Re: In praise of Emily

Neil’s cottage is chocolate box, cosy, open beamed and nestlike-the sort that you would think no wife would give up easily. Mine not to reason why though. Mags is dressed in what I think of as college tart gear, a tiny little pleated skirt, stockings and boots. She wears a long mock fur coat over the top as it is still winter. Neil welcomes us in and fixes coffee. It is awkward at first and I can see that he is working out how submissive to be to Mags. He wants to go the whole hog-she is my bitch after all, but he doesn’t want to seem scary about all this. Mags is growing in confidence though. She senses what is needed. ‘Show me around Neil, Jezz and I and are looking for a somewhere in the country to come and fuck sometimes.’ Neil does the real estate act and takes us through the rooms, Mags leading ahead of me. The rooms are decorated feminine style, with that touch and you sense the place is still a shrine to his wife. Mags approves observing that women have better taste and that a woman should be mistress in her home. There-Neil nods and bows his head before her. She barely notices but sweeps on, sure now that she is in the ascendency. The runs a dainty finger over a shelf full of books. Its a difficult space, not easy to clean. ‘You’re not very thorough are you’Mags observes, showing him her dusty finger with a playful smile. Mags glances at me. How am I doing her look says. I smile. She is doing just fine. ‘Clean it then’ Mags whispers. Their eyes meet and Mags locks the gaze. He takes it no more than a second, drops his eyes and fetches a cloth to tidy up the shelf.

We go down to the living room, Neil puts on a sultry film (not porn mind) and pours the wine. Mags and I drop onto the luxurious leather sofa and we start to neck. I like the way she opens her mouth to me, the way she looks at me in submission. Our host could be a million miles away. He is looking for a place a sit, a demeanour to adopt. Boy must he remember that from before. He sometimes looked like a cat on a hot tin roof. He elects to sit on the carpet and close beside us. He is very near Mags leather boots. His touch is a kiss, he kisses her boots. It is a passing thing, an incidental gesture. She wants sex though and he isn’t about to get in the way of that. She reaches inside my pants, and eases out my erection. I am up hard and thick. She massages it with her hand, searching for my kisses on her mouth. I tell him to suck her fingers, the ones that have been working my cock. She hesitates, and then presents. Red nail polish and a red ruby ring. her hands elegant, her fingers long. He kisses them gently, reverently and embolded she edges them inside his mouth. ‘Jezz told you to suck them’. He does. He does, so sweet and nice and Mags relaxes. You can see any last tension drain away. Now she knows, now she understands what this is to be.

Watching Neil lick pussy is a revelation. It has been a long time but he is a practised artisan of the furry triangle. What must he think. If only his wife had been more confident, she could have been all up down there with her lovers seed whilst he came to lick and adore. Is he in awe of Mags, another mature woman exploring the way? She seems so poised and easy. She pulls the gusset of her panties to one side and watches him lick her. She glances at me and i gesture to his thick head of ginger hair. She strokes it, running her fingers through the mane. She permits herself a little groan. I want her to encourage him, to direct him on the job, but this can come. Right now she is learning to enjoy having a man lick her out. Once I have fucked her, she will smell and taste of our coupling and his touch down there will be electric. I know how to pace this. There has to be a moment for her pussy to relax and cool, so that she is not too sensitive, then I will direct her to pull his mouth to it. Grab that mane.

Neil hasn’t had creampie in an age. It was always a tad harder with his wife, a more voluptuous lady. With Mags it is exquisite. Her pubes show nice, her legs spread wide and the goo oozes out. I take charge, I want Mags to simply savour what this can be like. ‘Lick it up man’ I snarl and he sets too. Mags hardly flinches but he is down there, sucking and sniffing and caressing. She puts one boot covered leg over his shoulder and with one hand holds his face in place. Its such a good sign. Instinctive dominant women do this. They can then control the pressure, the location of licks and whether the guy is allowed to lick at all. There…she is aroused, she is pulling his face against her cunny. She is starting to gyrate her hips and kiss greedily with me. This is going to work. You can sense her arousal, sense her pleasure.