The Bride Absconded (closed for cumnchat)

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Roger stormed out of the manor and crossed the stable yard shouting,

"JAMES, JAMES, COME HERE YOU NO GOOD LOUT.

James appeared at the door to the stables wondering why Sir Roger was shouting and appeared angry with him.

"Yes Sir, did you want me? Oi've done all me jobs and showed Miss Bea round the gardens loike you said Sir."

"What else did you show her you disgusting boy, she's with my wife now crying her eyes out saying you made improper advances to her, did you try to entice her into a roll in the hay.?"

"No Sir, oi dint, oi ain't touched her 'cept..............." The realization dawned in his eyes,

"Except what? when? where? what did you do to her boy? Out with it, the truth now before I give you a whipping"

"Loike I said Sir, the only toime I touched her was when she slipped on the cobbles and oi caught her, oi made a joke about her throwing herself at me and she just run orf, why would she say oi did summat wrong Sir? Oi loike her Sir, loike her a lot, she's real pretty."

Roger calmed down when he heard James's side of the story but he decided to have a stern word with him anyway.

"Are you sure that's all there was to it? You didn't touch her intimately?"

"No Sir, oi dint, oi swear."

"Very well James I believe you but there's something you should know, Bea is still very young in her ways and naive, she has little or no experience of bold young men, if she can misconstrue a joke into a sexual advance then she will panic and run, I will do my best to repair things or rather my wife will, I suggest that tomorrow you find her, preferably in the company of others and offer your apologies, I am not saying she will accept them but you will have admitted you were in the wrong. One more thing James, I agree with you, she is real pretty."

 

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Once Roger returned from his little talk with James, he informed her as to what exactly had transpired between the lovelost couple. Clarissa had rolled her eyes, and then laughed at Roger.

“Perhaps Bea is another Clarissa Fay Fernwood in the making. Someone that has no interest in the opposite sex?” Roger gave her a look that told her that he seriously doubted that. “Is this the kind of young man willing to traipse all over the English countryside after a woman?” She giggled at the look that he gave her. Instead, Roger pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her soundly.

Neither one of them were aware of exactly when Bea entered the room. She had not realized that they were in there and somehow she managed to hold herself quiet and quickly backed out of the room. Standing out in the hall, it broke her heart to see Her Ladyship kiss him. The woman really was not the right one for Sir DeCoverly. After all, for as long as the two had been wed, Her Ladyship was not even with child yet. Were he married to her, she was quite sure that she would already carry the man’s future child within her womb. Perhaps it was because she was always riding that black horse of hers. Probably rode the baby right out of her belly. She had heard that babies didn’t like all that jostling around.

She gave a ragged sigh and knocked on the door, waiting for entirely too long before she heard Sir Roger call out to enter. The missus still sat upon his lap, so close to his manhood that she remembered seeing. So big and funny-colored, but for all she knew, all men’s members were big and funny colored.

She flushed at the memory and gave a little curtesy. Her voice quivered as she gave her message.

“The cook is needing you, Your Ladyship. She wants to prepare the menus for this week’s meals.”

Clarissa rolled her eyes and sighed.

“This is the part that I’m not good at. The ‘acting like the good little wife’ part.” She kissed Roger on the nose. “I did warn you about that. If you end up with a meal of sheep’s ears and squid eyeballs, it shall be your own fault.”

Laughing, she stood up, leaving a smear of dirt and grass on his pants as she sauntered off. It took all of Bea’s self control not to rush over and clean off the man’s trousers. How could the woman leave such a mess on her husband?

After a very brief torn moment, Bea curtsied to Roger and then went running after her mistress.

 

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Bea's arrival slightly annoyed Roger as he had plans for him and Clarissa that did not include saying what they should have for dinner, he had her on his knee and becoming amorous, her kisses were hot and sweet, their tongues were dancing with each other. It took him several moments to disengage from Clarissa's embrace but off she went to do her wifely duties, Bea however still stood there as if she wanted to say something but then turned and went scurrying after her mistress. He suspected what was on Bea's mind and decided to speak to Clarissa about educating Bea about the birds and the bees as there was no one else she could turn to.

Roger and Clarissa sat down to dinner, Roger was quiet, thinking, then he came to a decision and broached the subject of Bea's lack of knowledge and experience with men.

"Clarissa dearest I have something to say that may shock and offend you which is not my intention at all, do not interrupt just listen and we will discuss it afterwards. It concerns Bea, she is a sweet innocent girl and completely devoid of sense when it comes to men and their....... um........ tackle. She has had two accidental sightings of my ...erm,,, rod and I think she has become fixated on it. In doing so I believe she has become jealous of you, which is totally wrong, what if I,,,, that is, we, allowed her to see me properly and maybe touch it and explain that all men have something similar, I do not wish to sound vain but not many men can compare to which even you cannot testify, but I assure you that I speak the truth. We explain that things are said in jest like poor James did but she should put that behind her and take things into her own hands, not literally of course but if she wanted to compare I am sure James would be only too happy to oblige. The finer points of being with a man I would leave for you to explain."

He finished and looked to Clarissa to see how she had taken his suggestion.

 

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As Roger spoke, Clarissa’s fork stopped moving and her jaw slowly dropped as she looked at him incredulously. Once he finished he looked at her as if the entire idea might be worthy.

“Have you lost your mind???? Are you crazy? That has to be the most asinine idea that I have ever heard! By the time that you were through with her, she would be so in love with you that she would be on your heels forever.”

Clarissa threw down her napkin in disgust and spoke in a terse whisper. “And to consider to bring James into it! Really! Just imagine this another way. Imagine that James was taken with me. Would you have him come up and have me naked waiting for him. Let him squeeze my breast and stick his fingers up my sex. Maybe have Bea standing nude so that he could do the same to her and compare us?” Roger had the decency to look both outraged and embarrassed.

“I thought as much! I may be a bit unconventional but I’ll be damned if I allow such a thing to happen to that poor misguided girl. I will set her straight, woman to woman. YOU...” Clarissa rather pointedly pointed a finger at her husband, “...stay out of it. And your suggestion will not happen!”

Roger had not seen Clarissa that angry since when he had turned up at Fernwood Manor and first laid eyes on her. But there was no two ways about it - Clarissa was angry.

Instead of finishing her lunch, Clarissa threw down her napkin and rose, glaring once more at Roger before heading off upstairs. Once in the master bedroom, she rang for Bea. It took a couple of minutes but she heard a tentative knock on the door.

“Come in!” The door slowly opened and Bea stuck her head in.

“Did yew caul?”

“Yes, Bea. Come in here and close the door.” The young girl did so hesitantly and stood with her hands clasped before her, looking as if she feared either being fired or slapped. Clarissa smiled at her and sat down on the settee, petting the space beside her. “Bea, sit down here beside me. I think that it is time that we had a little talk.”

Bea slowly sat down beside her, fiddling her hands. “Did Oi dew sumfin’ wroing?”

Clarissa pet the girl’s arm. “ Bea, did your mother ever talk to you about the facts of life?”

Bea nodded.

“What did she say?”

The girl hesitated and blushed as she cleared her throat. “Me mum told me that it’s sumfin’ that a woife ’as ta do.”

