that ran through her body from the twisting of her nipple.

Greg thrusted hard into Emma‘s pussy. “You are mine,” he groaned.

Emma felt her orgasm roll through her body, and her pussy squeezed Greg's cock. Greg came with a loud growl and spurted his cum into her pussy.

Greg slumped on Emma, and both gasped for air.

When Emma had recovered, she whispered, “Yes, I am all yours.”

First assignment

Emma was focused on preparing for a client meeting when she was jolted out of her thoughts by the ring of her mobile. It was an anonymous caller.

"Hello," she said.

“Hi Emma, it’s Peter. How are you today?”

“Fine, thanks”, Emma replied tersely.

“Listen, I need you tonight. I’ve a business dinner with a client, and I want you to accompany me. I’ll pick you up at seven at your house. Wear a nice dress, no underwear needed. Any questions?” Peter asked.

Emma tried to gather her thoughts. She had not heard from Peter for over a month and had pushed aside the thoughts about his threats to expose her by sending the video of her having sex with him and his friends to her boss and colleagues to secure a contract with his company.

“Where are we going and what do you want me to do?” Emma asked.

“We’ll have dinner at a new Italian place I heard of, and afterward, we’ll see what will happen. Are we then set?” Peter requested.

“Yes, ok,” Emma gave in, considering the consequences if Peter sent the video to her boss and colleagues.

“Ok, see you later, I need to go,” Peter said and hung up.

Emma lowered her phone and put it on her desk. She tried to make sense of what had just happened. Now materialized what she had contemplated extensively following the fateful first encounter with Peter. She was uncertain how she felt about the prospect of being Peter’s escort that evening without knowing what exactly would happen. She was fearful, yet strangely excited.

During the afternoon, Emma struggled to focus on her work. She left the office early in the late afternoon and went home. Greg was not at home yet.

She went to her wardrobe and wondered what she should wear that evening. “No underwear needed,” Peter had said. Emma was debating with herself whether to comply with this request. In the end, she settled for a plain but elegant black knee-length body-con dress. It featured a deep V-slit neckline, and the high waistband accentuated her slim waist. She complied with the no-underwear order. Strappy high-heeled sandals completed her outfit. Emma was aware that her outfit was slightly daring, especially since she was not wearing underwear, but she felt good in it.

Greg came home shortly before Emma was to be picked up and found his wife in the living room. “Hi, Hon,” he started, and stopped at the door when he saw Emma in her dress. “Have I forgotten anything?” he asked, surprised.

“No, I am going out tonight,” Emma replied. “Peter called earlier today.”

Greg narrowed his eyes. “Where are you going?” Greg wanted to know. “And what are you supposed to do?”

“He only said that we would have dinner at a new Italian restaurant in town,” Emma recounted what Peter had told her earlier.

“And afterward?” Greg enquired.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” Emma admitted softly. She was afraid of what could happen after dinner, a knot tightening in her stomach.

“I don’t like letting you go with this bastard without knowing what he’ll do to you,” Greg said, revealing his uneasiness about the situation.

“I’ll be fine,” Emma tried to assure him.

The doorbell rang. “I’ll answer the door,” Greg announced and turned. Emma quickly followed him.

Greg opened the door and stared at the man standing before him. He was shorter than Greg and looked frightened by Greg’s glaring stare.

“Are you Peter?” Greg demanded.

“No, I’m Francesco, I’m the driver to pick up Emma,” he responded quietly.

“Where will you take my wife?” he questioned the driver.

“To ‘Antonello’s’, the Italian restaurant,” the driver answered.

“Everything will be fine,” Emma assured Greg again and hugged him. I’ll tell you everything when I come back. She kissed him, and he hugged her tightly.

“Be careful,” he whispered.

“I will,” Emma whispered and stepped back.

Greg waited at the door until the car drove off. He worried about Emma and what would happen to her that night. He closed the door and went into his study to finish some work. He struggled, however, to focus on his work and gave up after a few minutes. He was confused. He was worried about Emma, but he was also curious about what she would tell him afterward.

