Playing with Fire - Part 2

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"When was the last time you fucked your wife in this bed, cuck?" Emily asks as she runs her fingers over the comforter.

"Two weeks ago," you answer. "She had a date, but he canceled. She was so turned on from the way I'd gone down on her before her date that she let me fuck her."

Emily smiles at the pictures on your wife’s dresser and asks, "You eat her pussy before she goes on her dates?"

"Sometimes," you reply. "She doesn't always let me, but I love doing it when she has the time or she's in the mood."

Emily opens the closet, turns on the light, and steps inside, disappearing from your view. "Your wife has good taste, cuck," she says. "Come here." You approach the closet and look inside to see Emily looking through your wife's lingerie. She pulls out a red lace bodysuit and holds it up against her body. "Does she ever wear something like this for you, cuck?"

"On special occasions," you answer. "She actually wore that bodysuit on my birthday last year."

"Aww, isn't that sweet," Emily replies as she sets the bodysuit down. "And what about for her dates, cuck? Does she wear lingerie for them? Did she dress up in something sexy for the man with the big cock that's going to drill her tight, married pussy tonight?"

"Yes, she did," you say. "She wore a beautiful, delicate lace bra and panty set. Simple, but really sexy."

Emily approaches and reaches up to run her fingers down your bare chest. They stop just above your pubic hair, but only for a few seconds as she smiles and takes your stiff cock in her hand. She strokes you slowly, but it feels so good. "Would you like to see my panties, cuck?"

"Yes, please," you say.

"Then get on your knees," she instructs.

You fall to your knees in the closet and look up at the beautiful brunette with the nose piercing. She smiles and then reaches down to slowly lift her pleated skirt, revealing a pair of pink lace panties. They're semi-sheer and you can see a tuft of pubic hair and just a hint of her pussy lips through them. You're tempted to reach up and try and pull them down, but you resist.

"What do you think, cuck? Do you like my panties? Do they make my pussy look good?" she asks.

"Yes," you say. "They're gorgeous, Emily. They make your pussy look perfect."

"Take my heels off, cuck," she instructs.

You drop a little lower and carefully help Emily out of her high heels. Her feet feel soft and warm and her toenails are painted a shade of pink that almost perfectly matches her panties.

You sit back on your knees and Emily steps closer and slides one of her feet between your legs. Her toes tease your balls for a few moments before she lifts her foot and runs it along the base of your stiff little cock.

"You're so hard, cuck," she says softly. "Are you excited?"

"Yes," you answer.

"Because you've invited another woman into your bedroom?" she asks. "Because you have no idea what I intend on doing now that I'm in your bedroom? Because you can't wait to find out what I want to do with you?"

"Yes, all of that," you reply.

Emily rubs her toes over the head of your cock and then lifts her foot to your mouth. She grabs hold of one the closet shelves to maintain her balance and says, "Lick your precum off my toes, cuck."

You lean forward and take her big toe in your mouth. You lick and suck until it's clean of your precum. You clean the rest of her toes, too, just for good measure. When you're done, Emily lifts her foot a little higher, presses it against your forehead, and pushes as she says, "On your back."

You move to your back and look up at the beautiful girl as she straddles your body and slowly walks forward until you're staring straight up her panties. She looks down at you, smiles, and then reaches back to unzip her skirt. It falls down her legs and lands on your face before she steps out of it and gently moves it aside.

Emily slowly squats over your face until her panty-clad pussy is so close to your mouth that you can feel the warmth emanating from that irresistible place between her legs.

"Would you like to eat my pussy, cuck?" she asks.

"Yes," you answer. You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't. And yet, your brain refuses to be reasonable. You're so caught up in the moment that you're not even remotely thinking straight. You just want more of what she's already given you.

Emily drops her knees on either side of your head. Her pussy is a little closer now and you can't help yourself. You lift your head from the ground and you press your lips against her panties. You extend your tongue and lick the lace for just a moment before Emily grabs a handful of your hair and pushes your head into the ground.

