Risky Incursions in England 1637

This work of Historical Fiction is the fourth installment of the 'Perilous Adventures of Lady Mary.' It may help if you have read the others but it's entirely up to you. You can always read them later if you find this one interesting.

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The great estates and aristocratic titles of England have always been bestowed by the Crown for service rendered to the Monarchy. Lord John's noble forebears had received theirs from William the Conqueror for their part at Hastings. Since then, each successive generation had passed them to the next. It was a matter of great pride to the current incumbent that his ancestors had managed to navigate the fine line that had kept them in the good books of each successive King or, of late, Queen. The heir to all Lord John's lands and wealth, as well as his title, was his son John Joseph. For convenience, this son was universally known as Joseph.

Lord John felt doubly blessed in as much as he and Lady Mary had a second son; a sort of spare as it were. Edward was now nineteen and a University man at Oxford. For reasons that escaped both his mother and father, Edward excelled at Mathematics and Philosophy.

While his lordship loved and adored Charlotte, there was no doubt that a daughter was of little value in terms of aristocratic succession. At eighteen, her best hope for her future was an advantageous marriage to sure-up the bloodline of another noble family.

...

Young Joseph was an enigma. Bright, intelligent with a wicked sense of humour. If he had put his mind to it he could have achieved greatness, or so his father believed. His mother believed it too.

He had no designs on greatness. The only things that he strove for was pleasure and to tease his mother and father.

Everything in the world was perfect for Joseph. Ever since their adventures in Salisbury, Lady Mary had agreed that their son could have control over some aspects of his mother and father's sex life. Although he couldn't actually remember ever agreeing to it, Lord John had done the same.

Joseph possessed the option to have Barnaby, his body servant, roger her ladyship whenever her son chose. Furthermore, he could command his lordship to watch the proceedings. Father and son would then use the toss of a coin to determine who should have the privilege pleasuring the lady next. The loser would simply go without.

To add spice to the enterprise, Barnaby was forbidden, by her ladyship, from having sex at any other time.

This left Joseph free reign to torment all three of them.

Barnaby would often ask Joseph, "Is there a game afoot soon?"

"When I see fit," he would reply.

His mother would enquire, "Do you have anything planned? I don't ask for myself, I am only thinking of Barnaby's sanity."

"Only when you deserve it," came the reply

"It is time for a little sport," his father would say.

"I will say when it's time," answered Joseph.

"You forget that I am Lord of the Manor and owner of all the land for miles around," snapped Lord John.

Joseph smiled sweetly and said, "In this matter that dog don't run Sir."

...

As they broke their fast one morning, Lady Mary asked her husband, "You remember my second cousin Ralph?"

"What, Lord Whatshisname?"

"You have lost none of your powers of memory, my lord," Mary laughed gently.

"We haven't heard much about him since his wife died in that hunting accident. Only married a year, weren't they?" said John.

"Yes, it has been three years since now.

"Well, anyway he has written to me to suggest that perhaps Charlotte might look on him favourably as a husband," Mary went on.

"But he's nine and twenty at least," commented her husband.

Her ladyship shook her head and smiled, "May I remind you that there is fifteen years between you and me, my lord."

"That's different," exclaimed Lord John.

"How so?"

"And she hardly knows him anyway," he replied, declining to answer her last question.

"But she does. They spoke at length at Rosamund's wedding last summer. You remember, the one you refused to go to because it was in Sussex.

"She was quite taken by him."

Lord John considered for a moment before enquiring, "Do you think that she is ready for the physical side of marriage?"

"As ready as I was, more so in fact. We have spoken at length and I have instructed her on the vagaries of men. My opinion is that if she doesn't get to try them soon she may result in making use of a stable groom, or worse," laughed Mary.

"Good grief, better find out what he wants in the way of a dowry then."

"Ralph owns more land than you do, my lord. Half of Devonshire, in fact. He has stated that he is willing to forgo a dowry so, I would suggest, that there will be no lengthy negotiations involved.

"I, of course, told him that you wouldn't hear of it. Charlotte shall have the full protection of her marriage settlement."

"Quite so," said Lord John.

...

His lordship had one eye closed as he peered through his telescope. He was slightly distracted by the thought of the previous night's victory over Joseph.

Barnaby had disturbed him in his library and dragged him down to the castle bakery. Normally, this would get the lad a whipping but they both knew that this was the signal that hijinxs were in the offing.

When they arrived they found Lady Mary tied naked to the kneading table. Her ample tits were caked in flour.

