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exception. She would be
brought to heel and join their ranks – it was only a matter of
time.
    Emily shivered when they finally parted company, visibly
shaken. Yet she felt a degree of elation that she had survived the
ordeal. She had not reacted to the man’s taunting – she had kept
her famous cool.
    But she was far from cool later that evening when she insisted
that her husband make love to her again. Les smiled and told her
that she was insatiable – twice in the space of one week – she
would wear him out! Realising that the joke had fallen rather flat,
Les reached out his hand and suggested they go to bed – of course
he wanted to make love to her – he would do anything for his
darling wife.
    “No! Do it here. In the lounge! Take me from behind. Fuck me
like a bitch with me kneeling on the floor.”
    Les looked at his wife, barely recognising her. She looked the
same, but yet she was different. He laughed rather nervously, not
sure what was happening. “Emily! What’s got into you?” the Welshman
asked.
    “Just do it. And don’t be in a rush to finish! I want more
than your normal five minutes worth.”
    Emily was already on the floor. She pulled off her thong and
cast it aside then hitched up her skirt and pulled it over her ass
which she invitingly stuck out, parting her legs, desperately
waiting for her husband to fuck her. It took Les an infuriating
amount of time to get an erection, but he eventually rose to the
occasion. Emily gasped when he finally entered her pussy, although
her relief was dampened by the niggling regret that he hadn’t acted
boldly and took the opportunity to try something new by putting his
cock inside her virginal asshole, or at least tease it with a
finger. But she soon cast this aside as she urged him on to fuck
her harder and harder, swaying her hips and bucking back at him
every time he thrust into her slavering cunt.
    To give him credit, Les made a fair fist of it compared to his
normal pedestrian rides, but he couldn’t let himself totally go. As
he pumped in and out of Emily’s ravenous pussy, he was muffling his
grunts so as not to be heard by the neighbours; his upbringing in
the Valleys having instilled such modesty. Emily decided she needed
muffling as well and grabbed hold of Les’s hand and placed it over
her mouth. Les assumed she was using it to curb her own whorish
moans which he was forcing out through this better than normal
performance.
    But it goes without saying that wasn’t the case.
    Emily was adding some reality to the fantasy which she was
creating in her mind, that instead of her husband who had been
cajoled into having doggy style sex in their lounge, she was being
forcibly taken in some seedy location by a bigger, stronger, much
better endowed man. A man who slapped her and tanned her ass as his
cock ploughed into her orgasmic cunt; a man who yelled at her and
called her filthy names as he took advantage of the other hole on
offer and rammed his fat shaft into her virginal guts, making her
howl as he growled out his climax and filled her bowels with his
spunk.
    Ten minutes it lasted. Twice as long as normal, so Les did
well. He felt really pleased with himself at the end. But Emily was
left far from satisfied and needed a shower to finish the job in
her newly adopted way: bringing herself off with a finger up her
ass and others frigging her pussy, recalling that dream that seemed
so real when she wet the bed with her juices.
    Then later that night when the lights were off Emily wet the
bed again. She wet it with her tears as she fell asleep, disgusted
with herself, and the crumbling of what she saw as the fabric of
her life.

Chapter 4
    The next elevator incident happened three days later, on a
Friday – the end of the working week. It was much of the same – the
man was there alone waiting for her, confidently grinning, oozing
his musk like an antler bearing stag.
    Now that went way beyond freakish co-incidence as far as Emily
was concerned!