Chapter 2: Building Tension
The chilly city wind whistled outside, but Bree's apartment was a warm haven, a refuge from the cold, harsh world beyond its classy, soaring windows. The sound of grinning laughter, boisterous loudly through the air, as Jake and Ethan followed the women into the rector of the fancy, two-bedroom apartment. Bree brought some beers from the kitchen and handed it to the men.
The quartet quickly settled down, taking their place on the large comfortable soft sectional couch. The women kicked off their heels as they made themselves comfortable.
"I have some superb MJ." Bree announced, gesturing to the red ceramic jar sitting on the table in front of her. Jake instantly leaned over to grab it, his excitement bubbling out of him as he unraveled the rubber band keeping it sealed. Emily flashed Bree a look. She had hoped the men would drop them off but the longer they were going to stay, the more potential for bad things would rise. Bree ignored her friend's look as Jake began to prepare some large joints for all.
The smell of weed filled the room, quickly overpowering the faint smell of chocolate and vanilla from Bree's soy candle. Emily couldn't help but cough slightly as she was in-between Bree and Ethan on the plump suede couch.
Jake handed her a joint, his fingers brushing against hers and sending a shiver down her spine. She took a hesitant puff and felt the sensation course through her body.
"Not your normal Friday night, is it Emily?" Ethan asked.
Emily shook her head with a sigh, feeling the buzz of the alcohol, weed, and loosening inhibitions. While long past her bedtime, she was still feeling animated and not yet tired. She enjoyed the warm tingly feeling of the weed as well as the company.
As the night wore on, the conversation between the four of them became increasingly explicit, turning their focus to the topic of sex. The soft, dim lighting of the room seemed to give everyone a sense of permission, allowing them to talk freely. Emily while the oldest was also, apparently, the least experienced. She had a few partners before she met her husband their senior year in college but nothing wild. And while she loved her husband, sex was very...adequate and at times solid. But nothing your would write erotic fiction over either.
As Emily let her thoughts wander, Bree asked Ethan to share some stories from his bartending job. With a sly smile, he began to regale them about all the drunken escapades that took place behind the bar, including several where he had to intervene. Jake chimed in, adding a few stories of his own.
One tale centered on a woman who propositioned him with a threesome with her husband, and in graphic detail, he shared the experience with them on the sofa. Emily listened, her heart beating faster with each word that left his lips.
Emily's mind began to wander as she listened to the conversation, visualizing the salacious details of the ménage à trois that Jake had experienced. The room seemed to spin as she gazed at the muscular form of Jake, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. In her weed haze, she couldn't prevent herself from imagining herself in that woman's placed...being pleasured by two men at the same time. She felt a small tingle in her crotch to her surprise. With all the smoking and drinking she assumed the sexual thoughts could only be the alcoholic buzzes and THC content, but she couldn't help imagining herself in that threesome scenario. And once her mind went there, she couldn't help but stay there. Hands, mouths and hard cocks all over and in her naked body. She had once or twice seen pictures and porn video's left open on her husband's computer of women getting fucked by two guys at the same time. She used to turn off the images in disgust thinking what whore would do that. But now in this state, she had to admit it intrigued her.
Bree noticed Emily's distraction and decided to take this moment of liberty to make her move.
She leaned into Jake, whispering something into his ear that Emily couldn't hear. Jake grinned lasciviously and before Emily knew what was happening, both of them had stood up, leaving Emily and Ethan alone on the plush sofa.
"Looks like Bree has other plans for Jake," Ethan said, turning towards Emily.
His eyes were on her now, piercing through the haze of alcohol and weed with an intensity that made her pulse race. She couldn't tear her gaze away as he moved closer to her.
The sexual tension in the room crackled, and Emily's heart pounded in her chest.
"I guess it's just you and me now, Emily," Ethan said, his voice deep and gravelly.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry as she tried to find the words to respond. But all that came out was a weak, "Uh-huh."
Ethan leaned in closer, his lips a mere inch away from hers. She could feel his breath hot on her face, and her body trembled with anticipation.
The combination of weed, alcohol, and the erotic stories from earlier had put her in a highly suggestible state. Without thinking twice, he closed the distance between them, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. He tasted like whiskey and sin, and she couldn't get enough.