Josep stood behind her and was using two fingers to pump her cunny vigorously.

"Joseph, make it now, please," she cried.

"When I am good and ready, m'lady."

"Do as you are told, I am your mother."

Joseph laughed loudly.

"John, you are his father. Command him to finish me!" pleaded Mary.

Her husband laughed loudly too.

The young man removed his fingers and replaced them with a thumb. This allowed the moist digits to pass tantalisingly either side of his mother's clitoris.

"Holy Mother of Jesus, I am coming to you!" she screamed as her knees buckled beneath her.

This time all three men laughed loudly.

"Now father, kindly stand upon that stool where mother can see you while Barnaby unburdens himself in your wife," instructed Joseph.

"Why do I need to do that?" enquired his father.

"Because you will get a better view. More importantly, because I am the puppet master in this show," explained Joseph.

Resignedly, Lord John said, "Very well if it means that we can get on with it."

Once the older man had established his balance on the three legged milking stool, Barnaby asked him to hold out his hands. Slipping a noose over his wrist, he threw the other end of the thin rope over an overhead beam and hoisted his lordship's arms above his head.

Joseph pulled out his dagger and deftly cut the cords which held up Lord John's breaches. As they dropped to reveal his three-quarter ready penis, John muttered, "Not again."

His son turned to Barnaby and said, "It's time for her ladyship's pet monkey to perform."

The servant had waited five weeks for the opportunity and he needed no second bidding. Releasing his breeches he turned towards Lord John and asked, "With your permission, my lord."

John nodded.

Both men knew that Barnaby neither wanted or needed his assent. The sole purpose of turning towards him was to show the cuckold lord just how splendid and throbbing his cock was before he took outrageous advantage of the noblewoman who was bent submissively over the table.

He tried but no-one was surprised when, after only half a dozen hearty thrusts, Barnaby lost the contents of his bag in Lord John's wife. That is what a month or so of celibacy will do to a young man.

This was just the effect that Lady Mary craved, a lusty youth filling her to the brim.

Her wantoness was not lost on the two spectators. Both men's cocks were now fully rampant. Joseph's was a little less obvious. Lord John's had nowhere to hide.

The relieved servant stepped back as droplets of semen landed in the flour dust on the floor, some from him, followed by more from her ladyship as she overflowed.

"Now father and dear mother, we will toss a coin to see who enjoys mother next," announced Joseph.

John believed that some hoax was about to be committed once again. On the last three occasions he had lost and was forced to stand bound while he observed Joseph at work with the knowledge that he was not allowed to release his frustration for the rest of the day.

This game was not of his making and he had no part in drafting the rules but, in truth, for some reason that he could not quite fathom, he rather enjoyed losing.

Nobody was more surprised than his lordship when the coin came down cross side upwards.

"I win, I win! Get me down from here boy!" he barked at Barnaby.

The servant hurriedly untied the rope.

"Take your place on the stool, Sir," he commanded his son.

Joseph said, "I'm not sure that that was part of the bargain, father."

"I'm sure that it was," Lord John replied.

"His lordship is quite correct," added Barnaby, with a grin.

"No-one asked your opinion," said Joseph as he stepped up onto the stool.

Barnaby quickly secured his wrists and pulled the rope taught. His father deftly cut the strings of his breeches using Joseph's own dagger. They dropped to his feet and the young man's impressive cock and bollocks escaped. Lady Mary took a deep breath at the sight of them.

"The worm has turned," laughed Lord John.

"A little larger than a worm I believe now that it is standing upright," returned Joseph.

Lady Mary, somewhat vexed by the delay, shouted, "Stop comparing dicks and get on with it. I would be happy with any size at the moment."

John pulled up his breeches a little and waddled towards his wife with his cock swaying to and fro.

He heard the squelch as he slowly slipped into her. His lordship had lost count of the number of ways in which he'd fucked his wife but he considered taking her used was by far his favourite. With less friction than usual he knew that it would delay his climax greatly. Added to this he always had a sense of reclaiming his rights as Lord of the Manor.

As he gripped Lacy Mary's hips and pumped into her, Joseph shouted encouragement, "That's it father, give it to mother hard."

Barnaby added, "Go on, get your balls up the slut!"

"Barnaby!" chided Joseph.

"Sorry," said Barnaby, meekly.

Nevertheless, Lord John took the servant's advice and tried hard.

Lady Mary said, just loud enough for him to hear, "Yes, go on, get your balls up the slut." Her eyes were fixed upon Joseph.

He tried even harder.

