Awakening Her Needs 3: A Hotwife Beginning Story (Her Needs Series)

by Blaise Quin

  And Emily knew exactly would turn Dwayne on as much as she was getting turned on.

  And in that very moment, Emily truly realized how much power her words could have. Though she could never physically control a powerful man who outweighed her by over a hundred pounds, a man who’s muscular thighs were bigger than her waist, she had a different power.

  As Dwayne fucked her hard and deep, Emily literally gushed under him, her wetness lubricating his thick shaft so much that even the sensation of fullness disappeared. Her momentary disappointment at the loss was quickly overcome by her arousal at Dwayne’s fervor, his animal desire for her.

  “So wet,” he grunted.

  His words made Emily grasp at him with her inner muscles, wanting to be tighter. Her nipples were rubbed raw by his hard chest. She wanted to touch herself so badly, but she wanted him to remember this even more.

  His earlier words echoed in her ear, about all the children he had sired. . .

  She was so wide, so open, she worried perhaps she wasn’t going to be tight enough for him, her insides so wet from her fluids and Jackson’s cum. She wanted Dwayne to feel as good as she did, she wanted him to remember her forever, no matter how many other women he had been with, no matter how many other women he would be with in the future.

  Usually her body betrayed her, giving in to desires her mind tried to reject. Now it was the opposite; she formed sinful words in her mind, words to arouse Dwayne, to make this moment unforgettable. Yet her lips were dry, her throat constricted at the words her devious, powerful mind wanted to utter. Her body was fighting her for once, perhaps because of the truth it held within.

  She must have slackened, or otherwise signaled a change in her mood, because Dwayne slowed his thrusts, and as he pulled back she feared he was going to withdraw.

  Emily grabbed his head, pulling his ear to her lips, and forced the words out. Powerful words from a powerful woman. “Make me pregnant!” she whispered urgently.

  For a heartbeat everything froze, Dwayne poised at her entrance, the room spinning, Emily shocked at her own words. The pause was like the eye of a hurricane, calm yet oh so deadly.

  Dwayne grunted and drove into her so hard the bedsprings screeched, and now he was fucking her with abandon, his cock swelling, Emily hanging on for dear life, her fingers breaking the skin on his back. Her legs locked around him like a vise, her mind reeling, her clit swelling as Dwayne rammed against it.

  Building, building, he was ready. . . “Do it!” she begged, and with a massive grunt Dwayne buried himself in her, Emily fighting to lie still, not because she didn’t want this, but because she wanted to remember every second, she wanted to count the spasms.

  Lying on her back, her legs spread in the most fertile of positions, being filled by a second man, she’d never felt so strong, so powerful, so independent.

  Dwayne’s grunts matched his spasms, and though she wanted to remember, she lost count, way past twenty, his virile seed shooting deep into her. She’d swallowed that same seed, she knew how thick and powerful it was.

  There was only one place for it to go, so deep in her. . .

  The very thought sent her over the edge, she couldn’t hold back any longer, and when she came he was still spasming in her. Her legs shook, her release not an explosion but torrential, long and hard and steady, like a rushing river after a wild thunderstorm.

  Perhaps because Dwayne sensed this great gift he’d been given, he held her close and tight long after it was over.

  Jackson was rock hard by the time his uncle Dwayne had finished with Emily. He was surprised how long she wanted Dwayne to stay on top of her. She’d done the same with him. Usually when he finished getting a blowjob he just zipped himself up.

  When his uncle finally got up, Emily’s arms were still around his back, trying to hold on, her legs still in the air.

  “You don’t have to stay like that,” said Dwayne. “I’m sure I got it up inside you good.”

  Jackson had been blown away by Emily begging for Dwayne to shoot inside her. Did she really want to get knocked up?

  His seed was in her too.

  He didn’t have time to think about the implications of that, because Dwayne pulled Emily up to a sitting position. “Clean me up.”

