WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual activity and rough sex. If that offends you, please move on and read something else. There is something for everyone on Literotica.
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Emily had a faraway look in her eyes as she looked out the bay windows in her bedroom. She sat on the padded bench in the bedroom's windowed alcove, quietly brooding about the night ahead. Leaning back against the wall with her knees drawn up against her breasts, she was lost in her thoughts.
Turning her head, Emily's attention was drawn to the busy caterpillar building its chrysalis on the branch just a few inches from the windowpane in front of her. The small private patio behind the master bedroom was a perfect spot for the caterpillar to undergo its metamorphosis, she thought.
The location was secluded, quiet, out of sight―a private place. If only the location of her own impending metamorphosis could be so discrete, Emily fretted. But that was not to be.
Emily continued to brood, thinking about she and the caterpillar's impending fate. Would the caterpillar survive its transformation while it was at its most vulnerable or would it be devoured by some other creature? Would it be swept to the ground by the wind and wither away during the heat of the following day? What were the chances it would survive its transformation and emerge as the beautiful butterfly nature intended it to be?
But more importantly, Emily worried, would she survive her own imminent transformation that evening and emerge a more exotic and alluring creature or be exposed as something grotesque and undesirable. Would she and her marriage survive her metamorphosis?
Emily's solitude was cut short as she heard her husband's car pull into the driveway and then the mechanical sound of the garage door opening as he pulled in. Was Brad home already, Emily asked herself, feeling confused momentarily? Looking at the clock on the corner of the nearby nightstand Emily realized she had lost track of time as she fixated on what fate had in store for her that evening.
"I'm home!" shouted Brad as he crossed the living room and headed toward the bedroom.
"I'm in here!" shouted Emily in reply as she crossed the bedroom to meet Brad at the door and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Dinner is ready. All I have to do is heat it up. Why don't you shower and change now? I'll take my shower after dinner. OK?"
"Fine. Sorry I'm late. I got held up at the office," said Brad before suddenly smiling. "But look on the bright side―it's not going to take either of us long to get dressed."
Still on edge after brooding all day, Emily abruptly turned around and gave Brad an icy stare.
"No, it certainly won't," replied Emily, her simmering emotions boiling over. "Especially me!"
Emily slammed the door behind her and headed for the kitchen.
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Brad sat on the edge of the bed watching Emily as she did her eyes and put her hair up in a tight bun as Jack's wife Liz had suggested.
"Better to keep the hair up and out of the way when you're playing" was Liz's advice.
Although they had been married ten years, Brad never got tired of looking at his wife's exquisite body. She was beautiful, a real heartbreaker. Brad couldn't believe his great good luck that she had actually agreed to marry him. Brad was convinced she could have had anyone she wanted, certainly any of his close friends, who all lusted after her. She had that wholesome 'girl next door' look about her that marked her as marriage material to almost every man, a real keeper.
It wasn't until after they had slept together the first time that Brad discovered the 'girl next door' was a voracious, adventurous and erotic creature whose sexual appetite was equal to his own. They were the perfect match, Brad thought to himself.
Moving hundreds of miles to this new more cosmopolitan city, and away from the prying eyes of their family and longtime friends, had given them the opportunity to finally explore their uninhibited wild side.
Most men would have felt intimidated by Emily's overt sexuality, but not Brad. On their first 'getaway weekend' when they played truth or dare, Emily forthrightly described to Brad her many previous sexual partners and the things they had done.
She had been relieved when Brad was not put off. Much to Emily's delight, Brad was similarly well experienced. From that point forward, Brad and Emily were uninhibited in talking about and satisfying each other's sexual needs.
Brad was content watching his wife as she stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. God knows he didn't have anything else to do. It had taken him all of ten seconds to get dressed. All he had to do was slip on the black silk pajama top and bottoms and his sandals and he was done. This was the quickest he had ever gotten dressed for a party in his life, thought Brad smiling to himself.
It was taking Emily a bit longer, but only because she was compelled by her vanity to primp and make herself even more seductive and alluring than usual, since so many people would see her―all of her.
Brad smiled to himself again. In point of fact, 'actually dressing' would take Emily even less time than him. Emily's party attire consisted of a sheer black open front negligee that tied at her cleavage and a skimpy black thong. No sandals for her, however. For Emily it was the obligatory black stiletto heels of the seductress.
Brad remained fixated on Emily as she finished her primping. She was being meticulously careful to get her makeup just right. Regardless of how ambivalent she was about having others see her naked, her ego demanded that she look her absolute best.
"You're gorgeous M," said Brad loud enough to be heard in the bathroom. "You're going to stop a bunch of hearts tonight. Just watch."
"If my own doesn't stop first," retorted Emily, sounding anxious. "I'm so nervous baby, my heart is beating a mile a minute. I can't believe you and Jack and Liz talked me into this. I've never―NEVER―done anything like this in my life."
"You'll be fine babe," said Brad soothingly. "Just remember what Liz said. You're in control. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Like she said, the safe word is simple―NO!"
"Yeah, I K-N-O-W!" replied Emily in a plaintive voice, drawing out the last word. "But I'm the one who is going to be practically naked in front of all these people, not you."
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, babe," said Brad, trying to allay her fear. "After all, the other women are going to be wearing just as little, maybe even less."
