Re: In praise of Emily

Emily and I are out to dinner at some place that James has booked and paid for in advance. She looks stunning in a leather pencil skirt and matching black blouse. She wears a string of black pearls about her throat that are simple and look so chic. As she has her hair up tonight she looks that bit more severe, that bit more incisive and Madam knows best. Its a good look. She is wearing alluring perfume, something that James loves. This is woven into their shared fantasy world, about our scene. She says that she wears it and James is addicted to the smell of her. I tell her that I want him addicted to the smell of her sex….she whispers, ‘you’re very direct aren’t you…you know about this.’

We have what i call a consolidation chat-these happen after the bigger events within a new relationship. Fucking all night in front of James IS a big event- it is unusual. She would be crazy not to take stock, not to check out how I saw things. This is part of it, the managing of a lifestyle. She starts off, ‘did you enjoy dominating James?’ Its a tough question, perhaps the wrong question for a confident hot wife-but Emily is still learning some things. Answer it too positively and you seem a monster. Say it was just OK and you might not be pressing a sex button for her.

‘Yes….but honestly, because it was about taking you. You are a siren…and as long as this is something you want, something that works your magic with James, I want to go on doing it.’

She smiles warmly-the sexual compliment is welcome.
‘You pulled his rug Jezz…he can’t imagine ever fucking me again…its all tongue now.’
‘Do you mind?’
She answers quickly, her hand touching mine.
‘Oh no…not at all…I prefer it. I don’t want him competing with you. Watching him suck your cock…well’

When Emily blushes it is a full on affair. The idea of that act is too much and she urgently sips some cold white wine.

‘I don’t want to pry too much, take your time, but what’s the buzz for you, regarding James?’

‘Well…I’m a bit rigid in my thinking about how men should be…James never showed much of this submissive thing when we married. He seemed a normal guy. I was content enough. Then he started deferring to me in little ways. I always chose the holidays, the house decor, the parties that we went to. I told him how to dress. ‘

‘How did that feel?’
‘OK, OK, I like to order things, to be in charge. But it crept up on me slowly then, I was my husband’s boss. He seemed…well, pathetic. I started to laugh at him and he didn’t get angry in response. I once said to a girlfriend in front of him, ‘oh James does as he is told, don’t you dear’ and he said ‘yes’. it was disgusting and part of me hated his plasticine ways. It was a terrible few months.’

‘But you got to enjoy humiliating him…it became part of your thing?’
‘No…it was always his thing and i did it out of habit. It was something I told myself I shouldn’t like or do….’
‘But you did’
Another blush.
‘Yes…you know, you see this stuff….I did.’

This ain’t a counselling room and you handle these conversations a little at a time. You take the opportunities when the lady wants to talk some more. Right now that isn’t the time. Emily wants to sink into the delicious affair, for me to be her lover. She needs to submit.

‘Call James’ I say, and tell him that you are sleeping over tonight.’
‘Isn’t that too soon, too much?’ he voice suggests caution, but her eyes long for something else. You have to read both.
‘No……it’s not. But when you call him give him a chore to do. You can reward him tomorrow, wank the guy off’

I watch Emily tap in the numbers. Perhaps she gets off doing as I say, we can check such things out over time. Little by little.
‘it’s me…I won’t be home tonight’ Her voice isn’t as hard as i would like and i give her a frown-raising my hand upwards as if to signal, be upbeat, go for it.
‘No…don’t beg.’
I smile.
‘I want the house cleaned through, stay up if you have to. Just do it James.’
There is a pause…James is making a run of it.
‘James…you will do this….’

The right thing is for her to cut the call dead. But she lingers still listening. I take the phone gently from her pretty manicured hand and hear James babbling about how sexy this is.
‘Did Emily just give you are order?’ Sharp, hard words, almost barked down the phone. Emily is wide eyed.
James whispers, ‘yes sir’ and i put down the phone.

‘You are so certain…its so, so sexy’ she murmurs.

I’m not certain-I’m human, but I must be firm. This is what this is all about. any other bull in this blog should say that…unless they are a a cardboard cut out. This is flesh and blood, real people and not just dirty thoughts. If I don’t steer Emily well, I’m not the contrast guy she so badly needs.
‘Finish your coffee’ I say to her, ‘I want you in my bed.’