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From: "Shufflespeare" <shufflespeare@eroticpages.co.uk>
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Nocturnal Emissions (M+F, wife)
Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2001 09:10:06 -0500
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All the usual warnings apply...

Nocturnal Emissions

Phil wakes before the alarm with a very stiff erection arching out of the
dark curls around his balls. The thick stem rises up and over his belly
supporting the weight of the swollen tip, hovering over his navel. Reaching
down to grasp his testament to phallic perfection, Phil smears a drop of
pre-cum around its eye and draws back on the foreskin.

Phil can hardly remember the last time he had woken up with an erection like
this. But how is a guy to put a beautiful gift like this use? Liz, his wife
would make an appreciative beneficiary for his early morning seed. On the
other hand it would be a shame to wake her when he can quite easily take
care of matters himself. When he sees there are no tissues by the bed and
remembers the sheets were only changed a couple of days ago, Phil wonders if
Liz is as awake as he is.

He finds Liz wide awake and smiling to herself as he curls her hair from her
ear and whispers his offer of an early morning quickie. He takes a moment to
think of how best to put it, before asking.

"You wanna take a look at what I've got down here?"

Liz smirks at her husband's turn of phrase before lifting the duvet to
inspect the goods on offer.

"My God...is it still hard? After all that!" she says, in a tone that Phil
finds disturbing. It sounds as though Liz is shocked to see her husbands
erect cock.

"What do you mean, after all that! After all what?"
"You sly old thing. You can't tell me you don't remember. You were like an
animal! Five times, we did it! I had to ask you to stop in the end. You had
worn me out."

Phil flops back onto his side of the bed and scratches his head.

"You mean we...us...together...last night?" he stammers, unable to recall a
single thrust.

"Of course we did. You must remember. Unless, wait a minute... I read a
thing in a magazine about this kinda thing. There's a name for it. It's like
sleepwalking but instead of getting up and walking around the house..."

"I get a stiffy you could knock a wall through with and shag your brains out
all night." Phil says, finishing his wives sentence.

"Do you honestly not remember?"

"Not a thing!"

"You were fantastic, baby!"

"That would be right. The best sex you've ever had and I sleep right through
it..."

Just then, Phil hears a noise downstairs and frightened that there might be
a burglar in the house, grabs a golf club from under the bed. He reassures
Liz who begs him not to do anything silly and makes his way down the stairs,
his prize erection fading under his dressing gown with each step.

The noise gets louder as he reaches the bottom of the stairs and Phil
wonders whether a golf club is going to be enough. He hopes he won't have to
use it.
With the rest of the downstairs searched, the only room left is the kitchen.

"Hello Dad!" Daniel, his son, greets him, as Phil opens the door with a
scream loud enough to scare any intruders and give him the element of
surprise. Daniel is Phil's son from his first marriage and usually lives in
a flat not far from the university he attends. However, the university is
four hundred miles away and Phil wonders what his son is doing home.

"What brings you home? And who are these people?" Phil says, through
clenched teeth. Three boys, all the same age as Daniel litter the kitchen in
just their underpants.

"It's our holidays Dad. You remember, you work hard getting the grades your
father expects from you 'coz he's paying the tuition and when you do, you
take a holiday. Simple as that."

A minute passes while father wrangles with son about sons' mother having a
much bigger house since the divorce settlement and why son and mates
couldn't crash there for a couple of days.

"Well, I leave for work in an hour and so does your stepmother. You know
you're welcome here but do me a favour will you?"

"What's that dad?"

"Tidy this kitchen before Liz comes downstairs. She thought we had burglars!
I'm going up to tell her who we've really been invaded by!"

It is dark by the time Phil returns from work that evening. He slides the
key into the lock, remembering Liz saying that she would probably take a
bath and go to
bed early, so he opens the door as quietly as he can.

It seems everyone has gone to bed and he finds himself sitting in front of
the television nursing a liberal pouring of
brandy. Staring into the swirling liquid in the tumbler, he hears a sound
from one of the bedrooms, upstairs. It startles him because he was expecting
everyone to be asleep.

Leaving his drink by the chair, Phil ascends the staircase and stands
motionless on the landing. A faint muttering fools his hearing and Phil
cracks the door open to the guestroom. Daniel lies alone, with no sign of
his friends, in the thin shaft of light from the landing light. Not wanting
to wake his stirring son, Phil closes the door and turns off the landing
light.

Could the sound have come from his bedroom? Is Liz awake after all?

He opens the door to find the curtains closed and the room in complete
darkness. He strips as he walks, climbing under the bedclothes when fully
undressed.

Liz pants softly as she rocks slowly and gently in the mattress beside him.
She must be having a dream. Maybe that is why thinks Phil is fucking her
senseless in the middle of the night. It is all just a dream.

Well, apparently not because Liz' moans are followed by the sound of
something slapping into her cunt. Has she been out and bought herself a
battery powered toy, knowing that she is alone tonight?

