Re: In praise of Emily

Sunday now-and breakfast. James didn’t sleep so well. Mags looks drowsy but so content. She is back in the leather hot pants and boots and I want to fuck her again. What guy wouldn’t!

Emily wants the Sunday newspapers today so she takes Mags with her in the Porsche to collect them. They will talk, I know that. They will cap the party, reviewing what was so sexy about it.

James is sorting out the breakfast, what we call here ‘the full English’. I can smell fresh coffee being brewed.

‘You serious what you said last night CC…about going exclusive with Mags?’

‘Yeah…you reach a stage. Right now…I like you, your lady and I really like Mags. She is the hottest mature woman I have ever seen.’

Its a really indelicate thing, and I hope readers of this thread will forgive me, but I know how some black bulls think. The odd one is on a mission.

‘You can’t breed her man. You can’t you see. And anyways…I’m too fond of her to see her messed around on a quest.’

CC looks at me askance.

‘I’ve done the math man. i’ve done all that in my head, as I was driving up. Last night…last night though confirmed things. Mags could be so good for me. We could be so good…long term.’

‘I’m glad to hear it. She’s looking for a cuck husband you know.’

‘I know…that’s good too.’ CC laughs, ‘Its not in my nature to go without that. I really like what you and Em have.’

For once this morning, it is not raining. The sun is rising and painting the wisp horizon clouds this soft shade of puce. It is a really good morning.