Any Chance We Could Ch. 29

"Jesus, Veronica, enough before I cum right now," panted Emerson.

"Fun, wasn't it. Would you like to make it happen?"

"Oh, yes, yes I would," he lustfully replied as he nodded his head.

"You obviously have a voyeur fetish. Hose and heels too?" cooed Veronica.

"All three, all three," smiled Emerson.

After kissing Katrina Mary Claire stood and walked over to Emerson, brushing her skirt down and from under her eyebrows looked at him and asked, "Ready to eat, dinner that is, soon?"

"Uhh, sure" he replied.

Mary Claire took Emerson's hand and drew it under her skirt. As she placed it against her pussy she smiled, "Something to dream about tonight." Emerson groaned. Mary Claire in a teasing voice added as she drew his hand back out, "If your wife ever allows you to play, I'm yours." With that she turned and left while Emerson's eyes fixed on her swinging hips.

Veronica leaned a bit closer, kissed him on the corner of his mouth and asked "Something to drink?"

"I would love her, yes." Then catching that she was talking about something else replied, "Sure, whatever Scott's having."

"Ashley will you get your Dad and Emerson a beer and take it out to the deck. It's such a beautiful evening I'm sure they'd enjoy sitting outside while we fix dinner. Ask Scott about Mary Claire, he's had her."

Ashley and Katrina who had watched Mary Claire' tease with interest, stood and straightened their skirts. Katrina gave me a brief kiss and they both gave Emerson warm smiles as they left the den. I got dressed and walked over to Emerson and said, "Now do you have any idea why I want to retire?"

"God, yes. But you better have plenty of insurance 'cause you're going to get fucked to death by those hot girls. I only wish I could say the same." He replied.

"Why, you and Hazel seem to have jump-started your love life, is it not going well?" I asked.

"Well enough I guess, but...."

I wish he had continued for the camera but he didn't.Scott thought.

"Let's go get those beers," he said walking toward the kitchen and the pool deck. Since he seemed to want to drop the subject I did too. Once seated on the deck I went over the remodeling plans. He was very interested and asked a lot of questions and offered some nice suggestions particularly a wine cellar in the basement. I noticed at one point when I went into the kitchen to get refills that my entire harem was missing. Shortly after we'd returned to the deck, Mary Claire stuck her head out the door and said dinner would be in fifteen minutes. She was wearing hose and heels, a just above the knee skirt and a knit top that was quite flattering but not revealing.

As we went in for dinner I saw that all my women were similarly dressed and Veronica's skirt was a bit shorter than either of my daughters'. Emerson sat on my left with Ashley next to him, Veronica and I at either end and Katrina and Mary Claire across from him and Ashley. The dinner was excellent and everyone complimented Mary Claire. The conversation was lively and wide-ranging. As we finished and the girls cleared the table, Veronica made coffee and the girls left to go to a movie after cleaning up the kitchen. All three of them warmly kissed us goodbye and thanked Emerson for joining us for dinner.

The three of us adjourned to the den. Veronica and I sat on the couch while Emerson sat in a wing-back chair across from us with our cups and a carafe of coffee on the coffee table between us.

Veronica folded her legs beneath her and leaned against me. I noticed that her skirt rode up a bit and a bit of her stocking welt was visible. While Emerson and I were talking about the Citi negotiations I noticed Emerson's eyes were constantly drawn back to Veronica's legs. She noticed it as well and shifted a bit to reveal more stocking covered leg. After twenty minutes or so, just as I turned the subject to Hazel the garter clasp on her left leg was visible and Emerson seemed to have a bit of trouble avoiding staring. Veronica then unfolded one leg, and as she put that foot on the floor her legs were spread apart. I saw Emerson visibly gulp, especially because Veronica didn't bring them back together.

"I like you looking at me, Emerson. Does Hazel tease you like this?" Veronica asked.

"Occasionally, probably wouldn't do it in front of someone else though. Don't you mind Scott?" he asked.

"Emerson, you're my oldest and best friend. If Veronica wants to share some of her incredible beauty with you, no, I don't mind. Does she have panties on? She went shoe shopping today and I'd be surprised if she did," I said

"Uhh, I think so," he said leaning forward a looking a bit more closely. "Yes, unless she's not a real blonde, which she is."

After an hour and a half of conversation and teasing by which time it was obvious that she was wearing grey panties, Emerson said he needed to get going. As we stood and made our goodbyes, Veronica moved into Emerson, kissed him deeply and dropped her hand to his substantial erection and with her hand wrapped around it said, "It was a lovely and enjoyable evening Emerson. Go home and stick this cock of yours in your wife and while you're fucking her think about fucking Mary Claire or maybe me."

