Re: In praise of Emily

I have no clear idea whether last night was all about relief that Emily was back, whether it was about the fact that Duncan’s position was clearer or whether it was because James was being especially attentive. Their home was our nest and all was suddenly and completely cosy and warm within it. Emily presented me with the clinic report-all was clear. She was eager to fuck and told me that Duncan understood that he had to be faithful to our circle. He had whispered, ‘I’m obsessed with you’ and she had responded calmly, ‘good, that’s what I expect.’ listening to her update I had this tremendous hard on. I really wanted her, the hot little bitch. I kissed her running my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness of her crotch.

‘How do you manage all this…handling these relationships’ I asked, kissing the nape of her neck.
‘I don’t know… With Duncan I’m the material girl. I am so selfish and madam with him. With James I’m the aloof bitch. With you…well…I’m on heat.’

We are in the kitchen and my mind races. I have Emily bent over the work surface, her pretty little skirt up around her waist, pounding away inside her from behind. She is playful though, gently teasing. It is as if she realises that tonight things must be built to a crescendo. She wants James full engagement in the bonding.

‘Let’s play lollipops’ she suggests and she leads me through to the lounge where James is putting out drinks. He has set the log fire and the place is candle lit. He has soft music playing and everything is right.

We lounge back on the leather sofa, Emily unzips my fly and takes out my already erect member. She waggles my weapon like a banner in the breeze, shooting James this I won’t be denied look and he comes on over. I am not gay, but I have to tell you, the feel of a defeated husband’s submissive mouth around your glans, when his wife has him properly to heel, is bloody mind blowing.

‘Lick Jezz’s balls for him. You really are ridiculous aren’t you. You’re my very own little lap dog.’

I feel a wet tongue over my scrotum. Right now that tickles. But when I am cock base deep in my girl, I love it. I love the fact that James is encouraging my seed sacks- massaging them so they shoot the biggest possible load inside her. This is it. This is the intimacy. This is what is different about our way. This is what doesn’t happen in vanilla sex, the deep, deep intimacy between people.

‘Tell Jezz what you told me earlier sweetie…tell him what you really want.’

Emily strokes his hair. She coos to the guy, smiling and kissing him sweetly on the forehead.

‘Don’t be shy.’

‘I was hoping…I was thinking..’

‘Go on, we are all close here, you know that.’

‘Well, I was hoping you would have Jezz tatooed somewhere on your body. I mean to show..’

‘To show that we are a couple, ‘ smiled Emily, ‘that is so sexy isn’t it.’

I kiss Emily hard. It is such a fucking hot idea right now. I want to own her again. But my girl isn’t some easy sap. She knows that this must be played. She is whispering to James again, but I am the intended audience too.

‘Hmmmn, that would be nice wouldn’t it. But it would need to be discrete. Duncan thinks tattoos are vulgar and not to be shown. That would be OK though wouldn’t it.’

I am so fucking hard about her now. I want her so much! I grab James mop of hair and drag his mouth to her sex. There is barely a moment for Emily to lift her skirt hem and to drag the crotch of her panties to one side. There, James is nicely attached, sucking away at her sex lips. The sensations must be working their magic on Em because she starts to kiss and whisper by turn, our mouths locking and unlocking.

‘James finds it harder licking up cold seed…its so sticky.’

The little bitch is teasing. I know what she means. She is talking about this morning. What she probably had James do before he was sent off to work.

‘Its so much nicer when it is hot and fresh. He likes the smell of it, don’t you sweetie?’
James is too engrossed to answer. He’s like a babe at the nipple-latched on.

‘Jezzer man…he prefers your spunk. You fill me up.’

I kiss her lovely lips. Our eyes are into each other, locked together in a new and eager bond.

‘You are such a bitch!’ I murmur.
‘Yes….but you like it don’t you. You like it that I am seeing Duncan too.’

Hell I don’t…but I do. I’m further forward with that. Right then the conversation could have died.

‘I’m using him and he is using me. That’s how it is darling. I want nice things and nice people, and he needs to be obsessed by a woman without getting burnt by her.’

‘You’re burning him already…he just hasn’t noticed the spit iron down his throat.’

‘No I’m not!’ Emily giggles.

‘You bloody well are. You’re ruling him with your pussy.’

‘Well…that is true. But that’s my habit. Once I controlled James I wanted another to submit.’

‘We have company remember…’ I touch her breasts through the silk of her blouse.

‘Oh he doesn’t mind. He knows he’s back down in the junior league.’

‘I fucking well want you. I want to screw you silly’
‘Good….I want that, I want you to take me.’

I nudge James to one side and his face comes up wet and disappointed. He stares at his mistress wide eyed.

‘Go and sit in the corner like a good boy’ Emily whispers to him.

Grudgingly, oh so grudgingly, he withdraws. I see him sink into the armchair. He reaches inside his pants and i see that Emily has him out on parole. He starts to masturbate and Emily smiles.

Sincerely, its of little consequence to me. He could rub himself raw for all I care. Just as long as he doesn’t get in the way of me enjoying his wife. Right now that’s how I want to see her. His wife, my conquest. She is someone else’s and I am taking her. I plough into her, occupying her sex, pulling open the blouse and ripping off the buttons en route to her hard nipples. There they are, erect and pink. Emily has beautiful big areoles, and pert paps on top. I suck them in turn now, gouging and grinding with my cock.

‘Oh darling..’ words, so few words. The gasps have won the day and we both now share the song. We won’t last very long this first time. There is so much relief here.

‘Fuck, fuck fuck’ James is growling in the corner, tugging sharply on his winky. There, he has lost it. Little beads of spunk shoot into the air and he is groaning. Emily notes the eruption, dismisses it as of little consequence and opens her mouth to me. My tongue slides inside and as he we lock top and bottom our bodies convulse in one terrible tangle. We are grinding into each other as though there is no tomorrow. My spunk is flowing and her sex is siphoning. There, the perfect union, her sex lips tight on my shaft, her thighs quivering. The sacred sexual moment.