Lady of the Manor

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are fiction no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line.

Lady of the Manor

I wake up. My husband is still sleeping. I raise my head to look over him at the bedside clock. Twenty minutes until the radio will start. I cuddle up to his back, and reach over. I stroke his penis lightly. He responds without waking up. He hardens. I wrap my hand around him and gently stroke. This brings him awake. He rolls over. "Good morning love." I keep stoking him and he gets harder. I am getting wet and ready for him. With my other hand I sweep the cobwebs from my clit.

Jeffery pushes me over onto my back. I spread my legs. He rolls over onto me, and enters me slowly. I am very wet, there is little resistance to his entry. I keep teasing my clit. I really love the feeling of a penis filling my pussy. He picks up his speed, and I start to gasp "Oh!" with each stroke. My orgasm is digging its claws into me. It picks me up and shakes me like a cat killing a mouse. Jeffery stiffens and slams into me holding as his cum fills me up. I am sure that the neighbors three miles away can hear me cum. I love the warmth of fresh cum inside me.

Jeffery collapses on me. Then pulls his elbows in to take some of his weight off of me. It also has the effect of squeezing my C cup breasts up between us. He kisses me deeply. I reciprocate. Jeffery is slightly taller than me.

Jeffery thinks we are trying for a second child. I know better. Not yet. However, I am preparing. I will need to make a few more changes before having my IUD removed.

When Jeffery is soft, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the shower start up. I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I watch until Jeffery gets into the shower, then I join him. I soap him up and scrub his wonderful body. He reciprocates, spending extra time washing my breasts and crotch.

I notice that his erection has returned. I turn and face the wall. I push out my butt, spread my legs and get up on tip toe. I rotate my hips to facilitate access. Jeffery enters me again. I lean my head against the wall. I love the feeling of a penis filling my pussy. I reach down and rub my clit. I rub hard because Jeffery in the shower cums faster than in the bed. I start to gasp "Oh!" with each stroke. Jeffery cums, and that is enough to trigger my orgasm. It is a much more refined cat this time, and makes me purr rather than tossing me around. I love the warmth of fresh cum inside me.

We turn off the shower, dry and get dressed.

Jennifer, the cook has prepared breakfast, and nanny April brings down Jeffery junior. At one year two months he is a messy eater. Jennifer serves us. I notice that she rubs her breast on Jeffery's arm. I smile; they have now been lovers for about a year. I don't know if they know that I know. Jeffery announces that he is going to check out the barns this morning. He rises and on his way past nanny, he cups her butt. She smiles at him. I don't think they are lovers yet, but she is responding to his approaches. The previous nanny threatened a sexual harassment suit before he got to cupping her butt on the way out of the house. This was about 6 months ago. We had to pay her off, then scramble to find a replacement. We had a loud fight over it. Jeffery had a week with no sex. Even Jennifer cut him off for the week. He was miserable.

I head out for my morning walk. I call Buddy, our golden lab, and he gallops out. He likes walk time. I notice that Jeffery's Rover is still in its parking space. He and Jennifer know that I will be away for at least an hour.

Buddy and I walk west, toward the McHarvey estate. We wander through the woods till we reach an old cottage overlooking a small lake. Buddy knows the routine and is out in the water immediately. I strip, piling my clothes on the picnic table I had moved out here when I had the cottage restored. Our land ends part way across the small lake. I walk out into the lake then swim for a while. No sign of him.

I gather my clothes, and go to the cottage. He lies on the bed; I place my clothes on the chair. He is naked, stroking his cock. He is a bit smaller than Jeffery's 7 inches. I climb onto the bed and announce "I'm wet".

He grins. "So, I see." Rodney is our gamekeeper, and a regular part of my schedule, though he is just back from holidays with his wife. While Jeffery is fucking Jennifer, I am fucking Rodney. I mount him. I am wet in more than one sense of the word. He slides into me easily. I am well lubricated. I love the feeling of a penis filling my pussy.

Rodney is a short man, 5'6" to my 5'11". He has red hair, is slightly balding, and in his 50's. I am Blonde, thin and approaching 30. Jeffery is 6', dark haired, and approaching 40. Some consider me to be a trophy wife, but I am far more than that.

I lean forward till my nipples just brush his chest. He starts thrusting, and my nipples scrape back and forth on his chest. They get very hard. I reach back and rub my clit. I start to gasp "Oh!" with each stroke. I cum, the cat is more aggressive this time. I slam myself down onto Rodney. My pussy milks his cock and he cums. I love the warmth of fresh cum inside me.

I tell Rodney that we will be taking a hiatus while I get pregnant with Jeffery's next child. He wants to know how long. "I expect about 6 months, then probably a bit again after the birth. Could be more, or less."

