Funny games with Emma

"Em, are you there?"

My eyes flew to Emma, who ceased her masturbating to smirk at me. For a horrible second that seemed to stretch for an eternity, neither of us said anything.

"I'm here Jess!" She called, eyes still locked on me, "I'm just getting changed..."

I could feel my heart ready to push up and lodge in my throat. What the fuck was she playing at? Before I could give voice to my complaints Emma gestured over to me. I hesitated at first, but there was something about the look in her eye that mesmerised me.

"C'mon," she whispered harshly, spreading her legs in invitation. Her pussy was glistening and waiting for me but I couldn't discard the very real sense of danger. Seeing my hesitation, Emma grasped my hand and guided it to her slit. "We can keep this a secret," she said, hurriedly moving my hand to rub her, "just fuck me good and Jess can stay in the dark."

Footsteps sounded in the hall as Jess approached, and my ears began to pound with each heartbeat. "So is everything ok Em?" She stood near the door, "You got my text right, about watching Sam for a few hours?"

Me and Emma locked eyes again, a deep challenge within her gaze that seemed alien on her normally friendly face. This was crazy, but I began to press two of my fingers in and out of her depths, delighting a little at how her expression shifted as I worked her closer to orgasm.

"I...uh....yeah, definitely," Emma cleared her throat, "definitely got the...the...text. And...it's ...it's fine, it's ...Jesus...so, so fine!"

"Are you sure?" Jess sounded pretty concerned. "You gonna be ok with him?"

I gave Emma a sharp look, curling my fingers inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhh yep!" She said urgently, "Just...ahh...just set him down in the living room," she swallowed back a moan, "He can...finish watching the Lion King..."

There was a pause. "Ok, I'll go do that..."

Her footsteps receded and I could faintly hear Jess turn on the tv, flicking through the channels.

Emma got up from the bed and went over to the door, opening it a crack to peak out. I followed behind, sick with lust and focused on the way her ass moved with every step. Standing behind her, I freed my dick and lined myself up into her warm confines.

The warm, wet pressure that greeted my cock was a divine experience and it was all I could do to muffle my groan of rapt pleasure. Emma however, couldn't contain herself and let out a throaty moan that echoed through the house.

I started to thrust away, lost in my own pleasure as I took it from the pregnant woman before me. There was something intoxicating about it, the feeling that I had come to completely own Emma and that she existed to bare my children. I couldn't really understand it, but it was both madness and power that seemed to flow through me.

Footsteps returned and suddenly Jess' voice cut through my haze of lust, ceasing my actions.

"Emma, are you ok? I thought I heard..." the floorboards creaked as she shifted her weight, "well, I don't know what I heard."

I was stunned when Emma not only responded to my wife, but actually put her head out the door a little to face her.

"I just...stubbed my toe...really bad," She wore a pained smile, "it's...a struggle ...getting these tight...tight...jeans on."

"Um..." Jess sounded pretty put off, "ok...are you sure you're alright? You're acting...weird."

Despite pangs of guilt, I was swallowed up in an ocean of lust. The thought of Emma looking Jess right in the eye as I fucked the daylights out of her was an incredible notion and I began to thrust harder into the woman. Delighting as she struggled to contain herself.

"I'm......ahhhh....I'm fine," she held onto the edge of the door with white knuckle intensity, "just a little..frazzled this morning. I'm about to go have a shower and then me and Sammy can...hang...ah...out."

Doubt filled Jess' voice, but reluctantly she agreed. "Ok, well, drop him over at three, maybe by then I'll have caught a decent amount of sleep. Thanks again."

I gripped Emma's hips and thrust myself in to the hilt, loving the way her body trembled. She bit her lip to contain herself, but forced another smile.

"Annnnny...time!"

We both made love slowly as her footsteps faded into the distance but once the door closed we threw caution to the wind. I pushed Emma down onto her hands and knees and fucked her with abandon.

"Christ you're a whore," I grunted as I pounded into her, "trying to get off when my wife was right there!"

Emma threw back her head and laughed breathlessly. "I am a whore, I'm your whore! So help me do what I was made for!"

I grasped her neck and turned her to face me, kissing her furiously. Our tongues dances as our genitals smashed into each other, the bedroom echoing with the hungry sounds of primal fucking. I couldn't say how long it lasted, but eventually our coupling reached its conclusion and I erupted inside her, feeling my dick send pulse after pulse of cum into her depths.

Minutes past and my lungs were burning, but eventually I got the strength to get myself together. I didn't even spare Emma a glance, choosing to instead go into her living room to check my son, who was sitting happily watching an animated warthog sing. This was a pickle.

I needed to get Emma out of here, but I had to do so without her husband or my wife suspecting anything.

"Is he doing ok?" Emma asked, standing beside me. She had the good sense to wear clothes this time. "He loves this movie."

It was hard to really guess what the hell was going on with Emma. I didn't know how this curse shit worked, but while it turned Beth into a drooling sex fiend, Emma seemed pretty lucid now. The look she was giving Sammy was...warm.

"You're looking a lot less...." I grasped for the words, "sex-crazed."

Emma blushed lightly, looking away. "I...don't know why I did that, just...in that moment I needed you," she frowned lightly, "It was a horrible thing to do. We're both married and Jess has been so nice to me. I was...it was like I was rubbing her face in it. I'm not that kind of person. I can't help it though. Sometimes I look at you, and it's all I can think of. I feel like I'm on something, like I'm out of my mind on the worlds greatest drug."

Her hand came to rest on her swollen stomach. "And then there's this. I should be freaked out, you know? But I'm not. If anything I feel happier than I've ever been. I always wanted kids, but Thomas was hesitant and now...it's like, I'm fulfilled?"

I was chewing on that for a beat. What was different about Beth? Did this weird dick magic work differently on different people? A world of madness, that was what I was in.

"Em," I turned to look her straight in the eye, "why did you break into my house last night? Obviously I'm not going to complain too much, but you've got to realise that was crossing a line."

She looked genuinely ashamed at that and despite myself I felt a pang of sympathy for her.

"I couldn't help it," she replied weakly, "after you went home...I don't know, I couldn't stop thinking about you," tears filled her eyes, "I was just sick of laying in an empty bed next a man who doesn't want to start a family with me. It's all I've ever wanted Ben...and something deep inside told me that if I went to you...I'd get it."

A sigh escaped my lips. "Well, I'm just as lost with all this shit as you are, but you can't stay here. If Thomas walks in and sees you nine months pregnant he's going to ask questions that we can't answer," I glanced back at Sam, making sure he was still watching his cartoon, "I think I know of a place where you can lay low for a few days."

Emma didn't exactly like it, but she had no real choice. We took Sammy, whose two year old mind was somewhat confused but also delighted by the sudden appearance of his dad, and drove separately to Beth's place. It was big enough to house a few people, and Beth was submissive enough that she'd probably go along with anything I'd tell her.

Emma made some BS excuse to Thomas about having to visit an old friend from college dealing with mental health issues, and he seemed to buy it without complaint. The cracks in that marriage ran deeper than I first assumed. I would take Sammy back home with me, getting back from work early and incorporating Emma's story into my own.

But of course all those plans went out the window when I opened the front door to Beth's house, only to be greeted by a twelve year old girl who looked the spitting image of Beth. She frowned at me cautiously.

"Daddy?"