Each thrust basted his bollocks. He knew not if the juices were Mary's or Barnaby's. He didn't care, all he did know was that he liked it. He also knew that he liked it even more that Joseph's cock was twitching in sheer frustration as he watched his father's performance.

He loved his son dearly but there was always an underlying competition between them and this was a sport that they both relished. As soon as he realised that he had won this round he lost control at the very point when Lady Mary cried, "Holy Mother of Jesus, I am coming to you!" for the second time that day.

"I thought that I would find you here," said his wife as she broke into his recollections.

"What are you so deep in thought about?" she added.

"Oh, I was just recalling last night," he answered.

"So was I. That is why I climbed all the way up here to find you.

"If I lean over the battlements do you think that you could re-enact your heroic efforts?"

"With pleasure m'lady," answered his lordship.

Without any prior preparation, his performance was shorter but just as passionate.

Afterwards they spoke.

"I must admit that young Joseph has added some spice to our love life," commented Lord John.

"There is no doubt about that.

"It makes me sound ungrateful but am I alone in thinking that it is not as exciting as our adventures in Dorchester and Salisbury?" she asked.

"No, I agree. But as Joseph says, it is safer."

"Oh yes definitely safer," agreed Lady Mary.

...

There wasn't a spare bed in the whole castle. Relatives and friends from all corners of England had descended on them. Not just theirs but the groom's as well.

The almost obligatory invitation had been sent to King Charles and Queen Henrietta Maria; thank the Lord they had declined.

As Charlotte and Ralph stood before the altar of the Church of St Edward, King and Martyr in the village of Corfe Castle every woman shed a tear. The men all smiled. Everybody agreed that they made a lovely couple, although some unkind older ladies commented on their age difference.

The whole day went well.

"The whole day went well," said Lord John, as he slipped into bed beside Lady Mary late that night.

"Yes, I've never seen Lottie look happier," replied his wife.

"I believe that they will be good for eachother.

"We sat together yesterday and had a long talk. She grasps the importance of keeping an open mind in the bedchamber; and out if it for that matter," she laughed.

"While you were doing that, I took Ralph up to the tower to show him my telescope.

"We had a long man to man chat."

"Oh, did you now? Good," her ladyship said with a smile.

"Yes, now he's thinking about getting one too."

"My God! Men!" exclaimed Mary, shaking her head.

...

As they walked in the castle garden, Lady Mary uttered those words which can make any husband's blood turn to ice, "I've been thinking..."

Believing that this may well involve him spending a lot of money while hoping that it didn't involve him actually doing anything, Lord John replied, "Have you my dear?"

"As you know, Joseph is travelling to see the horse racing at Salisbury next week and he is taking Barnaby with him."

Lord John said, "Yes, I was invited too but it doesn't interest me much. Besides, he can wager away my money without me having to be there to watch it."

"Good.

"I thought that we might try a Dorchester adventure again."

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure, Madam, but as I have said in the past, we could not be certain that two reprobates would ambush us and make free with you as they did before."

"I understand completely. Anyway, we have experienced that, it is done and gone.

"What I was hoping is that we could create a scenario where something could happen. I may get misused, or I may not.

"That is where the excitement would lie."

"And what scheme has your delightful mind conceived?" Lord John smirked.

"We could plan to stay for three nights or so. On each night you could bribe the landlord of an alehouse to employ me as a serving woman.

"You, my lord, could pass yourself off as a patron and sit in a corner observing quietly.

"Something may transpire, if not we try another inn the next night. Should nothing transpire by the third night you can pay a young groom or three to see to me while you wait for your turn."

"It could be fun, Madam, but you do know what those serving wenches are called, don't you?"

"No?"

"Tavern Sluts," her husband laughed.

"Ah, that is not a role that would come naturally to me but I believe that I may be able to play it," Lady Mary giggled.

...

It felt liberating to don the guise of a middling merchant and his wife once again. While there was no doubt that the life of a high lord and lady was enviable, sometimes it was good to be ordinary every now and then.

The journey to Dorchester was uneventful. They both half expected to be accosted in every stretch of woodland. They each managed to hide their disappointment when they weren't.

It felt strange to be once again in the same large commodious room that they had occupied on their last visit to Dorchester.

Lady Mary had chosen her costume with care. It was just like those that her own servants wore; but with some slight adjustments for her current purposes.

Lord John watched her dressing with fascination. As was usual the kirtle was laced tightly up the front but rather than passing over her bust, as those of respectable women did, each side was scooped to nestle under a tit, in the style favoured by strumpets. The lacing finished at a point midway between her breasts. The skirt was more conventional, full and touching her square-toed leather shoes.