Phil can't hear any buzzing but he leaps from the bed and finds the light
switch when he hears the sound of another man moaning his wives name.

Liz is opening her eyes as her husband stands trying to find the words for
his disbelief at the sight before him.

"What the hell..." Liz says, trying to get her thighs back together and at
the same time, pushing one of her stepsons' friends out of the way. "What's
going on!"

Phil looks across at the two other boys, standing at the foot of the bed,
cocks in hands, waiting for their turn with his wife.

"Has this been going on for the past two nights? No wonder my wife's been
waking up exhausted," he says, looking down at Liz "you three have been
sneaking in and shagging her senseless!"

Liz frowns as she pulls her night dress down, hiding her pussy and depriving
the leering boys of their free show.

Phil is, understandably furious and starts shouting.

"What made you think you could get away with it! Do you honestly think Liz
wants three boys, young enough to be her sons, taking it in turns to...I
just can't believe what's been happening!"

He looks down at Liz and, seeing the look on her face, she mustn't be as
angry as he is. What is wrong with her? Maybe it is just the light in the
room but

Phil swears he can see a slight smirk on his wives face.

"So how many times have you had me tonight, boys?" she asks, her voice
stern.
The boys look at one another, trying to decide who will answer.

"Uhm... four times, Mrs. Hope. If you don't count the time Jack shot, even
before he got inside you,"

"For times eh? That's not bad. But you must be capable of more than that,
surely..."

Phil listens in disbelief at his wives words. What is she saying. Is she
demanding more? Is she asking these boys to perform again?

"How about it then? I don't mind if my husband doesn't."
The boys expressions tell Phil they can't believe their luck. They have a
woman on a bed, her husband beside her, and a license to fuck her. So they
go to it. And all Phil can do is watch. As the three boys service his wife,
fighting to be the first one in.

"Slow down, boys. There's plenty to go round. Why doesn't someone get
between my legs while another of you comes up here, so I can jerk you off. I
wouldn't mind a cock in my mouth too...if there's any spare..."

Phil's eye's widen as he watches Liz take all three of her stepsons' friends
at once. She guides each one to her own rhythm. The guy between her legs is
pounding away and has to be slowed down so he lasts. The guy in her mouth is
struggling to hold back and the guy in her fist is holding her arm still
while he shoots, spraying sticky cream over Liz' tits. It isn't long before
she has cum spilling past her lips too.

And the guy between her legs, he stiffens before collapsing, exhausted onto
her chest.

Liz gasps as the boys withdraw, taking their cocks and with it, her hope of
an orgasm with them.

"You boys have got a lot to learn about pleasing a woman..." she clucks,
dissapointed. "Phil? Will you show these boys how it's done?"

Phil is relieved, at last he is going to get his share, albeit as sloppy
seconds.

"I don't mind if I do. Watch and learn boys!" he says, climbing across the
mattress to where his wife lies smiling.

"Now the first thing you have to remember, when a lady wants you, it is a
great privilege. She is not a piece of meat. It is your job to seduce her
body as well as her mind. She may think she is ready for you but it doesn't
hurt to check..." he says, sliding a finger into his wives cunt.

The boys watch, spellbound, listening to his every word as Liz parts her
thighs.
"When she's good and wet, as Liz is now, she may still need wooing. I didn't
see a single kiss from any of you guys. Is Liz just supposed to take it when
you stick your cock in without a warning. Gently, guys, gently."

Phil kisses his wife, tasting the cum from her previous fuck. He slides his
lips down to where his wives breasts lie spattered with yet more cum. He
traces further to suck at her cum slathered clitoris, making her writhe and
moan in delight.

"Watch him boys. This guy knows what he's doing. I should know. I've been
fucking him for ten years now..."

Phil smirks, mounting his wife and sliding his cock in until his balls slap
against her ass. With her ankles aloft and her face contorted with ecstasy,
Phil works his meat until their rhythm makes the bedsprings squeak.

"That's it baby...show them how to fuck me. Show them how a man fucks a
woman!"
Phil slows as his balls tighten, gathering his composure for his wives sake.
She is still too far away for him to cum.

"You are so tight." Phil says, jamming his cock as far as it will go "I can
hardly stop myself..."

The words take Liz to the crest of her pleasure and she grabs her husbands
ass, fucking him hard for the final couple of strokes until he spurts deep.

Phil takes his final stroke, letting Liz milk his cock of its last few
drops.
The couple kiss, and Phil holds his wives cunt as the spasms of pleasure
fade. Their audience have erections and are ready to go again.

"I don't think so boys." Liz smirks, looking over her husbands' shoulder.

"You've all had your fun. Now take those cocks back to your room and dream
about me, 'cause from now on it's as close as you're gonna get."
*******************
Shufflespeare
www.eroticpages.co.uk

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