“Bea, honey, it’s something that a wife wants to do, when it’s her husband. When it’s the right man. But at first, I wanted nothing to do with Roger. I called him all kinds of names, and even ran away on Thunder trying to lose him. I rode all over England trying to lose him. But you know what?”

Bea shook her head, her eyes growing bigger as the story progressed.

“He followed me everywhere. Like a bloodhound he hunted me down until her finally caught up with me at the house of a mutual friend. We didn’t even know that the other knew that friend. But the woman showed me that only someone that in love with me would go to all that trouble.”

Bea sat there, a stunned expression on her face. As she thought, her look changed to one starting to fall in love.

“You see, Roger fell in love with me, and was willing to follow me any and everywhere. And I realized that I loved him. He puts up with all my wildness. He loves me despite the fact that I am not the perfect wife, and never will be. And I love him fiercely, despite his crazy ideas and situations that he manages to get himself in to. We are made for each other.”

“Now, Sir Roger went and talked to James. James said that while he was showing you around, that you tripped and he caught you. He was just being a gentleman. But he was just teasing you when he said that you threw yourself at him. He did not mean anything by it. He was probably a bit embarrassed at having touched your body but he didn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.”

Bea sat there for a moment, hurt and embarrassed. Clarissa smiled at her.

“See, you are a very pretty young lady. And a pretty young thing like you might catch the eye of many a young man. But you want to do so with a single young man, not someone married.”

Bea looked embarrassed at having been caught.

“Honey, you accidentally saw something that is very special between two people. Part of that is my husband’s fault, as he should have been aware that you were coming into the room. And part of that is your fault because you didn’t knock first. But that is now in the past.”

She paused and looked at Bea.

“Bea, honey, do you have any questions so far?”

The young girl hesitated, started to ask something and then paused. Finally she nodded and, leaning towards Clarissa, whispered, “Does it really...does it really ’urt...yew know...the...foist toim?”

 

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Clarissa's reaction to his suggestion that they should allow Bea to see and actually touch his manhood was entirely predictable but he was completely unprepared for her calling him mad and her anger almost frightened him, an ex soldier who had fought in wars and been wounded, frightened of a woman, a couple of months ago he would have thought that to be impossible but the more he thought abut it after Clarissa had stormed off in anger he realised that it wasn't so much that he was frightened of Clarissa herself but he was scared of the thought of losing her. She was right, his suggestion was crazy and would quite possibly have the opposite effect to that he wanted to achieve, it would be best to leave it to Clarissa, woman to woman was most definitely the best way forward.

Still he couldn't leave things as they were so he went in search of James to have a man to man talk.

"James, about Bea," he began but James interrupted him,

"Oi dint do owt Sir oi swear, oi just caught 'er when she tripped and wiv 'er in me arms loike that it just came out, she got it all wrong Sir."

"It's alright James I believe you, You like her don't you? Like her a lot?"

"Why yes Sir, she's the prettiest girl for miles around, but oi s'pose she don't loike me no more, we wuz gettin' on loike a 'ouse on fire until then."

"Well if that's the case the only thing I can advise you to do is don't give up, you won't know but Lady DeCoverly led me a merry dance and I chased her over half of England before I could convince her to marry me, so the first thing you should do is seek her out and tell her how sorry you are if you offended her and then ask her to picnic with you, I will give Cook instructions to make a special hamper for you both."

James's eyes went wide at that and he stammered his thanks,

"Tha,,, thankyou Sir, if you think that's best way to go abaht it, I'll go find her roight now."

"Take it easy lad, don't rush or push let her get used to you being around."

James's face beamed and he went back to work whistling.

 

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She paused and looked at Bea.

“Bea, honey, do you have any questions so far?”

The young girl hesitated, started to ask something and then paused. Finally she nodded and, leaning towards Clarissa, whispered, “Does it really...does it really ’urt...yew know...the...foist toim?”

Clarissa hesitated, but nodded to the young thing. “I can only speak for myself and I’ll be honest with you. Yes, it did. But it really depends upon the size of the man’s manhood and the size that a woman is inside her. There is some bleeding but that is expected.”

Bea looked worriedly at her but Clarissa assured her. “Bea, honey, when you were young, you probably played outside and fell and skinned your knee. It hurt but you didn’t think that you were dying. Well, this is like it. Only after a bit of time, it is wonderful too. Oh so wonderful that the world spins. But it’s wonderful only with the right man. Only with your man. Not with somebody else’s man.”

Once again, Bea blushed, yet there was a stubbornness to her chin. “But ‘ow duz yew know?”

“Honey, you know. You know when a man is interested in you. He talks sweet to you. Says nice things to you. Asks to take you out. You know. I knew when my man did all those things. And yet I still fought it until he chased me all across England. It was then that I realized that I loved him too. You remember when Sir Roger had the room sprinkled with rose petals and filled with candles, that was him showing me how much he loves me.”

Bea frowned. “But sumptoims thay make mistakes. Sumptoins thay picks the wrong woman.”

“Yes, but they know when they realize that they are unhappy. Or when they make the other person unhappy.”

Bea was quiet for a minute.

“Bea, you are basing feelings upon something that you were not supposed to see. You are not feeling love. You are feeling sexual urges. It is natural. But if you had seen another man’s privates, you would have felt the same thing for him. It’s natural to feel such urges, but an adult woman realizes that, accepts it and moves on. A mature woman doesn’t act on everything that she sees and feels. You’re not a child - you’re and adult and an adult woman knows that you have to also use your intelligence and not go after every man that offers her a roll in the hay. You want it to be the right man. That special man.”

The two talked a while longer before Bea quietly thanked her and left the room, deep in thought. And Clarissa still was not sure that she had straightened the girl out. She went off in search of her husband and eventually found him in his office going over the estate books.

“Well, I tried but... well, at least I got her thinking. If she comes to you, just be truthful. But don’t talk about your privates or show them to her. I’ve explained that it was all an accident. Maybe let her know that James might like her.” She stood there looking flustered.

“Are those your books or Fernwood ledgers?”

 

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During the two weeks leading up to Roger's birthday James apologised to Bea and invited her to join him on a picnic just as Sir Roger had suggested to him and to his delight Bea accepted and it went well as they chatted and found they both had a love of animals and James told that was why he had become a groom because he had a particular love of horses, Bea told him that if she could she would love to have a kitten,

"I don't see why you shouldn't have a kitten, just keep it away from the kitchen and the henhouse, perhaps though you should ask permission from the Master or the Mistress."

James suggested and that evening Bea mentioned it to Clarissa as she was dressing her for dinner. Clarissa had no objection and Bea went away smiling happily, the very next day James sought out Bea and asked her to come to the stables with him, she was a bit nervous as she had heard stories from the other maids of what they had done in the stables amongst the straw bales, but she went all the same and James led to very back of the stables and pointed to a stall and said,

"Take a look in there Bea and if you see one you like you shall have it."

Curious now, Bea peeked over the top of the stall and saw a 'clowder' of kittens just a few weeks old.

"OOOHHH, they're all beautiful, oi'd have them all if oi cud."She exclaimed, her eyes shining.

