Re: In praise of Emily

Went over to Emily’s yesterday just to check that James was behaving himself. My girl presses her husband very hard sometimes. I needn’t have worried, James was behaving as nice as pie and fixed me a drink as soon as I got there. ‘You don’t have to dash off do you darling, I need to fuck!’ I smiled. How can you refuse a beautiful woman when she says that! Before we did that there were a few things to be done with James and I could stick around and advise. We proceeded upstairs to Emily’s boudoir (remember James sleeps elsewhere most of the time, so the term is very appropriate). There were two large cases out on the bed, excessive maybe for a three day trip away with Duncan, but then again not when you want lots of nice clothes to tease him with. There were three pairs of shoes and two pairs of boots and Em was in ruthless mode. ‘Get these reheeled tomorrow will you and both pairs of boots need a bit more polish. Fix that.’ James nodded and dropped his head in submission as he tends to do when he is on best behaviour. ‘Good’ said Em, not quite believing that it was this easy. She checked the designer jeans, the business suits, the silk blouses and the collection of lingerie that James had set out on the bed. ‘Suspender belt and stockings, add those in please’ (her tone is clipped and ultra efficient and now James winces). She has touched on a soft spot and she isn’t about to let James get away with things. ‘Talk to me James. You know the rule, no little secrets!’

James looks my way. Does he want me out the room? Does he want some sort of support? Neither are coming his way right now. I like seeing him debase himself before her. As a bull you have to confront what heightens sex for you. It isn’t ‘nice’ but it is what enables you to greedily take a married woman.

Emily gives James her hand. It is a strange and erotic gesture as though this will instantly help him confide his thoughts. I’ve never seen this before, never seen a hot wife do that. He starts to kiss the palm of her hand. He is seated on the edge of the bed and he is kissing her hand. Its like she is feeding him or something. Perhaps it is like when a serf kisses the ring of his lord and master, I’m not sure.

‘At the party, I know, I don’t have a right to know, but…but, did you fuck Duncan?’

‘That’s impertinent isn’t it. Do you want to say sorry?’ Emily’s voice is a whisper. She could so easily damn him for speaking out of line.

‘Yes..yes, sorry. I was stupid, it was silly, just a terrible doubt, I’m sorry.’

Emily visibly relaxes, her body loosens. Its clear that she doesn’t want undue tension before she leaves for Amsterdam next week.

‘Here…’she says, and lefts the hem of her skirt.

James sets too, shame faced in front of me, delicately licking at Em’s pert sex. She steers him on the straight and narrow. Don’t forget what you crave my friend!

‘I really feel uncomfortable about…well about the chemistry.’

‘Why?’ Em, directs him up to her clitty. Is she enjoying this so much?!

‘Well, because you seemed such a couple at the party. I could imagine you married to him. I could picture you leaving me.’

This is such a deep angst moment, such an intimate thing between a couple that I know it is time to withdraw some. I say that I am fetching another drink, and withdraw to the landing outside the bedroom. The door is slightly ajar and I can hear them speak. James has a bit more space to share his worries.

‘Duncan is very successful isn’t he. He’s quite young to get that position.’

I can still hear the intimate sounds of oral sex. Em moans softly as James licks.

‘He seems so natural for you…so right. He has your attitude about life, grabbing it by the throat.’

‘I did masturbate after the party…it was so sexy. I kept thinking about Duncan fucking me casually, after he had sent you to go and have something to eat.’

‘You were thinking about him. You were thinking about being with him big time?’

‘Yes of course. I wanted him…you do understand don’t you?’

I hear James clear his that. This isn’t easy.

‘I want you to have whatever you want, you are so very beautiful. He would fuck you beautifully, I know.’

‘Do you like the thought of him fucking me next week then? Is that what this is about too?’

Deep sigh- I can hear it yards away.

‘Yes…shit…yes.’

‘Jezz says that I am to put it on a plate for him and give him big eyes. I am to make him realise that I am his to play with. You accept that don’t you, that Jezz owns me in that way. I want it too though, to feel him forcing my legs up over my head and thrusting his prick into me.’

‘Oh God…please, I want to wank.’

‘That’s alright baby. It’s OK this time. Pull on your winky.’

‘He’ll drop snide comments at work…there will be little innuendos about my balsy wife.’

‘Well…it goes with the territory sweetie. If you don’t act like a man, then others will.’

There are grunts and gasps. James is erupting, his winky gushing spunk with barely a touch.

‘I will ask Duncan to be discrete, but you know that this does have to come. You will have to tell a few people that better men fuck me. You will need to live with what they think, that you are not good enough I mean.’

More grunts and then James rasps,

‘I know…fuck it, I know woman!’

Silence. I wonder what is happening. Is James having to clear up the spunk fountain, the sticky residue from the bed.

‘Was that nice baby?’ Emily’s voice purrs.

‘Oh God yes’.

‘Good. Now clear the cases from the bed and then find Jezz. Unless I get a decent fucking I will die!’

I won’t regale you with the fun we shared, but it was intense. It was hot precisely because of listening to him, the way Em had used this to ramp up her arousal as well as to manage some deep and shameful need in him. It had been confessional head, supplicant and revealing. I noted that Em hadn’t reassured James that she wouldn’t leave him for Duncan. Some things remain on the hook. She would remember and probably use this insecurity. I would deepen their game together. I picture Em receiving wedding invitation some time in the future and taking Duncan along instead of James. It would twist James psyche like crazy! It wouldn’t be me that went along, the more physical presence. She would chose Mr success, Mr I have it all and can look after a lady like Emily. Deep down, even if Em doesn’t think it consciously, she knows how to press James’ button on this. It will be a resource in their devotion pack.

Elsewhere in Luvr’s blog site I have referred to some thoughts on bitch hood. I like it in a woman, and especially if it is instinctive. It makes me want her. With some women bitchiness is almost a natural state. It inspires devotion in the weak and lust in the strong. Its a challenge set down before you. Master me or submit at my heels. It is deeply, deeply, sexy and Emily has it in full. It is why this thread continues. For all those want to be cucks, this is instructive. The key thing seems to be helping your wife discover what she likes and then helping her to think of these as rights. It shouldn’t be full on, but arranged over the longer term. Clean the house, do the boot cleaning, spot what she needs by way of new undies and get them for her, without making a big song and dance of it. Grab all the opportunities to lick pussy and show you love this. She will enjoy it too, but realise that perhaps that someone else should do the fucking. She will slowly come to terms with the fact that she pities you and then despises your weaknesses. I must chat more with Em, about that process. James was so ready for it and she was so keen, but there are going to be pointers there, I am sure!