Careful What You Wish For: Part 1

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Emily Larson sat at her desk in her white blouse and sharp, steel blue business suit of matching blazer and skirt, a folder containing a new legal brief in her lap, gazing out the window of her elegantly-appointed office.  The late afternoon summer’s sun angled across her oak desk and bathed the room in a soft glow.  A beautiful bouquet of flowers – yellow roses, blue irises, and red roses – a recently delivered gift of her husband, sat in a glass vase atop her desk.  In the glow of afternoon sunlight, the flowers, all primary colours, seemed to ‘pop’ in their visual splendour. But then her husband was a visual man.    She crossed her stockinged legs and recalled that a week ago, such a simple body adjustment – crossing her legs, sitting down — would have made her wince a little.  The thought caused the subtlest trace of a smirk to form at the corner of her pretty, lipsticked mouth.Just then, Michael, one of the firm’s junior lawyers, dropped by to say hello and to enquire about her recent annual leave.  She was genuinely fond of Michael, and upon hearing his voice, smiled brightly.  Although Michael was not among her direct reports, as a junior partner, Emily’s position with the firm meant that a certain level of deference, on Michael’s part, had to be observed.  That said, she was by nature modest and personable, and had little patience for corporate hierarchy, preferring to work together as equals.Michael, a young man in his late twenties, had more than a bit of a crush on Emily, albeit a harmless, unspoken one.  She knew this, of course, and not wanting that to affect their office friendship, she was careful not to lead him on.  Though they could be playfully flirtatious, it was always in good fun, something they both understood.Though no one ever acted on it, Michael was not the only male member of the firm to quietly pine for Emily.  Now in her late thirties, she was a very attractive woman.  Petite, and standing just 5’ 2” without heels, her looks were somewhat chameleon-like.  In both her appearance and demeanour, she exuded a unaffected wholesomeness, a characteristic that many men found irresistible.  But if aided with a little strategically-applied makeup, with her long dark hair, full lips, and dark brown eyes, she could transform into something far closer to that of a femme fatale.  With her modest but pert bust, shapely legs, and comely derriere, she never failed to impress in her business casual skirts, blouses, and stockings.With her warm, non-threatening disposition, cheeky but self-effacing humour, dimpled smile, and bright eyes, she had a way of touching your arm and making you feel like the center of attention.  People were drawn to her, and both men and women took delight in her company.“How was the coast,” asked Michael.  “Did you get up to anything fun?”Emily smiled, avoiding any hint of coyness.  “It was lovely,” she replied.  “Just a little much-needed chance to decompress and lay by the pool.”The never-to-be disclosed truth was rather more provocative.—Emily and her husband, James, had been married for just under a decade.  They had no children.  It was a loving partnership that remained fresh despite their years together.  James, an entrepreneur and almost ten years Emily’s senior, doted on his pretty wife.  James was, in his own right, a very attractive man.  Tall and fit, with a strong jawline and streaks of silver in his otherwise dark brown hair, he exuded an effortless and elegant sexiness.Mutual respect, affection, and genuine friendship made for a union envied by many.  They adored one another and were, to coin an oft-ascribed, but in this case accurate cliché, soulmates. They also enjoyed a very active and zesty sex life.  Though somewhat reserved, and quite a private person in public, James’s wife had a ravenous sexual appetite; one that even he, highly-sexed in his own right, sometimes found challenging to keep up with. Indeed, colleagues, and even close friends, would have been forced to adjust their assumptions about the ‘wholesome’ couple had they been afforded a glimpse into their very private sex life.Holidays were often spent at clothing-optional resorts that catered to couples, and they occasionally indulged in playful role-playing adventures almanbahis şikayet at hotels and restaurants about town.  Once, there had even been discussions, though never realized and more James’s idea than Emily’s, of someday visiting a swingers’ club or introducing another woman into their sex life.  A hobbyist photographer with his own studio on the grounds of their property, James also enjoyed having his wife model for him, in lingerie and in the nude, and in progressively more erotic poses.  All things that added spice to what was already a very imaginative and passionate sex life.With a 120” flat screen TV mounted on the wall facing their king-size bed, the two also enjoyed cuddling together on their matrimonial bed to watch porn as a prelude to lovemaking.  Several weeks prior to the holiday Emily’s work friend Michael had enquired about, the pair lay in bed together, nude atop crisp light grey bedsheets, watching an adult video of James’s choosing.  James lay on his back, propped up on several large pillows, while his beautiful wife wrapped herself around him, snuggling in with her head on his chest; her warm, neatly-trimmed quim pressed against the side of his hip.  Save and except for the light emanating from the images on the screen, the all-white walls of the modernist room were bathed in a combination of moonlight and candlelight.  Emily loved candles, and to properly set the tone for an evening of physical intimacy, she had adorned the room with a number of small, wide candles.  