Re: In praise of Emily

The weekend was eventful. Whilst i hadn’t planned to post this weekend, I would have struggled to if I had wished to anyway.

Saturday lunch at the pub went very well. James was driving (as usual) so Emily and I could drink. My girl was in very bitchy mood and got into conversation with another attractive woman who asked her about her high heeled boots. Where had she bought them and were they expensive. Our associate had watched Emily snuggle into my arms and search for a kiss. So when Emily said that she didn’t know the cost of them her husband had bought them, the girl looked to me. Emily smiled and pointed out James nearby. The girl had had a drink or two and you could see that she was really curious. She quizzed James about the boots and then went too far, asking him whether he had asked me to fuck his wife. It was such a sharp test for the guy, but he nodded and said yes, we lived ‘differently’. The fact that James’s face didn’t colour up amazed me. I think his calmness really took the wind from her sails, and she whispered ‘that is so cool!’. I said ‘well done mate’ afterwards and Emily kissed him fondly. We were both made up by his exceptional performance. I asked whether he wanted to come back to the house and join us for a fuck, he surprisingly asked to be excused. James never asks excusal from such invites! But he insisted that he had to go to town that afternoon and he would see us later.

We found out where he had been that evening. James got back from town, unloaded some supplies for the kitchen and then went out to clean Emily’s Porsche as he had been told to do. He had been assigned the chore for earlier in the day, but there was lighting on the drive sufficient for him to work. The car gleamed after the wax and polish. It was only when he came in from that when we spoke. James didn’t speak too well. He mumbled that he had finished the cleaning. Emily was instantly concerned that he had been drinking or something and when she checked him he opened his mouth and there it was a neat silver bar through the front of his tongue. His tongue was already puffy from the trauma of the insertion. He blushed, and mumbled something about wishing to be very good at what he does best. Emily hugged him and said how terribly sexy this was. Had I been in on the secret? I lied. I didn’t want to steal James thunder. What a nice guy, what a really considerate and well behaved guy. It was so unselfish. There followed a tongue inspection and conversation about changing the bar down a size after the swelling subsided. Emily was made up and observed that company policy was not to promote people with visible body piercings to senior roles. Icily Emily added, ‘its not an issue though is it James…you don’t expect promotion.’ There was a sheet of instructions with the tongue bar. No alcohol for two weeks, no wet or sexual kissing. I loved that. They couldn’t write cunnilingus! Perhaps they couldn’t spell it!

It was later that night that Emily and I were disturbed from sleep. I think James had had a bad dream. He was panicking that his tongue had swollen up and he would swallow it. I checked his mouth and the tongue was still swollen, but not by a great deal. James was having a panic attack. Still, Em said that we should check this out in casualty. So we sat a while. A male nurse came and shone a torch inside James mouth. He used a gauze swab and gently pulled James’ tongue out. The guy didn’t seem too perturbed even though James fretting. I think that the worry was as much about catching the bar on something, getting it caught between teeth and having his tongue locked in position. He was anxious too because his cock was caged. What if they wanted to do a full exam? Emily had come out without the key- there was no changing that.

Eventually a young female doctor saw the three of us in a cubicle. She looked tired (naturally- it was 1 am), but nothing phased this girl. Such panic attacks were common it seemed with ‘something like this’ new in your mouth. I don’t think that she approved that much. She took time though to explain to James how to use the antiseptic mouthwash that she gave him, how he had to stay off cunnilingus (yeah-used the word!) for at least three weeks and the wound had healed. ‘I presume that is why you had this inserted’ she said calmly. James nodded and blushed. Somehow this lady was different. She was so obviously in the know. The doctor then turned to me, ‘you need to help him. Don’t direct him to do things too early do you understand/’ ‘yes…of course’ I did. Emily took my hand. It was so reassuring to be recognised in this way, to see the doc talking to me as the head of the household.

Boy did I want a social chat with that doc some other time. What she understood i can only guess at. Was she shocked? Don’t think so. Did she cuck a husband- who knows? Emily kissed James on the cheek, said that she understood about the panic and that he was so thoughtful doing this. We wouldn’t talk about the panic again. Still, as we walked back out of the hospital she held my hand and James walked behind. Emily knows what she wants.