"Afraid one is your limit Bea, look closer and let one choose you, 'tis the best way."

Bea stepped inside the stall to get closer and one of the tabby kittens detached itself from the rest and tottered over to sniff at Bea's outstretched hand and then rubbed its head on her palm.

"Looks as though yous bin claimed Bea its a girl no name as yet that's up to you."

"She's beautiful, I shall call her Muffin as that is my favourite cake." Bea picked up the tiny kitten and held it to her cuddling it.

"Thank you James it's wonderful, how can I thank you?"

James looked a bit embarrassed but managed to blurt out.

"If it's not being too forward Bea a kiss would be rather nice."

Bea looked startled for a moment then remembered what Lady DeCoverly had told her. It would be her first proper kiss with a man and she wanted to know what it would be like so she put the kitten down and kissed James quite firmly on the lips, a peck on his lips to be truthful but she found it rather nice so she kissed him again, longer this time and his arms went around her holding her close. Eventually she pulled away, breathless and stated determinedly.

"That was nice James but that's as far as it goes, oi moight let yew kiss me agen sometoime but don't get it in yer 'ead that yew can kiss me whenever yew loike."

She picked up the kitten and stalked off still not recovered from what had been a most pleasant experience.

 

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As it drew closer to closer to Roger’s birthday and the celebration, she had heard from almost everyone. So far, most everyone had answered, and only a few would be unable to attend. Clarissa could not keep the party a secret, as Roger would certainly realize what was happening once people started arriving. Actually, he could figure things out with all the chaos happening around the house, what with the massive cleaning that was happening around the manor and all the additional cooking going on. Therefore, the man spent a large portion of the day walking around with a goofy grin on his face. Poor cook could not get much work done without Roger sticking his nose in and announcing his favorite dishes and least favorite foods.

Even her father had agreed to come though just recently the man had complained that his own son-in-law was making him a laughing stock in the higher end gaming halls where Roger had set a limit upon exactly how much credit was to be extended to Sir Fernwood. Clarissa suspected that Father wanted to come so that perhaps he could convince Roger to give him more. Sir Fernwood may have suspected but did not know for certain that his own daughter stood completely behind her husband’s decision. She had the memory of just how she became acquainted with Roger and she certainly had no intention of something similar happening again.

Meanwhile, Bea seemed determined to do as Clarissa had suggested to her. The young girl had gone on several dates with young James, and each time had returned with her cheeks flushed from the evening’s events. The girl did not seem upset, yet she did not seem all that taken with James. Perhaps the stableboy was not the right one. But hopefully Bea was now set on the right track.

Two days before Roger’s birthday, the guest started arriving, starting with Lord and Lady Chichester. They seemed happy to see Bea again, and Bea was eager to prove to her old employers that she was an intricate and important member of the household. Ada was due the next afternoon. Her husband would be unable to attend too, and would be staying home with the children.

Also, a couple of Roger’s distant cousins were due in. The next four days should prove to be a busy but exciting time for Roger as well as the rest of the household as each guest would be bringing their own personal servants. The house would be filled to the brim.

 

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The Manor was gradually filling up with guests for Roger's birthday party, he was feeling very pleased with himself that he had so many people wanting to travel considerable distances to be with him to celebrate his birthday, the likes of Lord and Lady Chichester who in truth he did not know that well but considered him worthy of travelling to celebrate with him, then of course there was Ada who had brought about his marriage to the love of his life, Clarissa. He even welcomed Clarissa's father whose recklessness at the card table had begun the whole thing.

Being a perfectionist he even went so far as to tell Cook what dishes to prepare,all of them consisting of his favourites, he also chose the finest wines from hs cellar making sure there was enough to go round for each course. Without telling Clarissa he rode into town one day to buy her a special dress for the occasion, he managed to hide it from her by enlisting Bea's help in keeping it in her room, Bea would bring it with her when called upon to help Clarissa dress for the party.

Bea had other things on her mind besides the forthcoming party, she had been out with James a few times but things had moved along far quicker than she had wanted on one hand but she was eager to take the next step. She had allowed James to kiss her several times each one was better than the one before as they became more practised but on the last occasion they had kissed James had put his arms round her and held her close to him and she had pushed him away as she had felt something hard pressing into her belly. She thought she knew what it was and was in two minds as to whether she should ignore it or ask him about it, She had quite a dilemma, she couldn't help wondering if it would be anywhere near as impressive as Sir DeCoverly's manhood.

 

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This was becoming an elaborate celebration, and poor Clarissa was feeling a bit out of her depths. Why oh why had she invited so many people? Originally she had planned on it being only a couple, but more and more people had been added to the guest list until the poor manor would be groaning by the time that Roger’s birthday actually would arrive.

Ada knew her well, and would not be shocked by the many mistakes that Clarissa would be making. Her father too knew her even better, and knew that disaster was destined to be the watchword for this extravaganza. He knew that his daughter knew all the ins and outs of a big formal to-do such as this one promised to be. It’s just that the poor things really hated such things with a passion. She must really love the man to be doing something like this.

It did worry him that there was not already a bun in the girl’s oven. Maybe his son-in-law was a cold fish. He wondered if perhaps he should have a talk with the fellow to make sure that he was doing his duty when it came to bedding his daughter. After all, all of his friends already had two and three grandkids. The man appeared to be healthy enough, and lord knows he chased after Clarissa all over the countryside so he must not favor men instead of women. But, damnation! He expected grandchildren, and lots of them.

The night before had been almost a disaster. Dinner has consisted of Lord and Lady Chichester, and some cousin of Roger’s and the man’s wife, and despite having poor Bea spend extra time trying to make her hair behave and give her the air of refinement that she had hoped for, she had still managed to arrive in the salon where they were having hors d’oeuvres before dinner with her hair slowly slipping from the pins that the young maid had used. A large chunk of hair hung from the side to drape over her right shoulder and slightly curl around where her nipple was hidden by the bodice of her dress. And wisps of hair of various sizes seemed to stick out around her face at the hairline, giving her the appearance of wearing a rather fuzzy halo. Lady Chichester had ever so slightly raised an eyebrow and Lord Chichester has inwardly smiled at the offending curl and silently applauded Roger at finding himself such a firecracker of a wife.

Clarissa had been appalled when Roger had taken her aside and promptly removed every pin from her hair and kissed her on the tip of her nose before leading Lady Chichester in to the meal. Lord Chichester had offered his arm to Gladys (wife of Roger’s cousin) and she wound up with Roger’s cousin. The man had seemed a perfectly odious person with a long, pointed nose and beady eyes and he practically sniffed between each word that he spoke. Plus the man was such a name dropper, mentioning Lord Faldwell this and Lady Monteith that. At the mention of Lady Agatha Monteith, Clarissa’s eyes had glanced at Roger and he had the good grace to hide his smile behind his napkin. She was sure that he remembered their conversation about the woman.

That night Roger found her crying silently when he came to bed. He took her in his arms and asked what was wrong.