A soft summer breeze sighed across their skin.Their taste in porn tended towards the high end ‘art film’ genre – beautiful couples and erotic sex, shot with high production values.  That particular evening, James had selected something very much along those lines.  However, in this case, the handsome male actor was conspicuously well endowed, something not typical of the more couples-oriented genre, and his beautiful young co-star appeared to be genuinely challenged by his size.“My goodness,” whispered Emily, her hand unconsciously reaching down to grope her husband’s semi aroused penis.  James took note of this and smiled.   “Rather big, isn’t he?” observed James, whose own endowment, though pleasingly shaped and considered eminently suckable by his wife, was quite average in size.“Poor girl.  That’s a lot to handle,” she replied. “Poor girl?” he repeated.  “Haven’t you ever been curious?” asked James.  “Even a little?”“My pussy’s a little on the small side, darling,” said Emily. “And quite tight,” added James, kissing the top of her head.Despite her ostensibly sympathetic comment, James couldn’t help but notice that his wife’s delicate pussy, still pressed against his hip, suddenly became noticeably warmer and damp as they watched.“A big penis would probably hurt,” she confessed with genuine sincerity, gentle squeezing his now fully aroused manhood.  “Your lovely cock is the perfect size for me.”After a few more moments of watching the beautiful young starlet endure a relative pounding by her well-hung co-star, Emily’s desire seemed to suddenly peak, and she took her husband in her mouth for what was a more passionate session of oral pleasuring than usual.  This was followed by intense and sweaty lovemaking, and Emily seemed especially inclined towards smutty talk that evening.Afterwards, Emily and James lay in a loving spoon, sexually sated and spent; nestled together in a warm embrace, savouring their post-coital bliss, the evening moonlight casting upon them through their large, open master bedroom window.  The once crisp grey bedsheets were now tousled from their passionate lovemaking; the remnants of James’s sticky seed still oozed from Emily’s labial lips, her inner thighs still wet from her own feminine discharge.Despite having been married for more than two decades, their love for each other remained strong and deep; their sex life still spicy and imaginative. She adored him, truly.  Laying behind her, James slowly drew his hand along the arc of her narrow waist and up over her feminine hips, before tenderly sweeping her long dark hair behind her ear, kissing the nape of her slender neck.  Emily closed her eyes and smiled, goosebumps at the back of her delicate neck.  They almanbahis canlı casino lay there for some time in happy silence, slowly catching their breath and allowing their skin to cool.  Emily purred in her husband’s affectionate and tender embrace.  She felt safe and loved in his strong arms.A quiet time ensued, and James searched for the right words before breaking the silence.  The element of fantasy and experimentation that accompanied their sex life was always active and honest.  In that regard, Emily gave voice to her inner desires as much or more frequently than her husband did.  But this time, it was James who felt compelled to give words to thoughts.“My fantasy of us together with another woman has changed a bit,” he said, his fingers gently playing with the still sweaty strands of her long dark hair.“Oh?” replied Emily, eyes closed, a cheeky smile forming on her lips.James paused before speaking again.“What would you say if I said it was now about adding another man instead?”Emily turned, sat up on her elbows, and looked at her husband, smiling playfully.“Oh, really?”“Can I be completely candid, sweetheart?  Total transparency and honesty, always, yes?”Emily could see that her husband felt vulnerable in his candour, and she tenderly kissed his arm.“Of course, darling,” she replied.  “Always.”Another pause followed.”In my mind, at least, it’s more about watching you, and photographing you, than actually participating”, he said quietly.”Watching me?” she replied.”With another man,” he added with uncharacteristic awkwardness. Emily felt her face and throat go a little flush with the sincerity of his confession.  She’d never suspected that her husband entertained fantasies of sharing her, and it took her aback.  Still, she drew his hand to her lips and kissed it.”A stranger? Someone we know?” she asked, now curious to unpack the details of her husband’s hitherto unspoken desire.”I’ve thought about that, actually,” he answered. “I’ve even done a bit of research and planning.””Really?” she asked, slightly incredulous. They frequently discussed their fantasies together, but this was somehow different.  Emily sensed that her husband had seriously entertained the possibility of acting upon his.”There’s a very high end, very exclusive escort agency that specializes in straight men.  Rather pricey.  But, well, some fantasies are,” he said shyly.Again, owing to the obvious and considerable thought her husband had put into the idea, she kissed his hand again and pressed him further.“Go on…”“Men with different looks, different ages, different… sizes,” he went on.  “All strikingly good looking to a man.  Don’t take my word for it, you can search their profiles and client reviews on the website yourself.”“I see,” she replied.  “Any one among the stable that caught your eye?” she asked teasingly.“Actually, there’s someone who goes by ‘Marc’ that may have potential,” said James.  “Tall, about your age, blond, blue eyes.  