She gave him little kisses on his ear. She still loved him, was still happy to satisfy him, but her own satisfaction lay in another man and her husba...d’s own limitations with no imagination in bed left her wanting more than this when it came to sex.Countless times she has tried to spice things up with her man. She tried wearing sexy clothes, tried introducing sex toys, tried doing it elsewhere than just the bed all the time. But he resisted, wasn’t interested. She was more than this, she. Yet perhaps what made the story all the more erotic and, not to say personalised, was that the main character in the story was also called Emma. Coincidence perhaps, it was that connection that had drawn her to it in the first instance, subsequently hooked her in and, from that point forward, kept her completely rapt over four wet chapters. Though looking back it seemed longer, it was a week ago that she’d discovered the EMC Writers’ Site, the initials standing for ‘Erotic Mind Control’, after. His wife was a very beautiful black woman who also modeled lingerie for Victoria Secrets, among other clients. I excused myself to take a smoke on the patio. She asked if she could join me, that there was something she wanted to discuss with me. When we moved to the patio, the Colonels wife, LaTisha, and I made small talk about the recent weather, how beautiful the moon was, etc. She then said she had hoped my wife and I would be at the Christmas party. I said, Well, Im glad to have had the. “Ye….Yes sir.” He stammered timidly again looking to the floor.“Marion take your clothes off and lie on the bed.”“Daddy I can’t you….”“Don’t fucking argue with me.” I interrupted, “Strip now. And you as well you fucking wimp.”The look in their eyes was a mixture of confusion and fright. Marion stood up and with her back to me stripped naked. Then she sat on the end of the bed trying to cover her tits and cunt. I was in no mood to be pissed about. “I said lay down Marion.” Then I looked at Ted.