  Jackson couldn’t see Emily’s reaction, because her hair had gone all wild around her face. If she were to walk outside this minute everyone who saw her would know she’d just been fucked.

  Her small head dipped to his uncle’s cock and took it in her mouth. Dwayne put his hand on the top of her head and looked at Jackson as he said, “Take that home to your husband.”

  Dwayne’s terrible words made Emily suck him all the harder. If only he knew. Dwayne thought that Justin would be humiliated, having her lick up his fluids and her own, having the taste in her mouth. Justin wouldn’t be humiliated, he’d be thrilled. Not only of the outcome, but of the fact that she’d gone and done it all on her own.

  Justin would be surprised, and stunned, and aroused. Not only because of what she’d done, but of what she’d said. Emily was sure of it.

  She rose up to her hands and knees on the bed, the wetness between her legs dripping down her thighs. She cupped Dwayne’s balls in her hand, licking his shaft, savoring every drop. If only there were a way to hold the taste in her mouth. . .

  She felt Jackson moving behind her, his hands spreading her legs. She let him, wondering if he was going to be inside her again. Instead his chin brushed her back, his stubble almost ticklish, his face sliding down. . .

  He was going to lick her after Dwayne had come in her! Just the same way Justin had licked her after she’d fantasized about another man coming in her. That too should have been mortifying, but it was so erotic, so much proof of how much love Justin had for her.

  Jackson’s tongue slid down her crack. His strong hands opened her wide, exposing herself shamelessly. His tongue kept going, lower, lower, and then nothing. . .

  Emily squirmed on the bed, barely able to keep from biting Dwayne. Was Jackson going to lick her? Where was his tongue?

  The answer jerked her up in shock. She shot forward, slamming her head into Dwayne’s chest, her mouth falling off his cock.

  Jackson was licking her, but not her pussy.

  His tongue was in her ass.

  She squirmed, trying to get away, her mind recoiling, even as she puckered up back there. Jackson held her thighs tight, spreading her ass open, and drove his tongue deep.

  “No, no,” Emily cried, even as the sick delight flowed through her. That a man was willing to do that. . .

  And the way it felt, so indescribable, so personal, every bit as good as when Justin had put his cock in her that way.

  It was thankfully, over soon, yet too soon, the sensation so fleeting, so clouded by her shocked reaction.

  She wanted it again.

  But Jackson said, “I want to fuck her ass.”

  Emily froze. Her tiny hole clenched, puckering, struggling to close against the force of her cheeks being held wide open. Jackson shifted on the bed behind her, positioning himself to. . .

  No, no, she couldn’t do that!

  Not because she didn’t want it, but because that was for Justin only. She had to draw the line somewhere.

  Who was she kidding? She’d given up her mouth, her pussy, more.

  A battle raged in her head. I have to stop. I have to.

  She spun on the bed, seeing what she expected, yet the reality was so much more arousing, Jackson’s hand on his shaft, kneeling, readying himself.

  His eyes were wild with excitement. Emily put one hand on his chest, and another on his shaft, gently stroking. “No,” she said gently. “I’m sorry, just—no.” Seeing Jackson’s disappointment she added, “If you do that, the other thing we did—it won’t seem so special. That’s what I want you to remember.”

  Her words must have had an effect, because he nodded. Or perhaps it was because she was still holding him in her hand.

  To ease
Jackson’s disappointment, Emily continued to stroke him. “You like this, don’t you?”

  He swelled in her hand, giving him her answer. Emily pressed her lips against his smooth chest, planting little kisses as she very slowly worked her way down. All the while she was painfully aware of her butt sticking in the air, pointing at Dwayne, praying he couldn’t possibly get hard again so soon. Jackson she might be able to distract; Emily wasn’t sure about Dwayne.

  By the time she reached Jackson’s stomach, his shaft was jumping in her fingers. She stroked him faster, just as she had stroked Dwayne, just as she had often stroked Justin.

  Her mouth dropped lower, lower, Jackson moaning.

