The young bride.

[H'venlee]

I let my tongue dance around his cock as I feel him bury his hands in my hair. He slowly lifts his hips a bit, begging me to take all of him. I relax my throat, wanting to do everything to please him this morning. I feel him slide the last bit, burying his cock deep in my throat.

I swallow a bit, getting more and more used to the way he feel. His hands start to guide my head, having me slide up and down. His cock tickling the back of my throat again and again.

I slide a hand down, letting the tips of my fingernails graze against the softness of his thigh. I tease my way up, tickling him so lightly as I do. I feel the muscles pulling his sac up close to his body, as a soft moan of approval reaches my ears.

My jaw aches as I try so hard to continue, wanting so much to do this for him this morning. He presses me down harder, helping me speed up the strokes that my mouth is making on this twitching cock. My tongue running up and down his shaft, flicking at the ridge below the tip on each upstroke.

I can feel him swelling in my mouth as he pushes me down more and more. I relax, trying hard not to gag this time. I know he will not back down from his punishment, but I am hoping that maybe, if I please him enough, he may not be so harsh.

 

[cgraven]

The touch of Jehanne,s mouth as she finally succeeds in deep throating me , the teasing light touch of her teasing fingers fill me with a joy beyond compare as I sweet in the warm succulent confines of her sulking mouth and throat.

My words encourage and praise my ”Little Dove”As she brings me to the heights of ecstasy, I groan in euphoric pleasure, my entwined love and lust for Jehanne explode, bathing her mouth and throat with my scalding seed.

My head lulls back as I continue to spasm, my cock twitching and leaping in her mouth.

 

[H'venlee]

I feel him shoot into my mouth, splattering at the back of my throat. I swallow, reminding myself to breathe. His hips thrust up to me then he shutters, his head rolls back onto the edge of the tub.

My tongue continues to lick at his shaft, still twitching in my mouth. My lips stay sealsed tight around him as I clean every drop from his skin. Finally, my mouth leaves his manhood, placing a soft kiss on its tip as it begins to relax.

I kiss my way up his body, showing reverence to him for letting me do so for him. I reach his neck, playfully licking at his adam's apple. I feel him chuckle, my chest pressed to his. He tilts his head up to look at me, a look of pleasure in his warm eyes.

I gently kiss his lips, but he hugs me to himself, deepening the kiss to one of intense passion. His hands tug at my legs, making them straddle his. His hands caress my backside as his tongue tastes the saltiness his seed has left in my mouth. He pulls me close, his hands reaching closer and closer to my hot center. Quickly, he thrust two fingers deep into me. I gasp, shocked at the sensation. His thumb circles my bud as he plunges his fingers in and out of my wetness. I presss back to him, my pleasure intensifying.

Then, as quickly as he entered me, he withdraws, leaving me feel empty. He pats my bottom and smiles at me, telling me to finish my duties so that we can begin our day.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne’s so pleased me as she swallowed every last drop of my seed, her wonderful kisses as she worshiped my body with her mouth.

My little reward for Jehanne. Then are day and her punishment calls us form this pleasant interlude. A gentle pat of her ass.

“My Dove you may finish bathing me now.”

Jehanne has pleased me so this morning yet still she must be punished for last night. I have spoken and she has chosen.

 

[H'venlee]

I finish up bathing Jean, and help him out of the tub, making sure he is dry, the water dripping off of my body as I do so. I can feel the soft breeze brushing across my back, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

My hair curls around me, the wet ends slowly drying. The hair brushes across his skin as I lean in to rub him dry. Kneeling before him, I take great care in drying his now limp manhood, cradling it gently in my hands as I pat it dry. I glance up at him before placing a kiss on it, as if it were an idol to be worshipped.

He helps me to my feet, and leads me back to through the bedroom to his dressing chamber. I rush to get him the clothes he will need for today, and delight in helping him slip on his shirt, and button up his trousers.

Only after I tie his polished shoes, does he allow me to go and dress myself, giving me specific instructions on what I need to be wearing for him today.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne was loving and attentive in her loving devotion as she finished my bath , then lovingly dried me, He smiling eyes as she kissed the tip of my penis when she was finishes , the back of my hand caresses her cheek . The dressing room dark green shirt, forest green riding, pants and rich, sensual, cordovan, leather, jopper boots which Jehanne laces tight for me.

I extend my hands to Jehanne and lit her from her knees. I kiss each of her peeked nipples then a long slow sensual kiss.

“Tank you My Dove you have pleased me well this morning. You may dress now.”

Jehanne goes to scamper off to her dressing room when my voice stoppers her.