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Emerson arrived home shortly after Hazel who was standing in their kitchen drinking a glass of Chardonnay. He was still very aroused and desiring satisfaction. Seeing his wife sipping her wine he swiftly approached her. With lust mixed in with a deep love he hugged and kissed her from the depth of his soul.

"What brought that on," she giggled.

"You did my love. Looking at my beautiful sexy wife and the love of my life excites me," he grinned.

As he took her glass and set it on the counter Hazel beamed, "Oh, she does? Well then big boy, follow me upstairs." With that she walked off with her hips swaying with her husband four steps behind.

When they arrived in their bedroom, not a light is turned on for their purposes enough soft moonlight adequately flooded through the open window. Emerson paused as Hazel turned with the moonbeams illuminating her from behind.She is so angelic lookingEmerson thought as he approached her.

As they kissed his hands slowly caressed her body, roaming her back and then moving to squeeze her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss and embrace. Emerson slowly started to unbutton her yellow flowered blouse and black skirt. After unsnapping her bra he knelt and slowly drew her panties down her legs as his eyes focused on her womanhood.

Hazel looked down at him as she kicked her panties across the room. He remained there before her for several seconds his eyes filled with desire and love.It's almost as if he was worshipping me. I have no doubt that he loves me more than ever,she thought.

Filled with love her head compelled her to pull him up before he stood on his own. She needed to kiss him and to have him now. As they kissed her hands quickly undid his dress shirt, pulled it from his torso, flung it wildly and then attacked his belt and dress pants.

When his pants and boxers stopped at his knees she broke their heated kiss and dropped to her knees. She removed them as his raging hardness waved before her eyes. In the past she would have called what was before her eyes a penis or possibly a dick, but Veronica had helped her to feel comfortable calling it a cock.And what a magnificent cock it is,she privately mused.

As her hand held his manhood, part of her wanted to take it into her mouth. Yet the often heard words of her mother, aunt and minister's wife powerfully echoed in her mind and defeated that desire. "Good loving wives do not do oral sex. Only whores and godless sluts do that despicable satanic act. Any woman who does that is worshipping the man and Satan, not God."

To resist the temptation she quickly stood and kissed her husband. With no additional foreplay Emerson pushed her back upon the bed, moved between her spread legs, looked her in the eyes as he moved his hips to align his cock to enter her, and once lined up he thrust down into her.

She groaned her acceptance. Her groaning grew increasingly quicker and more breathy as his pace increased. He was fucking her harder and more urgently than normal. She wasn't offended by his animalistic wildness even though she had yet to admit this to anyone but herself, she had found enjoyment is being wildly taken like this. She still loved their normal slow love making, but the more excited Emerson of late had unearthed a deep desire within her to be madly and thoroughly screwed until she cried out that she could take no more. The rough pounding of his flesh into her depths and his rigid shaft rapidly moving across her vaginal lips and vagina was sending pleasure signals throughout her body.

For his part Emerson's vigorous fucking of his wife was driven by a series of mingling vivid and arousing images that washed rapidly back and forth. His mind replayed Katrina sucking her father and he imagined Kim doing him. He looked down into his wife's face, much of the time he saw her face, but at other moments he saw Mary Claire or Veronica under him. Several of his moans were triggered by thinking that his cock was enjoying being in their pussies. But the scene that took form and then held dominance in his mind was the one painted by Veronica.

He looked into his wife's pleasure and lust filled face. He imagined that he was seeing that intense look and then some as she responded to Scott thrusting into her and filling her with his semen. As his wife quaked through her orgasm he kept driving her on to another and picturing watching his long-time friend take his wife. She was a virgin when they married and he was certain that only she had experienced no other man, but the thought of Scott being her second man, and a regular lover was one of his ultimate and until unearthed by Veronica earlier that night, a deeply held one. His wife started to cry out that she was cumming. He was just picturing Scott cumming with Hazel when he felt the build-up to his own release. As his wife bucked, shock and panted heatedly beneath him the last image that filled his imagination was Scott's semen leaking from Hazel as yet another man was preparing to enter and fuck Hazel.

When they both came together, sweat covered their faces, chest and backs. They were both gasping for air and their hearts were thumping rapidly within their breasts. As he collapsed beside his wife, Emerson's legs felt like rubber. Laying upon her back with her breasts moving up and down with her deep breathing Hazel gazed at the ceiling basking in what she had just experienced with her husband.

