Emma and Joe Ch. 03 – Erotic Couplings – Free Sex Story

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Writers note: Read up on Emma and Joe’s beginnings with Meeting Joe Pt 1 & 2, and Emma and Joe Ch. 1 & 2.

I woke in the morning and every muscle in my body was yelling at me. My husband was still snoring, so I grabbed my phone and fired up my chat with Joe. His message was already waiting for me.

Joe: “Good morning”

Emma: “Good morning!”

Joe: “How did you sleep?”

Emma: “Like a rock, I’m all sore this morning. How about you?”

Joe: “I slept really well. Any plans for the day?”

Emma: “Just the usual work stuff. I have to go; people are waking up.”

I sat up in bed, to get the day going, and noticed that even my Pussy was sore from all the activities the day before. I took longer in the Shower than normal, going over my time with Joe, and wondering what his thoughts were. He was still talking to me, so that was a plus at least.

I continued with my workday, randomly checking my chat app. I hadn’t received anything from Joe other than our morning chat, which began making me nervous that maybe I was wrong, and he did not enjoy the previous day. I tried to push the thoughts from my head, and focus on my work, reminding myself that he had work too, and that he had spent the entire morning with me the day before, so he was likely behind on his own work. It wasn’t until later in the evening that Joe was online again.

Joe: “How is your day going?”

Emma: “It’s going ok, taking it easy since I’m pretty sore.”

Joe: “Feel up to a task?”

Emma: “Sure, what are you thinking?”

Joe: “Something easy. A writing task. Write about your thoughts on the last two days, from the time you left home on Monday, until you got home on Tuesday.”

Emma: “Well that’s going to be hard.”

Joe: “Deadline of later tonight before you go to bed. I have to get back to work.”

Emma: “Ok. Hope your day is going well!”

I laid down on my bed on my belly staring at my phone. I didn’t like how vague this task was. Was he wanting how I was feeling? What my thoughts were on what we did? How I thought things went? Ugh. I hated not knowing exactly what someone was expecting, and even more so I disliked sharing my feelings on things. So many times, I’ve shared my feelings with my husband, or one of my ex’s, only to either be yelled at or have my feelings shut down. I wasn’t looking forward to that type of response from Joe.

I logged onto my email and began typing out my email to Joe. It ended up being longer than I expected, as I went through my thoughts on my drive there, things we did, and our morning together. I listed how I spent most of my time naked and went through my thoughts on our morning together. I ended the email with letting Joe know that I was struggling today mentally, and my concerns with if he was disappointed or changed his mind about being with me. As I signed the email, I gave Joe the option of backing out if he had changed his mind. I reread the email a few times before finally hitting send.

All I could think to myself all afternoon was that either Joe would respond that he felt the same and enjoyed our time together, or he would end things. Joe wasn’t back on chat for the rest of the day, until I was in bed later that night.

Emma: “I am heading to bed; I am still tired from yesterday. It was fun thinking about it for the task though. Goodnight (kiss emoji)”

Joe: “I have had a long day myself and will be heading to bed soon. Good girl on completing the task, I will read it in a bit and respond, you will have an email waiting for you in the morning. Goodnight Babygirl (kiss emoji).”

The next morning, I woke up from a reply email from Joe. It stated he had a great time as well. He apologized for not being in contact more, and that he had people around all day or was working with power tools, and unable to chat. He closed it out with saying he wasn’t planning on going away any time soon.

Over the next few days, both Joe and I’s schedule was busy with work and family life, and we couldn’t chat often. Each day went the same with good morning and goodnight messages through chat, and random fleeting moments checking in with one another to see how our days were going. Despite Joe’s reassurance in his email, I still tried to keep my wall up. I was still unsure of Joe’s intentions, and given both of our circumstances, he likely was just looking for some fun and nothing serious.

Finally, the following Monday, we were able to pick up on our tasks again.

Joe: “Good morning, Emma.”

Emma: “Good morning!”

Joe: “Ready to get your next task?”

Emma: “Yes!”