“ I think some thing appropriate for your punishment, White fitted blouse, your black formal riding skirt, the short form fifing scarlet bolero jacket, and your black riding boots with the oxblood tops. After all you will be inviting your friend for lunch and an afternoon ride..”

My voice soft off hand even genteel as I gave Jehanne my instructions for her assemble for today. There was a certain irony in my choice of words about inviting her innocent friend for and afternoon ride.

“Oh and Jehanne ther will be no need for you to wear any under garments.”

A kiss on her up turned nose, a pat on her ass.

“Now off you go my “Pet time to dress.”

 

[H'venlee]

Jean explains to me exactly what he wants me to wear, down to the detail of, “there will be no need for you to wear any under garments.” He makes sure to remind me of what is in store for me today. And then , with a kiss on my nose and a pat on my backside, he sends me off to get dress and to think about what is going to happen.

I move to my dressing table and look at myself in the mirror as I run the silver brush through my hair. I knew I had to send the note to Angelique, inviting her to lunch with us before riding. I knew she would accept. No one in their right mind turned down an invite from Jean Claude Tugas or his wife.

Angelique is one of my closes friends from school. We shared many a nights laughing and talking after lights-out. She was with me when I stood before God and man to become Jean's wife.

I place my face in my hands and cried quietly, not wanting Jean to be disturbed by the sound. My heart was breaking at the thought of hurting the man I loved so much, and betraying my friend.

I move over to the sink, holding a cool cloth to my eyes to help remove the puffiness and red lines that betray my weakness. After a couple deep breaths, I quickly get dressed and twist my hair up into the style he likes so much, knowing I have kept Jean waiting longer than he should.

I walk back into the bedroom, but he is nowhere inside. Marie is making the bed, her eyes glancing up to look at me before going on with her work.

"Where has my husband gone?" I demand of her.

"He has gone down to his study, mistress." Her quiet voice shakes a bit as she fidgets nervously.

"Thank you Marie." I smile at her, calming her fears for now, because deep down I understands how she feels.

I hurry down the steps, my boots clicking on the hard wood. Across the fine marble floor I move closer to his study door. A finely carved oak stands before me, and I raise my hand, knocking shyly.

 

[cgraven]

A knock on my study door

Enter

Jehanne enters her cheeks flushed from the tears she has shed, the inner turmoil of her conflicting loves plainly written on her sweet eyes. She is stunning in her formal riding habit,

“Very nice Jehanne”

My voice is flat even and a bit formal as I look up from the estate papers on my desk.

“ Lift your skirts Jehanne so I may see your boots.”

I watch her every move.

“Higher Jehanne I wish to see your legs.”

Still I am aloof, as she does as she is told her small dainty hands trembling now.

“Higher Jehanne I wish to see if you have followed my instructions to the letter.”

I leave Jehanne standing there with the helm of her formal riding habit above her trim waist.

“Jehanne have you called your friend,..... which little innocent have you selected, for me to enjoy?......................Tell me about her Jehanne.”

 

[H'venlee]

His voice is emotionless this morning as I stand before him, holding my skirt up for him to see. My hands are trembling, and I clutch the material harder to try to make them stop.

“Jehanne have you called your friend,..... which little innocent have you selected, for me to enjoy?......................Tell me about her Jehanne."

I clear my throat a bit before I trty to speak. "I have sent Stephan around with a note to Angelique DuBois, and I am expecting a response soon. I am sure you must remember her, Jean. She was my maid of honor for the wedding. You seemed quite enchanted by her when you danced. You even remarked to me how pretty you thought she looked, yet quite the opposite of me with her dark brown hair and tanned complexion. We had joked about how her and I seemed like day and night."

Jean does not look up at me, but simply nods. I stand there, telling him about Angelique. I start with how we met at school, and continue with the pranks she would play on the teachers. I tell him almost everything I know as I stand before his desk with my skirt still hiked up to my waist.

Then a knock comes at the door. Jean bids them to enter. It is Stephan. My fingertips let loose of my skirt as the servant approaches Jean's desk.

"Jehanna, I did not allow you to drop your hem. Pick it back up." Jean says, a cool tone in his voice.

I bend and pick the hem back up, pulling the skirt once again to my waist. I can see Stephan taking peeks at me from the corner of his eye. "Madmoiselle DuBois has sent her greetings and willing accepts your invitation to dine with you this noon."

I see Jean look up at him, a smile on his face. "Very good Stephan. Will you please go see if your mistress is well prepared for this lunch."

I watch as Stephan walks toward me. He kneels before me, and egdes my legs apart. I feel him caress my curls, and my knees shake. His fingertip parts my curls, and two fingers dives deeply into my wetness. I gasp with the expected feeling of it. I then feel his tongue at my harded bud, licking, coaxing it out of it's hiding place.