  Emily barely had time to open her mouth when his thick seed erupted, hitting the roof of her mouth. She closed her lips around him, thinking not just of him shooting into her mouth, but him shooting into her ass. She moaned, her butt clenching, as if she were taking it back there, thick, hot eruptions into her most private parts.

  Her mouth tightened around him, just as she would have had he been in her ass, draining every drop of his virile fluids. She squeezed her legs together, for fear of sending a signal to Dwayne.

  So help her, if Dwayne pushed against her ass right now she might not have been able to resist.

  When Jackson finally finished, Emily held him in her mouth until his hardness began to recede. Giving him one final lick, she rolled over on the bed, every muscle in her body spent.

  Dwayne was holding her phone. “Got a few good pics of you,” he said, grinning. “You little hussy.”

  A year ago those words would have stopped her cold. But not today, not the new Emily. Words could hurt, they could surprise, they could arouse. And she could give as well as she could get.

  Emily put her hand on her belly. “I won’t be so little for long.”

  She would remember the look of shock on Dwayne’s face as well as she would the sex.

  Well, almost as well as the sex.

  I waited for my turn on the satellite radio phone just outside the communications room. The portable units were reserved for work related emergencies only, so rig workers who wanted to make personal calls had to use the phone in the radio room. The sound quality was better, but there was no privacy, since the radio controller was there. The room was so small and stuffy the door was also left open all the time, and workers waiting for their turn stood in the hall and could hear everything.

  The rig had the capability for a video skype, but the bandwidth was so expensive that we were limited to three minutes once a month. Even though the quality wasn’t as good everyone took advantage. I had used mine up, so I’d just have audio today.

  I had become accustomed to the small shifts beneath my feet as the rig moved with the waves. What I hadn’t become used to was being away from Emily for so long.

  I was already moving into the room as the guy in front of me was saying goodbye to his girlfriend or wife. I sat in the still warm chair and made the connection to home.

  “Justin!”

  Emily’s voice, and that one word, made me smile. I spoke quietly, even though others could hear. “Hi, sweetheart.”

  “Oh, Justin, how are you? I miss you so much!”

  “I’m fine, everything is good.” Before I had a chance to ask how she was doing, I heard something that sounded like a horn in the background. “What was that?”

  “Nothing. I slowed down when your call came in, a car behind me is beeping at me.”

  “You’re not at the office?” I glanced at the digital clock, made the time change adjustment. It was not even four in Emily’s time zone.

  “No, I—I had to do something,” she replied.

  I waited for her to go on, but there was only eerie digital static. “Everything okay?” I finally asked.

  The pause was so long I thought I had lost the connection. “Emily?”

  “Yes, I’m here, wait, I want to pull over.”

  I waited nervously as the clock ticked away, knowing I only had a few minutes for the call.

  “Okay, I’m parked. Everything is fine. I have so much to tell you!”

  A call came in on the rig control radio. The radio officer barked into his microphone, the return voice squawking loudly in the small space. I held my hand over my other ear. “Emily? What is it?”

  “What’s all that noise?” Emily asked.

  “I’m in the radio room.”

  “Oh. So you aren’t alone?”

  I glanced up at the line of men waiting their turn. “Not hardly. But go ahead.”

  “It’s—personal.”

  Something in her voice made me lean forward. I cupped my hand around the headset microphone. My first thought was that it was about her health. “Are you okay, really?”

  “Yes, yes! I just—is there really no place you can talk privately?”

  “No, I’m sorry. You have me worried. Tell me what you can.”

  There was another excruciating silence, I could practically feel the men behind me thinking if you’re not going to talk, then give up the phone!

  “Remember what we talked about? It—happened!”

  “What? What happened?” I didn’t know what she was talking about.

  “You know!”

  I was about to say, No, I really don’t, when the radio officer tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the clock. My time was up. “Emily, I have to go real soon. Listen, I’ve got to ask you something. I can come ashore this weekend, in case you want to fly down, I’ll just have twenty four hours. Or I can stay on the rig through the next three week switchover, and if I do, I’ll be able to cut the entire rig time down by more than a week, maybe two. Which would you prefer?”