"What a naughty cuck," she says. "You shouldn't be so selfish. You shouldn't try and take what I haven't decided to give you yet."

"I'm sorry," you reply.

Emily smiles and slides back until she's sitting across your chest. She maintains her grip on your hair and leans forward until her face is above yours. "Open your mouth," she demands. You do so and you watch as Emily gathers her spit. It appears at her lips and slowly works its way out of her mouth. It makes its way to your mouth and Emily offers a bright smile, as if she enjoys nothing more than spitting in your mouth. Her fingers quickly follow her spit and she shoves them deep onto your tongue, triggering your gag reflex. You try to roll your head away but she has such a tight grip on your hair that you can't do it. She grinds her pussy into your chest, seemingly finding pleasure in the friction, and perhaps in the way she's using you like something of a toy for her pleasure.

She pulls her fingers from your mouth and says, "That was fun, wasn't it cuck?"

You nod, though it wasn't particularly fun for you.

Emily then grabs a second handful of your hair and slides her hips forwards until her panty-clad pussy is resting over your mouth. "Kiss it," she says.

You kiss her panties over and over. A delicate, feminine smell emanates from them and you can feel some of the wetness of her pussy as it's clearly soaked through the lace.

"Lick me," she says. "Lick my pussy."

You lick her through the panties as she maintains her vice-like grip on your hair. You try and find her clit and when she moans you're fairly certain you've located it. You want her to pull aside her panties and let you taste her pussy. You want to immerse your tongue in her juices. You want to lick and suck on her clit.

Emily doesn't grant you that pleasure, though. Instead, she releases her tight grip on your hair and stands up. "Get up, cuck," she says. You stand and turn to watch as Emily crawls into the bed you share with your wife. "Which side does your wife sleep on, cuck?"

You point to the right side of the bed and Emily smiles and crawls that way. She rolls onto her back, spreads her legs, and slips a hand into her panties as you stand in the closet and watch her masturbate.

"Does your wife ever fuck another man in your bed, cuck? Does she ever invite one of her dates back here so he can pound her tight, married cunt in the bed she shares with her small-dicked cuck husband?" she asks.

"Sometimes," you answer. "But only if she trusts him. So it doesn't happen all that often."

"And when she does that, cuck, are you allowed to watch? Does your wife give you the privilege of being on your knees in your bedroom while another man is between her legs?" Emily asks.

"No," you answer.

"Aww, poor cuck," she replies. She moans and runs a hand under her sweater. She closes her eyes, arches her back, and her fingers move even faster in her panties. "Does that disappoint you? Would you get off on watching another man fuck your wife while you pull on that pathetic excuse for a cock you have between your legs?"

"Yes," you answer. You've always wanted to watch. You've asked your wife about it, but she's always refused. She doesn't like the idea. She says she'd feel self-conscious. She says she worries that her date would feel self-conscious too.

"Suck on my toes, cuck," Emily demands.

You rush towards the foot of the bed, drop to your knees, and take her toes in your mouth. You watch Emily masturbate and play with her tits under her sweater. You moan with her toes in your mouth and she moans as her fingers move rapidly in her panties. It seems that she's well on her way to an orgasm, and as much as you'd like your tongue to be the one that provides her with that pleasure, you're okay with watching.

"Crawl between my legs, cuck," Emily says.

You feel giddy as you crawl into the bed and settle between her legs. Emily smiles down at you, pulls her hand from her panties and carefully pulls them aside, exposing her pink, exceedingly wet pussy. Your mouth hangs open at the beautiful sight of it and Emily takes the opportunity to slip her fingers onto your tongue. You suck them clean, tasting her pussy in the process.

"Do I taste good, cuck?" she asks.

You nod as she continues to pump your mouth with her fingers.

"Have you ever begged your wife for the pleasure of eating her pussy after she's been with another man, cuck?" Emily asks.