Under this she wore a shift of course white linen. This was cut looser and lower than usual. When Lady Mary bent forward to adjust her rough swollen stockings, John was treated to the sight of her left teat bursting into sight. She was now forty-five but the sudden view of her large dark brown nipple still thrilled him. With easy nonchalance, her ladyship slipped it back into hiding.

"Ready?" asked her husband.

"Ready," his wife replied. She turned so that he could help her into her full length cape and hood.

...

Earlier that day, Lord John had plied the landlord of The Antelope, in South Street, with a gold crown. The man nearly died of shock. He assured him of his complete discretion and compliance to every detail of the plan.

"My wife will be pleased to have the evening off, Sir," said the landlord.

"Good, and my wife must be treated just as any Tavern Slut would be," insisted John.

"She certainly will be, Sir, she certainly will be."

...

It was with sexual nervous trepidation that Lady Mary, mother of three, noblewoman and wife to the Lord of Corfe Castle, entered a common alehouse dressed as a Tavern Slut.

Lord John had parted from her at the corner of South Street. After three very slow circuits of the block he too walked into The Antelope. The low ceilinged space contained about half a dozen scruffy looking men.

"Welcome stranger. I was just showing our new serving wench her duties.

"Sit where you care but that bench in the darker corner may suit your purposes best.

"I am sure that you have never patronised my humble establishment before now," said the landlord, loudly.

His lordship took the suggested seat. He couldn't help thinking that the man was rather overplaying his part.

"What is your pleasure, Sir? To drink, I mean," asked the publican, with a grin.

John enquired, "What do you have?"

"Ale or Cider, but I wouldn't recommend the Cider."

"In that case I will have Ale."

"A wise choice if I may say so, Sir, the wench will bring it to your table.

"Mary! Ale for the newcomer."

Mary came out from behind the bar carrying an earthenware pint pot. She placed it under the stopcock of a barrel that was supported on blocks just off the sawdust covered floor. She halted the flow precisely at the point when the foaming liquid reached the rim of the mug. You would think that she had been doing it all her life.

Supporting the weight in two hands Mary leaned over and placed the ale on Lord John's table. As she did so, her magnificent right nipple made an appearance. Her husband took a deep sigh and said quietly, "It looks as if you're taken to the work like a duck to water."

"Thank you, Sir. I aim to please, Sir," said his wife in her best Dorsetshire accents. She had always been able to mimic the speech of the castle women.

For the rest of the evening Lord John sat in his corner and watched his wife go about her duties.

Even when he couldn't see what they were seeing he could imagine the view that the customers were getting from the lustful looks on their faces. At other times he could see exactly what they saw.

Most of the rough hewn men took the opportunity to pass a hand over some part of Mary as she deposited their drink on the table. Some caressed her backside, some put an arm around her waist and the more daring actually stroked a bare breast before she had a chance to replace it. All of this only encouraged them to order more ale.

As she leaned over the table next to John, Mary's ample right tit flopped out into full view. The ruffian that was seated there reached out and secured the nipple between finger and thumb pulling it downwards. No doubt he was expecting her to try to escape by jerking away painfully. Instead Lady Mary stayed exactly where she was while the man squeezed and rolled it back and forth.

"If you've completely finished with that, I'll have it back," she said.

The other men laughed. As the rude man laughed, he released the pressure enough for her to scoop up the bubby and return it to her shift.

So the evening went, men came and men went until only Lord John, the ruffian at the next table, the landlord and his son remained.

Lord John was of the opinion that although he had enjoyed the show there was to be no great escapade that night. In her own way Lady Mary knew that the fun and games had excited her but it wasn't going to be exactly what she had hoped for. Still, there was always tomorrow.

The landlord walked to the door and barred it. "There'll be no more trade tonight.

"You'd best strap the wench over the barrel, Garth," he said to his son.

The young man took Mary by the hand. Maybe she'd given up hope too soon.

Lord John revised his verdict as well.

She didn't resist as Garth bent Lady Mary across the large ale cask. He retrieved two leather thongs that were attached to the rear blocks and secured her wrists.

"Now we can start the sale," announced the host.

"Sale?" said his lordship, puzzled.

The ruffian jumped over and plonked himself right next to him, putting his arm around John's shoulder, breathing beer fumes in his face.

"Oh yes, it is a well established tradition at The Antelope. Every new Tavern Slut has her ass sold on her first night. It gives her a little extra starting money," said the man.

