Good Girl To Bad Girl And Back

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Emma Wilde always appreciated her husband, Ray’s, gentle caring attitude towards her. He was always considerate when they had what had become their standard Saturday night union. Always pleasant enough for her, as it usually was, but, for some time, she had been left with a strange sense of dissatisfaction. Sure, she felt good, Ray was so loving. But lately, she would lie awake worrying why she was stuck with this unfamiliar feeling of discontent.At such times, it was as though a hungry serpent squirmed deep down inside her, craving a completion that she was unable to provide. Beside her, Ray’s darkly handsome profile, made her feel so disloyal after his gentle respect for her body. Always, Ray had exhibited that concern for her feelingsMarried for four years, Emma hoped she had always been the good wife. Ray often praised her cooking, the way she kept the house bright, while maintaining her secretarial work, where again her warm friendliness was appreciated.Emma’s mother had impressed upon her, through her teen and college years, that keeping herself intact until marriage was the only route to happiness. Hence her three-year celibate courtship with Ray, which Emma had insisted on before their marriage.For Emma and Ray, every Sunday morning was the same. Downstairs, a smiling Ray would mouth his standard Sunday morning words, as he indicated the set table, “For your services last night, Madam.”Every weekend, Emma baked a walnut cake and scones, Ray might do some gardening, before going on the computer to place his usual weekly bet on the horses. Emma had some misgivings, but his gambling had never become addictive. Evenings were television time, and sometimes, when Emma expressed her disgust at some explicit scene, Ray would just nod and laugh.Emma freely admitted that she was easily disgusted. Once Ray mentioned her ‘vagina’, and she had told him, without rancour. “An awful word, sounds more like an engine part.” Hearing what she considered the obscene vocabulary for it, she sweetened it up by having herself a ‘cunny’. Ray liked that, and thought it suited her.Their week would float by, on the tide of the habitual, so secure, so loving. But on Saturday evenings, that serpent would writhe in her lower belly, after their standard session. Yet she was reluctant to tell Ray about it for fear of hurting his feelings.Emma knew that her best friend, Lorna, had unintentionally influenced her uncertain emotions. So different on matters carnal, it was unbelievable that they became close friends, Emma the virginal, and Lorna the self-confessed wanton. Opposites attract? Oh, most certainly.For three college years, she had avoided the student that the boys called “Lusty Lorna”. But one day, in her final year, Emma, with her kindly nature, was defenceless when blonde, mouthy Janet Fagin, backed by three other girls, surrounded her, chanting, “Emma’s a virgin, who’s ready for mergin’ with cocks like thin cocktail sticks.” The others had howled with laughter. Emma had become tearful.Quite unexpectedly, Lorna had stepped in, slapped Janet Fagin, and ranted, “Why can’t a young woman be herself, without a bunch of weirdos like you making her life hell?”The group sidled away, Emma mumbled her thanks, yet surprised that Lorna could be so protective, especially when she said, “Don’t get upset at those bitches. Getting good grades, aren’t you?”Emma nodded uncertainly, and Lorna said, “That’s why their knickers are in a twist. Jealous as hell. Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee.”That was the start for them. After college, they stayed in touch by phone, and met in a local alehouse fortnightly, where Lorna gave an obviously toned-down report of sexual exploits.From gratitude, Emma, being Emma, moved to affection for her lively friend. She accepted Lorna’s lifestyle, mainly because Lorna made no secret of it, always adding, “Not your kind of thing.”Learning that Lorna had acquired a permanent man in her life, delighted Emma. His name was Lance. “Lance by name, Lance by nature,” heralded another guarded account of how well they fit together.Then one Thursday, Emma was surprised to get a phone call from Lorna, uncharacteristically tearful. Lance had left her, and as Emma, voiced her concern, she had to ask, “Is it someone else?”“I’m not sure. Says he didn’t like the rose tattoo I had done last Tuesday.”Emma shook her head, “A rose tattoo? Where?”