Dan feels more open and aroused after the second Dose and Emma plays her Game

Embarrassed, I took my glass and tipped it down in one fell swoop. I did not notice the strange side taste at all. I had such a dry mouth that I just had to drink something. Emma raised an eyebrow and smiled. Gently she put one hand on mine and I felt the warmth of her fingers as she gently, almost imperceptibly, stroked the back of my hand.

"Dan. Not so hasty. You don't want to spoil our evening. I mean, I don't have a problem with that but I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to carry you to your room. "She smiled, and I laughed embarrassed.

"As far as I remember, that's my job."

"What is it exactly? To get me drunk or to carry me into the room?" she smiled softly, and her eyes looked at me so intensely that I was captivated.

"Both!" I said and could not believe what I had said. "I mean ... if ... that was my goal!" I tried to save myself and Emma just nodded calmly and understandingly. But then she took her glass, saluted me, and then tipped the glass down in one fell swoop.

"I guess I'll just have to keep up with you," she laughed and placed the glass powerfully on the table, opening her eyes and waving her hand in the air. "Heaven! That really hits the spot," she laughed and grinned. "Now you'll go and get the stuff," she said and handed me her glass.

Embarrassed, I took it and stood up slowly. The bulge in my pants was hard to miss and I cleared my throat embarrassed when I realized Emma had noticed it. But she passed it over with a smile and looked up at me. She just nodded understandingly, and I went to get new glasses. I made a detour to the bathroom and poured ice-cold water over my face. The shock helped me to clear my head.

"Geez Dan! What's wrong with you? You are married and happy! Emma has no intention of seducing you!" I said to myself and threw water on my face again. I stayed for a moment and then went back with two glasses. Emma seemed lost in thought as she stared at her cell phone and didn't notice that I was approaching. As I stood next to her, I looked over her shoulder at the display. There I could see exactly the image I had just picked out. Emma in a hot looking silver swimsuit. Surely an incredible sight when she stood in front of you like that.

I sat down next to her and she flinched. "Oh... you're here?" she said embarrassed and turned the phone over hastily.

"I thought you liked the picture so much?" I smiled, and she sighed.

"It wasn't the picture, it was a memory of the photo shoot." She said dreamily and closed her eyes. I couldn't resist looking directly at her chest. Was I wrong, or could I suddenly see her nipples through the dress? Was she aroused, too? I let my eyes wander over the edges of her dress, along those unimaginably hot breasts. Deeper into the neckline and wondering what it would be like to hold these full breasts in my hands. The chain was right between her tits and I eagerly searched for traces of a bra but couldn't find any. That meant she was not wearing anything under this dress. You only had to pull the small straps off her shoulder and these two breasts would be free. Then I would be able to see her hard nipples. They seemed quite hard and stiff.

Suddenly, as if out of the blue, I felt her hand on my neck. A pleasant shiver ran down my whole body as I felt her long fingernails gently caressing my neck. I was paralyzed and could neither move nor look away. The strokes went straight through my body and gathered in my cock. He was throbbing like crazy and wanted a hand to spoil him.

"I wanted to thank you Dan. For everything! You really are an excellent friend! The best I ever had." She said, and then she ran her thumb across my neck. Even if I wanted to say something back, I was so lost in that feeling that I could just nod. "I'm slowly getting the impression that it's not the necklace you like so much," she smiled slowly and ran her hand down her neckline. The red painted fingernail followed the contours of her dress exactly and then slid deep into the neckline where she made it disappear easily between her tits.

"I'm... so sorry Emma... I just... noticed..." I stammered, and she pulled the finger away and put it on my mouth.

"I know Dan. It "s okay. And I'm really, sorry. I just told you about the photo shoot. Well... let's just say I’d better stop thinking about it before other people realize how much this memory .... arouses me," she said in a smoky voice and my curiosity was ignited.

"What... happened there?" I asked in a dry voice and she looked at me amused.

"I don't think you should hear this, Dan." She smiled and toasted me.

"What if I do want to hear it?"

"Then I would first ask how well-behavedly I should answer you! This is my last warning!" she winked.

"Oh... just spill the beans!" I laughed, anxious for my composure.

She bent down to my ear and whispered softly while I was literally drowning in her scent and her perfume bewitched my nose and dulled my senses.

"I let the photographer fuck me. That was the first and only time I did that! I always kept a distance from them and wanted to be professional, but this man... wuhuuuuu he just had that certain something! I just couldn't say no! Luckily, I wasn't married then," she grinned and sat up straight again and then cleared her throat embarrassed and took another sip from her glass. "There. Now you know what happened. Happy?"

"Mhmm... yes... Just... what did he look like? And why didn't it work with him?"

