A night of one sided passion

Emily cooks up the risotto and begins to convince herself that this is a good idea, I mean Emily never got much from sex so it would be an interesting experiment to see if she would enjoy it more with a larger cock than Martins. It's not long before Martin returns with his now repaired laptop, Emily pours Martin a glass of wine "dinner will be ready soon babe" she says. Emily feels a pang of guilt as she cooks, she knows that this would be something Martin wants but why does she still feel guilty.

They settle down for a romantic meal together, Emily tries to focus on the moment but she still can't shake that feeling of guilt over her plans and lie. Martin does pick up on the unusual atmosphere, "is everything ok?" He inquires, Emily knows in her heart she should come clean and tell Martin everything about what she saw and the plan. "Yeah I'm fine just.... Can we make love tonight?" She asks shifting gears, Martin is taken aback "what?" he asks wondering where this came from, "just can we? Please it's important for me" Emily says her gaze unwavering as she stares at Martin imploring him to agree. "Um yeah sure, you wanna tell me what this is about?" Emily shakes her head, "I can't. It's just important to me" she admits, Martin studies his wife, deciding to just trust her, "ok".

The second that Martin puts his fork down after their meal, Emily is on him grabbing his arm and yanking him to his feet, practically dragging him to their bedroom "come on" She says with a voice tinged with **** urgency. It was easy for Martin to forget because Emily was so gentle but Emily was stronger than him, his lack of muscle allowing Emily to pull him effortlessly.

Once in the bedroom Emily pulled Martin in for a passionate kiss her tongue invading his mouth, whether it was due to surprise or a lack of confidence, Martin didn't return the passion being more like a passive bystander being kissed than an active participant. As they part Martin could swear he saw a flash of disappointment in his wife's eyes, but he doesn't get more than a glimpse as Emily pushed him forcefully onto the bed. "Woa- What's gotten into you?" He ask barely recognising his wife in this lustful state, Emily doesn't answer instead she deftly undoes Martin's pants and yank them down along with his underwear exposing his small cock.

Emily wastes no time, undoing her own pants then straddling Martin, she guides his cock to her entrance then sinks down onto his two inch member. Emily immediately begins moving seeking friction, Martin had never had sex like this, usually Emily would lie on her back and he would dictate everything but right now Emily had him pinned quite literally and she was in charge. "Ugh wait slow down" Martin pleads as this pace was not something he was accustomed to as Emily rode him as hard as she could "WAIT UGHHHHHHHHH!" Martin cries out as he cums, he had lasted maybe thirty seconds if that. Emily looked down at Martin, as usual she had never came not that Martin had ever made her cum, in fact Emily had never came from sex. As Martin's small cock slip from Emily and his hot cum drip out of her, Martin looks up at his wife studying her face. He didn't know what this was about but it was clear that whatever this was, Emily had got her answer.

"That was great" Emily says "thank you baby", Martin was relieved to see his wife back to 'normal' after whatever that was but there was just something in the way she looked at him, the usual spark behind her eyes just wasn't there. Martin considers saying something but before he can Emily climbs off of him "I'm gonna get a shower, you mind cleaning up downstairs babe" she says cheerily as she walks to the bathroom, "uh yeah sure babe".

"It was nothing, I'm overreacting" Martin thinks to himself as he does the dishes from their risotto, "she was just horny and needed to fuck", yet despite his reassurances he can't help but feel like something was off... Something has been off all day. Martin stews on this thought for a while but it's soon forgotten as he falls asleep with Emily spooning him, Martin being reassured by his own conscious that this is nothing to worry about just an odd day that will honestly be forgotten in the big picture of his life.