Re: In praise of Emily

Emily and I have just spent the last hour in bed-fucking our brains out. I wanted her so bad and especially after she told me about the night away and how she had James do chores this morning. She tells me about the country club, the oh so refined ambience of the place, the cosy seating and comfortable conversation of people who talk the same politics, the same country pursuits and the same wine. It’s a place of like minds, like values and like backgrounds. Its a place where my girl is very comfortable. She went to a private school and a good university, to put it bluntly, though I didn’t know much about it when we first met, she has real breeding. I learn that James is intelligent guy making good. He is worthy rather than wealthy, limited new money compared with old money. I know these things don’t resonate Stateside in the same way, but trust me here in Merry England they do. Sex and snobbery walk hand in hand down many a lane. The world over, there is class, caste systems, things that rank people socially. The connection to sexual ranking, what we do in the cuckold lifestyle is rather juicy-I admit it. I can picture it now, Em as some sort of Lady Chatterley getting it all up with physical me, the savvy dude who masquerades as a game keeper. James is no Lord Chatterley, he’s just a weak husband I guess.

The whole evening, before Duncan took her home to bed was snobbery. There was teasing for sure. Emily enjoyed the surreptitious looks from the other guys. She guessed that they envied Duncan, but folk were far too polite to ask, far to conservative to enquire where could they find a lady such as my girl. I wondered whether James had pestered with questions and she said smiling that he hadn’t. She suspected that I had reinforced the need for discretion. No James had lapped up sticky pussy like a good boy and Em had enjoyed a really hot orgasm on his mouth. She had him lie on the carpet and rode his face, picturing again the tender fucking that she and Duncan had shared.

‘He doesn’t fuck, he makes love’ she teased.
‘And is that pleasant?’
‘Yes…its a nice contrast. I like his tender ways, but it is hard to climax. He’s a bit too light touch may be.’
‘Does he lick your cunt?’
‘Darling!’
‘Well?’
‘Yes he does!’
‘And does he notice that you are, well, shall we say exercised?’
‘Perhaps…perhaps he does. But he is so sweet and he doesn’t ask. He seems to assume that because of how I look I have had lovers. He guesses that I have cheated on James before.’
‘How do you feel about him licking you out?’
‘Well, its sweet, but not so manly.’
‘The French think its manly’
‘Well I don’t!’