1970 - Killer Spouse

Ch 5: Kill or Kiss

The rain poured down relentlessly, soaking Alex to the bone. He wore a hat, concealing his face, and a dark coat that clung to his body. The weight of the gun pressed against his back, hidden beneath his shirt. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the house with the name board "Emma Stewart" displayed prominently. As he muttered under his breath

"I should finish her before she dig about anything more". The lights inside the house were on, casting a warm glow into the night. Alex's pulse quickened, a mix of dread and anticipation surging through him.

He needed that evidence; he had to clear everything up, no matter what. Gritting his teeth, he reached out and rang the doorbell, He stood in front of the door, the rain dripping from his mask and forming small puddles at his feet.

He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, the chime echoing through the quiet night. His other hand gripping the gun tightly behind his back. He stood in front of the door, the rain dripping from his mask and forming small puddles at his feet.

Emma, freshly showered and in a short nightgown that hugged her curves, was startled by the unexpected ring of the doorbell. The house was dimly lit, and the gentle hum of the rain outside created a calming backdrop.

She wrapped a robe around herself, feeling slightly disheveled from the long day. As she opened the door, she was taken aback to see Alex standing there, drenched and looking more intense than she had ever seen him. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his appearance—his wet hair under his hat, his serious expression, and the way the rain clung to his clothes. Alex's heart thumped erratically as he saw Emma. The sight of her—her wet hair cascading down her shoulders and the nightgown that accentuated her figure—made his resolve waver. He had planned on confronting her with cold precision, but the moment she opened the door, his emotions took over.

"Alex?" Emma's voice was a mix of surprise and confusion. She stared at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of emotions.

For a moment, they both stood there, flustered and unsure. The tension between them crackled in the air, charged by the storm outside and the secrets they both harbored. Emma's surprise at Alex's sudden visit was palpable, and Alex's struggle to maintain his composure was evident.

Without thinking, Alex's body moved on its own. He stepped forward, cupping Emma's face in his hands. Her skin was warm and soft against his wet cold palms. Before he could second-guess himself, he leaned in and kissed her, the rain and their surroundings melting away in the heat of the moment.

Emma's initial shock faded, and she responded to his kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck. Alex pushed her inside, kicking the door shut behind them. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed through the hallway, a final barrier between them and the outside world.

They stumbled into the living room, their lips never parting. The intensity of their kiss deepened, a raw and urgent need driving them both. Emma's hands tangled in Alex's hair, pulling him closer, while he gripped her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her nightgown. The rain continued to beat against the windows, a distant backdrop to the storm that raged within them.

Alex's mind screamed at him to stay focused, to remember why he was there, but all he could think about was Emma—her scent, her taste, the way her body pressed against his and especially how she's responding to his touch.

He broke the kiss to nibble gently at her neck, causing her body to tremble and letting out a soft moan. Emma's hands moved to his shoulders, removing his coat, and Alex's hands fumbled with the knot of her robe. As their coats and robes fell to the floor, Alex's control slipped away. He lifted her into his arms and pushed her onto the couch, his body pressing against hers.

Panting heavily, Alex lost himself in the intensity of the moment. His eyes, filled with lust, locked onto Emma's flushed, eager expression. Her gaze traveled over his wet shirt, now transparent from the rain, and her heart raced at the sight of his wet hair clinging to him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Emma's fingers deftly worked at the buttons of Alex's shirt, each pop sounding like a gunshot in the otherwise silent room. The cool air hit his skin, making him shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat emanating from Emma's touch. Her nails grazed his abdomen, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

With every button undone, more of Alex's sculpted torso was revealed. The muscles rippled enticingly under her fingertips, drawing gasps and whimpers from Emma's lips. She finally managed to pull the wet garment off his shoulders, exposing his chest fully. Her hands roamed freely over his skin, tracing the lines of his pecs and abs. Each touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her veins.

As Emma's hands explored his bare flesh, Alex let out a guttural groan, the sound muffled by the sensation of her mouth against his. His own hands wandered lower, slipping beneath the hem of her nightgown to find the softness of her thighs. The smooth skin felt like velvet under his calloused fingertips.

He traced the outline of her legs, inching higher until he encountered the warmth of her inner thighs. With each caress, he grew bolder, daring to venture closer to the center of her arousal. His thumb brushed against the damp fabric covering her core, feeling the throbbing pulse of her desire. The knowledge that he could bring her such pleasure, such need, fueled his own lust even further.

Feeling Alex's hand so close to where she needed him most drove Emma wild with anticipation. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction against his exploring digits. She pulled back slightly from the kiss, panting heavily, her breasts heaving with each breath. She looked up into Alex's eyes, dark pools of desire reflecting back at her. "Don't stop," she whispered hoarsely, her voice laced with desperation. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, as if anchoring herself amidst the whirlwind of sensations.

Alex responded eagerly to Emma's urgent plea, his movements becoming more deliberate, more possessive. He slid his hand underneath her nightgown, finding the slick heat of her pussy, now completely exposed to his touch. His fingers delved into her folds, exploring the wetness that greeted him. He circled her clit slowly, savoring the way her walls clenched around him. Each whimper and gasp from Emma's lips only spurred him on, driving him to delve deeper.

One finger slipped inside her, curling to stroke that sweet spot deep within her. The other continued its torturous circles around her swollen nub, pushing her towards the edge of obliviation.  Emma wants to give him the same feel of heaven as her hand slowly unbuckles his pant. The sensation of Emma's hand wrapped around his hard length was almost too much for Alex to bear. He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through both their bodies. His thrusting finger quickened its pace, matching the rhythm of her stroking hand. He watched her intently, drinking in the sight of her writhing beneath him. Her breasts bounced with each movement, nipples hardened peaks begging for attention. Without hesitation, he leaned down, taking one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

The dual assault on her senses pushed Emma closer to the brink. Her walls clamped down tighter around Alex's probing digit, signaling her impending climax. As Emma moans with a teary eyes and stare at him and begs him in pleasure pain.

"P-please A-Alex..! Stop with all this teasing and just fuck me.."

Alex released Emma's nipple with a wet pop, gazing up at her with a hungry look. He understood her desperate plea all too well. With a swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slick folds.

"As you wish, My love" he growled, before surging forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her welcoming heat.

His hips started moving in a slow grind, setting a rhythm that had them both gasping for air. Each thrust was deeper than the last, stretching her deliciously tight walls around him. The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, punctuated by Emma's high-pitched cries of pleasure. The living room filled with nothing but their warm heat and their pleasurable noises without any thoughts.