“On my mound,” Lorna said unhappily.Emma might have laughed but expressed her regrets. Then Lorna asked if she could visit them Sunday, saying she had a favour to ask and Ray needed to be there.Sunday, and they sat around the kitchen table. Lorna told them, “Lance left, not bothering with anything, including the booking we had made for a week in St. Martin.”“Caribbean?” Emma asked.Lorna nodded, “I’ve heard it is beautiful, and I’ll need your company, Emma to kill all memory of Lance. And you, Ray, we need your blessing. I’ll take care of her. Promise.”Emma had worries about Ray’s response, but, surprisingly, Ray was quick to tell her, “I believe it will do you the world of good. I’ll miss you, but if you send me pics on your phone, I’ll feel like I’m there.”During the weeks up to leaving, Emma listened to Lorna’s advice on what to pack, “I’m only taking what strips off easiest.” Emma guessed she wasn’t referring to hot weather.Surprisingly, the lengthy time on the plane was easily filled by watching two films, sleeping, reading, and chat. During one of the chats, Lorna admitted “Emma, I know I’ve promised Ray I’d take care of you, but I intend to rid my body of Lance. Okay?”Emma was unsure what that meant, but she wasn’t at all surprised by Lorna’s next statement. “You, Emma, should widen your experience. A private hotel beach bahis şirketleri with topless allowed, and most beaches are tolerant.”“Expose my breasts?” Emma was horrified at the prospect.“You’ve got superb tits. Mine are one size too big.” She laughed out loud, “Some you’ll see are so grotesque, mine will look like Miss World’s.”Emma laughed with her friend yet remained uneasy.Reaching the hotel, late and in the dark, Emma, could only dimly appreciate the lavish reception area, but their second-floor room, was impressive, with luxurious sleeping area and en-suite facilities.“I wouldn’t mind a shower,” Lorna commented, “but it would wake me up.”From a wide balcony, Emma looked out at the lights marking the curve of Simpson Bay. Lorna had started undressing, so Emma followed suit.Shedding her panties, Lorna turned to Emma, “You haven’t seen my rose tattoo, have you?”In fact, Emma hadn’t seen Lorna naked since they took showers at college. A very different prospect now. Rather than admire the tattoo, Emma was shocked to see that Lorna had a totally shaven pubic area.Red petals looked to be supported by a thin green stalk which, by some subtly artistic hand, appeared to sprout from the start of her slit. “Looks very cute,” Emma commented, pleased that, given Lorna’s openness, she could stand naked herself, as she asked, “Did you shave just to…?”“God, no, I’ve shaved down there for years. My bush was like a jungle, not nice and neat like yours.” She burst out laughing. “Three guys got lost in it, searching for their target.”“You have to shave often?”Lorna laughed again, climbing, naked, into her bed, “Ever seen a rose with stubble?”Emma, following Lorna’s example, climbed into bed, naked. That was another new experience, she thought. And all conversation ended there.That first full day was a real mix for Emma. Restful, yes. Warm, very. Worrying, yes, when she refused to copy Lorna and remove her top. She just could not do it, despite, many bare breasts around them. But she had a photo taken with topless Lorna.Another unexpected photo was taken that evening, when Lorna caught her coming naked from the shower. Upset at first, Emma agreed to send it to Ray with the other shotsDiscomfort came later that evening when, in a low-quality club, where she drank only white wine with loads of lemonade, they watched an erotic stripping performance by a dark-skinned lady, whose nakedness made Emma both heated and uncomfortable, but turned Lorna on. She insisted Emma dance with her.They hadn’t danced long when Lorna disappeared from the dance floor. Emma became nervously aware of a tall, slender dark-skinned man dancing around her, a lustful grin on his face. Closer and closer, he danced pressing something hard against her buttocks. When, horrified, she discovered what that hardness was. Emma fled back to the hotel.From the balcony, Emma, still trembling, took in the lights reflected across the water. The sparkle matched the mixed emotions in her head. Never had she encountered anything, like the events of the past hour. Had she been in control when that dark man’s hardness had explored her crack? Not reallyThat sexy stripper’s movements had made Emma worry that she was moistening. It was the rhythm of the drums, wasn’t it? Or just being relaxed? Which she wasn’t.Standing under the warm shower, she worried over what if she hadn’t left the floor? Would that lusty dark man have tried something out there? Almost without thinking her