You shake your head.

"You should, cuck," Emily says. "She might give you what you want. She might let you get on your knees and taste her stretched out, slick cunt. She might let you put your tongue where another man's cock was tonight. She might let you experience what she tastes like after someone else has made her cum, after a bigger, better cock filled her tight hole and left her stretched and satisfied. Isn't that what you want, cuck? Don't you want to taste your wife's cunt after a better man has pounded her?"

"Yes," you say as Emily pulls her fingers from your mouth. "I'm desperate for that. I really am."

"Then you shouldn't be afraid to ask for what you want, cuck," she says. "You should have a little courage. You should let your wife know what you desire. I know you're not much of a man, but you could try acting like one and tell her that it's something you need. Tell her that you need to taste her pussy, that you need to put your tongue inside her. Don't tell her that you're a pathetic fucking cuck and that it turns you on when you think about licking her cunt after a nice big cock has stretched it out, though I think we both know that's true, isn't it? You're a pathetic, small-dicked cuck, aren't you?"

You nod as Emily's fingers return to her pussy. You watch as she manages to slide them between her labia and deep into her pink flesh while working her clit at the same time.

"Say it," she demands.

All you want is to eat her pussy, but that's not your choice, so instead you do as Emily desires. "I'm a pathetic, small-dicked cuck," you say as your cock throbs. It feels like you're harder than you've ever been. It feels like just a few strokes would make you cum.

"Say that you can't fuck your wife worth a damn," Emily says. "Tell me that your little dick couldn't satisfy your wife if your life depended on it."

You watch as she pulls her panties back over her pussy. Her fingers disappear inside them once more and she continues masturbating. You see her juices soaking through the pink lace. "I can't fuck my wife worth a damn," you say. "My little dick couldn't satisfy her if my life depended on it."

Emily cums. She cums loudly. She arches her back and the movement of her fingers slows in her panties. She fills your bedroom with the sounds of pleasure and you watch and listen from an achingly close perspective. Your cock is hard and your body is teeming with lust, but you keep your hands away from your cock.

"Well, that was fun," Emily says as she sits up. "Did you enjoy yourself, cuck?"

"I did," you admit.

"Will you get my skirt and heels from the closet?" she asks.

You dutifully retrieve her skirt and high heels from the closet and Emily gets out of the bed and dresses. She then lowers her panties and hands them to you. "Keep these," she says. "They're wet with my juices. You can do whatever you like with them."

You know you shouldn't take them, but you reach out and do so anyway. You can't help yourself.

Emily departs the bedroom and you follow. She stops at the front door and then turns and gives you a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek. "I had fun tonight. I'm going to give you my number. The next time your wife goes on a date, I want you to text me so I can come over and we can play again."

"Okay," you say. You retrieve your phone from your pants - which are lying in a heap by the door - and Emily gives you her number.

"And I want you to tell your wife what you need, cuck," she says. You moan as she takes your cock in her hand and once again strokes you slowly. "I want you to tell her that you're desperate to taste her pussy after someone else has fucked her. I want you to beg for it. I want you to get on your knees and beg for the chance to taste her freshly-fucked, stretched out pussy. Will you do that for me, cuck?"

"Yes," you say.

"Good," she says. "When you do it, text me and tell me how she responded."

"Okay," you reply. "I will."

Emily gives you another kiss on the cheek, releases your cock, and walks out of your house. You look down at her panties, stare for a second, and then lift them to your nose and inhale deeply. Her scent is exquisite and you're tempted to masturbate, but you know you can't. You know you need to wait until your wife gets home.

For now, you're going to find a safe hiding spot for the panties - you can't have your wife finding them - and then you're going to get dressed and check the bedroom to make sure there's no sign that another woman was there. Then you'll wait for your wife to come home and maybe, if you can find the courage, you'll do as Emily wants you to do and you'll ask for the pleasure of eating your wife's pussy after she's been with another man.