“Oh Roger. I should never of done this. Give a big elaborate party such as this. I’m no good at it. I wanted your family and friends to like me and I can’t even pull off dinner tonight. The Chichesters know us, as do Ada and my father when they arrive. But the rest do not and I wanted you to be proud of me. I usually don’t care for such things, or what people think or say about me. But just this once, I wanted to do something special for you.”

Whereupon she buried her head in his chest and cried.

 

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Roger had every sympathy with Clarissa at dinner or even before that in the salon when her hair just wouldn't behave so to prevent her from continually having to brush her hair away from her face he took her aside and removed all the pins trying to hold it in place and let it fall naturally to frame her pretty freckled face. He kissed her on the nose and whispered,

"Don't try so hard to be something you're not, you are the most beautiful woman here and any looks you might get are looks of envy,,,,, from the women envy of you and from the men envy of me."

He took Lady Chichester's arm and led her in to dinner followed by the others, Clarissa had found herself claimed by his cousin whom he secretly disliked intensely. The man was a compulsive name dropper, thinking no doubt that it would impress, but it was all Roger could do to not laugh out loud when he said that Lady Montheith was among his acquaintances. They got through dinner and Roger excused Clarissa saying that she was tired from working tirelessly all day to ensure everything was in order for his birthday.

When Roger managed to extricate himself to go to bed he found Clarissa crying. He took her in his arms and asked concernedly,

"What is the matter my dearest has someone said something to you?"

'Oh Roger. I should never of done this. Give a big elaborate party such as this. I’m no good at it. I wanted your family and friends to like me and I can’t even pull off dinner tonight. The Chichesters know us, as do Ada and my father when they arrive. But the rest do not and I wanted you to be proud of me. I usually don’t care for such things, or what people think or say about me. But just this once, I wanted to do something special for you.'

Clarissa buried her head on his chest, crying.

"Now now my dear, you are imagining things, everyone loves you as do I, alright sometimes things do not go as planned like your hair tonight, I don't doubt that you wanted it to be perfect but it has a mind of its own it is a reflection of you Clarissa, Now I have some news or rather an instruction from your father by letter, he wants news of a grandchild on the way by the end of the year, he intimated that we weren't trying often enough so I suggest that you prepare yourself for a night of loving as requested by your father."

He pushed Clarissa down onto her back and gazed into her eyes, still wet from her tears,

"Will just the once be enough? I think not, maybe three or four times should get us in the mood."

He opened up her bodice and lovingly cupped her breast and lifted her dress to her waist,

"Once now, and then you can get undressed for me."

 

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Now now my dear, you are imagining things, everyone loves you as do I, alright sometimes things do not go as planned like your hair tonight, I don't doubt that you wanted it to be perfect but it has a mind of its own it is a reflection of you Clarissa, Now I have some news or rather an instruction from your father by letter, he wants news of a grandchild on the way by the end of the year, he intimated that we weren't trying often enough so I suggest that you prepare yourself for a night of loving as requested by your father.

And with those words he gently pushed her so that she lay on her back looking up at him, her eyelashes wet with recent tears. His eyes looked down at her, full of love for her.

Grinning at her, he asked, Will just the once be enough? I think not, maybe three or four times should get us in the mood.

She couldn’t help but grin back at him as his fingers undid the bodice of her dress and his eager hands cupped the freckled mounds, running a thumb over a pale pink nipple. As his hand stopped long enough to lift the skirt of her dress, he kissed her before saying, Once now, and then you can get undressed for me.

It did not take long for him to release his manhood from his trousers and rub its fat head along her slit. He kissed her lips and slid his member into her sex, a sigh of contentment escaping from her lips. He made her feel wanted and loved and desired and she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kisses to her.

Soon, with a groan, he was depositing his seed into her womb as she gave a little cry in answer. He quickly divested himself of his clothes while she quickly undressed and slipped between the covers of the bed.

She lost count of the number of times that he came inside of her, teasingly explaining that he was following orders. Finally they fell asleep, a tangled mess of bare legs and with his manhood still buried deeply within her sex like a stopper in a bottle trying to ensure that no vital fluids leaked out.

She had not had so much sex since her wedding night, and Roger had assured her that there would be more the next night.

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James had sent word that if she were available, he would like to see her later in the evening. Bea had been hesitant at first. She didn’t want the young man to think that he could see her just whenever he wished. But he had given sweet Muffin, her dear little kitten, and she was beholden to him for that.

So, she agreed to and later after the Master and Mistress had retired, she headed out to the stables where the young man waited. She was pretty sure that she knew just what Lord and Lady DeCoverly were doing upstairs, and sleep had very little to do with it.

It was fairly dark in the stables and she called out quietly.

“James? James, yew bess not be tryin’ ta scare me,” she warned.

“I’m right here. I wouldn’t try to scare you. You’re too pretty. I was just checking on the kittens. How is Muffin?”

“‘e’s doin’ roit smartly. ‘e loiks playin’...” she paused, realizing what he had just said. “Wot did yew say? Did yew coll me pretty?”

James nodded. “I think that you are.” He smiled at her.

Bea blushed and smiled. “Now don’t yew git the rong idee ’bout me. Oi’m not easy.”

“No, you are not easy. But I like you and I think that you are pretty. Can I kiss you?”

She paused, thinking a moment before she nodded and smiled at him.

 

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When Roger first opened his eyes in the morning the strong smell of sex hung heavy in the air and Roger kissed Clarissa's bare freckled shoulders and impudently he pushed his hips forward to push into her sex, he smiled happily at the memory of the night before.

"I wonder if the seed has taken root yet or shall we try again tonight my love?" he whispered seductively in her ear."

The smell of sex was overpowering so Roger got up and opened the french windows to the balcony to let some fresh air in.

"Well, today is the day when I leave my boyhood twenties behind me my love, will you be able to cope with an old man like me? Leave everything to the staff, they all know what to do, 'tis our day so I want to spend as much of it with you as I can after you have taken Thunder for a run, I know you are just as eager to ride him as you were to ride me until the early hours."

They ate a light breakfast and Clarissa went off to the stables, Roger greeted each of his guests as they came down to breakfast, when Lord Fernwood appeared Roger took him to one side and said with a smile.

"I, or rather we, that is Clarissa and I have taken your wishes in mind and we have begun what I hope will become a nightly ritual until we can give the news you want to hear."

Lord Fernwood guessed that he was being teased and blustered,

"Roger, you are a good husband to my little girl, I don't think I have everseen her happier, you can make her even happier by doing right by her."

"I will, I can assure you of that Father." It was then that despite all his failings he rather liked the old man.

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At Bea's agreement to let him kiss her James held her close to him and pressed his lips to her cherry red lips and his tongue pushed between them. Surprisingly Bea didn't pull away but slowly opened her mouth a little to allow his tongue in her mouth and after a few seconds her's met his for the first time. Encouraged by this James's hand covered one of Bea's breasts through her bodice and the response was amazing as she began to pant and kiss him harder. With his hand around her tiny waist he pulled her closer to him and he knew she could feel his erection pressed against her belly.

Remembering his master's warning he pulled away and stammered,

"Oi'm sorry Bea, oi dint mean owt, I cudn't 'elp it."

Bea looked at him shyly and whispered,

"Oi knows yew cudn't 'elp it but it's new to me an' Oi wanna see it, will you show me James?"

