James was feeling extremely troubled. He did not expect that his marriage to Emma would be a success. He had thought that perhaps he'd be able to carry on his solo existence, visiting Emma in her house two or three times per week and spending time with Angela in his flat.
He'd fallen in love with his wife and it didn't feel good.
The Order of Saint Ismael had been in existence, on and off since the Hellfire Club of the eighteenth century. It had been a club for young men to do what they wanted with prostitutes, but somehow, it evolved into a way of life for certain families. It wasn't as though James had rejected this way of living, but he wasn't sure how long it could last.
Someone, sometime in the future would complain and charges of arranged or forced marriage could well be brought and James had a suspicion that he was one of the last to be fully offered a partnership in the Order.
The instructions for Emma's full initiation had arrived and she would leave for Germany that evening. James felt he had to help her somehow.
Emma was lying on a sunlounger by the pool, still naked, but beautifully suntanned. Her eyes were closed, but James knew that she wasn't asleep.
'Emma?' James wasn't sure how she was feeling. She'd been tearful after the sex that morning and James had asked her what was wrong, but she said that she didn't know. She sobbed for ten minutes and James held her tight and felt protective towards her for the first time.
Emma opened her eyes and smiled at James. His heart leapt and he was sure now that he had fallen in love.
'Sweetheart, I have to send you away to a castle this weekend. It's compulsory training for all family members of our order, but I don't want you to be shocked by what happens.
I'm going to give you a book to read. It isn't exactly how we live, but an influential member of the order wrote it. We were surprised at how popular it was, but we couldn't figure out who wrote it. It took nearly forty years for us to find out that a man had written it. He wrote under a nom-de-plume and for years, people had thought a woman was the author. However, that's not the most important thing. The book will introduce you to our lifestyle. It will be very useful.'
James handed Emma a slightly battered copy of 'The Story of O'.
'Read it this afternoon. Tell me what you think.'
Emma took the book and read the first few pages, her mouth dropping open with surprise and blushing bright red.
'Oh....this is very...er...'
James felt his penis swelling -- 'Come upstairs, now' he ordered, pulling her upright and across the lawn.
In their bedroom, they kissed deeply and fell onto the bed. For only the second time since their wedding, they had conventional sex, no Angela, no spanking or bondage and it felt great.
It didn't take long for James to finish, as he could sense Emma's arousal. He soon found himself growing stiff again and he slipped a pillow under Emma's hips and raised her legs over his shoulders and gently slipped in and out of her sensitive anus.
As he came again, he saw tears in his wife's eyes.
'What's wrong?' he asked.