Emma had similar feelings as she was on her way to the restaurant. She was at the same time afraid and excited about what would happen that night. Her hands were sweaty, and she was fumbling with her clutch bag.

Emma’s unease mounted with each passing streetlight flickering through the car window. She tried to steady her breath, but uncertainty pressed heavily on her chest. What exactly was expected of her at this dinner and afterward? She was wondering who Peter’s client was. Was Peter expecting her to go with this client after dinner? Or would the three of them go together? And if yes, where would they go? And what did Peter expect of her then?

The leather of her clutch felt slick under her clammy fingers, and she found herself glancing nervously out into the evening.

Unconsciously, she pressed her legs together, which made her aware that she was wearing no underwear. She pushed her dress down over her thighs, which sent a shiver down her body. She had shaved her pussy earlier that day, and the fabric of the dress was rubbing over her sensitive mound.

Despite her best efforts to mask her apprehension, a persistent unease gnawed at her. Yet, beneath her fear, a glimmer of curiosity urged her onward, even as every instinct screamed to turn back.

Her nervousness even increased when the car slowed down in front of the restaurant. Francesco opened the car door for her, and Emma got out. She went into the restaurant and saw Peter sitting with a couple at a table. That was unexpected. She had expected a male client, but not a couple.

Peter waved, and she walked over to the table. Everyone got up, and Peter made the introductions. “Carl, Christine, meet Emma, a good friend. Emma, meet Carl and Christine Turner, long-standing customers of ARGON.” Emma shook hands with the Turners.

Both were in their 40s. Carl was rather tall, broad-shouldered, with short blonde hair. Christine was slightly taller than Emma. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair and a slender, curvy figure. She wore a white body-con dress made from a stretchy fabric with a bold, plunging front cut-out that extended from the neckline to just above the waist, creating a striking view of her C-cup tits. She had also received the memo that no underwear was necessary.

Emma realized that she stared at her firm breasts when Christine started the conversation. “Very nice to finally meet you. Peter has told us so much about you.”

Emma glanced at Peter, but he put on a poker face.

“Hopefully only positive things,” Emma said with an attempt at a smile.

“Of course,” Christine replied with a sly smile.

“Shall we order?” interrupted Peter.

Emma quickly scanned the menu and decided on an Italian salad.

While they waited for their food, they chatted about the restaurant's interior and compared it to other places they had been recently. With this innocent conversation, Emma felt slightly more comfortable. Over dinner, with the tasty food and more general conversation, she relaxed further.  

After they had finished dinner, Peter said, “Let’s move on.”

“Where are we going?” asked Emma. Her apprehension and nervousness awoke again.

“We would like to invite you and Peter to our house to continue our get-together,” Christine said.

Emma’s nervousness eased slightly because she felt better that Christine was with them and that she was not alone with only men.

They hailed a taxi and went to the Turners’ home. The mood in the cab was easy-going as they discussed the quality of the food they had eaten. Emma relaxed again with the casual chatter.

They entered the house and proceeded to the living room at the back, which opened onto a terrace. “What would you like to drink?” asked Carl. Everyone went for a whiskey.

After some further chatting, Christine said to Emma, “Let me show you around the house. And I’ve a surprise for you.”

“Ok, sure,” Emma said hesitantly and followed Christine into the house. They went through the kitchen, into the main hallway, and up to the first floor. Emma saw through open doors that there were several bedrooms and bathrooms.

Christine opened a closed door and switched on a light. The room was dimly lit. Emma gasped. There was a king-size bed at the back of the room. On the left and right of the bed were racks of different sizes and types.

“What is this?” Emma asked.

“This is our little playroom,” replied Christine.

“Take off your dress!” Christine ordered.

Emma was taken by surprise and did not move.

“Come on, move!” Christine demanded.