As they continued to kiss, Ethan's hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist and slipping under her shirt. She gasped as his cold fingers touched her bare skin. His touch sent an electrical current through her, awakening a dormant hunger deep within her core.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Emily knew this was a bad idea, but she couldn't find the strength to resist. Their mouths moved in unison, exploring each other's taste buds with an intensity that sent her heart racing. Her hands massaging his muscular back.
Ethan's fingers continued to wander, finally reaching the swell of her breast. He gently caressed her nipples through the silky fabric, causing them to harden almost instantly. With every flick and twist of his fingers, Emily felt a surge of pleasure shoot straight to her clit, making it throb with need.
Her breath hitched as she felt him unclasp her bra, freeing her swollen breasts, now sensitive to even the slightest touch. In one swoop he had her top off and breasts exposed. He hungrily kissed down her neck and then took one of her swollen nipples into his mouth as she laid back on the couch.
She moaned as he began to circle the sensitive peak with his tongue, pulling it in between his teeth and applying gentle pressure. A bolt of pleasure shot through her, directly to her clit, causing a quiver to ripple through her body.
His other hand slipped beneath her jeans, fingertips making their way to her damp underwear. Emily couldn't help but sigh at the feeling of his skin against hers, his fingers lightly rubbing against the damp fabric covering her most private area. Every touch he made sent another wave of pleasure through her body, making the throbbing between her legs more intense.
She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of his rock-hard cock through his jeans. It felt even bigger than she initially thought when they danced at the club and she could feel it pressing against her.
He groaned, hips bucking involuntarily, as she squeezed and massaged him. She could feel every vein, every ridge of him. And she needed more.
Ethan got off of Emily and leaned back on the couch. He kicked off his shoes, and kicked off his jeans, revealing black boxer briefs that barely contained him.
"You are making me so hard, I am going to burst." He said.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him reveal his huge, rock-hard cock pulsating and throbbing with desire.
"Wow...you're...fuck," she stammered as she took in the impressive sight.
He had a cock like a sledgehammer, long, thick and so fucking hard. She wanted it inside her fucking her. She wanted him to tear open her pussy lips with his gigantic cock and pound her into oblivion.
Ethan's smile turned predatorial as he saw her reaction.
"Like what you see?" he asked, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a long, slow stroke.
"Yes...fuck yes," Emily replied, her voice trembling in anticipation.
Ethan took her hand and guided it to the base of his cock.
He groaned in pleasure as her soft fingers wrapped around his rigid member. She hesitated for a moment, but he seized the opportunity to press his body against hers, forcing her to comprehend the magnitude of his desire.
Her fingers slid easily up and down his cock, betraying her growing arousal. He seized her lips in a demanding kiss, causing her body to shake in exhilaration. As they parted, Ethan moved her to the edge of the sofa and began to pull her jeans down.
Emily cooperated willingly, feeling the fabric slide down her lithe form, leaving her clad only in her underwear. He then pushed her down onto the cushions, her back meeting the cool material with a satisfying thud.
Ethan knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her greedily. His hands reached for the elastic bands of her underwear, and she gasped as they were swiftly removed. Her pussy was wet and inviting, her juices glistening on the moistened folds. Emily was now completely naked in front of another man other than her husband for the first time since college. And was never more turned on.
He parted her labia with his stiff fingers, teasing the little nubbin of her stiff clit. He swallowed her juices and licked them from his fingers. He was dominant, no doubt about it.
His tongue teased her clit. Thumb playing her engorged nipple as his tongue flicked against her clit, Emily let out a small cry. The sensation of Ethan's tongue playing her body felt both unequivocally pleasure and incredibly wrong. But she wasn't tense anymore, she was ravenous for desire. An exploration of helplessness and primal instincts that made her feel exciting and alive.
Her sense were alive, including her hearing. She could hear Bree panting and moaning loud between the sounds of the bedpost rocking back and forth in her bedroom behind closed doors. The sounds of her friend being fucked turned her on even more with Ethan's expert licking.