When her breathing calmed, an exhausted yet well-sated Hazel turned on her side, gave her husband a short yet loving kiss before saying in a whisper that was filled with fatigue, "I love you very much my love." With that she nestled her body against his and placed her head upon his chest. With his arm cuddling her shoulder and head she was asleep in a matter of seconds.

Though exhausted and well satisfied sexually, Emerson couldn't find sleep. Yes, he'd enjoyed making love to his wife, but what happened earlier and the images he experienced disturbed him enough to keep sleep at bay. He was trying to reconcile his feelings and the temptation. Though he mentioned to Veronica that he might take Ashley up on the next offer, he knew in his heart that he would never do so. He would never cheat on Hazel, and in his mind a blow job was cheating. Hell, he was wondering if by touching Mary Claire's pussy he'd already cheated on his wife.

He felt guilty, guilty for touching Mary Claire, guilty for being tempted to accept Ashley's offer, guilty for fucking his wife while thinking of other women. He felt guilty for thinking about other men as well as Scott fucking Hazel. Yet he couldn't stop the images from earlier that night from filling his mind as he gazed up at the empty ceiling. He couldn't help picturing faceless men pleasuring his wife. What disturbed him greatly was that he couldn't stop thinking about Scott fucking as well as making love to his wife.

Emerson looked at the clock. It was 1:12. They had finished around 11:20. He quietly groaned and carefully extracted himself from the bed. He put on his robe and walked into kitchen. Noticing the unfinished bottle of Chardonnay, took a glass that hung under the cabinet and walked into the den as he poured himself a glass. He sat on the couch sipping the wine looking at a large photo portrait of his wife he had taken two years ago. He'd only been there a few minutes when unknown to him Hazel stood in quietly in the entry way and heard him sigh deeply and mumble something she couldn't make out.

She walked over to him and quietly she snuggled against her husband, took the glass from his hands and took two sips before handing it back to him. "What's wrong?" she asked.

When he said nothing was wrong and that he was just not sleepy, she turned her face and in a gentle yet firm voice said, "Honey, don't you think that after all these years that I don't know when there's something bothering you?"

Emerson nodded, and as they cuddled against one another he proceeded to tell her everything from the moment he and Scott walked into the foyer and how it turned him on. He explained how Ashley wanted to give him a blow job but her turned her down but stood there watching Katrina give a blow job to her Dad. He went on to tell told her about Mary Claire putting his hand against her pussy and what she said. He told her the whole scenario that Veronica laid out for him while Scott was being pleasured by his daughter. He repeated what Scott had told him about fucking Mary Claire, and what a wonderful sexy woman she was.

Hazel listened without comment to everything he said. She knew the Appleton home was a highly sexually charged environment so she wasn't shocked by what she heard. Quietly she was happy that he turned down Ashley's offer, and offer that she suspected was very tempting given that he'd often wanted her to orally pleasure him and he her.

After a sip of wine and a deep breath he went on to tell his wife about Veronica's comments about him watching Hazel getting fucked by Scott. When she didn't react negatively he added that Veronica encouraged him to imagine him fucking Mary Claire or herself.

He went on to explain that after dinner and after the girls left for a movie he, Veronica and Scott sat in the den and talked. "Veronica was wearing garter stockings and she was, I'm sure purposely, letting her skirt ride up. Finally she uncrossed her legs put one foot on the floor with her knees apart and stayed that way for awhile. "Hazel she was showing me her panty covered crotch and I couldn't help but look again and again." As he took another sip of wine he was surprised that Hazel remained silent and had not chastized at him.

After handing her the glass to finish off Emerson continued, "I tried not to, but I couldn't help but look. Veronica told me she liked me looking and asked if you teased me like that. I told her you did every so often but never with anyone else around. While we were making love I kept having images float across my brain that it was Mary Claire, or Veronica, or God forbid, Kim under me."

When he finished talking, Hazel reached across him and put the glass on the table. She turned her head, looked into his face and smiled. She twisted around and straddled his legs. She hugged him with her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I'm not angry or even a little upset," she lovingly said before kissing him again. He had mentioned how guilty he'd felt but she burst the guilt balloon when she smiled, "there's no reason to feel guilty. You've done nothing for which you need to feel guilty. Imagination and fantasy are different than doing. Besides if all that was what resulted in that fantastic fucking you gave me, then I hope you'll be a voyeur more often and let your imagination run wild."

Seeing the puzzled look on his face Hazel noted and quietly said, "Yes, I mean that." She stood and took his hand, "Come, make love to your wife." With that Hazel then led him back upstairs to bed where they made slow, gentle, sweet love and the images didn't return. Afterwards Hazel and Emerson fell asleep with smiles across their faces.