“What’s this about?” Emma enquired. Her nervousness rose again.

“Peter told me that I can have some fun with you. I’ve recently discovered my dominant side. Carl likes to watch and assist me; he will join shortly,” Christine explained. “So, get going!”

Emma was dumbfounded but mechanically took off her dress. It seemed that her feeling that she was safer with another woman around had been misleading. She stood stark naked with only her high-heeled sandals in front of the woman. She felt exposed, but pulled back her shoulders, holding up her head.

“This is a good girl,” Christine sneered. “And I see, with a nicely shaved pussy.”

Christine went to a sideboard and told Emma to come over to her. She opened a drawer and took out black leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles. “Stretch out your arms.” Emma obeyed, and Christine put the cuffs on her wrists.

“Sit down on the floor,” Christine demanded.

Emma sat down, and Christine put the cuffs on her ankles. In addition, she put a collar around her neck. Christine attached a leash to the collar and pulled her up.

“Let’s go to the guys. I want to show them my little pet,” Christine said while pulling Emma behind her. They went through the house, into the living room, and then to the terrace door.

The terrace was dimly lit by the glow of string lights draped across a dark wooden pergola overhead. The soft lighting cast a warm, inviting glow that just brushed the silhouettes of Carl and Pete at the far end of the terrace, where a spacious L-shaped sofa wrapped around a central area.

Potted plants with ferns and fragrant jasmine clustered in the corners. The air was tinged with the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers and a hint of distant rain. The terrace overlooked a shadowy garden where moonlight brushed the tops of swaying grasses. This secluded oasis, softly humming with the sounds of the night, created an atmosphere at once intimate and electric.

“Don’t be so shy, come over here,” said Carl.

Christine moved towards the two men and pulled at the leash. Emma followed obediently until she stood between Carl and Peter.

„You have indeed brought us a cute little pet, Peter,” Carl said, appraising Emma’s naked body.

He stood in front of Emma and cupped her cheek with his hand. He followed her jawline with his fingers to her neck and stroked further over her collarbone to the side of her left breast and down her left arm.

At the same time, Peter caressed her back, starting at her head and following her spine down to her ass. There, his fingers turned to her right hip, circled her hip bone, and returned to her spine. Peter kissed her shoulder and whispered into her ear, “Do you enjoy yourself?”

Emma felt exposed, standing naked in front of the men, but her body gave her away. The caressing from the two men sent a shiver down Emma’s body, and her dark pink nipples hardened. She felt her pussy getting moist.

“Our little toy likes the attention,” sneered Christine.

Emma noticed that Christine also liked what she saw. Her nipples poked against her tight dress, and her cheeks were flushed.

Christine moved next to Peter and joined the caressing of Emma’s back. Her and Peter’s hands were moving across Emma’s back, crossing and touching.

Carl, meanwhile, bent forward and kissed Emma’s neck and further down to her breasts. He licked across her hard left nipple and circled her areola. With his hand, he squeezed her right tit and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Emma moaned softly.

“Look at her nice ass,” said Peter, cupping one of her ass cheeks. “Move your legs further apart,” he demanded, and Emma obliged.

Carl took the cue and continued his kissing further down over Emma’s tummy to her shaved mound, which sent another shiver down Emma’s body. While kissing her, Carl squeezed Emma’s tits and rubbed with his palms over her erect nipples.

Carl squatted in front of Emma and grabbed her hips. He breathed against her clit and licked along her pussy lips. “Such a juicy pussy,” he growled.

Emma moaned and leaned against Peter, who stood behind her. She felt his bulging pants against her ass and remembered his massive cock from her previous encounters with him.

Christine also noticed the bulge in Peter’s pants and cupped it with her hand. He turned to her, and she squatted in front of him. She opened his pants and pulled out his huge cock.

Christine put her hand around his shaft and licked around his cock head. She stroked his cock and put more of Peter’s cock in her mouth. He growled softly.

Peter reached around Emma and squeezed one of her tits.