 

[Opensesame54321]

Bea was pleasantly surprised when James not only kissed her lips but ever so gently pressed his tongue to her lips too. She was a bit hesitant but after a moment parted her lips. Tentatively he pressed his tongue inside her mouth and she was not sure if she like this, but the more that he did it, the more that she found that she did like it.

She became aware of a warmth to one of her breast, realizing that James had placed his hand over it. Granted, the bodice of her dress kept his hand from touching her bare breast, but she found that still this seemed to excite her and she began to pant in excitement.

Then James slipped his other hand around her waist and drew her close to him, his mouth kissing her harder and his hand gently squeezing her breast. It was then that she felt something hard poking at her belly through all the layers of fabric. She knew just what that was, for she had seen the Master’s own manhood when she had inadvertently stumbled onto the Master and Mistress in the privacy of their bedroom.

Suddenly, James pulled back, letting her go and apologizing for his baser instincts.

Oi'm sorry Bea, oi dint mean owt, I cudn't 'elp it.

She was glad that her Ladyship had explained things to her, for before she would have been offended by it.

“Oi knows yew cudn't 'elp it but it's new to me an' Oi wanna see it, will you show me James?”

James seemed a bit apprehensive, as if this might be a trick, but she assured him that she really wanted to see it. Part of it was that she had only seen the Master’s from across the master bedroom, and it that time it had appeared a bit waxy and red. Here she would have a chance to see it closer and to, in a way, compare it.

She nodded to James, as if to reassure him that she really meant it before he slowly unfastened his pants and they fell to his knees.

Poking out from beneath his shirt was a different version of what she had seen of Sir Roger’s. It did not appear as large, and it certainly was not reddish in color but closer to James own skin color. And from what she could see, there appeared black hair, the same color as the hair on James head, that grew around where his manhood stuck out from his body.

Her heart fairly pounded in her breast as she looked at it. She didn’t know why she asked what she asked next, but she did.

“Could Oi tuch it? Ol’ll be eveah so cairful an’ then Oi won’ ask it again. Oi don’t wan’ yew ta think that Oi’m someone cheap an’ common.”

 

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James was astounded at quickly things had progressed with Bea, she was a sweet , pretty little thing but obviously knew nothing of playing with boys, or men as he liked to think of himself. He had tried to put his tongue in her mouth as an experiment as one of the older maids had told him that girls liked that. It was not planned but a natural progression to touching her breast even if their clothes got in the way. The fact that Bea did not pull away or scold him for being too forward encouraged him to pull her tighter and closer to him which led to his excitement pressing against her belly, he just knew she would feel it and then it would all be over so he did the honourable thing and stepped back and apologised,

'Oi'm sorry Bea, oi dint mean owt, I cudn't 'elp it.'

It sounded lame to James so he was surprised when Bea accepted his apology and explanation, most of all was her request, it was the last thing he expected,

'Oi knows yew cudn't 'elp it but it's new to me an' Oi wanna see it, will you show me James?'

He looked at her questioningly, unable to speak, this was way past what he could have even dreamt but Bea nodded in reply to his unspoken question 'Are you sure?'

His hands fumbled with the broad leather belt on his breeches and then they slid down his legs with his manhood sticking out in excitement. Bea was looking hard at his member and for a moment he thought he saw something in her face that said she was comparing him with someone else, he dismissed that thought in an instant, his must be the first man's cock she had ever seen, maybe she was really impressed.

He thought that was the end of the night's events and bent to pull up his breeches but then Bea sent his mind into turmoil,

'Could Oi touch it? Ol’ll be eveah so cairful an’ then Oi won’ ask it again. Oi don’t wan’ yew ta think that Oi’m someone cheap an’ common.'

James's reply was choked as he realised that Bea wanted to actually touch his private parts, they had been touched before by the same maid that taught him how to kiss but this was different, this was Bea asking, Lord DeCoverly's words came back to him

'what did you do to her boy? Out with it, the truth now before I give you a whipping'

James didn't want a whipping from Lord DeCoverly or anyone else for that matter but this was an opportunity too good to miss and might never happen again.

"If yew want to Bea, it'd be real nice, give me yer 'and."

He held her hand and moved it so her fingertips just grazed the shaft, his cock twitched at the touch of her finger tips, Bea jumped back in alarm,

"OHHH JAMES, IT MOVED!"

"So it did Bea, it's pleased ta meet yer, why don' yer actually hold it and stroke it, loike this?"

He wrapped Bea's dainty fingers around the shaft and moved her hand up and down the length. Bea's eyes were fixed on the smooth skin moving under her fingers with the hardness of the core puzzling her but she told James,

"MMM it feels nice, d'yew loike it? Oi can do it on me own now."

James let go of her hand and let her move her hand along the length, visibly growing more confident with every passing moment.

It was then that James really took the bull by the horns,

"Bea, oi really loike yer doin' that but you've seen n' touched me privates whereas oi ain't seen nowt o'yew, will yew show me yer breasts n' let me touch 'em, that's all oi want 'onest.'

 

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If yew want to Bea, it'd be real nice, give me yer 'and.

She held out her hand and he carefully let her fingertips lightly touch it. It was surprisingly warm and it moved when she touched it.

”OHHH JAMES, IT MOVED!"

"So it did Bea, it's pleased ta meet yer, why don' yer actually hold it and stroke it, loike this?"

James showed her how it stroke it, with the soft outer skin sliding back to reveal stiffer core. This was entirely different from what she had seen of Master Roger’s manhood (though she would never use the Master’s first name except only in her mind).

MMM it feels nice, d'yew loike it? Oi can do it on me own now.

Up and down and up and down, she found it amazing how doing that revealed this stiff bit that seemed to get harder and larger each time. It was almost as if it were magic and she found herself fascinated with it. and James seemed to like her doing what she was doing.

After a bit, he cleared his throat and spoke.

Bea, oi really loike yer doin' that but you've seen n' touched me privates whereas oi ain't seen nowt o'yew, will yew show me yer breasts n' let me touch 'em, that's all oi want 'onest.

She paused in her stroking his manhood, mulling over his request. After all, he had shown ‘it’ to her when she had asked. And he had agreed to let her touch ‘it’, again when she had asked. All without a squabble or complaint. And he had even let let play with ‘it’ and shown her the fascinating way that ‘it’ slid about to reveal its hidden core.

She gave a nod. “If’n Oi dew, it don’t mean that Oi’m cheap or easy, James. Jist yew ’member that. Oi’m a woman.”

He nodded solemnly, standing there waiting with his willy standing straight at attention and pointing towards her. Bea released her hold on it and began to unbutton the buttons on her bodice. It would be easy enough to do so and peel back the fabric, slipping her arms out of the sleeves. Soon she stood before him, the skirt of her dress in place but the attached bodice hanging loose from her waist. Her camisole still covered her breast and for a moment she paused.

She had never done anything like this before, but fair was fair. She unbuttoned the cotton cami and pulled it open to reveal her breasts, a pair of snowy mounds with a brown nipple perched atop of each one.

Smiling shyly at James, she told him, “Thar yew are.” and waited to see if he liked them.