  “What do you want to do?”

  “I want to see you, but I also want to get home for good as soon as possible.” The work was going well, and I was getting tired of being cooped up on the rig.

  “Maybe you should stay, then,” said Emily.

  “That’s what I was thinking, but I wanted to hear what you wanted.” The radio officer tapped me on the shoulder again. I held up a finger. “Okay?”

  “Yes, okay! I can’t wait until you get home!”

  “Me, too,” I said.

  I said my final goodbye and pulled off the headset. The next guy in line was already in the room.

  I left wondering what that had all been about.

  Emily slumped against the backrest, immune to the swish of cars whizzing by. She so wanted to share all her news with Justin. She wanted to tell him she’d just left Dwayne’s apartment. That she’d done it with him. With two men. It would have surprised Justin and driven him crazy with desire, she just knew it. And it might have been easier for her to give him more detail over the phone than in person. As different a woman as she had become, she wondered if she’d still hesitate to verbalize the intimate details.

  Details like the fact that she was still wet between the legs.

  All that, and much more. And of course, the biggest surprise of all.

  But she couldn’t, not with Justin not being alone. It wouldn’t have been fair to him, and who knows who else might have been listening?

  If only she’d planned, or known when Justin was going to call.

  Maybe she should have flown down to meet him. But if she had, it might spoil yet another surprise, a wild, crazy, wicked thought that had burst into her mind. A thought that had grown like a seed in her belly.

  She smiled, the analogy so fitting.

  She glanced out the window, finally paying attention to where she was. A small turnoff leading to an under construction roadway. She was safely out of the line of traffic.

  The cars streamed by, people on their way home, to shop, to visit friends. How many of those drivers were women who had just had sex? Emily couldn’t be the only one. Maybe not on this road, but on other roads there were sure to be women like Emily, women who had just had sex. With their husbands. With their boyfriends. With other men.

  That whole other world
that Emily had never even thought about before all this started. And yet, a world that obviously existed; Emily was proof of it.

  Somewhere there might even be a woman parked on the side of the road, having just hung up with her husband, sharing the news.

  Listening to his gasp. Perhaps he was in his office, unable to react. Or home alone, knowing his wife was with another man. Filling in the details. Hearing his breathing quicken as he touched himself.

  What would such a woman say?

  I couldn’t help myself.

  I did it for us.

  I did it for you.

  He came in me.

  They came in me.

  The last thought quickened her own breathing. The husband’s inevitable response, Justin’s inevitable response: They didn’t.

  Yes, look here. It’s dripping out of me, it was so deep it’s only coming out now.

  Emily’s hands slipped under her skirt, spreading her legs, her fingers seeking out the wetness, the proof.

  She struggled out of the confining seat belt, pulling up her skirt, wishing she could better see between her legs. She cupped her fingers and drew them along her opening, her hand coming away impossibly wet.

  Her other hand dove to her clit, rubbing hard and fast, and when she was almost ready she shoved her slick fingers into her mouth, sucking, swallowing the proof along with her scream.

  Three months later

  I had to fight the urge to speed on the way home from the airport. I’d been on the rig for months without a break, and though Emily and I talked every week, it only made me miss her more. She’d been reticent about sharing whatever surprise she said she had, actually getting more and more cryptic about it.

  My first thought had been that she’d gone out on a date. I’d made up all sorts of fantasies about what such a date would be like. Knowing Emily, it might have been simply going to a bar and having a drink with a stranger. Yet just the thought of her taking such a huge step had driven me wild, supplying every bit of masturbation fantasy I needed. And I had masturbated a lot. Stuck on an oil rig with little to do outside of work made for dull times. We’d run into some problems, which had dashed any hope of wrapping up the project early; in fact, I’d been away well over three whole months.