Re: In praise of Emily

Last night James bottled it and came around my place just after midnight. Emily was undressing upstairs when the door bell rang. I answered the door and drawn face James stood before me, apologising profusely, insisting that he wasn’t competing but needing to be near us in some way. My first instinct was to send the guy packing with a point or two ringing in his ear about cuckold angst. He had to get used to this, his mistress wouldn’t consult him on our sex. I asked if they had a safe word and they did. Did he want to use it now, to request a time out with her? No..he didn’t.

Emily was watching from the landing… I could tell that she was furious with him.

There was the sofa though- I could have him bed down there-without interfering. But I didn’t want Emily thinking I was some sort of soft guy. So I took my tool out and told him that was the toll for a night on the couch. He slid to his knees and gratefully sucked on my length. I could see that Emily was watching, that her anger was changing to arousal.

‘If I come in your mouth, you swallow’

I wasn’t about to, but I was cross with the guy. He wasn’t disciplined yet and his shilly shally behaviour irked me. Don’t forget this if you read the post as a cuck, bulls have feelings too. They get pissed off if you don’t co operate. Alright it takes a little time, but when mistress choses a way to spend the evening, you fucking well comply.

Emily allows her manicured fingers to reach her sex, there is just a gliding touch there. She is too classy to openly masturbate, but she pushes her sex against her hand. Perhaps his weakness is arousing. Perhaps she likes it that he is this insecure.

‘Enough’ I announce and throw him a quilt from the cupboard. My tool is hard and glistens with his spittle.

Emily and I screw, irritated by the visitor. We do it hard…out of annoyance. He is such a disappointment. After she chums she calmly announces, ‘there is no hand job for him in the morning.’