He is fighting the temptation

"Oh, boy." I just thought when I listened to her tease. Even if Emma hadn't answered my question, the way she had answered was making it worse. Yes, it was too much that I knew she had a dildo, but did she have to continue to tease e saying that she hadn't used it today? To put that picture of naked body fucking herself with the plastic cock? I felt so confused that I drank the coffee all at once and I didn't even care about the temperature and strange taste. Anything was better than answering this statement now. It would have come out as nonsense again anyway! She looked at me and laughed happily.

"Not so fast Dan! You'll burn yourself! I told you it's hot!" Emma laughed and then got up. "Shall I bring you another? Or is a cup enough to get you going?"

I looked up at her, now that she was standing right in front of me, and suddenly I had a knot in my throat. I suddenly noticed so many details about her. The black jeans were very tight. It clung to her long, elegant legs as if it had been made just for her body. It looked incredibly good on her, as if her legs were painted black. No zipper, but buttons kept it closed. A narrow belt was curved around her waist and kept the black blouse under control. It looked incredibly sexy on her.

The blouse was shiny black, probably satin. I continued to travel along the base of her belly to her breasts. The blouse was tight, and the outline of her bra was visible. I followed these contours a little... from her left breast... between her breasts... and then to her right... before I tore loose... to her lips... who were smiling sinfully.

Her beautifully curved nose... then the eyes... which didn't really look at me... but looked down on me... I saw her lips open... her tongue slowly, seductively and full of sinful promises, moving across her lips to wet them.

Only then did I follow her gaze and see that it was directed at my trousers... or rather the bump that had formed there while I was exploring her body.

I looked up at her again and our eyes met. I looked deep into her eyes and she looked back just as intensely.

I could see the desire in her eyes, how lonely she was.

I seriously wondered at that moment if she would resist her own lust and desire if I would grab her now and kiss her. Would she be strong enough to resist her lust?

Because I could see clearly that she wanted me. The way she had looked at my bulging trousers.

I could seduce her right here and now. Soften her loneliness! I would be able to spoil her gently... and then, when she was ready, I would do it like a wild animal!

Without me noticing, my hand was on her backside. She did not even flinch... she just let it happen. I could feel her bottom clearly in my hand... I rubbed my hand over the jeans she was wearing and then I pulled her towards me.

For the first time our eyes separated. She just let herself be pulled onto me and then I felt her weight on my body.

She squatted on me with her legs apart and my excitement pressed against her abdomen. Her gaze returned to mine when she was freed from surprise and she looked at me even more desperately now.

Suddenly I was no longer sure if it was me who seduced her or me who was the seducer.

I could feel her slowly starting to move and her abdominal pressure on my abdomen only grew more. I was sure that I would lose control any second and both hands from me moved to her bottom and pressed it against me as her lips approached mine.

"Dan..." she breathed sensually and with a voice that went through my marrow and leg. "Fuck me" she hissed suddenly as she ripped open her blouse and pulled my head between her breasts.

I immediately felt her warm flesh and tasted it by pressing my lips against her again and again. "Dan! DAN!! Heyyy EARTH to Dan" she suddenly said, and I felt someone shaking me.

I shook my head in confusion and saw her smiling gently at me... looking down at me. She was still fully dressed and had an amused grin on her face.

"Well? Back at my place?" she asked me, and I looked around in bewilderment.

"Oh... I think I was in my thoughts for a moment! What... did you ask?"

"Do you want another coffee?" she smiled at me and I just nodded awkwardly.

I followed her gaze and as soon as she was gone I ran to the bathroom and poured icy water on my face, just to be able to think clearly again. What was wrong with me suddenly?

I wasn't usually like this!

I had never looked at another woman or anything. Okay. NEVER was perhaps exaggerated now, but certainly not in the way it was with Emma right now. I shook my head violently and tried to concentrate, to think about something else, but my thoughts kept wandering back to her, to her body and all sorts of wild things that I could hardly admit to myself.

I returned a little more confident and did not find Emma back yet. I followed her into the kitchen where I found her sitting in a corner crying. Immediately, all my worries were gone, and I went to her. I sat down beside her and took her head in my arms.

Now I didn't think about what my wife would say, nor how it would affect anybody as they sat there. She wrapped her arms around me and I pressed her body against mine.

All I really wanted to do was give her a shoulder to cry on, some warmth and comfort, but I could just go around enjoying her body in my arms. I gently stroked her shoulder and felt the warmth and softness of her skin even through her Cloth. I could feel her trembling breasts by my side... how they pressed against me... soft... soft... warm...

Again, I had to shout into my head that she was just on the ground, that she confided in me and showed me her most **** side.

Emma poured out her heart to me, told me how bad she had felt after the separation, how she had been plagued by doubts. She even revealed to me that she had thought about starting an affair with someone just to feel loved again.

She told me all this while pressing her head to my chest and sobbing loudly. She hadn't done it in the end and that had gnawed at her even more. She told me about the guilt she felt towards her ex-husband. She had convinced herself that it was her fault and that she hadn't made love to him enough.

Just talking about it made my blood boil!