"I don't know..."

The landlord cut Lord John short. "You did insist that she was treated no differently than another wench, did you not Sir?"

"Yes, but..."

"You can't go back on the deal now," said the landlord, placing a menacingly large cudgel on the bar.

"Still it should be alright for you. You don't strike me as a man without funds.

"What happens is, whoever offers the most goes first. The next highest goes second. We stop at two, we don't want to ruin the maid, do we?" explained the publican.

The ruffian approached the bar and slapped down a coin, "I offer sixpence."

Lord John was surprised, the man didn't look like he had two farthings to rub together.

"There you go, Sir. That shouldn't be too difficult to top, should it?" said the landlord.

"But you do have the choice, bugger your wife first or watch someone else do it," he added.

His lordship resigned himself to the fact that his wife had wanted danger. If someone was going to sodomize her it was preferable that he was the first one to do it.

"How much do you offer?"

Lord John put his hand to his purse. It was gone, the strings had been cut. It must have been the ruffian.

He was about to protest when the landlord lifted the cudgel slightly.

"I,...

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Nothing! Then sixpence takes it.

"Sir, I can assure you that we are not savages at The Antelope," said the landlord.

He turned to the ruffian. "To reassure this gentleman, you can use pig fat or butter, what is your choice?"

"Well, your wife and your mother both prefer butter so I see no reason to change," said the ruffian.

Both men laughed heartily at the joke.

"Garth, fetch the butter, it is warming gently by the fire."

The landlord's son produced a small bowl which he placed next to the ale barrel. He then lifted Lady Mary's skirt way up over her back to reveal her creamy soft backside.

"Lovely," said Garth.

"Oh God!" said her ladyship, softly.

The ruffian stood behind her and released his cock from his breeches.

Lord John thought that he wasn't over-endowed but stopped himself sharing this information with his wife for fear of causing offence.

The man stooped down and placed his right palm in the soft melted butter. Smearing it over the helmet and shaft, he guided his knob into the lady's bum hole.

"Oh!" breathed Mary, as he forced himself further in.

He stood for a second, balls pressed right against her. Then he gripped the excess flesh on her hips and started to pump.

"She must be very new to the trade. I could be a pioneer," suggested the ruffian.

John felt his cock twitch as he wondered why he hadn't suggested that his wife wear the leather money belt. They had left it in the strong room of their lodgings.

The ruffian was clearly determined to get full value for his sixpence but nature quickly got the better of him and he shuddered and pulled himself tightly against Mary's yielding rump.

"That really was her first time. You surely missed an opportunity," he said, looking straight at Lord John.

"Now, it is usual for the second highest offer to go next," said the landlord.

"I suppose if you want to be strict about it, your offer of nothing was the second highest one.

"But then again, Garth bid nothing so he could stake a claim as well. The lady may like that as he has an enormous root.

"But as you were so generous earlier today, I will let you decide," he concluded.

"You do it please, John," urged her ladyship.

Her husband felt his penis straining within his breeches as he declared, "I will go next."

"Hold on," said the ruffian, as he wiped his dick on Lady Mary's bum, "what about you, Captain, you also offered nothing. Wouldn't you like to Turk her?"

The landlord answered, "No, my good lady will be expecting a bloody good seeing to later."

"I really hope so, as it don't look like I'm going to get a go here," mumbled Garth.

Before anyone could change their mind Lord John stood behind his wife and released his painfully cock.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked Mary, softly.

"No, I quite enjoyed it.

"Why have you never done this before?"

"I've never really thought of doing that sort of thing to a high born lady," answered his lordship.

Lady Mary had never thought of it before. That is, not until their journey back from Salisbury. Their son, Joseph, had pointed out that their adventure had left her in danger of being kidnapped, murdered or buggered. She knew that she wouldn't like being kidnapped or murdered but his words had left her thinking.

"Don't use the butter, I can feel myself oozing," she instructed.

He had to push his cock down hard to find his target. She was right, he didn't need the butter. Why, oh why hadn't he considered this before. The thought that an old rough course scared faced cut-purse had sodomized his wife before him excited him more than would have ever have imagined.

There was resistance but it was glorious. Lady Mary resumed her purrs of pleasure as he commenced his thrusting. The familiar ripples pulsated over her bum, yet somehow he thought that they looked different.

His lordship knew he wouldn't last long as her tightness gripped him closely.

"Oh God, I really feel like a Tavern Slut now," cried his wife.