Carl continued licking along Emma’s outer pussy lips and back along her inner lips. He licked around her clit and down her labia again.

Emma gasped as he pushed his tongue into her pussy. She felt an orgasm building up.

Carl licked around her clit and sucked on it. He put two fingers into her pussy and curled his fingers.

“Oh, that’s good,” Emma moaned.

“Yes, come for us,” Christine whispered in Emma’s ear. She had let go of Peter’s cock and stood now behind Emma. “Lick her pussy, our horny little toy wants to come,” she encouraged Carl. Her voice was hoarse with arousal.

Emma pushed her hips into Carl’s face and leaned against Peter and Christine behind her.

Christine reached around Emma and squeezed one of Emma’s tits and pulled on her nipple. Peter continued to squeeze Emma’s other tit and nipple. Their attention to her breasts sent further waves of arousal through Emma’s body.

Carl, meanwhile, alternated between licking around Emma’s clit and sucking on it, sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

Emma squirmed her hips and groaned, “Yes, please, oh, I’m coming,” as her orgasm rolled over her.

Emma continued to lean on Peter and Christine as she gasped for air.

Peter and Christine continued to caress Emma’s breasts and tummy.

“Such a cute little slut,” snarled Peter.

“I fully agree,” said Christine. “Let’s see how good she really is.”

Christine grabbed the leash that was dangling from the collar around Emma’s neck and pulled Emma upright. “Let’s go over to the sofa,” she told Emma.

Christine stopped at the sofa, pulled her dress up over her hips, and reclined with her legs spread. “Kneel and return the favor to me that Carl did to you,” she ordered Emma.

Emma stared at Christine’s pussy and her small, neat brown landing strip and was frozen. Another turn of events that Emma had not anticipated. She had never been with a woman before. And now this admittedly hot woman asked her to lick her pussy.

“What are you waiting for?” Christine tore Emma from her thoughts. “Don’t you like what you see?”

“No, not at all. It’s just that I’ve never done anything like this before,” Emma said.

“Don’t pretend that you are that shy,” Peter told Emma. He had come over to her and pushed her down between Christine’s legs.

Emma slowly bent her head towards Christine’s pussy and smelled her musky pussy juices. She lightly kissed down Christine’s outer pussy lips and up on the other side. She breathed against Christine’s clit. She had never looked at a clit from so close. She found it very exciting and arousing.

Emma moved her tongue around Christine’s clit and then took it in her mouth and sucked on it. If someone did this to her, it always sent waves of pleasure through her. It seemed that Christine also liked it, gauging from her moaning.

“Oh, that feels good,” Christine gasped and grabbed Emma’s head, thrusting her pussy into Emma’s face.

Emma got more comfortable and licked through Christine’s folds and tasted Christine’s pussy juices. She pushed her tongue into Christine’s wet pussy and twirled her tongue inside her.

“You’re a fast learner,” Christine groaned.

She went back to Christine’s clit and licked over it, which produced another gasp from Christine. Emma kept licking around Christine’s clit before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it.

Simultaneously, Emma pushed two fingers into Christine’s pussy and fucked her with her fingers. When she curled her fingers, it pushed Christine over the edge.

Christine squeezed Emma’s head with her twitching thighs and screamed, “I’m coming!”

Emma prolonged Christine’s orgasm by keeping sucking on her clit and fucking her pussy with her fingers until Christine pushed back her head.

Christine lay panting on the sofa. “Wow, that was great,” she murmured. “You’re a very talented little toy,” she sneered.

When Christine had caught her breath, she looked up and said to Emma, "It seems the guys liked our show. I think your skills are required.”

„Come over here, our little toy’s all yours,” she told Carl and Peter.

The men had both their hard cocks out. From the look of it, they had indeed enjoyed watching Emma licking Christine’s pussy.

Carl and Peter came over to the sofa and stood on each side of Emma, with their throbbing cocks dangling in front of her face.