 

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It seemed to James that it took an age for Bea to unbutton her bodice and then her cotton camisole before standing naked to the waist in front of him,

'Thar yew are.'

James just stared for a few moments at the pair of lily white mounds topped with a small light brown button crowning each one, he took a deep breath and felt that he ought to say something, he breathed softly,

"They're real pretty Bea, like little melons they are, stalks n' all, can oi tuch'em pleese?"

As for Bea she blushed with pride when James said they were pretty and then asked so politely if he could touch them, to her it was only fair, he had let her touch his willy when she asked and shown her how to play with it.

"Yew 'ave bin a real gent tonight James, so how can oi say no? Anyways oi want yew ta tuch 'em, oi wants ter know wot it feels loike and wot YEW think."

She squared her shoulders back and her sweet half child, half woman breasts were pushed forward to afford him a better view. Slowly and carefully James cupped one breast in the palm of one hand and the other stroked the fleshy top of the other.

"MMMM nice Bea real nice n' soft ain't they? D'yew loike me tuchin' 'em?"

Just then a gust of chill air blew through the barn and her liitle brown buds puckered and hardened in the cool air. James gently squeezed the soft warm breast and somehow his thumb skimmed over a nipple making Bea gasp with surprise at how nice it felt and the fluttering in her tummy and between her legs confused her. Without realising it she had taken hold of James's cock again and was absentmindedly stroking it, her eyes closed as she enjoyed James's hands on her breasts. They stood together for more than a minute enjoying the new sensations that their bodies were experiencing, Bea suddenly jumped back in alarm and held up her hand, covered in pearly white cream.

"Wot did oi do wrong? 'ave oi 'urt it? It spat at me, oi didn't mean t'urt it."

It was James's turn to blush,

"No yew ain't 'urt it, 'e does that when 'e really loikes yew and gets all excited."

"Are yew sure James, if oi've done summat wrong tell me, oi won't do it agen if yew tells me."

James took that to mean that Bea would do all this again in the future and his hopes soared, if he took his time maybe she would let him,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,He shook his head to clear it of those thoughts and reassured Bea that he was alright and she had done nothing wrong. However the spell was broken and Bea covered herself up again and James pulled up his breeches.

"Oi'm goin' now James don't yew go sayin owt t'anybody or oi'll not come 'ere again win yew."

She turned and was gone, back in her room she licked her fingers clean and decided that although it was a tad salty she liked the taste.

 

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The day of Roger’s birthday dawned beautiful and sunny, though that was not what awoke her. A quick whiff of the air made it obvious as to exactly what had transpired the previous night. But what really woke her from her slumber was her husband slowly fucking her as he kissed her bare shoulder. His voice was an early morning rumble in her ear.

I wonder if the seed has taken root yet or shall we try again tonight my love?

Whereupon he came and added more seed to what he had filled her with last night. He kissed a pert nipple before rolling out of bed. She loved watching his bare buttocks, taut and all hers, as he walked across the room to open a window.

Well, today is the day when I leave my boyhood twenties behind me my love, will you be able to cope with an old man like me? Leave everything to the staff, they all know what to do, 'tis our day so I want to spend as much of it with you as I can after you have taken Thunder for a run, I know you are just as eager to ride him as you were to ride me until the early hours.

“Old man, my eye. An old man could not have made love like you did last night. Nor have the stamina that you have.”

He turned to her, grinning at her as she climbed out of bed, his cock already starting to rise at just the glimpse of her bare body.

“As to whether or not we should try again tonight, it is your birthday, my love. We can do whatever you wish to do.” She looked at him slyly before smiling. He seemed pleased at her words.

They were down early for breakfast before she headed out to the stables. Thunder was quite impatient to run and for the next hour or so, she raced the stallion across the nearby countryside. Finally she returned a proper mess, with her hair wild and having broken lose of her hairpins, and her riding togs wrinkled and grass stained. And despite trying to slip in and get cleaned up and changed before running into some of their guest, she managed to run into Roger talking in the foyer with Lord and Lady Chichester and her father.

“Dear daughter, I would ask where you have been but one glance at you answers my question.”

“Wilford Fernwood. All these years and you still do not know your daughter that well. If Clarissa were not with Roger, of course she would be with Thunder.” Ada Lovelace stood at the head of the stairs teasing Clarissa’s father.

“Oh my, here it is, Cousin Roger’s birthday. So when exactly are the festivities to begin?” Leslie and his wife Prudence entered the foyer from the morning room, followed by another of Roger’s family, his great aunt Elizabeth. Clarissa had liked the old woman, who looked to be well into her 80’s, had a sharpish tongue and seemed to brook no nonsense.

“Really Leslie, must you state the obvious?”

“I just wondered.” Leslie whined and Prudence echoed. “Yes, he just wondered.”

“Then wander off and wonder all you want.”

While it all broke down into everyone announcing their own thoughts as to when the celebration should begin, Clarissa slipped away and ran into Bea heading into the master bedroom. Clarissa grabbed the maid’s hand and dragged her into the master bedroom.

“Help me Bea. I need to pull myself together.

“Certainly, ma’am. An’ pr’aps yew coild answer sum questions t’at Oi ‘ave ‘bout men.”

 

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When Clarissa left him to go to Thunder he was at a loss as to what to do with himself, he just wanted to be with Clarissa, normally he would have gone with her and rode Cloudy and just watched as she roamed the countryside, but they had guests and it would never do for the hosts to disappear without a word so he ended up chatting with the Chichesters and Lord Fernwood. The Chichesters were keen to know how Bea had settled in to being a lady's maid and Roger was full of praise for her.

"Yes she is such a sweet innocent child, naive beyond belief, you must take care of her Roger, keep her out of trouble." Lady Chichester preened, practically taking the credit for Bea being so efficient.

"It is due to my wife's diligence that Bea is growing up in the proper manner, she will come to no harm under Clarissa's watchful eye."

It was at that moment that Clarissa came upon them clustered in the foyer, her hair was dishevelled and her riding habit wrinkled and grass stained but her eyes were bright and a comely blush on her face all but hiding the generous sprinkling of freckles.

'Dear daughter, I would ask where you have been but one glance at you answers my question.'

Before Clarissa could answer a teasing voice came from the top of the stairs,

'Wilford Fernwood. All these years and you still do not know your daughter that well. If Clarissa were not with Roger, of course she would be with Thunder.'

Ada Lovelace stood looking down at them, she was perfect in every way, immaculately dressed. She smiled at them without an ounce of superiority although she had more intelligence than the whole group before her.

Some of the other guests began to join them, Roger's cousin Leslie and his simpering wife Prudence. Roger doubted that she had ever dared disagree with her husband. It seemed that all Leslie was interested in was having a good time all at Roger's expense as he asked when the festivities would begin. Very soon after Roger's great aunt Elizabeth joined them, she was of indeterminate age but Roger put her at in her eighties although she was bright and her mind as sharp as a tack. She scolded Leslie,

'Really Leslie, must you state the obvious.'

Leslie made some weak reply and Prudence echoed him as usual.