His tongue thrust inside her, and she moaned in pleasure as his fingers found their way to her tight entrance. He slid two of them deep inside her, curving them upward to rub against her sensitive spot. She gasped as he began to massage her, causing a series of shivers to ripple through her body.
He curled his fingers upwards and began to move them in a 'come-hither' motion, hitting the exact right spot. Emily couldn't help but scream in pleasure as he manipulated her most sensitive area, causing intense sensations to flood her body.
Oh....ohhhh fuck!" she cried.
Her fingernails dug into the couch's soft fabric as she writhed in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body was on fire, a burning ball of lust that only Ethan could extinguish.
Despite the alcohol and weed haze, Emily could feel every touch, lick, and caress with crystal clarity. With each pass of his tongue, she felt like she was ascending to new heights of ecstasy.
Suddenly, Ethan stopped.
He looked up at her with a mischievous grin, his face glistening with her juices. He stood up, with his now painfully hard and large cock pointing directly at her moist and tingling pussy lips.
Ethan knelt down, placing his knees on either side of her thighs. Emily's breath hitched as she felt the tip of his cock push lightly against her labia, spreading her lips open.
She dug her fingers deeper into the sofa, letting out a guttural moan as she felt his cock slowly slip inside her. Emily was tight, her body unused to the intrusion after countless years of monogamy with her husband.
His dick filled her up inch by inch, making her body adjust to his size. She could feel every vein, every pulse of him.
It was so goddamn huge, and the thought of him completely filling her up made her even wetter.
"Fuck, you're tight, Emily," Ethan groaned, his eyes closed in pure bliss.
Emily could only nod in agreement, feeling every inch of him slide deeper inside her. She arched her back, opening herself up further for him, allowing him to push deeper into her.
Ethan grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him. His thrusts became harder, faster, and Emily could feel every raw stroke of him inside her.
The sound of their bodies hitting each other filled the room, drowning the sounds of Jake and Bree's moans behind the closed door.
Ethan whispered twisted dirty things in her ear-how good she felt, how tight, how he couldn't believe how fucking hot she was, and how good her pussy tasted. She couldn't help but moan in response to his words, feeling every syllable reverberate through her body.
Ethan leaned back and grabbed each ankle with her toes pointed to the ceiling and spread her as he slowly pistoned his cock in and out of her. She moaned in pleasure as he stretched her wetness from her opening down to her ass. The sight and sound of his cock plunging into Emily, filling her up, over and over again was incredibly arousing to both of them.
Her cries of pleasure grew louder as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed his entire length back into her, causing her tits to bounce with each hard thrust. He was in control now, stretching and pounding her pussy like a wild animal while she screamed in complete pleasure.
Ethan's eyes were wild and greedy, watching Emily's breasts jiggle and bounce as he fucked her harder. Ethan loved the forbidden naughtiness of taking another man's wife and making her cry in pleasure from his cock.
"Ethan, I need to cum so bad!" she screamed, pulling him down to her and biting his shoulder as her nails tore into his back.
Ethan continued to pound into her, sweat dripping from his chiseled chest and onto her as he took her body with an animalistic desire. Emily could feel another orgasm building within her, the pressure growing to an almost unbearable level. Her tits bounced with each brutal thrust, the nipples grazing against Ethan's sculpted chest.
"That's it, Emily, cum for me," Ethan groaned through gritted teeth, his own release imminent.
Her pussy clenched around him, and Emily's body shuddered as she reached her climax.
"Fuck, yes," she cried out, the intensity of the orgasm almost painful in its pleasure.
Ethan couldn't hold back any longer. Her orgasm had pushed him over the edge, and he spilled himself inside Emily with a loud groan.
She could feel his cock pulse as he emptied himself into her. The sensation sent aftershocks of pleasure through her own body, prolonging her post-orgasmic bliss.
They both laid there, catching their breath, limbs entwined together as they slowly came back down to earth. Ethan carefully rolled off of Emily, leaving her flushed and satisfied on the couch.
As the reality of what had just transpired began to settle in, Emily's heart beat faster. She could hardly believe what had just happened, couldn't believe she let herself become so carried away. Her mind was still foggy with the haze of alcohol and weed, and the come-down from the orgasm made her fall asleep quickly.