Emma took Carl’s cock in her hand and closed her mouth around his cock head. With her other hand, she grabbed Peter’s cock and stroked it. Then she switched and took Peter’s cock into her mouth while stroking Carl’s.

Carl grabbed Emma’s hips and pulled her to her feet. She let go of Carl’s cock, but despite being surprised by Carl’s move, she kept Peter’s cock in her mouth and continued licking around it. She was standing on her feet and leaning forward.

Carl moved behind her and spread her legs wider. He brought his cock to the entrance of her pussy and moved his cock head back and forth through her wet folds. When it was slick with her juices, he slowly pushed it into her, which made Emma moan onto Peter’s cock.

“Our little fuck toy seems to like it between your two cocks,” Christine sneered.

Peter smirked and took Emma’s head into his hands. He started to face fuck her. “It also feels good to fuck her face,” he replied.

“And darling, do you enjoy fucking her cunt?” Christine asked Carl.

“Yeah, it’s really great. Have a closer look,” Carl suggested.

Christine got up and stood next to Emma. She leaned on Emma’s back and grabbed her tits. She squeezed them and pulled on her nipples. “Do you enjoy yourself?” she whispered in Emma’s ear.

Emma moaned on Peter’s cock as Christine’s pulling on her nipples sent a shiver through her body.

“I take this as a ‘yes’,” Christine smirked and knelt.

Emma felt Christine’s tongue flicking over her clit, which made her gasp. She grabbed Peter’s thighs to steady herself as she felt an orgasm building up inside her.

Carl increased the speed of pounding her pussy, and Christine kept alternately licking around and sucking on her clit.

“Oh, yeah, that feels so good,” Carl exclaimed and slapped both Emma’s ass cheeks. The unexpected pain shot another shiver through Emma’s body into her pussy.

Emma pushed against Peter’s thighs to make him stop fucking her mouth so she could gasp for air as the orgasm washed over her. “Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me!” she cried.

Christine kept sucking on her clit, extending her orgasm further. Emma’s thighs trembled while Carl continued to fuck her pussy. She felt the next orgasm coming. “Fuck, yes, oh god!” she exclaimed when the orgasm ripped through her body. Her thighs twitched, and she leaned against Peter for support.

With her contracting pussy muscles, she milked Carl’s cock, and she felt him spurt his cum into her pussy with a loud groan.

Slowly, Emma came back from her bliss. She felt Carl slipping his cock out of her pussy and straightened up.

Christine also got up in front of her and turned to Peter. “Fuck me, Peter. I need a cock in my pussy after this exciting show by Carl and his sex toy,” she said in a husky voice.

Peter turned her around and bent her forward so she could grab the armrest of the couch. Christine put her legs a bit farther apart and stretched her ass out to him. Emma had a good view of Christine’s dripping pussy before Peter moved behind Christine and pushed his cock against the entrance of her pussy.

Emma stared fascinated at them when Peter slowly slid his big, throbbing cock into Christine’s pussy, which made Christine gasp.

“You’re so big,” she moaned. She continued moaning while Peter relentlessly pushed more and more of his cock into her pussy.

“Do you like what you see?” Carl asked her. “Let’s sit on the sofa for a better view.”

It was the first time that she saw someone else having sex directly in front of her without her being involved - as a voyeur, came to her mind. She found it fascinating and arousing.

Carl reclined on the sofa, pulling Emma down in front of him and had her lean against him. They faced Christine, who had her eyes closed, as Peter continued to push his cock into her pussy.

“Is he filling your pussy?” he asked Christine.

“Oh god, yes, he’s so big and spreads my pussy so wide,” she responded.

“Oh, fuck,” Christine gasped as Peter started to fuck her pussy.

Emma kept staring at Christine as Peter continued to fuck her. Christine’s face was distorted with lust, with her mouth hanging slightly open and her eyes shut.

Emma found it extremely arousing to watch them, and her hand moved to her pussy.