During all this Roger noticed Clarissa slipping away to the sanctuary of their bedroom, he would have loved to follow her and watch as she changed, he never tired of the sight of her naked but his guests needed to be fed and then entertained so he took them all into the breakfast room and bade them eat their fill.

"When you are finished your breakfast I will be in the conservatory if you wish for a tour of the house and gardens I will be pleased to escort you, for those who might not wish to come there are games and cards in the library and refreshments on a trolley, so I will see you shortly."

He exited the breakfast room and leaned against the wall just outside, he had not realised what hard work it would be keeping all his guests happy, he hoped Clarissa would join him soon and take some of the pressure off him.

 

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While Roger took Lord and Lady Chichester, Leslie and Prudence, and Clarissa’s father on a tour of the house and the grounds, Clarissa stayed in the conservatory with Ada and Elizabeth. Ada’s health had always been a problem for the woman for as long as Clarissa had known the woman and Ada did not really feel up to a lot of walking this morning. And Elizabeth certainly was not up to traipsing around the grounds and besides, though it had been some years ago, Elizabeth had visited the manor when Roger’s parents were still alive so she knew what the place looked like.

So the three women sat in the conservatory while Elizabeth proceeded to tell stories about Roger’s childhood. The elderly woman had the three of them in stitches.

“Gracious, but the boy was a handful sometimes. Like when he filled the sugar bowl with salt. Made his poor Mother, God rest her soul, at her wits end.”

The three of them sat gaily giggling as she told more stories, one about when the young boy went fishing at a nearby river and instead fell in and proceeded to soak the very expensive rug in the study when he came back home. The woman swore that the rug was almost ruined but that secretly Roger’s father was proud of his son pulling himself out of the water.

Elizabeth looked pointedly at Clarissa’s abdomen and then asked, “How long have you and Roger been married now?”

Clarissa was a bit uncomfortable as she knew the question that was coming up next. “Three months. Three wonderful months.”

Elizabeth nodded as if counting. Clarissa held her breath expecting the woman to ask the big question. Instead, Elizabeth leaned over and pet Clarissa’s knee.

“Well, honey, you have your whole lives to work things out. Just be sure to enjoy your time together. Because no matter how long that you have, it is never enough time.

Ada told about what she had been up to and it was sometime later that they heard Roger and the rest of the group returning. Prudence had seemed to have stepped in something unpleasant and was not very happy about it. Roger looked as if he was trying not to laugh at the woman. The Chichesters appeared impressed with the house and grounds, and her father took Roger aside and was talking about just how parched he was as he fished for something alcoholic to drink.

Clarissa raised her eyebrow and gave Roger a look that said, don't you dare give father something this early in the day.

After a while, the cook announced that a light lunch was ready. Clarissa had decided that lunch would consist of sandwiches and tea and the big meal would be tonight.

 

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The tour that Roger took his guests on included the colourful gardens but Roger kept away from the rose garden remembering his brush with a bee at Ada's house although he was eternally grateful to that bee, as it had indirectly led to Clarissa falling in love with him or realising that she was already in love with him. The stables had provided a moment of merriment, for him at least, not so much for Prudence who had inadvertently stepped in some horse muck and complained bitterly about the smell that clung to her.

When they arrived back at the manor Prudence rushed upstairs to her room with Leslie and Roger wondered how long it would take them to clean her up, he knew that if he and Clarissa had been in that situation it would have taken them at least an hour.

They found Clarissa, Ada and Great Aunt Elizabeth in the conservatory and when he entered the three women started to giggle behind their hands.

"What's this? Have I suddenly grown a rather prominent nose?"

Ada replied, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes,

"No not at all Roger dear, although you have been our main topic of conversation."

"I see." mused Roger "Great Aunt Elizabeth have you been spreading gossip about my youth? Ladies, I beg you do not believe a word of it, Great Aunt is prone to exaggerate even the least of my misdemeanors as a boy."

He smiled broadly and kissed his Great Aunt and then Ada, leaving Clarissa until last and making the most of her proffered lips. He didn't know exactly what had been said about him but he was sure that Clarissa would want to know more than she had been told.

Lord Fernwood said that he was parched and Roger took that to mean the old man was after some wine or brandy but a warning look from Clarissa said,

' Don't you dare give father something this early in the day'

Roger took the warning look and announced,

"I think we are all parched, I will have some squeezed orange juice brought immediately."

Lord Fernwood's face fell.

Cook arrived to ask where they would be having lunch and they decided to stay where they were but they would wait for Leslie and Prudence who rejoined them a minute or so later, Roger noticed that all buttons on both of them were still done up and had obviously not been interfered with.

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Bea had wondered what she could give His Lordship for his birthday, all the other members of the household had made something or bought a small trinket to give him, she had no money so could not buy anything nor was she good with her hands except for buttoning and unbuttoning Her Ladyship's gowns. Then she had a thought, she had something of His Lordship's under her pillow, but now she was on close terms with James she did not need the cravat anymore. He had bemoaned the fact several times that his favourite cravat had disappeared so if she could restore it to him he would be pleased. She washed it carefully and ironed it even more carefully so as not to scorch it with the iron, then she found a piece of discarded colourful paper to wrap it in. The staff had been told that Lord and Lady DeCoverly would accept all gifts from the staff after the gift presentations from the guests. As the time approached Bea grew very nervous, what if Sir Roger accused her of stealing it?

 

[Opensesame54321]

Lunch was a lighthearted affair for the most part. The meal consisted mainly of a light broth and some sandwiches as the big meal would be the party tonight with the cake as the grand finale, followed with the gifts. Clarissa had informed the servants that they did not have to give the Master a gift as just them doing their jobs to the best of their abilities was gift enough. But if they decided to give him something, then he would treasure something made by their own hand more that the most expensive gift that they could buy.

After lunch, the guest could do whatever they wished. Badminton had been set up on the lawn for those more exuberant guests that wished to play. They had a broad and extensive Library for reading plus there were various cards and other games that they were more than welcome to use. It had also been announced that if they wished, they could ride any of the horses in the stables save for Thunder or Cloudy. Thunder of course would not let anyone but Clarissa on his back, and Cloudy they suspected may be carrying Thunder’s foal. Still, James was around to saddle and prepare a horse for riding should anyone want to do so, though most of these guest were not particularly the active type.

As for Clarissa, she soon found herself being escorted up the stairs by her husband towards the master bedroom, claiming something about just following orders. She had seen Roger talking quietly with her father in a corner of the room and suspected that he had a hand in all of this. Not that she minded, yet still...

“What if Bea should disturb us?”

But he assured her that Bea was spending the afternoon catching up with news from home with the personal maid that Lady Chichester had brought with her and had been informed to stay away from the master bedroom.

The door to their bedroom had no sooner closed than Roger had her backed up against it, his mouth crushed to hers like a dying man to water. His tongue plunged into her mouth, battling for supremacy and winning, while his fingers tried to undress her, and lost.

Finally he gave a growl and with both hands, lifted the skirt of her dress to reveal that she only wore her hose neath her dress. The grin that he gave her said that he was pleased with what he found.