Quite handsome, but of course it would be your choice…”“More handsome than you, darling?” said Emily.  “I think not.  Look, I can tell that you’re serious about this and have given it a great deal of thought.  You know I love you deeply, and will love you forever, but this is a bit pf a leap forward for me and I’m going to have to think about it.  Is that okay, sweetie?”“Of course,” answered James, soberly and devoid of even a trace of impatience or disappointment. Kissing her husband on the lips, she lay on her side and spooned her way into the front of her husband’s prone body beneath the sheets; her bum nestled into his warm pelvis.“But if we go through with this, darling,” she said, “it would be easier for me psychologically and emotionally, if the man were your choice.”They closed their eyes and drifted off to a deep, post coital sleep.—The next morning fell on a weekend.  Emily had slept in, and by the time she awoke, James was already out and about.  After fixing herself a large bowl of coffee, dressed only in panties and an off the shoulder top, and with the conversation from the night before still buzzing together with her morning sleepiness, she sat before their laptop in the room they used for an office and set about doing a little virtual exploring.  almanbahis casino With the details her husband had provided, she found the site in question in no time.Her face went a little flush as she scanned the site.  It was all very tasteful and well-produced, just as James had said. Scanning through the profiles of the various male escorts — black, white, Latin — Emily happened upon ‘Marc’.  As advertised, and as her husband had said, the man was tall, quite good looking, though not really her type, and in his mid 30s. She perused his photos (non-nude) and read through his details and client reviews.  It was all as her husband has claimed.  But when she came to information about his ‘vital statistic’, she could feel her pulse quicken.  It read, “9 inches and very thick.”Emily blushed in earnest.  That element of her James’s secret fantasy was a genuine surprise to her.  She had always been more than happy with the size of her husband’s sex.  Not ‘big’, but a very lovely size; one that never failed to touch her in places that gave her immense pleasure.The idea of something bigger, or even much bigger, had certainly never been a fixation of hers, even privately.  Yet, what was this she now felt?  What was this immediate emotional reaction that demanded to be acknowledged?  Excitement?Yes.  It was. Sex with another man, a well-endowed man, while her husband watched. Yes.  In her private thoughts, the idea, if only figuratively rather than literally, excited her.  That said, there remained the very real trepidation of accommodating a large sex organ.  What if it hurt?  What if it didn’t… fit?  She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, then closed the laptop.    —Another week passed, uneventfully and without the matter being discussed further.  James was often busy and not around.  In the evening, they would lay together in a connubial embrace, making love and whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ear.Arriving home after her last day of work before the beginning of their two-week holiday, Emily opened the door of their modernist house of glass and horizontal lines and came upon a large bouquet of her favourite flowers, set atop their large marble table in the foyer.  An embossed envelope lay set against the base of the vase.She smiled as she opened the envelope.  Inside was a note and a hotel pass card.  The logo on the card confirmed that it belonged to a lavish hotel and spa complex a short drive down the coast.  A favourite of hers, it was couples oriented and came with several pools and two private beaches – clothing and clothing-optional options for both – and was pure elegance and hedonism combined into one; a serene and luxurious oasis at which to decompress.  The note read, in James’s handwriting, “Dear Emily, check-in is tomorrow.  I’ll meet you there the day after tomorrow.  Bring yourself.  Bring sexy clothes.  Bring lingerie.  Bring a bikini.  Bring your libido. I love you more than you will ever know.”  Her hand holding the note trembled slightly.  Gently biting her lower lip, she suppressed a smile that was decidedly naughty.—The next morning, she packed her things as per James’s instructions, donning a white blouse and a form-fitting matching red blazer and miniskirt, and made her way along the coastal highway in their Italian sports car.  In just over an hour, she had arrived.On her way to reception, she couldn’t fail but notice a strikingly good looking young black man, dressed in an elegant three-piece suit, sitting in one of the large leather lobby chairs.  He smiled to her as she passed with the doorman in tow.   She was flattered, though he looked very young. Inside their expansive suite, another gorgeous bouquet from James awaited her.  Closing her eyes, she brought the flowers to her nose, admiring their scent.  She then unpacked and enjoyed a long, invigorating shower. Later that afternoon, she slipped into a brief thong bikini, wrapped a mini sarong around her waist, grabbed her beach bag, and headed for the beach to catch a bit of the remaining sun.Emily lay down her towel and cast her gaze across the expanse of the private white sand beach.  There a were a number of other couples, but it was not overly crowded.  Suddenly she heard someone say hello from behind.  Turning, she came face to face with the same young black man she had passed earlier in the lobby.  He was indeed young, though even better looking up close, with kind eyes and a gorgeous smile.  She smiled back and said hello.

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