I get up, and get dressed. Buddy and I walk back to the house. I can feel cum running down my leg. When I reach the house, I feed Buddy, and then clean myself up in the back bathroom.

Jennifer is just starting to clean up the dishes. "I am off to my Yoga this morning."

"Very good ma'am. Do you have any requests for dinner tonight?"

I stop to think for a moment. "How about a seafood pasta, I think Jeffery would like that."

"Very good mam, I will do that. If you could pick up some scallops on the way home that would help." She smiles at me as I head up to change into my Yoga clothes.

Our Yoga instructor is a young man in his mid-twenties. The class is all women. At the end, most of the women leave. Cynthia talks to our instructor, negotiating a "Private" session for later in the day. Cynthia is in her 40's and married to a successful barrister. On her way out she stops to kiss me on the cheek. "Have a good time dear. Oh, by the way, tell Jeffery that Rachel Cummins may need some help around the house. Her husband leaves this afternoon for a 6-week trip to the continent."

Help around the house is a euphemism, she has a maid. "I will let him know. I am sure he will be eager to help her out."

Donald is all mine now. We move into his office. I strip and lay on the couch. He strips and goes down on me. He is very good, worth every penny of the extra hundred I slip him at the end of each "Private" session. He has me moaning almost continuously within a minute of starting. I am sure my orgasm can be heard in the next county. The cat shakes me vigorously.

"I want you inside me." Donald rolls me over into doggy, and his 6" cock enters me. I love the feeling of a penis filling my pussy. Donald is a skilled lover. His "Private" sessions are filled with the women in the area. He calls the cat again. I start to gasp "Oh!" with each stroke. When I cum, the cat is aggressive, but more gentle than last time. Finally, Donald cums. I love the warmth of fresh cum inside me.

I tell him about my decision to have another child, and the necessity for a hiatus.

"Let me know when you want to restart the private sessions."

"Have no fear, I will be back." I tip him another 100 with his regular fee, on my way out. He thanks me.

On the way home I pull into the Tesco and pick up the shopping for today, including fresh scallops. It is close to noon when I get back to the house. I bring in part of the groceries. Jennifer is reading her erotic magazine. Before she arrived, I had no idea that there were magazines with erotic stories. I drop the bag of groceries on the counter. Jennifer jumps. "Sorry, I did not mean to startle you." I look over her shoulder. "What is the story this time?"

"Sorry, not one of the ones you like."

"Ah, a non-consensual story."

"Yes."

I put my hands on her shoulders. "Do they turn you on?"

"Yes"

I push my hands down her arms, just brushing her breasts. She twists her arms and traps my hands against her breasts, pushing them out in front of her. She looks up at me. "Jeffery told me that you like girls."

"What about you, I know you like Jeffery."

She starts a bit. "You know?"

"Of course, you have been screwing him for almost a year. When I punished him with a week without sex for the last nanny fiasco, you did too."

She blushes. "Does he know you know?"

"Probably not, and you won't tell him."

"Oh, oh, of course not."

"You didn't answer me. Are you interested in girls?" Of course, I knew the answer, I had her investigated before I hired her.

"Yeah, somewhat, more boys than girls, but I still appreciate a good snog with a girl. Are you thinking about me that way?"

"Yes, this whole dropping my lovers so we can have a child is just starting and I am already thinking of replacing the men with some women."

"Well, I am interested."

"I have a lunch at the club in half an hour. I will be back about 2:30, say we meet in my room at 3?"

"What do you want me to wear?"

"Nothing"

I head upstairs to change into something more suited to a formal lunch at the club.

Brenda has already obtained a table when I get there. She stands as I approach and holds out her arms for a hug. I take the opportunity to bend my head down to match her 5'5" and kiss her. I hold her head and try to lick her tonsils. Then I break.

"People will notice."

"Let them." I smile. Brenda smiles. We are occasional lovers.

We order lunch and talk banalities. Lunch arrives and a moment later a man approaches the table.

"Lady Slough?"

I sigh. "It is pronounced sloo." I look up at him. Mid 40's a bit roughly dressed, clearly no woman in his life, an American accent. "What can I do for you."

He holds out his hand. "I am James Woodward. I sent a proposal to your husband but it was returned by an analyst. I would like to talk to him about it, but have not managed to get through to him. I am wondering if you could ask him to call me?"

"Woodward, the manufacturing proposal. Our analyst said you have not done your homework. You need to validate your market properly."

"Yes, that is what the analyst said. But it does not apply, our product is so innovative that the customers don't even know they need it yet."