Joe: “Since you have an easy day today, you are to do the following. Get 2 zip ties, you will tighten one around each boob, after 10 minutes you will tighten them 5 clicks. Take pictures each time. After you tighten them, place a clothespin on each nipple, and get your Lush vibrator toy ready to go, and text me a link”

I closed my work laptop and gathered the items I’d need. I had bought the zip ties a week before on a whim as I was at the store and came across them. I thought they would be great as restraints but never thought about zip tying my tits. I took my shirt and bra off, and got a zip tie tightened around each one, waiting the time and sending pictures to Joe via chat each step of the way. By the end, when I was placing the clothespins and sending a link for Joe to control my Lush, my tits were beginning to turn a shade of reddish purple. My Lush began vibrating inside of me as my notifications went off indicating a new message from Joe.

Joe: “Good girl on the pictures Emma, your tits look amazing. I can’t talk right now, but I will continue to control the lush and you can cum twice. After you cum, you should take one more picture of your tits, and then take off the zip ties and clothespins.”

Joe continued to control the Lush, varying between the vibrations going slow and fast. He continued to go back and forth on the speed for several minutes before leaving it on full blast. It didn’t take much before I came twice and took the remaining pictures as he asked. I cleaned everything up and got on with the rest of my day, as the husband and kids would be home soon.

As I laid in bed that evening, my husband continued to pressure me for Sex. I was still Horny from my afternoon task and said yes even though I knew it would not be great. My husband reached over and began kissing me more than normally, though he still played with my tits as if they were stress balls. My afternoon being controlled by Joe was in my mind, and even though I wouldn’t be able to see Joe again for a couple of weeks, bad Sex would be better than no Sex I thought.

My husband continued to kiss me and was fumbling under the blanket. At least, I thought he was fumbling to take his own clothes off, but within seconds he pulled away, groaned, and I realized he had just jerked himself off and came in his hand. My Sex life had hit an all time low.

I was excited to wake up to an email notification that some packages I ordered would be arriving that day. I got a few new thongs, some new ben wa balls, and butt plugs. I snapped pictures of each and modeled each of the thongs before sending the pictures to Joe.

Emma: “Miss your hands on my Ass

Joe: “Your Ass looks great in those babygirl. I think your Ass needs plugged for 30 minutes, taking a picture with the butt plug in, and after you take it out. I expect pictures within the hour.”

Damn, I wasn’t expecting that. I opened the butt plugs and decided on the medium one. I slid my thong to the floor and lubed up the butt plug. I began slowly sliding it in and had to stop several times to let my Ass muscles adjust. Finally, it was fully in and I was enjoying how full my Ass felt. The only thing that would have made it better would have been Joe’s hands on my Ass spanking me. I snapped the pics and sent them off to Joe before packing up everything and hiding it all in a suitcase in my closet. The last thing I needed was questions from the husband.

The rest of the week was uneventful as Joe, and I were both busy. I knew Joe was going on vacation soon with his Wife and wouldn’t be able to chat much.

Joe: “Good morning, Emma, hope your Saturday is going well. As I will be mostly unavailable for the next week, I have the following tasks for you to think about daily. Each day you will find an item in your house that begins with that day of the week and put it in your Pussy before taking a picture and sending it to me. For example, Monday starts with M, Tuesday starts with T, etc…. Also think about what your weeks look like after that, let’s plan to meet up again.”

Emma: “Good morning. That sounds…interesting. Might be a bit hard. I hope you guys have a good trip; I’ll miss chatting with you.”

Each day I had difficulty finding anything that would make for a great picture, as well as would be good to put in my Pussy. I found and send pictures daily of my finds. Monday was markers, I was able to fit 3 total. Tuesday was a toothbrush; Wednesday was a wrench that was too heavy on its own and I had to hold it up with my hand. Thursday was a tablespoon, which I inserted large side first, so the handle was sticking straight out of my Pussy. Friday was the most difficult, so I got creative and did fingers. Saturday, I did a spatula, and on Sunday I capped out the week using my new silicone ben wa balls. I was missing Joe and decided to be flirty on Sunday and made a video of myself pulling the ben wa balls out of my Pussy to send to Joe before going to bed for the night.

Finally, Monday morning rolled around. Once kids were off to school, and husband was at work, I was able to log into chat and my familiar good morning from Joe was already waiting.

Joe: “Good morning, and great job on the tasks. Very creative.”

Emma: “Good morning! And thank you. How was the trip?”

Joe: “It was good, time to unwind. But I missed our chats.”

