Evan - Gift

The time before she goes to see him is so intense...so intense...

She struck a pose, told me to take a picture of her wearing white lingerie that evoked innocence, bridal, virginal. "Why?" I asked, taking the picture.

"To send to him," she said, "to show him what he's getting on Monday."

"I'll send it to you," I said, assuming she was going to send it.

"No, love, I want you to send it."

"Me?"

"To show him what you're giving him."

I swallowed. "Em..."

"To show him you know what you're missing, what I can give to a man."

"God, Emily..." I looked at the picture, at her, at the picture. "You look like a bride," I said.

"Maybe I should wear a veil," she smiled, "just to reinforce the mood."

"You're not his wife," I said, almost defensively.

"No, no I'm not," she said, "I'm your wife; I'll always be your wife. But I give myself to him. We give me to him. All these years, there have been two constants in my life. Sara, my loving sissy and Evan, my man."

"There...there were years..."

"And I missed it," she said, "no one else was like him."

"At first you said...you said he just tucked you in," I said.

"You always liked the tease," she said. "I remember telling you once about him massaging me, touching me, telling me if I didn't stop him he wouldn't start. I remember excited you got hearing about his fingers inside me then his cock inside me."

"God, Emily..."

"You send me to him again and again. Then. Now."

"I thought you were...just fantasizing," I said.

"Back then? At first? Knowing I knew you fantasize, you really thought I was going to spend the weekend with a man I used to sleep with and nothing would happen?"

I looked down. "N...no," I said.

"No, love, no."

"I...I always thought...I mean..."

"You knew."

I nodded. "I knew."

"You were giving me to him even then. You knew."

"I knew."

"You're giving me to him now."

I nodded.

"Tell him. Show him."

I swallowed, composed a simple text. 

I have something to show you.

He responded after a few minutes. What?

My gift...to you... I attached the picture, sent it.

It took a minute but he responded. She looks innocent, virginal, like a bride.

That's what she thought...we both thought.

I waited for text bubbles, but there were none. Instead Emily's phone dinged; she picked it up, read, smiled.

"What?" I asked.

She said nothing, typed. Her phone dinged again. Back and forth.

"Emily..."

Finally she showed me.

Too bad we weren't together on your wedding night, it would have been a night to remember.

I remember it well; it was an amazing night.

I'm sure...for a cock free wedding night.

She has a talented tongue.

How long until you actually consummated your marriage?

Awhile...

And you didn't miss it? Cock? On your wedding night?

Maybe...

You didn't think about it?

Maybe...but I was with the one I love.

I've no doubt...but you still thought about it.

So?

We'll re-live it Monday, Emily, the new bride, paying a visit to her lover because the one she married isn't...up the the task.

You're bad, Evan.

I'll show you what your wedding night could have been.

Promises, promises...

I keep my promises...every one.

I looked up from phone. "God, Emily," I said. "Did you miss it? On our wedding night?"

"Our wedding night was everything I wanted it to be."

"And if he was there?" I asked.

She shrugged. "That talented tongue of yours would have been put to good use after he was done."