"That is because, at heart, you always have been," he reassured her.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I'm coming to you!" Lady Mary screamed as the orgasm racked her.

She gripped his cock with her pulses and the noble lord knew that he had to surrender to them.

"Arhhh!" cried as he spurted into her anus.

"It sounds like the slut really earned her sixpence. Still, she can use it to pay for your ale, Sir," laughed the landlord.

...

"So, I have found another low alehouse. You have not yet stated if you desire new adventure this evening," Lord John asked casually, as they strolled the streets of Dorchester.

Lady Mary had purchased a few pieces of ribbon and a couple of other furbelows but she couldn't summon her usual enthusiasm for shopping.

"In truth, I have heard that the Blue Boar has a new French chef. I rather thought that we could simply share a quiet meal together tonight.

"I have particularly had my heart set on the guaranteed trio of young grooms for our final night. I would hate it if we banked on a last-night gamble and nothing happened," said her ladyship as she absent mindedly inspected some silk handkerchiefs.

"You are probably right, although I am not convinced that just because a man is born in some foreign country it makes him a good cook.

"After last night you may be wise to not risk your anus quite so soon," laughed his lordship.

"John!" hissed his wife looking around to see if they could be overheard.

Assured that they were out of earshot, she went on, "That is not the issue. After that course fellow tugged at my nipple everybody else thought that they should stretch and twiddle them. This morning, I know how a dairy cow must feel."

...

Since King Charles had taken a French wife, every pretentious eatery had employed somebody claiming to be Gallic.

Lord John tried out the little of the language that he had learned at school on the man. Somewhat to his chagrin the cook spoke it like a native. To make things worse the food was excellent.

Lady Mary whispered, "If we weren't in cognito, I could find a use for him at the castle."

"When you weren't doing that perhaps he could do some cooking as well," laughed Lord John.

...

If Lord John and Lady Mary were walking through Cornhill Charter Market the stall keepers would be fawning around them. As a finely dressed aristocrat he would be spending his money freely and they would be trying to take as much if it as they could.

But, they weren't a lord and his lady today. Dressed as a middling sort of merchant and his wife nobody was expecting much. Because it was a well known fact that a simple sort of merchant only became a middling sort of merchant by not spending any more than he needed to. Still, his lordship kept his newly acquired purse tucked well out of sight.

The couple revelled in the liberty that this gave them.

"John," said Lady Mary, she felt slightly scandalous calling him by his Christian name in a public place, "have you made arrangements for tonight."

He knew that she was teasing him. Her hope was that he would slip up and utter something unguarded.

"Not yet, I am not sure how many you deserve."

"Oh, I believe that I am very deserving indeed. No less than a handful, I should say."

"Don't forget that I am to act as the rearguard," her husband smiled.

"It is quite selfish of you to only consider your part," Mary said.

Rather taken aback that she should question his motives, John answered, "That is an accusation that could rebound."

While it did not cause a deep riff between them there was no doubt that the exchange left thoughts in both parties' minds.

...

"Ah, Thomas, isn't it?" called Lord John to the young groom.

"It is that, Sir."

"Tell me, how many grooms are there working here?"

"Including Father and Grandfather, three, Sir."

"So, not counting your ancestors, just you then?"

"Yes Sir."

"Between you and me, I have a little predicament," confided his lordship.

"Sir?"

"Well, you see, I have to go out tonight on business and I am concerned about my wife being left alone."

"I could get one of the maids to sit with her, if it would help, Sir."

Lord John hesitated before saying, "No, there's the rub, she doesn't much care for the company of women.

"Besides that, her biggest fear is of robbers.

"If some healthy young men could keep her entertained, she wouldn't have to worry.

"I do have a friend who works at an alehouse in South Street, he may be willing to help, Sir," offered Thomas.

"Perhaps I could give you and this young man sixpence each to spend the evening in our room. Are you sure there aren't more of you?"

"As I recall, Sir, last time you were in town, your wife gave me a half-crown to keep her entertained," said Thomas, playing his cards with some skill.

"Oh did she, I didn't know," lied the lord.

He went on, "Is this other chap young and muscular?"

"Yes Sir, very much so."

"Very well, I will give each of you a half-crown but I must be assured of your complete discretion. My wife wouldn't want anyone else knowing that she is afraid to be alone. Also, you must do whatever she wants to keep her entertained."

"Yes Sir, for half a crown each we would keep Queen Henrietta Maria's mother entertained.

...

"Yes, yes. I have made arrangements with every available young groom in this hostelry and there is even going to be an extra helping hand, as it were. So don't worry," said her husband.

