Read Novel Full Chapter 615: Emily - The Horny Wife
Chapter 615: Emily - The Horny Wife
"Baby," I murmured, my lips grazing her neck, my teeth nipping the tender skin. "I like the burn."
I lowered the phone, angling the shot just right—her chest heaving, nipples taut under my palm, the crotchless panties twisted in her fingers like a dare. The call connected.
Emily snatched the phone, flipping to selfie mode while I loomed behind the rear lens, a shadow with a front-row seat to her unraveling. Now I was standing between Emily and the mirror, with Emily talking to her husband with a selfie camera.
Emily’s lips split into a slow, wet smile, her tongue tracing the curve of her upper lip before she purred into the phone: "Hi, Honey..." A beat. Her gaze flicked to mine—dark, knowing—before dragging back to the screen.
"God, I miss you, darling..." The crotchless panties molded to her mound as she pressed them there, fingers splaying the lace over the flush of her skin. "Help me pick something new...?" Emily switched the camera to rear and turned the phone toward the hangers on the door of the changing which were holding all her panties and bras.
Victor’s voice crackled through, distracted: "Hey, Emily—I’m in the middle of—" Then he saw. The panties. Her. His breath hitched into silence.
Emily let the lace slither from her fingertips like a discarded secret, her eyes already locked onto the rack with predatory focus.
The fishnet thong gleamed under the store lights, the diamond mesh wicked and unyielding, designed to cut and cling in all the right places. She plucked it free, holding it up between us like a challenge.
"This one...?" Her voice was sugar-coated arsenic, slow and syrupy, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. She tilted her head, the picture of false innocence, but her thighs pressed together just a little too tightly, her breath already shallow.
A pause. A slow, deliberate blink, her lashes sweeping down like a curtain before the main act.
"Or..."
Her fingers traced the open-crotch set, dragging a single nail along the empty slit of the panties.
The fabric whispered under her touch, the sound obscene in the quiet of the lingerie section. "...the one that saves you the trouble?" She smirked, but it wavered—because she knew. I knew. And in three seconds, Victor was going to know something was wrong.
The phone buzzed again, Victor’s voice spilling through, already thick with suspicion. "Em? You still there?"
She jolted, nearly dropping the panties, but I caught her wrist, my grip firm. "Answer him," I mouthed, moving my lips without making a noise, my thumb circling the inside of her wrist, right over her pulse.
"Y-yeah, I’m here," she stammered, but her voice was too high, too bright, the kind of voice that screams guilty. "Just... looking at options."
"Options?" Victor’s laugh was tight. "Since when do you need options? You usually just—"
"You just buy the first thing you see and hate it later?" Victor said, and my lips brushed her ear. Emily’s nails dug into her palm, her free hand clenching the fishnet like a lifeline.
"I... I just want something... special," she lied, her voice wobbling.
"Special," Victor repeated, and I could hear the shift in his tone—the realization that something was off. "What’s that noise? Are you in a store?"
Emily’s eyes flicked to me, panicked. I grinned, slow and dangerous, then smacked her ass—hard.
CRACK.
The sound exploded through the phone line, sharp and unmistakable.
"Ah!" Emily hissed, her body jerking forward, her hand flying to her mouth like she could stuff the sound back in. The phone trembled in her grip, Victor’s voice spiking:
"Emily?! What the hell was that?!"
"Drop something," I mouthed, my hand already sliding up the back of her thigh, under her dress, my fingers brushing the damp heat of her panties.
"I—I knocked over a... a display," she lied, her voice strained. "Just... clumsy."
"Clumsy," Victor echoed, disbelief thick in his voice. "You don’t do clumsy, Em. What the fuck—"
I smacked her again—lower this time, right where her thigh met her ass, the sting making her gasp.
"Say something normal," I growled, my fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, yanking them aside. "Now."
"The-the lighting in here is weird," she blurted, her hips itching to rock back against my touch. "Makes everything look... different."
"Different how?" Victor’s voice was steel now, the first real crack of anger.
I didn’t wait. My fingers slid between her folds, two at once, no warning.
Emily’s knees buckled, a whimper tearing from her throat—
"I—I mean—!" She choked, her free hand slapping over her mouth, her eyes wide and wild. The phone slipped in her grip, the angle shifting—just enough that if Victor was paying attention, he’d see nothing but the ceiling.
But he wasn’t paying attention. Because I curled my fingers inside her, deep, and Emily moaned—loud, desperate, the sound raw and unfiltered—
"EMILY?!" Victor roared, his voice cracking like a whip.
She froze, her body locked around my fingers, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "I... I’m fine!" she squeaked, but it was too late—he knew. He knew something was wrong, even if he didn’t understand yet.
I didn’t stop. My thumb found her clit, circling, pressing, while my fingers fucked her slow and deep, her juices slick on my skin.
"You’re lying," Victor snarled. "What the fuck is going on?!"
Emily’s nails bit into her palm, drawing blood. "N-nothing!" she gasped, her hips betraying her, rocking into my touch. "I just—ah!—tripped—"
I smacked her again—harder, the sound echoing—
CRACK.
"GODDAMN IT, EMILY You are lying—!" Victor roared.
"I swore!" she cried, her voice breaking. "It’s—it’s nothing—"
"Tell him," I growled, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell him you’re a good girl who never lies."
Her whole body shuddered, her pussy clenching around my fingers. "I.... I-I’m a good girl," she whimpered, but it sounded like a confession.
Victor didn’t buy it. His voice was low, lethal. "You’re lying. And when I get home, you’re gonna tell me the truth."
I chuckled, my fingers picking up speed, her moans getting louder, messier—
I mouthed, my teeth grazing her neck.
Emily’s eyes rolled back, her body tensing—
"Or I’ll—" Victor started, but she cut him off with a broken sob, her orgasm crashing over her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her legs shaking—
"Aaaaaaaah hmmm..," she gasp, the words torn from her, desperate, true, ruined.
The phone clattered to the floor. Victor’s voice still spilling from the speaker— "Emily?! EMILY—!"
But she was past hearing him. Because I was already unzipping my pants. And the next sound he heard? Was the wet, filthy noise of me sliding inside his wife.