Watching Emily - With a Man!

TLC is my go to whenever I want cock, and he is sufficiently brilliant to be able to have sex with me as gently and tenderly as a man seducing a virgin, or fucking me through the bed in a wild frenzy of oral, vaginal, anal, leather and whips - anything I damn well please. He is well versed in anything a girl could want. 

With Emily, he treats her like fine porcelain, and it is beautiful to watch. 

I’m naked, but curled up in an armchair watching each and every move as it happens. TLC is naked too - ready for what is to come. 

He slowly undresses her. It seems as if each item of clothing is valued beyond words, and being allowed to remove it is something he is grateful for. How slowly he removes her top. Kissing the skin it reveals reverentially and on freeing her breasts, there is a pause, an admiration, an adoration. His eyes lock onto hers seeking an unspoken permission before he leans in, still looking at her and kisses each pert, erect nipple one by one. 

He kneels before her and slowly undoes her skirt. He doesn’t let it fall gracelessly to a drum-led heap at her feet, instead, he gently lowers it until she can step out of it. Her crotch is right in front of him and yet he ignores it. He makes no move to bury his face there…not yet. He slides his hands up the outside of her thighs to her panties. I know they are wet. Despite herself, Emily does get aroused when she sees him touch me, or, now, when he touches her. His slim fingers hook over the waistband and again he looks into her eyes.m she gives the briefest of nods and slowly he tugs them down her thighs.

She stands naked before him, and he kneels in supplication before her. For the longest moment they seem lost in time. A voice enters the field of play, “Kiss her.” It’s my voice. TLC leans forward and inhales deeply, allowing her scent to permeate his being, and then he kisses her. I can’t see, but I know his tongue has found her clit when her hands go to the back of his head and her eyes seek out mine, I know from experience how adept TLC is at giving oral sex. He can make her cum like this, but that isn’t his aim. Not this time. 

He pulls back and stands up. He embraces her and we have that awkward moment of them wanting to hold each other close, but his erection is in the way. Emily reaches down and gently moves it aside. She still isn’t sure quite how robust a penis is yet, and she handles it gently. TLC would, I know, love Emily to go down on him, but neither by word nor gesture does he suggest it. Not by the slightest pressure of his hands on her, not even by the merest press of his loins against her. Instead, he kisses her deeply. It is a long, passionate kiss, freely given and freely returned, and it makes me ache to touch myself. 

Emily breaks the kiss and for the first time ever, she begins to kneel. TLC stops her. “Only if you want.” His voice is so soft to her, so tender, so gentle. Emily doesn’t answer. She simply kneels and takes his cock into her mouth. I see the dimples in her cheeks form as she sucks at him, and her head begins moving back and forth. I hope she has remembered what I taught her about using her tongue as well. We practiced on my fingers for ages. I see TLC’s bum clench. If she’s not careful, she will make him cum like this, but even if she does, I know it won’t prevent him from fucking her. TLC can come two or three times before needing to recuperate. 

Emily rises to her feet. I see her swallow, but TLC generates a lot of pre-cum and I’m sure that is all she is swallowing. She takes his hand and leads him to the bed. She lays down and spreads her legs. For the first time I see how wet her labia and vulva are and I almost weep with frustration. I could be there. I should  be there. The moment of jealousy passes. TLC positions himself over her, the tip of his cock dancing against her slipperiness. Emily’s hands appear on his bum and I see her flex her fingers drawing him against her….drawing him inside her. He moves slowly, very slowly, allowing her to accommodate him with no discomfort, no pain. It takes a while before he is fully embedded inside her. For a while they lie still, coupled, as one, and kissing gently. Another voice rolls round the room. A voice pregnant with desire. “Fuck me.” Two simple words. Words that can be said with no meaning behind them, or merely two perfunctory words said because the other likes to hear them. But not this time. I hear the tonal inflections and know that for the first time ever, Emily means them. “Fuck me!” An urgency in them now. TLC begins to thrust, and I can’t contain myself any longer. I begin to masturbate surreptitiously. I won’t allow myself to cum, but this sight it so erotic. 

TLC has tremendous control….tremendous staying power. I know from personal experience he can fuck for hours before allowing himself to cum. Emily doesn’t have this control yet. She cums quite quickly, moaning and crying out, but I know there’s more. TLC’s change of rhythm from a relatively gentle movement to a more….more savage one is subtle, yet visible for anyone who has eyes to see. He begins to transition from gentility to fucking her…banging her. Emily responds by lifting her feet from the bed and hooking them over his bum. I can see his cock pistoning in and out of her and I can see it glistening with her wetness. Emily starts moaning and sprinkled in there are obscenities. When she says, “Oh fuck…I’m gonna cum…..cum in me. Cum inside me.” I know TLC will time it to perfection. He won’t cum when she does, he will cum just as her orgasm peaks and starts to die. That way his contractions will breathe fresh life into Emily’s orgasm and she will be left breathless.

I watch the peak arrive with a mixture of unspeakable love for her and raw, rampant desire for myself. What will happen next? I know what I’d like to happen, but in this sacred moment, how dare I profane it with my desires? 

As usual, TLC just…..knows. He simply knows. He withdraws from Emily so slowly, and then gathers up his clothes and walks to the bathroom. As he passes me he stops to kiss me once. “Thank you for trusting me.” 

I look at Emily, still lying on the bed with her legs spread, and his semen beginning to show itself. I crawl towards her. For some reason I can’t walk! I ease myself up onto the bed and kneel between her spread thighs. Then I lean forward and taste him from her. There’s a lot of it, and now his taste mingles with hers. I am intent on my mission. So much so that I barely feel her hands on my head, but a spontaneous contraction suddenly wakes me up to the fact that she is about to cum again. I position my mouth carefully. I know I am about to be richly blessed. When Emily cums, her vagina seems to contract from her cervix downwards. Anything left in there will be squeezed into my mouth - along with her own squirt. This is going to be wonderful. 

And so it is. I swallow the benediction of their love and then lie beside my wife. I smell his maleness on her - especially her lips where she sucked his cock. I don’t need to ask her if she’s alright, her eyes tell me the story. 

I feel her hand reach for me, and as she pushes her fingers deep in me, TLC emerges from the bathroom. He doesn’t pause, he doesn’t try to fuck me, although I would gladly have let him. He knows that this has to be me and Emily. A reclaiming? No, not the right word, since neither of us has been lost to another. A rejoining, then? Better, but still not right. 

Whatever the correct word might be, I don’t care any more. Emily makes love to me as if it was the last time any two people will make love in the history of the world, ever. She brings me to peak after peak of unspeakable pleasure. As we lie in each other’s arms, covered in the fine dew of perspiration that only comes from a job well done, a single tear rolls down my cheek. It is followed by another and another. 

What did I do to deserve love like this? Why should it have happened to me, when so many find themselves in loveless marriages? I hug Emily close and her face touches my shoulder. I realise that she, too, is softly crying. 

Sometimes, there are simply no words left.