Emma: “I missed them too. Things have been quiet here. Though my dumbass husband has been looking at pics for the last day online, so I’m sure he’ll be pressuring me for Sex sometime soon again.”

Joe: “Maybe you should make it more interesting?”

Emma: “LOL, he is about as uninteresting as you can get, he makes vanilla look spicy. Besides I’m not sure anyone can make under 3 minutes interesting.”

Joe: “I read a story where the Wife counted the thrusts because it was that bad. Maybe you can do that and keep track, could be a fun game.”

Emma: “Hmm, it would give me something other than the grocery list to think about.”

Joe: “And if you don’t cum from him, you are to go into the bathroom and make yourself cum. I have to get back to work. If it still works for you, we can plan on meeting up next week. I hope the rest of your day is good. (Kiss Emoji)”

Emma: “I hope yours is good too, and hope next week works out well. (Kiss Emoji)”

As expected, later that night my husband started hinting at Sex. It didn’t help my mood that once again he was doing nothing but looking at pictures of other women up until he asked. He always tried to angle his phone away from me, but I could still see. I relented and said yes just to shut him up for another couple of months. It was just easier than him getting in a shitty mood about it. And once again, about a minute of noisy kissing, a few tit squeezes like a stress ball, and then intercourse. There was never any foreplay, and always a need for lube. At least this time I had the game Joe mentioned in my mind. I got up to 17 thrusts before my husband finally came, then rolled over and was back on his phone within seconds. Ugh.

I did as Joe said, and went to the bathroom and made myself cum. I snapped a picture of me rubbing myself. Then logged into chat to send it to Joe.

Emma: “17 thrusts, ugh. Wishing it was your hands here instead of mine. Goodnight. (Kiss Emoji)”

The following week went by quickly. Both Joe and I were busy with work. We had planned to meet again at where we first met and take another hike around the lake. I had already made my escape plan from the house, that I was going for work training again. I did the same as before, wearing some leggings and a t-shirt under my jeans, so that I could at least appear like I was going to a work event.

I enjoyed my 3-hour drive to meet Joe. My thoughts were wandering as usual, unsure of how the day would go or what we could find. Joe called me as I reached the exit and said to meet at a gas station right off the highway as he had to get gas. I pulled up to a pump at the gas station and Joe pulled into the pump beside me. I sat parked, and began scrolling through my phone, waiting for Joe to finish what he needed to do. Suddenly my car door opened, and Joe’s hand entwined in my hair while pulling me into a kiss. I dropped my phone on the floor and brought my hands around his neck to pull him in closer.

“Hi.” I said once we pulled away.

“Hi back at you.” Joe stated while bringing his hand up to pinch my nipple.

“I think your pump just shut off.” I said after hearing the pump click.

“I heard it.” Joe stated while kissing me again, “Do you want to park your car and hop in mine? Or do you want to just follow behind me?”

“I guess I will just follow behind you.” I replied.

Joe went in to pay for his gas and came back out to hop in his truck. I followed Joe for several minutes, and by the 5-minute mark I was kicking myself for not parking and getting into Joe’s truck. Every minute that passed following behind Joe, was another minute I could have been sitting next to him, talking to him, and touching him. All I could keep thinking was ‘Fuck Emma, what a stupid Ass idea saying you’d drive behind him’.

After about 20 minutes, which seemed like forever, we finally pulled into the familiar lake where we spent the first day we met. It was off a main highway, and secluded. I couldn’t help but wonder how Joe knew about it, or how many times he had been there before. I brushed the thought from my mind and pulled in next to Joe as he parked. There was another car there, but they were packing up and getting ready to leave. That was lucky for us.

I began moving things around my front seat and Joe came over and opened my driver’s door. Joe pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me. I laid my head on his shoulder and inhaled deeply. Joe always smelled so good.

“I missed this.” I said while squeezing Joe with my arms.

“I did too.” Joe replied as he pulled my head up and brought me into a kiss, “Let’s go see what we can find.”

Joe took me by the hand and lead me through the tree line that was around the lake. There was the familiar path that we ventured on a little the last time we were here but hadn’t gone very far. We continued to walk for a few minutes, when Joe grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me into a kiss again. I pushed me body into him and could feel through his jeans that he was already hard. Joe took my hand and placed it over his hard cock. As we kissed, I began rubbing up and down the length of his hard cock through his pants.

