Posted by Peter on 12/10/2002, 11:20 am
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Some years after the events described in "Emma's First Visit" after Emma had made many further "play" visits as we called them, my boss called me in and told me that I would be spending two weeks in London on business. He asked me if I'd ever been there. "Er yes" I replied thinking of our first wild encounters with Emma. "We'll put you up in a great hotel. You can take your wife as well, if you want to pay for her airfare. Tack on some holidays if you like. Make the most of it, young feller!" "Yes, I'm sure my wife would love that" I said, thinking of Elizabeth and Emma wrestling on the floor of Emma's bedroom. "Actually I won't need the hotel though, we have er friends we can stay with." Unfortunately, due to her own commitments, Elizabeth simply couldn't get away. Emma was however going to be in London for most of the time I was there and keen for me to stay with her. I asked Elizabeth how she felt about me spending time alone with Emma, something that hadn't happened before. "Well I really don't know what I've ever done to give you the impression I'm the jealous wife type, darling!" she said with a smile "We've said so many times over the years that the three of us love each other. How could I possibly object now if I ever meant what I said? Anyway, I feel sorry for poor Emma on her own the rest of the time that we have each other." I wasn't about to argue with this logic! Even so, the lovemaking seemed even more intense than usual in the days before my departure, if that were possible! As was the lovemaking with Emma the first night in London. "Nice to have you all to myself for once" she said as we lay there after our first torrid session. "Actually" she continued "I've got a bit of a surprise treat for you: I'm doing a catfight at the club in a few nights time if you'd like to come! I'm allowed to have one person there if I want to and I've never been able to take advantage of that before!" "Who with?" I asked "Her" said Emma fishing out a photo from a folder beside the bed. She was certainly a very attractive, very well built brunette, dressed in a bikini. On the back of the photo was written: Cassandra Age 19 Height 6' Weight 168 pounds 40DD 28 40 Fighting Experience Nil. "Emma, I know it's not my place to come on as an over protective husband..." "But nevertheless you will!" she smiled "That's alright darling Peter, I just love it when you do!" Neither Elizabeth nor I had ever cared much for Emma's private catfights at "The Club" and worried that one day she would get hurt. She did it purely for pleasure - she had no need of money: "Daddy" had given her a flat and car when she finished [boarding] school - or "the fighting academy" as she called it. "Emma darling" I began hopelessly "I'm sorry but I don't like this. This girl is twice your size and she could easily be lying about having no fighting experience." "Most do." she said. "Then why do it?" I pleaded. "Oh Peter, when did you grow so old all of a sudden? I do it because I love it, that's all. I love the thrill of fighting with another woman. As does Elizabeth. You know perfectly well if she get's the chance she'll do it again. The only difference between us is that I do get the chance to do it occasionally at the club. Now don't be a wet blanket, it doesn't suit you. You'd love to watch me fight again, wouldn't you?" "Yes" I admitted, reaching for her. After we made love again I asked Emma what the deal was with the fight. "She's the mistress of a wealthy man who wants to see her fight with another woman. That doesn't do anything for me" said Emma "and I wouldn't do it just for that reason but I insist on talking to all the girls I fight with at the club. I only fight the one's that I'd like to play with afterwards, although sadly that doesn't always happen. I also only fight the ones, that actually want to fight themselves." "Cassandra has told me that she does, she's never done it before and she's always wanted to. It reminded me a bit of the discussion I had with Elizabeth before we first fought. She seems to have the same sort of fantasies and she has the courage to want live them out. I'm prepared to help her do that. I also happen to fancy her something rotten!" Emma said. She continued "I actually think she's telling the truth about not having fought before. But don't worry Peter, if it becomes obvious that she's lied about that and things get out of hand I can make a signal at any time and the attendants will come in and end the session. It would mean conceding defeat and a reduced match fee but as you know, the money side of it doesn't bother me." "Why are you allowed to have me there." I asked. "Aside from simply wanting to show off, most of the girls who work at the club won't do this kind of session without their own er... second, I suppose you'd call them, sitting in the booth behind the one way glass, who can decide to throw in the towel for them at any time. This allows for the possibility that they may be unable to make the signal themselves. The attendants will act on the second's decision without question and stop the fight, although obviously it means conceding. It is just another safeguard." Emma concluded. "That you usually don't bother about." I said acidly "Well I guess it's lucky then that I'm here for you, for once." Emma circled her lips with the tip of her tongue, one of her many delightful habits, and said "Not really luck, Peter darling, I was supposed to have this fight two weeks ago. I postponed it when I knew you were coming!" Her eyes twinkled irresistably. What else could I do but make love to her again?