“It seems you like what you’re seeing,” Carl whispered in her ear and started to play with her breasts.

“Mhm,” Emma moaned.

“Continue to play with yourself,” he encouraged her.

“Oh, that feels so good, yes, fuck me hard,” Christine cried. “Yes, that’s it, I’m close, fuck me.”

While Emma continued to follow the fucking in front of her, her fingers moved faster over her clit as she felt an orgasm building up inside her.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Christine cried, and Peter growled as he continued to pound Christine’s pussy.

Listening to Christine and Peter pushed Emma over the edge, and her orgasm rolled through her.

“What a show!” said Carl behind her.

“Our little sex toy is indeed always good for a surprise,” smirked Peter when he had recovered.

“What have I missed?” asked Christine.

“She liked our fucking so much that she played with herself,” explained Carl.

Christine stood in front of Carl and Emma. “Did you also like what you saw?” she asked Carl.

“Yes, it was a great performance by the three of you,” he smirked.

Christine leaned forward and kissed Carl.

“Sorry guys,” Peter interrupted them, “but I’ve to go.”

“Oh, it’s indeed late,” Christine said. “Let’s call it a night.”

“Come on, let’s get your dress,” she told Emma, who followed Christine through the house to their playroom.

Christine opened and took off the cuffs one after the other. Afterwards, she handed Emma her dress, which she put on.

“I really enjoyed the evening,” Christine told Emma. “And I’d like to see you again – unfortunately, we didn’t have time for my playroom tonight,” she smirked. “By the way, we don’t need Peter for that; here’s my number.” She handed Emma a piece of paper. “Perhaps you want to bring your husband next time.”

Emma looked surprised at her. “I’ll check with him,” she said cautiously.

“Do that,” Christine replied. “Let’s go, the guys are waiting.

They went to the hallway where Carl and Peter were waiting.

“Francesco is waiting outside to drive you home,” Peter told Emma. “Have a good night, I’ll be in touch,” he smirked.

“Good night,” she said tersely and left the house.

**

When she sat in the car on her way home, she looked back on the evening. It started with her apprehension, then followed the nice dinner and tasty food before she was being used as a sex toy by Peter and his friends – once again and once again, she debated with herself how she felt about it. It was degrading, but on the other hand, she found it very arousing, and she had several intense orgasms and some new, exciting experiences.

Her next thought was what she should tell Greg. She had promised to tell him everything, and she was also willing to do so. But she was not sure how open she should be about her feelings about these new experiences. It should not come as a surprise to Greg, given that she had confided to him before that she liked these sexual encounters.  

“Are you okay?” asked Francesco. “We’re nearly there.”

She had been so deep in her thoughts that she did not realize that they had nearly reached her home.

“Yes, thanks,” replied Emma.

Francesco stopped the car, and she got out.

Emma let herself into the house and went into the living room, where Greg was waiting for her.

“Hi, are you okay?” Greg asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, a bit tired, to be honest, but otherwise okay,” Emma responded.

“What did he do to you?” Greg asked in a rather aggressive tone.

“We had dinner with a couple whom he’s befriended.”

“That was all?”

“No, afterwards we went to their house,” Emma said lowly.

“And what happened there?”

“We had sex.”

“All of you together?”

“Well, yes, sort of.”

“What do you mean, sort of?”

“We were somehow all involved, either participating or watching.”

“Shall I tell you the details?” Emma asked him.

“Did you like it?” Matt asked in response.

There was the question she was afraid to answer. She decided to be open again with Greg and said, “Yes, I did indeed like it.”

“What did you like most?”

“Well, licking a woman’s pussy was exciting, but I also liked watching the others having sex in front of me,” Emma recounted some of her experiences from earlier that evening.

Greg looked at her, speechless, given Emma’s revelations.

“Please say something,” she begged.

“I don’t know whether I still know who you are.”

“I’m still Emma, your wife. I love you!”

“I don’t like you to go on your own to some strangers and have sex with them,” Greg told her.

