Will Emma swing, just like her parents did? Chapter 2

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“Mmm, ah, yesss, AH, OH GOD YES!” Emma shuddered into yet another climax, the fingers of her right hands clamped onto her pussy, the hard bud of her clit still throbbing and her thighs shivering with pleasure. Her left hand had hold of her mother’s diary, she felt as though she was experiencing what her mother had and what she’d written about so honestly in a series of diaries that covered her parents’ history of adventures as members of “The Club”.

Her husband Jake was away on business, and whilst the phone sex they had each evening was good, she found that reading her mother’s accounts of the pleasure she, and her father, had experienced at their regular meetings with the Club was even more of a turn on. She had discovered that if she got herself into the right frame of mind she could even imagine she was there and experiencing the same pleasures as her mother was. She’d even managed, on one occasion, to orgasm at the same time her mother’s words said she was! Emma felt the diary was helping her to feel much closer to her mother, that side of her mother that she’d never imagine existed.

Since discovering the diaries she, and her husband Jake had experienced a whirlwind of emotions and with the thought of what the coming weekend’s meetup with Peter and Alice might lead to, they’d spent the previous weekend in bed. Well in and out of bed. They needed to eat, after all, they needed to do that as well as spend lots of time talking. Talking about the idea of the Club, how they were going to handle this potential massive change to their relationship – sex with another person or persons!

Jake thought that Emma was leading the discussion, she had this burning desire to learn more about her parents lives, after all they’d hidden this amazing side from her, and she needed to understand why. He had, after some serious soul searching, agreed to support Emma by joining in. Sure, the idea of public sex excited him, he remembered the one occasion when he and Emma had been on a beach walk and had spotted a couple on the next inlet having sex. It had got them both hot and he’d pushed her up against a rock and they did it there, both of them watching the couple not 50 yards away, lost in their own passions. But he had to be honest, this would be, public sex, with someone new and it also scared him. Could he separate the experience from their own day to day relationship? Would Emma find something that he couldn’t give her? There were risks, definitely, but the risk of not supporting Emma and seeing that damage their relationship was, he came to realise, even greater.

Jake was still feeling slightly apprehensive when he arrived back from the conference. He still found it a bit weird walking into the suburban house that Emma’s parents had owned, but he was getting used to it. He enjoyed the extra space they now had and the conservatory/summer room was a fantastic place to chill out in, even if he also knew it was one the Club’s social rooms.

Emma was delighted to see him and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. “Welcome home darling”, she gushed, “I’ve missed you.” She ground her hips against his body. “A lot. All of you!” Jake dropped his bags and lifted her up, she swung her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back and locking eyes with him, grinning from ear to ear. “I bet you’re ready for a bath, aren’t you?”

One of the best things about the house was the bathroom, it was clearly quite new and no expense had been seemed to have been spared on creating a marvellous, relaxing and luxurious environment. The tiled walls were pure brilliant white, with a few beautiful abstract design tiles dotted around, floor lights and rich green ferns gave an impression of a high class spa. But the highlight was a large freestanding bath, complete with all the necessary spa settings.

Jake smiled back at her, “damn right”, he said and without another word he carried her up the stairs. She clung to him, enjoying this display of strength from him. He was her man and she was his woman, she figured that was this was saying. She liked that about him, his masculinity, and she had been worried that all this talk about the Club had dented his self-confidence but here he was being a dominant male. She jumped down from his grip when he reached the landing. “Go and get yourself sorted” she said breezily, “I’ll get the bath ready for you.” She might have said for him but the message was clear, it was for both of them.

As the bath quickly filled up she added a few drops of her favourite essential oil and a good measure of foam crystals. The idea of being embraced by sleek, slippery foam was, she knew, a turn on for Jake. She heard him enter the bathroom and turned to face him. He was naked. “Get in” she said, “it’s ready for you, and so will I be soon.” She stepped aside to let him pass her, brushing her hand across his rapidly hardening cock. He climbed in and settled into the hot bubbles. His arms were hanging over the sides of the bath, supporting him, stopping him from sliding deeper. He watched Emma closely, hungrily, as she bent over to select the music, Marvin Gaye. No surprise there then! As the music began to swell Emma turned back to face him, her hips swinging in time, she ran her hands down her body, then back up between her legs. Jake loved it when she danced for him, but this wasn’t just a dance. Slowly, crossing her hands to grab the bottom of her top she pulled it up and over her head in a single movement – she wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts spilled into view. Jake could see that her nipples were already hard, he wanted to suck and nibble them – badly. But Emma made him wait.

She let her hands roam over her breasts, tweaking the nipples and pulling them up towards her tongue. She looked at Jake and it was clear that he was aroused. His arms were no longer over the side of the bath,

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Notes “Mmm, ah, yesss, AH, OH GOD YES!” Emma shuddered into yet another climax, the fingers of her right hands clamped onto her pussy, the hard bud of her clit still throbbing and her thighs shivering with pleasure. Her left hand had hold of her mother’s diary, she felt as though she was experiencing what her mother had and what she’d written about so honestly in a series of diaries that covered her parents’ history of adventures as members of “The Club”.
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