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Chapter 12 – The Third Way
Max waited patiently for Emily to arrive. He’d suggested meeting at a bar close to his place, but Emily had been insistent that they meet nearer hers. He assumed – correctly – that this meant they’d be going back to hers again that night.
It had been a bit odd having sex with her while her husband was just downstairs, but Max had questioned himself deeply and had valiantly battled with his morals — and it turned out he was just fine with it.
Emily had chosen a café a mixture of Bohemian art folk and the well-dressed well-to-do. He cringed in his seat, feeling both bored and a little out of place in his estate agent-style shiny shoes and open-neck shirt. Fortunately, he had no intention of staying long, and he wouldn’t be hanging around to view any paintings. Art was not his thing. He rubbed his hands in anticipation of what might occur after they left the tedium of the show. What an amazing stroke of luck to find this girl just before he left London — a horny stunner who digged him, with no expectation of a long-term commitment. Result!
He saw Emily arrive at the door. “Fuuuck,” he thought to himself as she approached. She looked more shaggable every time he saw her, and tonight’s ‘posh girl chic’ was her best yet. She blended in perfectly with the other Retrospective attendees, perfectly at home with her kin. He took in her new hair style and floaty dress, excited at the prospect that he’d soon be ripping it off her. He reached under the table to scratch his freshly scented balls (a quick spray of aftershave in his boxers was a regular trick of his — he was confident it drove şerifali escort the ladies wild) before standing to greet her. Flicking a mental switch, he turned on ‘socially acceptable Max’, concealing ‘caveman Max’ with some carefully chosen words and gentlemanly behaviour that he’d learnt on a course called ‘How to Win in Life and Love’. It had cost thousands of dollars to attend — but look at the outcome! Max was a conqueror.
“Crikey, Em, what a pearler!” said Max as she approached. He remembered his training and gave a big smile before he leant in to kiss her cheek.
“He can be so well mannered when he tries,” Emily noted approvingly. “His mother taught him well.”
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Across the room, another pair of eyes also noticed Emily’s arrival. Mrs Prendergast lived a few doors down from Emily this lightest of touches had almost been enough to finish him off. He’d always been terrible at fairground games, but that night he scored his first success at ‘hoopla’, his movement causing the knickers to slip down his shaft. His purple head now poked through one of the leg holes, now looking for all the world like an alien planet, with Emily’s panties providing the orbiting ring system.
“For fuck’s sake, man,” came Max’s exasperated response as he saw what happened. Emily leapt up to keep the peace, her own pleasure now on hold.
She kissed Max again, then knelt herself. She wasn’t keen on giving him a blowjob, but an urgent diversion was needed, and anyway, it would be fun to torment him as he had teased her. She unbuttoned seyhan escort his fly and pulled his jeans and boxers off in a single move, his erection springing up in front of her face. She leant forwards to kiss it, and Mark saw her flick her tongue over the top, returning the favour that Max had just paid her. Max closed his eyes in ecstasy as she continued her work, his mind completely emptying of any concerns about what Mark might look like in the nude.
Mark watched opened mouthed (much like Emily now was) as she took Max between her lips, moving her head slowly back and forth to gain control of the situation. His warm flesh filled her mouth, and though his shaft was rock hard, the head felt smooth and spongy to her tongue
“This isn’t as bad as I remembered,” Emily mused, beginning to enjoy herself and the effect she was having on Max. After a few moments, she began to whirl her tongue around him, while watching carefully for any warning signs of approaching release. But Max seemed in control of himself, his eyes simply remaining shut in a state of bliss.
After a couple of minutes of quiet work, she pulled away and stood. That had actually been quite fun! Max looked disappointed to finish; the hand he had rested on her head tried to persuade her to stay, but did not stop her withdrawing.
“Come here,” she murmured huskily to Max, “I’ve got something better than that.” She led him to the foot of the bed and leant forwards, resting the palms of her hands on the covers by Mark’s feet. Emily now looked towards her husband, but in the same movement she deliberately flexed her back side escort to raise her pelvis, before spreading her legs to offer herself to Max in the most carnal of ways.
Her shoulders rose as she positioned herself for sex, pushing her breasts forward, and she lifted her head so she was now on a level with Mark’s eyeline. Looking towards Mark, she maintained unblinking eye contact, her face alive with energy. Max, in full heat of desire, stepped up behind her and gripped her hips, pushing himself inside her without a second thought. This time, she was ready for Max’s entry, and slowly exhaled through pursed lips as she relaxed into him. Max began to drive himself forwards, his repetitive motions leading to increasingly loud squeaks from the floorboards as the bed bounced up and down.
Mark’s head rested on a pillow to give him the best view in the house. He watched the scene in fascination, the sight of his wife’s obvious pleasure giving him a sense of sympathetic joy. The word he had been looking for popped back into his head as he watched Emily’s lip begin to quiver. Compersion – the pure happiness derived from observing your partner’s joy and success.
He remembered now. It wasn’t a term from FLR at all, but from the polyamory community. FLR sites rarely mentioned much about the subservient man’s feelings, and simply required service and obedience. It was only when he had lost himself down a rabbit hole of links and clicks that he’d found the concept of compersion. And what an amazing idea it was! The suggestion that someone could be genuinely pleased for their partner, with no reservation and no sense of loss for themselves, had struck Mark as wonderful — almost religious in sentiment.
Mark and Emily were soul mates. They had been together for years, shared experiences, tears and laughter, and were each other’s best friend. This was something new, a mutual experience despite their different roles. Emily was receiving great pleasure, and Mark was glad for her.