“Would you prefer to join me and take part?”

“What do you mean?”

“Christine, the woman I was with tonight, asked me to see her and her husband again and also bring you along,” Emma explained.

Greg looked surprised at Emma. “Are you making this up so I feel better?”

“No, I was also surprised when she asked me.”

“And your friend Peter would also join, I assume.”

“He’s not my friend, and Christine mentioned explicitly that Peter wouldn’t join,” Emma replied tersely.

“And what would happen if we met them?” Greg wanted to know.

“I don’t know, I assume we’d get to know each other and then see what would develop.”

“Okay, I’m still not sure how I feel about having sex with strangers and sharing you, but at least I’m in it with you.”

“Is this a ‘yes’?” Emma asked. “Shall I reach out to Christine?”

“Yes, okay, why not?” Greg said. “To be honest, you made me curious.”

Emma smiled at him, “That’ll be fun. I’ll reach out to her and arrange something.”

“I’d like to take a shower. Do you want to join me and fuck your wife?” Emma asked, turned around, and began to unzip her dress. While walking farther to the bathroom, she let her dress fall to the floor and took off her shoes.

Greg followed her and also got rid of his shirt and pants, so that they were both naked when Greg reached her at the bathroom door.

He hugged her from behind and kissed her on the mouth.

“You’re mine,” he whispered when he broke the kiss.

He kissed her neck and let his hands wander to her breasts and played with her nipples, which made her lowly moan. His hands wandered further over her tummy to her shaved mound.

“What happened to your landing strip?” he asked and circled with his finger over her mound, which sent a shiver through her body.

“Well, sometimes a change is also nice.” She smiled.

“I like both and also a change from time to time.”

Greg kissed her on the mouth and moved one hand further down and cupped her pussy. He slid one finger through her folds and up to her clit, which he circled slowly with his finger. Emma lowly groaned while they kissed.

With his other hand, Greg caressed her tummy and moved up to her breasts and squeezed them lightly. His finger circled her nipple, which got hard under his finger.

Greg’s cock was growing and pushing against Emma’s ass.

Emma broke their kiss. “Fuck my pussy,” she demanded. She leaned forward and grabbed the door frame to steady herself while pushing out her ass towards Greg.

Greg admired her firm ass and her puffy pussy lips. He slid his cock a few times through her slick labia before pressing his dick slightly against her moist pussy lips, but without entering her.

“Please, push your cock into my pussy,” she begged.

As he pushed his throbbing cock finally into her hot, wet hole, Emma gasped, “Oh, that feels so good.”

“I love to fuck your pussy. It belongs to me,” Greg growled and began to slowly fuck her pussy.

He increased the speed of his fucking and slapped Emma’s ass cheeks, which elicited a gasp from her.

“Yes, fuck me,” she encouraged him.

Greg thrust his cock with increased speed into Emma’s pussy while pushing his thumb against her slightly opened puckered hole. When he pushed his thumb further into her ass, Emma groaned lowly, and her breathing became ragged.

Greg pulled his cock out of her pussy and pressed it against her puckered hole, which slowly opened when he pushed his cock into Emma’s ass.

She gasped, “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” She grabbed the doorframe harder with one hand and put her other hand on her clit and began to move it fast over it.

Greg started to fuck her ass faster and, with each thrust, pushed his cock deeper into her ass.

“Oh, yes, fuck my ass,” she cried.

“I love to fuck your tight ass; your ass belongs to me,” Greg growled.

“Come into my ass,” Emma shrieked.

“Oh, fuck,” Greg shouted and spurted his cum into her ass.

Emma continued to rub furiously her clit until an orgasm rolled through her body that made her thighs twitch.

Greg leaned breathless forward onto Emma, who also gasped for breath and held her tightly.

When Emma had recovered, she asked, “Do we now want to take a shower?”

“Sounds good,” Greg responded, and they went arm in arm into the bathroom.