Re: In praise of Emily

This evening the door bell rings and to my surprise there in the doorway is Mags! She is bloody hot, dressed in a pair of torn denim hot pants, over black tights and tightly laced Victorian ankle boots. She wears the Cartier watch and a matching pale blue chambrey blouse. She looks utterly fuckable. ‘Can I come in Jezz? I want to talk with you about next week. If we’re going to superintend James, then I need to share a few things.’ I invite her in and we drink a glass of red wine. I watch her sit on the couch and cross her long legs. Ben missed out on so much!

‘You know that James dad left us, when James was around 15. It wasn’t easy.’

‘I can imagine, ‘ I say, ‘wasn’t that back when you were seeing Andreas and wanted to persuade your husband to roll over for the guy?’

She nods. ‘Andreas was fucking me. The affair had been going on for a couple of months and I couldn’t give him up. Sex with Andreas was hypnotic. When my husband was away on business I would go over to Andreas’s and we would fuck intensively. I would have the housemaid look after James, serve up his meals etc. My husband was getting suspicious, starting to suspect that someone else had my affections. I’m sure that James fuelled those suspicions. I asked my husband to consider sharing me. I was honest. He would have the platonic side of the relationship, but Andreas would be my lover. The only person to fuck me would be Andreas.’

‘But hubby wouldn’t roll over would he?’

‘No…I loved him. I tried. I didn’t want to break my marriage, but I couldn’t live without Andreas. I needed my husband to accept that I dreamt about Andreas all the time, that I needed Andreas to service me. We tried it briefly. My husband met my lover and even thanked him for making me so happy. For a brief moment I thought it might work. Andreas fucked me in front of my husband one night though, and he didn’t cope. He walked out the door and didn’t come back.’

‘Did James blame you for the break up?’

‘For sure, the next years were rough. He had this cosy idea that women didn’t have an appetite when it came to sex. He thought that we just lay back and put up with things. I tried to explain about ovulation and the crazy urges it could trigger. but he never got that.’

‘Did you see other guys then, did you try to create a new family?’

Mags draws a deep breath.

‘Yes…but they were of a sort. They were all very masculine. Some of them tried to take James to games, skiing or sailing or such like. But James struggled with all of that. He still had his dad up as right, as nice, as proper chap.’

I saw it now. This told me things about why James needed Emily to be a bitch to him. Perhaps he was damaged in some way? Perhaps he had just learned a need, to associate sexual arousal with humiliation. I was soon wondering whether we should be doing all this stuff with James. I would need to talk with the guy. I needed to know for sure that he truly loved it, that he really wanted it.

‘So next week will be reminder, about those times, when a big man was always fucking me. But he is older now and he has said to me that he chose Emily because she is so self assured. He thinks he was looking for that type of woman. He wanted a woman to be a bitch to him.’

‘Right, …heavy stuff’ I say.

‘Yes, heavy, but manageable. It might even help him to see his mum as a woman. It might help to see me being with you. We will have to see, but I don’t want you to start the week not knowing these things.’

I kiss her and her lips are soft. She draws my hand to her hotpants and pulls down the full length exposed zip at the crotch. My fingers are drawn inside, over the flimsy waist band of her tights and back down to the wetness below. She is as sloppy as hell, her sex hot and moist. I can feel the pulse in her clitoris and yes, it is racing.

‘I’m going to fuck you silly next week’ I whisper, fingering her sex.

‘of course’ and then…. ‘you’re not disgusted with me for being so selfish years ago?’

‘No…you’re a woman, he needs to understand that.’

She grinds her sex against my hand. She wants it, that is obvious. But I am firm.

‘You’d better go babe. Emily says next week, right? You get cock next week.’

She looks crestfallen, the girl who didn’t win the gymkhana. I usher her gently to the door and she turns for a kiss.

‘Thanks for listening’

‘No problem’ and we kiss again, open mouthed.