"Well, he has not seen your proposal, and he won't until you validate your market."

"You see, that is the thing, I don't need to validate my market, it is obvious."

"Mr. Woodward, the analyst gave me her analysis of your proposal. She told me you needed to validate the market. Your comments have shown me that you cannot take advice. I will instruct her to not accept any proposal in the future from you." I don't mention that I am the analyst.

He huffed. "Well, what do you know about running a business?"

"I have an MBA from Cambridge Judge Business School, I currently manage a 200 million per year business. I think I know what I am doing. Kindly leave us to our lunch before I ask the manager to have you removed."

He turns and leaves. George the manager hustles over. "I am sorry mam. I did not see him before he got to your table."

"Not a problem George, just make sure he does not get back in."

"Yes, my lady."

I turn to my lunch and tell Brenda about the decision to have another baby.

"Oh, I know you. That long with only one man to meet your needs is going to be tough. Should I plan on visiting you a couple of days each week?"

That makes me feel better. "That would be lovely. I could come see you some as well."

She grimaces. "We would have to be very careful. Bob thinks you are a bad influence on me."

"Yes, the unfortunate incident when I had the strippers over to your place. At least he did not catch you having sex with them."

"Well, he thought it was bad enough that I was giving one a hand job when he walked in on us."

"Yes, I can see where there may be a problem. So, my place then. Would you be interested if Jeffry was to join us for a threesome occasionally?"

"I would love that, but for Bob's sake I probably should say no."

"OK, you can change your mind any time."

I made it home without incident. By 3 I was sitting on my bed naked. There was a knock. "Come"

Jennifer opened the door naked. I smiled. She moved forward and I could see April down the hall looking at us. "April, you are welcome to join us if you wish?" I don't know April's sexual orientation. We really had limited time to investigate her before we offered her the job. Jennifer closed the door. I noticed her pile of clothes neatly folded and stacked by the door.

Jennifer was between my legs and just starting to lick me when the door opened. April stepped through naked. "The baby is asleep." She held up a baby monitor. "I brought this in case he wakes up." She put it on the dresser and turned up the volume. I patted the bed next to me. April looks at me "I hope you don't mind. It has been months since anyone male or female has touched me, and I am horny."

"Don't worry love, Jennifer and I will take care of you. Though Jeffery will be pissed that I got you first."

"What is it with Jeffery? Two weeks ago, I was expecting him to show up in my bed, still nothing."

"Well, the last nanny got him spooked. He did not read the signals well and she threatened a sexual assault suit."

"OK, I can see how that might have an impact, but I have been trying to make it clear that I am interested."

"Don't worry, I will tell him tonight."

At that point Jennifer's ministrations brought the cat out and he was wild. I love a good orgasm. Jennifer is good, and as it turns out so is April. Talking ended, fucking ensued. Jennifer showed April my toy drawer.

At 4 Jennifer excused herself to work on dinner. I was just bringing April to an orgasm when the baby woke up. As soon as she stopped shaking, she was off to deal with him. I am left to my toys. They are nice, but not as good as a man.

April came down with the baby for dinner. Jeffery fussed over the baby, taking the opportunity to brush against April's breast. She leaned into it.

After dinner Jeffery and I retired to the TV room.

"Dare I ask why a pile of April's clothes is just outside our bedroom door?"

I whispered. "Jennifer and I fucked her this afternoon. The baby cried and she ran to deal with him."

"Shit, you got her before I did?"

"She has been expecting you in her bed for the last two weeks. You may want to pay her a visit later this evening. Oh, and I talked to Cynthia today. She says that Rachel Cummins needs to be fucked. Her husband is out of town for 6 weeks."

"Rachel, I haven't had time with her since spring. Her husband doesn't seem to trust her."

"With you in the vicinity, I wouldn't either."

Jeffery laughed. "True, I need to learn to be more discrete. Speaking of discrete, I overheard Rodney complaining to one of the stable hands that you had cut him off."

"Well, you want a child and I figure you want it to be yours, so I told him no more till after I am pregnant."

"Ah, so the IUD is still in place?"

"And will be for another two weeks."

"Why so long, do you have others to cut off?"

"No, everyone had their last by the end of today."

"So why so long?"

I sighed. "You don't remember your sex ed classes do you."

"Heh, heh, I spent them thinking about fucking Rosalynd."

"Sperm survives in the female body for a week. I will allow two weeks to be sure I don't have a super sperm hiding away waiting for an egg to show up. Then when I am confident that the only surviving sperm are yours, I will have the IUD pulled."

"Good" He leaned over to kiss me. Very quickly the television ceased to attract my attention. As I may have said before, I do love the feeling of a penis filling my pussy.