Re: In praise of Emily

Emily and Duncan are on a red eye flight to Schipol so we are up early…or at least they are. I lie abed and watch the prep. It starts with coffee for Em served in bed by her cuck. He sets out the warmed bathrobe in the en suite and she showers whilst he checks the clothes that she has dictated. Emily does her make up, meticulous, touches that only add to her allure. She knows how to cause an effect. I watch her stand, let James roll up the stockings and clip them her suspender belt. He zips up the leather pencil skirt making sure that her blouse is tucked in. A single gold pendant about her throat, lovingly fixed in place. He clips her watch on her wrist and checks her manicure. ‘Don’t fuss’ she insists, it is fine, so James goes and checks the passport and other documents.

I am up now in a short robe and i come down to kiss her good bye at the door. I really do wish that I could go to the airport watch James as he meets Duncan. I want to see the excitement in Em’s eyes at that moment. But Mags is coming over to cook breakfast and take control when James gets back. ‘You look so sophisticated’ I murmur as we kiss. ‘Thank you’ she responds, ‘you think I will be able to handle him?’ I assure her that she will. ‘Just relax babe…this is natural, he wants you and you want him. You make the rules as regards James and you have my blessing. So enjoy the guy.’ Her face is suddenly serious. ‘This…you, what James has given…it is making such a difference. I can’t explain how rich it seems.’ I kiss her deeply. She is so lovely. Her eyes dance with light and her hair smells of fresh flowers. She is perfect. ‘Some women…aren’t meant to live plain’ I suggest, ‘some women deserve a great deal more. Guess which sort you are!’ She laughs then, ‘the decadent sort obviously!’.

You may wonder how a hotwife handles this sort of thing with her cuck husband- the transitions. Well, I can tell you…with affection. Emily is fond of James in their way. No, hell, she loves him.

‘Now will you be OK sweetie, do as Jezz and Mags say?’

‘Honest, yes, sure, I will be fine.’

‘You are such a sweet man. I do love you’

‘I love you too.’

James goes down the path and opens the car door. The husband is now the chauffeur. Emily slips into the back of the car and waves to me. James gets behind the wheel and drives his mistress off to see another lover.