“Will you release the Kraken?” And that was exactly what he did. Soon he held her by her buttocks as he plunged into her hot core, her back thumping muffled against the bedroom door. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his body as the coupled, an almost animalistic need between the two of them. Her dress skirts were bunched up in a roll between them and Roger’s only impropriety was his manhood jutting from his breeches.

Faster and harder he thrusted into her until with a shudder she came, followed by Roger painting her womb with his seed less than a minute later. They stayed like that, his cock acting like a stopper in her sex as he leaned heavy against her, his face buried in that freckled juncture between her neck and shoulder. His breath came in puffs of air that blew down her décolleté and her arms stayed wrapped around his neck, his large hands holding her aloft by her ass. He leaned heavy against her, keeping her wedged between him and the heavy wooden door.

She should have felt crushed, yet she didn’t. Instead, she felt desired. She felt needed, wanted. That he had needed her so much that he could not wait to undress her but instead must take her as she was.

She whispered in his ear. “I know not what Father said to you, but I find no fault with this. It was exciting, my love. Thank you, and Happy Birthday.”

Nibbling on his earlobe, her fingers stroked the nape of his neck. She had a feeling that this afternoon would be a busy one.

 

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Roger had assumed quite correctly that leaving the guests to their own devices would mean that neither he nor Clarissa would be missed as each group would assume that they were with another group, he advised Bea that the master bedroom was out of bounds for the afternoon although he was rather puzzled when the sweet, innocent, virginal maid gave a knowing smile and tapped her nose as if to say ' I know, you're going to be fucking the mistress.'

"What you think you know Bea is neither here nor there, just keep away."

As soon as lunch was over he hustled Clarissa up the stairs and he answered her questioning look at his haste with,

"Just following orders my love."

The door to their bedchamber was barely closed before he held her tight to him and his lips mashed against hers, his tongue parted her lips and he kissed her fiercely, savagely. He pinned her against the door and tried to undress her but his impatience got the better of him and he simply lifted her skirts and his hands found her naked buttocks, making him grin with surprised pleasure. There was no mistaking his intentions and Clarissa clearly knew that too and asked,

'Will you release the Kraken?'

"By all means my love," he chuckled and lifted her onto his hot throbbing manhood and thrusted into her hot core that seemed to be melting as he penetrated her. Her arms draped around his neck and her shapely legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him into her, moving in time with him so each hard, savage but loving thrust forced the air from her lungs. For fully five minutes he fucked her until she shuddered in his arms and her hips shook as she climaxed, her juices running down the leg of his breeches, shortly after he showered her molten hot core with his seed and left his manhood inside acting as a stopper in a bottle.

Roger was panting heavily his face buried in the curve of Clarissa's neck and shoulder. It seemed that Clarissa was in no hurry to disengage herself as her legs remained around his waist and she held onto his neck with her arms. They stood bathing in the afterglow of their coupling with Clarissa wedged against the door and Roger's large hands cupping each freckled cheek. Finally Clarissa broke the silence,

'I know not what Father said to you, but I find no fault with this. It was exciting, my love. Thank you, and Happy Birthday.'

Roger smiled at her, his smile full of love for her, but even then he could not resist a little jest,

"Oh, it was nothing m'dear, just one of those things that a good husband does from time to time, but I give you prior notice that you will not have to wait until my next birthday."

He lifted her off his still hard cock and lowered her gently to the floor, her skirts dropped covering her stockinged legs and pert round behind.

"I do hope you are not thinking that is the end of it, we are not expected anywhere for the next two hours my sweet, I was thinking that I could begin counting your freckles again without any interruption, I think I will begin with your beautiful breasts, I have been itching to get my hands on them all morning."

He arched his hands and fingers like claws and advanced on her growling menacingly,

"GRRRRR, MY LITTLE FRECKLED BEAUTY, BARE YOURSELF TO ME."

 

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Oh, it was nothing m'dear, just one of those things that a good husband does from time to time, but I give you prior notice that you will not have to wait until my next birthday.

Roger looked pleased. Pleased with the way that his birthday was going. Easily he lifted her off his member and setting her on her feet. The skirt of her dress fell back around her, effectively giving her the appearance of decency.

Placing a hand on the wall on either side of her, he had her pinned in. His grin made her heart do flips.

I do hope you are not thinking that is the end of it, we are not expected anywhere for the next two hours my sweet, I was thinking that I could begin counting your freckles again without any interruption, I think I will begin with your beautiful breasts, I have been itching to get my hands on them all morning.

She raised an eyebrow as he pretended to be some evil ne’er-do-well.

GRRRRR, MY LITTLE FRECKLED BEAUTY, BARE YOURSELF TO ME.

With a giggle, she batted her eyelashes and pretended to be naive.

“Oh no!! I am but a naive young thing and could never do something so...”

That was all that she managed to say before Roger proceeded to chase her around the room as he leered at her. Once he caught her, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed before he threw her on it and gave an evil laugh as he began to remove his clothes. Clarissa too rolled off the bed and quickly took off her clothes.

Once naked, they climbed back into bed where Roger wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her and pretended to count her freckles. Of course, he kept getting sidetracked and she certainly had no regrets as he lifted her legs up and rested them on his shoulders before he began pumping his manhood into her.

All afternoon, they made glorious love to each other.

 

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To Roger's delight Clarissa was also in a playful mood and played the part of a naive innocent to perfection although he knew she was now anything but naive or innocent.

'GRRRRR, MY LITTLE FRECKLED BEAUTY, BARE YOURSELF TO ME.'

With a giggle, she coyly batted her eyelashes and pretended to be naive.

'Oh no!! I am but a naive young thing and could never do something so.'

"Anything so what? So decadently enjoyable?" Roger growled as she slipped away from him and he pursued her round and round the room, letting her escape once or twice until he caught her firmly round the waist and threw her over his shoulder and carried to the bed ignoring her shrieks and her tiny fists beating on his back, he threw her on the bed and stood leering at her, laughing evilly as he undressed. Clarissa gave in very easily when she saw just how aroused he was and lost no time herself undressing and crawling onto the bed with him. Clarissa was warm and soft in his arm as he kissed her all over supposedly counting her freckles as he kissed each spot on her body counting out loud one,,,two,,,three.,. he had reached into the three hundreds before he laid her on her back and lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders and snuffling his nose and lips against her sex sliding his tongue along her soaking slit. After a minute or two he lifted his head and grinned,

" I have found the missing freckles, I can now tell you that you have three hundred and sixty five freckles, before you ask the one for a leap year is here."

He then thrust himself into her making her giggle with excitement. The rest of the afternoon was spent making love and during it all the expression on both their faces was a mixture of excitement, happiness, lust and above all, love."

Time for tea was drawing close and Roger announced,

"It is with great sorrow that we must desist from further activity, the servants will be preparing to bring their gifts although it is not necessary they seem to hold me in some regard and affection."

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Bea held back at the gift presentation to Sir De Coverly, unsure of whether she would be able to look him in the eye without blushing and perhaps give away just how she had come by his favourite cravat. She had other things on her mind as well,.... James.
He was becoming bolder with each meeting and she wasn't sure whether she should keep meeting him. Up to now though he hadn't done anything really wrong, not asked her to do anything he didn't want to do.