"I am sorry that I joked about selfishness earlier today, I know that you would stop at nothing to make me happy," smiled her ladyship.

"And the same goes for me."

Lady Mary was naked apart from her satin bowed shoes and a pair of the finest Chinese silk stockings; oh, and a wide black leather belt, loosely fastened around her waist, that she had purchased that day in the market.

She threw a cape around her shoulders as she urged Lord John, "Quickly hide yourself in the wardrobe, they may be here soon."

Wearing nothing but his shirt he climbed in, leaving the door open sufficiently for him to see his wife as well as the bed.

Within ten minutes there was a knock.

"Come in!" Mary commanded.

The young men shuffled in looking sheepish.

"Only two?" asked her ladyship, "are there more to come?"

"No Madam, only two of us," said Thomas.

She looked peeved.

"I suppose you will have to suffice."

Speaking to Thomas, she said, "I have seen you before, haven't I?"

"Yes Madam, well parts of me. Is it your pleasure for us to expose ourselves while you play with our cocks again?"

"That may do for a start," she replied.

She went on, "You are Garth from the Antelope, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's right."

She was relieved when he added with a smile, "I'm sure that I don't remember you." Although his face looked as if he remembered her very well.

"Has my husband paid you both yet, Thomas?"

"Yes Madam, half a crown each."

"So he knew that there were only two of you?"

"Oh yes, Madam."

Lady Mary thought for a moment, colour rising in her cheeks. She approached the wardrobe, closed the door and slipped the catch into place.

Plunged into sudden darkness, his lordship was astonished. He obviously had underestimated her wish for more young men. She was taking great delight in a little gentle retribution.

What should he do? He wanted to watch but he couldn't see. John could hardly kick the door as that would expose him to ridicule.

He tried to peer through the cracks but his view was very limited; nevertheless he could hear.

"If you perform to my complete satisfaction, I will give you each a further two shillings," said Lady Mary.

"Thank you Madam," they both answered.

"Right, remove your breeches," instructed Lady Mary.

Thomas asked, "Completely off, Madam?"

"Yes, please. You will thank me for it later."

The two young men provided a comical sight as they both hopped about on one foot while taking off their boots. Losing their breeches was even funnier but the lady controlled herself, as ladies do in this situation.

She remembered Thomas from her previous visit. Even though his cock was only slightly roused she knew its potential. Garth on the other hand had far more.

"Garth, stand by the side of the bed. Turn and lay back over it. Do not be tempted to play with your dick," commanded Lady Mary, her voice raised enough for her husband to hear.

She approached the opposite side.

"Stand where I can see you, Thomas. But do not touch yourself"

The lady removed her cape.

"Christ!" said Thomas.

Garth forced his head backwards in an attempt to see what had impressed his friend. In vain, Lord John squinted and manoeuvred himself trying to do the same.

Lady Mary bent forward placing a hand either side of Garth's chest. She dangled her left nipple over his mouth. The prone youth knew what was expected of him as he clamped his lips over it and sucked. He raised his right hand to cup the right breast and squeezed it hard.

From her vantage point, her ladyship had an excellent view of both cocks as they slowly became rigid. She had fond memories of teasing Thomas.' It now became clear what his father had meant when he talked of Garth having 'an enormous root.'

Not only was it long but it was considerably thicker at the base than at the head; although the head didn't lack substance in itself.

The disadvantaged lord could see none of this. He was left solely with his imagination. That was running wild as he felt his erection push against the door.

As if recalling Lady Mary's play acting at The Antelope, Garth stopped squeezing and started pulling and twisting Mary's right teat. Something must have given him the impression that this was her preference.

While Lady Mary rather liked telling young men what to do, she was pleased that Garth had used his initiative. Although she might regret it tomorrow, she was quickly discovering the joy of having her nipples abused. What else had her husband and son failed to think of?

She looked Thomas straight in the eyes with the glow of lust on her face. His cock twitched.

Lord John was painting his own pictures from the little information that he had. He added more brush strokes when his wife said, "I think that you will be better employed behind me now, Thomas."

The young groom took his place. Her ladyship's noble fanny was more than ready as he slipped into it.

"Wait!" she instructed.

He waited.

As Thomas felt Lady settling around his cock, she commanded, "Begin!"

He began.

Lord John was conflicted. He had an overwhelming urge to tug on his straining phallus but he was still holding on to the hope that he would be required once the grooms had finished with his wife; or more precisely, when she had finished with them. He interlocked his fingers behind his back and prayed.

