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1700 word part 1, emmas friends influence her into seeking more than her husband can offer.
The restaurant glowed with golden light, wine glasses clinking in rhythm with laughter. Emma sat at a round table with her friends, Marcy, Tasha, and Lauren, cheeks already warm from wine. She tried to keep up with their stories, but as always, the conversation had turned raunchy.
Marcy leaned forward, her grin wicked. “Josh bent me over the kitchen island last night. I swear I thought I was going to split in half. I was dripping down my thighs, and he just kept pounding until I squirted all over him.” Tasha gasped, then giggled. “You’re disgusting.”
“Disgusting? No, baby, that’s heaven.” Marcy licked the rim of her glass. “That’s what it’s like when you’ve got a cock that thick. He ruins me every time.”
Lauren leaned in, eyes gleaming. “Mmm, ruined. Ben had me over the sink last week. He’s not as thick, but long as hell. Hit me so deep I thought I was going to pass out. My legs were jelly for days.”
The women howled, slapping the table. Emma forced a smile, sipping too quickly at her wine. Marcy’s gaze snapped to her suddenly. “What about you, Em? How’s life with Mr. Perfect Husband?”
Emma blinked. “We’re… happy.” “Happy?” Tasha snorted. “That’s not what we asked. We’re talking amazing sex, screaming orgasms. You getting that?” Emma flushed. “We’re fine.” “Fine,” Lauren repeated with mock horror. “Oh, God. That’s a no.” Marcy tilted her head, sharp grin widening. “Wait… you’ve only ever been with Jake, haven’t you?”
Emma hesitated. That silence was damning. The table erupted. “Oh my God!” Marcy squealed. “That’s it. That explains it. Poor little Emma’s only ever had one cock in her life!? Is he small?!” Emma’s face went red. “I.. I never..” “Come on,” Tasha pushed. “How small?” Emma’s chest heaved, humiliation burning. She muttered, barely audible: “Three. Maybe three and a half hard”
The laughter was merciless. Lauren nearly spit her drink. “Holy shit, Em. That’s tiny! No wonder you’ve never had a real orgasm.”
Marcy leaned across the table, eyes glittering. “Girl, you’re practically a virgin. You’ve never been stretched, never been filled so deep you can’t stop shaking, never been dripping down your thighs after. And you know it.” Emma pressed her thighs together under the table. “You guys are awful.” “We’re honest,” Tasha teased. “You’re too young and too hot to spend your whole life with… that. Don’t you want to know what it feels like to really cum? To gush all over a cock so big it makes you scream?”
Emma bit her lip, her silence giving her away. Lauren smirked knowingly. “That’s a yes. You wonder.” Marcy grinned, pouncing. “Then do it. Just once. A hall pass. One night with a real man, and you’ll never have to wonder again.”
Emma’s stomach fluttered. She shook her head, laughing nervously. But the words clung to her like perfume, impossible to wash away. By the time she got home, she was flushed with wine and buzzing with dangerous curiosity.
Back home Jake muted the TV as Emma slipped off her heels and padded into the living room. She looked hesitant in the dim light, cheeks still pink from wine, her hair falling loose around her shoulders.
“Hey, babe,” she said softly. “Can we talk?” Something in her tone made Jake sit up straighter. “Of course. What’s wrong?” Emma curled onto the couch beside him, tucking her legs underneath herself. She fiddled with her fingers in her lap before glancing at him with wide eyes. “Promise you won’t be mad?”
Jake felt his chest tighten. “Emma…” “Promise,” she insisted gently, her voice almost childlike.
He sighed, nodding. “Fine. I promise.” Emma leaned into his side, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Her voice was low, careful. “The girls… they teased me tonight. About us. About… you.”
Jake’s jaw stiffened. “What do you mean?” She hesitated, drawing a breath as if it were hard to say. “They were talking about sex. About how big their guys are, how many times they cum, how wrecked they get. And then…” she trailed off, biting her lip. “They asked about you.”
Jake stared at the blank TV screen. “And what did you tell them?” Emma winced, her fingers curling into his shirt. “I tried not to say anything. Really, I did. But they wouldn’t let it go. They kept pressing and pressing until I… told them.” His throat went dry. “Told them what?” She lifted her head, eyes wide and guilty. “That you… had a small penis….”
The word landed like a blade. “They laughed,” she added quickly, stroking his chest as though to soothe him. “Not to be cruel, but like… it explained things. They said it made sense why I’ve never been stretched, or filled, or dripping after, the way they are.” Jake closed his eyes, shame and anger surging hot through his chest. He could picture them laughing, picture Emma’s cheeks burning as she admitted it.
Emma cupped his face gently, her voice tender. Jake snapped baxk “its not my fault!” “Youre right, It’s not your fault, Jake… You didn’t choose to be that size. But…” she swallowed, her pout returning, “it’s not my fault either. I didn’t choose it, and I can’t help wondering what it would feel like to know what they’re talking about.”
Jake’s stomach twisted, resentment boiling. He hated her friends. Hated the image of them ganging up on her, planting ideas, laughing at him.
But Emma’s expression was soft, her eyes wide with innocence. She wasn’t mocking him, she was confiding.
“Maybe i could have the chance, to learn what they’re talking about, just once…” She asked
Jake snapped back shocked and angry.
Then, slowly, her tone shifted. Softer at first, then playful, then bratty-sweet. “Jakey… don’t you think it’d be hot? I’ve never cum on a huge cock before. Wouldn’t it drive you crazy to know I was screaming, soaking the sheets, dripping all over him and then coming home to tell you every detail?”
His breath caught. “Emma, stop.” She kissed his jaw, her lips warm and sticky from gloss. “Just once, baby. Like a birthday present. My friends already know someone. They said he’s perfect. Hung. Experienced. I just have to say yes.”
Jake turned to her, his face hard. “They’ve set this up already?” Emma nodded innocently, as if she were asking permission to borrow the car. “Uh huh. All I need is your permission.” Jake’s chest was tight with fury. “They had no right!”
Emma pressed her fingers against his lips, silencing him with a bratty grin. “Don’t be mad at them. Be mad at me. I want this.” She swung a leg over his lap, straddling him, her skirt sliding up her thighs. Her voice dropped, bratty and sing-song. “Come on, Jakey… it’s not your fault you’re tiny, but it’s not my fault either. Don’t make me go my whole life without knowing what it feels like.” His fists clenched. “Emma…”
She rocked her hips against him, her pout turning playful. “Pleeeease, Jakey. Just once. I want to know what it’s like to be stretched wide open, to be filled until I’m dripping down my thighs. Don’t you want that for me?” Jake groaned, torn between rage and the sick, humiliating ache between his legs.
Emma kissed him softly, then whispered, bratty and sweet, “Please? Just once. You might even end up liking it.”
His heart pounded. He wanted to say no. Every part of him screamed no. But she was relentless, her pout and her pleading dissolving his resolve piece by piece.
Finally, through clenched teeth, the words came out. “Fine. Once. But you promise me only once.”
Emma squealed, bouncing in his lap, clapping her hands like an excited child. “Yes! Oh my God, yes! Thank you, Jakey!” She peppered his face with kisses, glowing with giddy excitement. “I can’t wait to tell the girls!” Jake’s chest hollowed as she hugged him tight, her body buzzing against his. He had given her what she wanted and it already felt like he’d lost everything.