fingers were trailing to part her labia. God, so damp, so ready. How long since she had touched herself like this? Guilt had her thinking of Ray.Ray! Had he responded to her pictures? How annoyed would he be?Emma quickly dried and grabbed her phone from her bag. Glancing at it, she saw that Ray had responded. Almost afraid to see what he’d said, she opened it.Wow! A couple of smart birds. Tell Lorna her melons look ripe! lol.I was wondering where yours were—but then—wow again, fresh from the shower. Your nakedness made me hard. More. More. More.I love you – every inch of you! Ray. XRelieved, and overjoyed at his response, Emma switched to camera, and holding it high and at an angle, she tried to catch the nude selfie that might give Ray the ‘more’ he wanted. Maybe he sensed her opening out. Tomorrow she would do just that. Straight to bed, she fell asleep.When she woke it was to find that Lorna was tucked up in her own bed.Emma showered and upon her return, found Lorna sitting up looking rather untidy. Emma read her wicked smile, “What a night! If the rest of our time is like that. Oh, yes.”Emma handed Lorna the phone with Ray’s response. Lorna read it and laughed. “You see, you make Ray hard from distance, and he wants more.”Emma went to the beach alone, and Lorna stayed in bed. The hotel beach was busy, but Emma found two loungers with parasols. Sitting, Emma removed her shorts and halter, and the next inevitable step was to unhook her black bikini bra.So, she did it, and threw it, almost triumphantly, over the back of the lounger. Nothing happened. Nobody screamed, “Wow, look at her!” Confidence, she was telling herself, that’s what’s needed.Lorna arrived, and clapped her hands, “Great,” she cried, “showing those tits to the world is a first step to relaxing.” She clicked her fingers, “Camera.”Smiling, Emma handed it over, and with a hand on hip, adopted a provocative pose as Lorna snapped her, before looking at the result. “Ray will like seeing the best tits on the beach.” Lorna paused, “Apart from mine.”That evening, they prepared to dress for a night club that Lorna had heard about, “Higher class place. Further out. We’ll need a taxi.” But while they were both still naked, Lorna picked up Emma’s phone, and said, bahis firmaları “Right, while you’re like that, lie back on the bed.”Emma looked uncertain, but Lorna gave her a little nudge, “Go on, flat on your back, part your thighs. That’s it, so he can see your stairway to heaven. Now make a come-on gesture. Great.”Picture taken, Emma had a look. Shocked, she hadn’t realised she had parted her legs that much. Did she dare send that to Ray?“He asked for more, didn’t he?” Lorna asked, as she slid into a clinging pink silk dress.Arriving at the club they were struck by the gaudy, coloured lights on the outside matched by the elegant décor inside. Finding a table, Lorna asked what Emma would drink, and her eyes widened when Emma replied, “Whatever you’re having.”“Good for you, girl.”Lorna hurried away, looking delighted, and returned with two tumblers, setting one in front of Emma. Tentatively, Emma sipped at the grey liquid. It was surprisingly sweet. “Ooh,” she said to Lorna, “it’s nice. Taste of orange and something else.”Lorna laughed, “Quite a few something else’s. It’s called a Zombie. Drink it slowly.”Emma was very relaxed, and it was good sitting to watch what was going on. Waiter service, if required, music from a six-piece band, more muted than last evening, not many dancers. When the music became more upbeat, Lorna said, “Fancy a little jive?”Taking a quick drink, Emma nodded and followed her friend. Heated charges trickled down into her lower belly. Lorna laughed as they moved to the steady beat.Lorna placed her hands on Emma’s boobs and jiggled with them. “Now make them bounce.” Emma knew she had no chance of bouncing like Lorna’s, but her mood was so carefree, she did try.Returning, laughing, to their table, they sipped at their drinks, when a loudspeaker announced, “For those of you in a more smoochy mood there are low lights, moonlight and sensuous music out on the patio.”Lorna and Emma both nodded their decision, and through a side door, they found themselves on an open, tree-lined area, with a circular wooden centre floor. High coloured lights, did not diminish the cosiness of the situation. A three-piece band played a steady sultry rhythm.Emma noticed the intimacy of the couples dancing. Bodies clung together, hands pulled at eager buttocks, ensuring tight connections.