“Sit on that fallen tree.” Joe stated as he pulled away from me. I stood there, hesitant for a minute, “I’m not going to tell you again Emma.”

I sat down as told and Joe reached down, pulling my shirt up around my neck so that my tits were exposed. He began cupping and squeezing my tits before pinching and tugging at my nipples. Joe undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. Joe’s hard cock poked out of his boxers and was directly in front of my face. I pulled away from Joe’s hands and took him deep in my mouth, wrapping my arms around his legs and settling my hands on his Ass.

Joe grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my mouth away from his hard cock. Spit dripped out of my mouth and onto my bare chest. I looked up at him and grinned. I knew blow jobs weren’t Joe’s favorite. His Wife had pretty much ruined his view on blow jobs, though how you could mess it up on someone who tasted so good was beyond me. The only way Joe could ever describe it when we chatted was the last it was attempted, there was lots of teeth. That comment even made me cringe, but I was determined to try to change his experience in the blow job department. I wasn’t a pro at it by any means, but he tasted amazing and the way he made me feel, made me want to suck him more each time I saw him.

Joe pulled me up from the sitting position I was in, and we continued to walk around the lake. We were hidden in some trees but could still peak through to see the lake and we were now across from the parking lot. I could see as another few people had arrived at the lake and was unloading some kayaks at the boat ramp.

We walked a bit further back towards the trail we came on. Joe came across a tree that was half fallen, and laying horizontally between two other trees, it was around hip height. Joe pushed on the tree a few times before turning around to look at me.

“Hands on the tree Emma.” Joe stated.

I walked over and placed my hands on the fallen tree. I was bent over at about a 45degree angle. Joe walked up behind me, slowly sliding his hands up my back underneath my shirt. Joe reached around and grasped both of my tits before beginning to twist and tease my nipples. Joe’s hips were pressed against my Ass, and I could feel how hard he was through my leggings.

Joe’s hands slid back down to my Ass and pulled my leggings and panties down to my knees. I could hear the people on the kayak splashing around and only half hoped they weren’t near enough to see, thought it might be fun to put on a show, I thought to myself.

Joe picked up a long skinny stick and walked up behind me.

“You’re going to count Emma.” Joe instructed.

No sooner did he say that I felt the sting of the stick on my Ass.

“One.” I replied.

Joe continued to strike my Ass with the stick, and me counting back, all the way up to ten. By count seven my Ass was stinging. I was so turned on, I just stood there hoping Joe would just bend me over further and fuck my brains out, or at least let me give him a proper blow job.

After the count of ten, Joe threw the stick, walked up behind me, and began to rub my Ass. His big hands felt so good on my throbbing skin, I pushed my Ass back into his hands. Joe pushed back, and instead of continuing to rub my Ass, he slid his hand down in between the slit of my Pussy. Joe’s fingers probed to part my slit, and almost immediately found my clit.

“Someone’s a little moist.” Joe stated, as he continued to rub.

It didn’t take long until I began to grip the tree and bite my bottom lip to stifle my moans as I came all over Joe’s fingers. I could see the kayakers on the lake through the tree line as they paddled closer. Joe turned me around and pushed two fingers in my mouth.

“Good girl.” Joe said, as he pulled up my leggings with his other hand.

“You taste better.” I replied while grinning at him.

We followed the trail back to our vehicles.

“How about we go sit in my SUV, and cool off?” I asked, “I’m starting to get sweaty, and no one wants to see that.”

“You look great.” Joe replied.

We climbed into the backseat of my SUV; I had already laid the seats down in the back prior to my drive down.

“This seems premeditated.” Joe said jokingly.

“Maybe it is.” I replied while smirking.

Joe climbed in behind me, and the back of my SUV was just long enough for us to lay down. The A/C was going full blast and the cool air felt great on my Hot skin. Even though I was warm, I laid my head on Joe’s chest. Joe reached down and unbuttoned his shirt, which made it even better, so I could reach up and run my hand through his chest hair.

There were no other people around, and the kayakers disappeared somewhere on the lake. I began rubbing my hand up and down Joe’s chest, slowly making my way to his stomach and then thighs. I trailed my fingers up and down the outside of his thighs, and then the inside of his thighs, resting my hand over his hard cock.

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