"What he looked like? About your height... and yes... he was a lot like you. Both on the outside and in his manner. Maybe that's why I liked you from the first moment I saw you! Only you're much more decent than him. A young, needy model seduced!" she laughed sniffly and I smiled embarrassed. "but I can tell you... it was just the best sex I ever had! on a hot beach... in the swimsuit... whoo-hoo that was really... awesome!"

"Oh... in my youth... I wasn't so... decent!" I said and either the wine had loosened my tongue, or I had just gone insane! Why the hell did I even jump on the subject! It wasn't as if I was married or had stared at my best friend's tits several times and got caught doing it. NO! Not only had she told me about how she had been fucked on the beach by a photographer who was very similar to me. Now I also had to pour oil on the fire. If only I had just kept my mouth shut. Of course, Emma jumped on it immediately and turned curiously to me. She put one hand on my thigh and tapped me shortly afterwards.

"Now you have to tell me what you mean," she laughed and beamed at me with those eyes that would surely haunt me in my dreams tonight.

"Uh... yes... I'm just saying... that I..."

"Did you have many women before Ria?"

"Well... actually, no. Ria is my first love and also the first woman I had sex with." I admitted that.

"So much for your wild youth, huh?" she laughed, and I laughed with her. It was a liberating; loud laugh and we were aware that many were looking at us.

"Okay. Gotcha. I really haven't had much experience," I admitted laughing and she smiled cheekily.

"Never mind. But you have found a woman with whom you are happy. Did you ever... well... were you ever tempted..." she said, and her tone of voice became a little... insecure... sadder... and yet for a moment I thought something... curious to see.

"Cheat on her?" When Emma nodded, I wanted to answer with a clear, decisive no, but I didn't want to hurt her. Besides, that would be a lie. A few minutes ago, I had been staring at her tits and wondering what it would be like to lick them! Wasn't that already cheating? Where did cheating start?

"That... depends... on... how you define cheating I think. I have never tried to hit on another woman or anything... but... yes... of course... every now and then... I see a good-looking woman and... well... but... no!

"Shall we play a game? Close your eyes!" she said, and I shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes. "Now describe your dream woman to me!" she laughed.

Unnoticed by me, she had turned her cell phone around again and started an app that started a recording.

"My dream woman?"

"Yes, exactly! What does the perfect woman look like for you? One that you would like to have in bed," she encouraged me and put the phone on the table in front of me so that I could be heard clearly.

"Well... Well..." I tried to imagine my wife. With her beautiful black hair, that gentle smile and her petite figure. The beautiful, soft breasts and her loving eyes. I tried to imagine her riding me gently and tenderly, holding my hands.

"Blonde!" I heard myself saying suddenly. I saw it right before my eyes. A hot blonde...in a silver, tight swimsuit...her thick, sexy fuck tits clearly visible under the wet fabric. Her nipples aroused as they pressed through the silver swimsuit... a cutout deep enough to press his cock between these two hot tits. I saw it clearly as she came out of the water... soaking wet... her hair shimmered wet as it fell over her shoulders. "I... think... a blonde... with... proper. breasts!"

"How tall?" she asked me and smiled diabolically.

"Oh... I think at least C or D... but not much bigger! But of course, they should look firm and rounded!"

"Okay... go on." She asked me.

"Well... I like tall women. With long legs... and... dress accordingly!"

"What did you have in mind?" she smiled and while my eyes were still closed she reached into her bag and poured the third dose into my glass.

"Well... it depends... where you are... so the beach... a swimsuit!"

"You seem to like swimsuits. Strange. Most men like bikinis. Easier to take off! But not you. Or did my photo inspire you?" she grinned, and I shrugged.

"Well... you have to admit it looked pretty... seductive. At least the photographer enjoyed it." I swallowed.

"Oh yes! He did. I can assure you of that. So, I say we hold on. Your dream girl is a tall blonde with big breasts and a bathing suit? Which one of these two here?" she grinned and wiped her cell phone. In one picture hers was on the other Pamela Anderson. I opened my eyes and looked at the two photos. Of course, I didn't notice that the app was running in the background.

I laughed "More yours!" and she bumped into me again and took her cell phone with a grin on her face. But as soon as I had finished my drink, I was overcome by a slight tiredness. I yawned uncontrollably, and she laughed as she looked at the clock.

"Heavens! Already so late? Maybe you should go to bed, huh?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know where that suddenly comes from either. Heaven..." I tried to say before I yawned again.

"Go to your room and sweet dreams," she said amusedly. "Always listen to me! After all I am your boss!"

"Yes boss!" I said and felt that she was right. Why was I suddenly so terribly tired? I just made it to my room. I stripped my clothes and fell into bed dazed. Here, all alone, I grabbed my cock, which had only got harder and started to jerk off. To my shame, I didn't imagine that I was fucking my wife, but rather imagined what it would be like if Emma came in and fucked me now. Unfortunately, my eyes closed before I had the redeeming orgasm.