Thomas had determination. Lady Mary knew this from their previous encounter when she had to use extreme measures to make him part with his spume. As he pulled tightly on the leather belt and banged into her rump she made a secret wish that he'd lost none of his willpower.

Her wish was granted.

Each thrust and pull made her view of Garth's impressive weapon advance and retreat.

Lady Mary was enjoying Thomas's cock but her mind was on what was to come.

"Good boy, Thomas, ream me hard, it is good to have a young cock for once," she cried, as much to enrage her husband as to encourage her rider. She knew that, when he was annoyed, his lordship always fucked her recklessly.

"Yes! Yes! Such a young stud," she added. While this spurred on Thomas, it also made Garth's knob twitch. Lady Mary was concerned that he may go off prematurely.

"Quickly fill me up, Thomas."

As before Thomas refused to oblige. He simply ploughed on.

"Change places!" instructed the lady.

Garth gave one last pull on the teat and released the suction on the other. He slid from the bed.

Thomas stopped his pumping reluctantly, as the two men changed sides. He lay backwards on the bed and slipped under Lady Mary's hanging tits. He latched onto the right nipple.

She commanded, "Now work on the other one with your fing..."

Garth stroked the head of his penis up and down her vulva before pushing it into Lady Mary.

With just the knob in place he halted and took a grip on the belt. He knew that it was unwise for him to go crashing into a woman, even a mature one. There was more fun to be had from delayed expectation.

Slowly he inched forward. Lady Mary felt herself being stretched as the cone shape sank deeper. As Thomas heard her taking a gulp of air, he pulled hard on the nipple, she gulped more air.

Garth had been in this situation before, but his usual kitchen maids or shop girls would inevitably cry, "Stop! Please stop!" at this point.

The merchant's wife cried, "Yes! Yes! Go!"

He started to go. He exercised no restraint.

His lordship stood on tiptoes trying to see through the slight crack at the top of the door. He caught the sight of an animal-like look in just one of Garth's eyes, but no more.

Still hard, but glistening from her juices, Thomas' cock lay pointing straight at her ladyship. Only Garth's grip on the black leather prevented Lady Mary's head from crashing against it with each thrust.

Even in her ecstasy, her ladyship could hiss at Thomas, "That will teach you to fill me when I tell you to. You can stay unfinished."

Thomas pulled harder.

"Holy Mother of Fuck! I am coming to you! Fill me Garth! Fill me," she shouted.

Garth threw back his head and grunted loudly as he obeyed. He shouted, "You dirty whore." As he did so he released his grip on the belt. Her ladyship was thrown forward. The shock caused Thomas to let go of his suction and his grip.

Lady Mary's head hit his stomach and her dark hair engulfed his erection. Her belly landed on Thomas' face as Garth flopped out of her. He fell forward onto the lady.

Thomas was shocked into losing his control, his spunk exploded into the mass of dark feminine curls.

All three lay on the bed panting like exhausted greyhounds.

Eventually, Lady Mary said, "Be gone now, there is a half-crown on the table for each of you.

"Mind you well, not a word to anyone. If you do, I will send men in the night with clubs," she added, trying to sound frightening. She knew that that was something she would never really contenounce but tonight was not a night for niceness.

Her ladyship rolled to one side and lay there while both young men performed their ungainly dressing dance.

"Thank you, Madam," said Thomas.

"Yes, thank you very much Mary, I mean Madam. Sorry for calling you a whore," added Garth, as they left.

She didn't move for several minutes.

"Let me out!" barked Lord John, angrily as he banged in the wardrobe door.

Lady Mary slipped from the bed and lifted the catch.

Blinking in the candle light, her husband burst out into the room. His erect cock swayed before him.

"Why in the Devil did you lock me in, Madam?"

"I was a little peeved that you only paid for two young men," she laughed.

"There were only two, damn it!" Lord John spluttered.

"More importantly, when you are annoyed you lose your control and you fuck me recklessly," she added as she bent over the table.

He could have vented his anger with more words but he knew she was right.

In three strides he was behind her. He easily slid his throbbing cock into the mess that Garth had left behind.

It only took three thrusts before Lady Mary announced, "I fear that you are too small for me tonight, Sir."

As he felt another anger surge within him, Lord John pulled out. Gripping his slippery penis below its head, he forced it into the lady's asshole and yanked hard on the leather belt.

"A very wise choice, Sir, if I may say so," said Lady Mary in her best Dorsetshire Tavern Slut accent.