“I think we’ve hit the right place,” Lorna said, rubbing her hands together.Her enthusiasm was rewarded very quickly, when a tall fair-haired man, dressed in a red patterned shirt and white pants appeared in front of them. With a smile designed to melt a girl’s heart, he held out a hand to Lorna.Lorna was immediately on her feet, “I’ll test the floor for you, Emma.”A waiter arrived, and because Lorna’s glass was empty, and her own surprisingly low, she ordered two more Zombies. She found the waiter’s glance down the front of her blouse, rather pleasant. Oh, she was feeling so light-headed. The teasing of the Zombie tease drink? Not at all Emma-like, was it?“You look lonely, sitting there.”The deep tones made her look up to the tanned face of the man, who was smiling down at her. “A looker like you should be dancing.”God, he was handsome, with his warm-looking mouth and deep brown eyes. He looked so sexy. She was on her feet almost immediately. Why should Lorna have all the fun? Different thinking from the previous day.At first, he took her almost formally in his arms, and they exchanged names. He was Alex. “You look amazing!” he told her, his compliment such a turn-on.“It’s comfortable,” she told him.“Lady, whatever you wore would be enhanced by your looks.”Oh, God, a sweet talker, and she tensed as his hands moved gently over her buttocks. He shouldn’t, should he? She should stop him, shouldn’t she? Tell him you’re a married woman, Emma. Fingers probed along her crack—deep.Their heads were close together as his lips nuzzled at her ear, “You have a wonderful body,” he murmured. That was the moment that she realised, in her almost dazed state of uncertainty, that one of his hands had slipped under her blouse to stray gentle over her bare breast, just one finger lingering on her nipple.“No, I have to sit down,” And all adrift of sensibility she pulled away, very aware of the sudden emptiness inside her. Wanting, yet dreading, such a weird sensation. It was wrong, she had to tell herself, seeing the surprise and disappointment on Alex’ s face.Breathing deeply, she sat down. Her moistness was noticeable, her heart was pounding. But she wasn’t that kind of girl -was she? Was she? She drained the remains of her first drink, noting that the waiter had left replacements.Emma sat there, rather dazed. My God, what had she nearly allowed to happen? For a moment, she had enjoyed it, wanted more. True? Oh, those hands. His finger on her nipple, not normally one of her hot points—but the serpent had squirmed deep down, so active now.Emma gulped at her new drink, very aware of it coursing warmly into her bloodstream, and down. Lorna was nowhere to be seen. The floor was crowded, and the smooching and groping continued.Suddenly, Lorna flopped into the chair beside her, gasping, “Phew, that’s what you call a quickie. There’s all alcoves behind those hedges.” She went on to tell Emma some of her recent experience. “Much to do with the Zombies, I’m sure.”Usually, Emma was shocked by Lorna’s exploits, but not on this evening. She told Lorna of her escape. Lorna glanced at the low level in Emma’s. tumbler. “And now you’re regretting it?”“Oh, Lorna, I’ve never…”“Do it, Emma. Ray will never need to know. And didn’t he ask for more? Who was the guy you were with?”Emma shrugged, tried to describe him, as she looked around the tables. Then she saw him, standing alone near kaçak bahis siteleri the dancers. She pointed.Lorna nodded her head, “Nice. Want me to go and tell him?”Emma was on her feet immediately, “No, I’ll do it.”God, what was driving her? Emma took another mouthful. “Whoa, steady, Emma. It’s powerful stuff.” Lorna warned.Emma, feeling as high as a kite, gave her a wide grin, before walking towards Alex. Standing alongside him, she had a moment, wondering if this was right. Only a moment, but her insides were telling her exactly what was right. Looking up at the handsome face she said, “Feeling lonely?”His look of surprise was followed by a wide smile, “Funny you should ask,” he said, and in seconds they were swaying together among the other dancers. At first, Alex simply clutched her buttocks, pulling their bodies tightly together. Then, Emma was aware of a rising pressure against her belly, which wasn’t his hand.Was this the line between being a good girl or a bad girl? Already, she knew it was too late, and she was plunging over the edge. She gasped as one of his hands, through the thin material of her skirt, located the beginning of her crease. No backing away from it and easing the pressure between them allowed his fingers to explore deeper towards where her dampness increased.Alight and alive, she simply allowed her fingers to seek his hardness. She tried to trace its length, as he broke the kiss and hissed, “Would you come to my room?”