Re: In praise of Emily

Before I drive over to the gastropub to meet Duncan James reports in. He has delivered Mags to CC’s place on time. I asked how she dressed and it was the slate grey leather pencil skirt, short cropped matching leather jacket and high heeled shoes. Her grooming and makeup were according to James ‘immaculate’. When he contacted me he was sitting outside in the car and thinking about that tongue stud thing. He is having second thoughts. They are bars not studs and they go through the full thickness of your tongue. I can almost hear him wincing on the phone. I ask him about Friday night and about when CC was fucking Mags on top of him. Did he want to lick her pussy? You can hear him choke on that. Let’s be clear, I’m not encouraging incest or any such thing. But i am interested in whether he is learning the urge. That is to lick pussy when another guy fucks a lady. He admits that he struggled. Mags is so beautiful AND is Mom. But yes, the urge was there, seeing CC’s black cock plough her beautiful cunt. James is sinking then, into instinctive licks. Emily is doing a fine job. Its not a planned conversation this, the association between that tongue bar and what he finds an urgent need to do. But i will leave him to ponder that thought seed.

Duncan is surprisingly as I expected him, greying around the temples, big framed, big hands, but certainly not gone to seed. He wears a sports jacket and slacks and he looks very comfortable with himself. I can see why Emily enjoys fucking the guy. The thought of my girl evoking so much lust, that he grunts and groans as he writhes on top, driving his dick into her divine sex is appealing. I glimpse myself now, what excites and intrigues. I’ve haven’t studied this before, but I like the idea of Emily taking physically big men like Duncan- men who she can control using her pussy. A bull may share his girl for a variety of reasons, to show off what he has, to return a favour, but this is a bit different. I will share Emily with Duncan because i am fascinated by the magic she might weave in his head. She is Bonny and I am Clyde and right now we stand outside the rules.

‘Jezz?’
‘Yes..Duncan I presume?’
‘Yes’
We shake hands and he orders me a drink.
He insists that he has heard loads about me. Emily is always singing my praises.
I am surprised and say so. I thought that Em would keep things more separate for them.
‘Oh the lady is loyal alright, she is superb when we have company, but after she told me about you, she said that you were her number one man.’
‘Thanks. Emily is one in a million. You comfortable with that…me owning the lady?’
‘Yes…it took me a while to grasp this stuff…but yes. As I said on the phone…I’m not about to try and compete in the sack. She has made it plain that you are the boss.’
‘That’s cool…good. I know Emily loves being with you too. I want that, as part of her lifestyle development. But if you mess her around, if you try to compete with me, I will take her off you.’

[Candidly I have no idea at this moment whether I can pull that threat off if we came to a contest. I am not 100% sure that emily would give up her life with Duncan. But you play your cards with conviction].

‘Understood Jezz. Yes, that’s understood. The James thing, how long as that been going on?’
‘I guess over a year now. Emily has worn the pants in some regard since they have been married. But around a year back they talked about the lifestyle.’
‘and you have been with Emily…well how long?’
‘Perhaps six months now. Lots of questions?’
‘Forgive me…I want to be sensitive…but I need to understand how it all works.’
‘Basically Emily dominates James because he needs it and what she shares with me, and with you Duncan, feeds into that too.’
‘I gathered that’
‘You like putting her husband down?’
‘I hadn’t thought so much about it at first…but there is a frisson about it, yes’
‘Well that is big for Emily. The more you put him down the more she likes it. You have to rub his nose in the dirt. But before you do that you need to learn from Em what his safe word is.’
‘OK- thank you.’

I suggest that to allay his anxieties that we should talk etiquette. i know full well that he has a certain image to uphold in his circle. Emily is his mistress, his conquest and he doesn’t want to look a weakling, having sloppy seconds after me. There will come a day soon enough, when some of his friends, I guess the wordily Annette understands much more.

‘When I’m at your place, when I’m with those friends Duncan I will be the fond friend- she is your girl. Emily wants that too, to be on your arm. But when we are in our places, when we party our way, you defer to me right?’
‘Yes…understood, thank you Jezz.’
‘You will watch me fuck her and you will lick her out’
‘Yes’
‘But I’m not making you a James. You are her beau, not her bitch. You bring other things to the mix, your status and style, so that keeps you alpha. You will always lord it over James, OK?’
‘Thank you’
‘A warning though my friend, she is head strong. If you get too soft on her, she will rule you. She will bitch you. Just be warned.’
Duncan nods..
‘I’ve seen how self assured she is. Thank you for the caution.’

Our conversation ambles on. He likes rugby and rowing, he likes seafood and burgundy wine. He is fluent in French and yes he likes the continental lifestyle- the notion there that you can take a lover and that everyone is polite and discrete about it. His ex was a bitch of the wrong order and he admits that put him off remarrying. Friends wonder whether Emily js ‘the one’ and he feels flattered. But he knows the rules and he will insist on a more bohemian, a Parisien take on things.

When Emily joins us she is wearing a sleek black cocktail dress, back seamed stockings and her stilettos. The pearls about her throat are very reserved, very cultured. Her Cartier is on her wrist and the perfume is suggestive rather than heavy. I smile because she seems a little nervous, glancing around for faces that she might know. When have i ever seen her like this? Perhaps never! But its the right stance now. She is, for the first time, with both her lovers and she doesn’t know what we have said.

Duncan kisses her in the cheek, tells her that she looks ‘utterly beguiling’ and suggests that we go through to the restaurant. He explains that ‘Jezz will chose the wines my love, I’m deferring to him on all matters of taste’. It’s delicate. Oh so delicate. But through those words he signals that we have found an accord. I am boss and he is my side kick when it comes to Emily.

The meal is convivial, the restaurant busy. I watch Emily start to relax, reporting her day. She says that Mags has telephoned her a little earlier. The Brighton restaurant is lovely, the company brilliant and well, the driver was impeccably behaved. Duncan half guesses that this might be sexual, but he sips his wine and doesn’t ask. The man has decorum.

When Duncan later excuses himself for a relief of nature visit, Emily shoots me the questions glance.
‘He’s lovely babe, respectful and straight forward and he worships the ground you walk on.’
‘Thank god…you like him.’
‘Like him lots babe. He will be well behaved too.’
‘Are you going to fuck me in from of him…?’
I laugh.
‘Not yet…not tonight. I want you to fuck his lights out tonight. I want him to want you like there is no tomorrow.’
Emily smiles shyly the observation waiting tip toe on her lips.
‘Yes…in the long term, I want him panting at your heels. He’s nice, really good company, but physically he’s probably not there is he. So long term, yeah, I want him to your kitten heel.’
‘And the delay is because…?’ She takes my hand. It is as if she guesses the response.
‘Because I want you to enjoy the lifestyle….because I want him to want to worship you.’
We kiss and she whispers.
‘You have such a dirty, dirty mind.’
‘And so…?
‘And so I adore it.’

Duncan returns and we order dessert. His real desserts are yet to come. Tonight, the magic is being woven in Brighton and here and I am in awe of these women. But I am ruthless too. I press down the doubts. If we are to live the lifestyle, then it must be with conviction. It is time to excuse myself and leave them to their coffee and liqueur. I kiss Emily on the mouth as I leave. Its a small but important point.