Re: In praise of Emily

After the enforced sleep over went back with James to see Emily. Duncan has left, but she is still in a bathrobe and now expects her cuck to dress her. My girl is so aroused still, it has clearly been a steamy night! James is itching to ask questions but he knows the rules as regards Duncan. He asks nothing! I sit and drink a coffee watching James dress his mistress. There is the suspender belt and there are the stockings. My girl wrecks havoc at work too. She knows how to look.

‘I’m going to take James over to Duncan’s place this evening and have him clean all the glasses and silver ware for Friday nights cocktail party. Duncan sees me as his hostess for the evening.’

[Its as if James isn’t there honest! He is making sure the cups of her bra nestle those lovely tits though. He couldn’t be closer.]

‘Will Dunc be there too then?’

‘I hope so, its his party!’

‘No, tomorrow night I mean.’

‘Well I hope so. I’ve asked him to be there, I want him to get used to James being the skivvy in the background. I hope he will fuck me upstairs on the bed whilst sweetie here cleans the crystal.’

[Emily kisses James at this point. It is slow, direct, considered and it is meant to wind the guy up. There is their own chemistry here, that which passes between a hotwife and her cuck. She whispers to him..]

‘You would like that sweetie wouldn’t you. The sound of the bed creaking upstairs, the little gasps and groans. You could pretend to be the servant, listening to the master and the mistress of the house get it on! Of course if you were caught, then you’d be out on the street.’

James gives her one of his pleading looks and looks down to her silk panties. He wants to finger her.

‘Alright, you can, but only for a while, I have an business appointment.’

The look on James’s face is amazing! Its puzzlement, horror and excitement wrapped up in one ball. I watch James run his fingers between her sex lips and then they are out and up to his nose. He inhales the scent and then there is the flick of his tongue. He says nothing. He asks nothing, but now his face hardens with desire. I can see the sticky white goo on his finger. Duncan is fucking his mistress bareback!

Watching James force his head down there, onto Emily’s well exercised sex is amazing. James’s need is so urgent he will happily risk censure. He is down there, quick time, licking up the seed residue. Emily looks up at me, bliss on her face but an apology too. She was meant to wait, meant to check things out at the clinic first. She has broken one of our cardinal rules. This is NOT something that I would recommend to thread readers-its just plain stupid! The anger inside me wells up. I want to snap, ‘what the fucking hell did you do bitch?’ A night is a long time though and with a masculine male appetite. Perhaps the first time they did sheath…but the last? If I lose my cool, then I’m hardly in charge anymore. Anyway reprimands are for another moment and a different place. I can’t deny it. Right now watching James lick her out, watching her accept the ministrations of his tongue have to be enough.