“You’re staying here?“I work here. Accommodation in the basement. Not plush, but private.”Emma nodded, and he led her, around the side of the building. Down a few steps into a dim corridor, before turning a key in a door.Once inside, they were kissing with a passion that Emma hardly remembered. His tongue wrapped around hers or searched along her cheeks. Skilfully, he undressed her top, before bending to kiss her breasts. Every move he made increased her wetness.Alex pulled back, smiled and said, “More comfortable sitting.” Emma was led to a single plain covered bed where they both sat, kissed, before he broke to grunt, “Find me.”She didn’t need a map. She knew exactly what he wanted. Her hand trembled as she unzipped him. The first cock, the only cock, since Ray. No, no thoughts of Ray this evening. This had to be an unthinking act.In her eager grip, he was hot and hard. No doubt, it was what she wanted.Emma moaned softly as his fingers slid along her thighs.“Would you suck me?” he asked, parting her thighs.Emma caught her breath. This was somewhere she had never been. “Mind if I don’t?”His shadowed face looked into hers as he said, “My main desire is to fuck you. So, we’ll head that way.”Quickly, he knelt between her parted thighs, pulled her panties to one side and tongued along her whole channel. Emma thought she would faint it was so good. Knowing her panties were impeding him, she closed her thighs, so he could remove them.Next second, his tongue was on her clit, and the troublesome serpent was struggling to be free. For her, these were new sensations. Her fingers jerked at his hardness, while two of his fingers probed into her cunny.Oh, God, it was going to be all too much. His tongue and lips sucked and licked on her clit. She had never felt like this. Fingers in her cunny were flickering and were good. But something had to burst inside her as her rapturous groans left her lips.Another lick, another suck. The serpent squirmed madly. “Alex. Oh, Alex, I have to have it,” She was pulling madly on his cock, knowing she shouldn’t be thinking of it in that way. She was a good girl.Lying on her back, Alex moved over her and, momentarily, Emma quivered. His cock was at her cunny entrance. Her breath shuddered in her throat in mad anticipation. Do it. Do it.Thrusting upwards into her eagerly flexing cunny his searching hardness drove deep into her. Emma had an instant orgasm. And without any doubt her serpent was free. No, it had burst, and now a thousand tiny serpents were spreading through her bloodstream, filling every inch of her body.Alex withdrew and thrust again and again. Emma heard her own high squeals.She had experienced two orgasms as the hard rod inside her humped more frantically. His desperate grunts told her Alex was about to cum. She was so aware of his seed exploding inside her, with such frenzied thrusts. Like nothing she had ever known.Calming down, Emma’s guilt touched in. She’d never done anything so bad, never been unfaithful. What had happened to her? Returning to the dance area, Alex whispered, “I have another free night tomorrow. It would be good if you were here.”Emma said she wasn’t sure. There were so many things troubling her. Her own guilt. The desperation to repeat what she’d just experienced. What Lorna would want to do. When Lorna returned to their table, full of how she’d had two cocks in one night and finishing with the clincher, “It’s back here tomorrow night.”So, it was on the next evening they returned, and, as though scripted. Lorna had her two cocks. And was it having two Zombie teases inside her, or a loosening of her morals, that Emma allowed her tongue to lick at the purple head of Alex’s throbbing member. Was that the act of a harlot? But he thanked her. How about that?Lorna and Emma slept late the next morning. Emma woke with a sense of fulfilment, tinged with guilt. But suddenly Lorna asked, “By the way, have you heard from Ray?”Emma’s guilt was immediately increased. She hadn’t looked at her phone, since Friday. How could she forget? Maybe worried about Ray’s response. Her phone revealed something special from Ray.Once again, wow, good to see you got brave on the beach, and I like the pose. But naked on the bed—terrific. And that selfie! Sensational. See what that did to me? See attachment. You look so sexy.Love, love, love Ray XPuzzled, she opened the attachment, and gasped loudly as Lorna looked over her shoulder, “God, is that waiting for you at home?” Lorna giggled, “Lucky you.”

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