Jean's eyes never leave mine. He watches as the servant sucks in my juicecs that flow. "Faster Stephan. I want her ready now."

His fingers curl into me, hitting a wonderous spot that causes me to tremble. I cannot hold back and a flood of my juices run out from me, pooling in his palm and running down my thigh. Stephan laps at me, until I have stop shaking. He slips his fingers out.

"Let her clean that for you Stephan."

Stephan rises and holds his hand out to me. I lap at it, like a kitten with milk. My tongue licking the juices off of his hand. Stephan's eyes watch mine as I clean his hand, sucking at his fingers. Then in a genteel voice I thank him.

Jean has not left his desk, yet watches all I do. I can see his mind turning.

"Jehanna, I believe you need to properly thank him for all that he has done for you this morning."

I look at Jean, awaiting his plans for me.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne had once again assumed to much as she drops her skirts as Stephan enters

"Jehanne, I did not allow you to drop your hem. Pick it back up."……………. "Very

good Stephan. Will you please go see if your mistress is well prepared for this lunch."

The shock flashed in Jehanne’s eyes an unspoken plea as Stephan slips his fingers in to her.

"Faster Stephan. I want her ready now."

Jehanne comes quickly under Stephan’s knowing fingers and tongue. Ahhhhh my little dove does so have the soul of an exhibitionist.

"Jehanne, I believe you need to properly thank him for all that he has done for you this morning."

Her eyes are frantic with fear, desire, and anticipation of what is to come next. Stephan is a very well endowed man and See him eyeing Jehanne’s firm well rounded derrière .

“Jehanne I do believe you have caught Stephan’s eye……….Bend over my desk and bare yourself to his pleasure so you can properly thank him.”

My lips brush her in a fleeting kiss My eyes hold Jehanne’s a moment as she is bent over my desk and I give a simple nod to Stephan.

 

[H'venlee]

“Jehanne I do believe you have caught Stephan’s eye……….Bend over my desk and bare yourself to his pleasure so you can properly thank him.”

I do not say a word as I walk over to stand in front of Jean's desk. I raise the back of my skirt up as well, showing my bare backside to the servant. I lean over Jean's desk, resting on the estate papers he had been looking at when I came in. My eyes are on him, as he brushes my lips with a kiss.

He then looks up at Stephan who I feel has moved behind me, and gives a little nod before resting back in his chair.

I hear Stephan unzip his trousers, and I feel him nudge apart my legs. I move my feet so that my sex is open to him. I feel him rub the length of his shaft over my wet pussy lips. I wiggle back against him, loving the feel of how big he is, and waiting for him to fill me.

But he pulls back slightly, and I feel him place the head against my rosebud. My eyes widen with a bit of alarm. I look up at Jean, who is just smiling at me.

Stephan presses against me, and I feel the tip of him stretching me. I try to pull away, but Stephan's hands hold my hips as his body presses me against the hardness of the desk. He slides into me, filling me with his cock. I feel a tear slide down my cheek, my backside stretch to hold him. He is still, letting me get used to the feeling of him in me.

I relax, Jean's hand coming to brush the tear away. His voice soft as he says, "You look beautiful like that my Dove."

Stephan starts to move in me. I feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me. The feeling is so pleasureable. My eyes watch Jean as I see him nod once again, and wonder.

SMACK!

I feel Stephan's had slap my backside, yet not in an unpleasent way. My eyes look into Jean's , seeing a smile play on his lips. I wiggle back against Stephan, showing my enjoyment of it.

His hand comes down on me again and again, and I feel a warmth spreading across my body. The feeling of his hand and his cock is driving me into a fury. I press back against him, meeting his thrusts now.

I hear another knock at the door, yet now I do not care. I love the feel of Stephan's administrations. Jean calls the person in, and I see Isobel walk in, carrying the mail for today. Her eyes are wide as she watches Stephan and I.

She hands Jean the mail, and he pulls her onto his lap. "Do you like the looks of your Mistress Isobel?" He whispers to her.

She nods, her eyes never leaving the place where we are jouned.

 

[cgraven]

"Do you like the looks of your Mistress Isobel?"

She nods.

Then you may kiss her sweet lips then be off about your duties.

“Stephan Your Mistress has a guest coming, a very special guest so stop lazing about and stop being so timid you must prepare the stables for our guess.”

My voice was a sharp command.

 

[H'venlee]

Isobel bends forward, placing a warm kiss on my lips before slipping off Jean's lap to scurry towards the door. I notice her eyes stay locked on us till she has to look away to open the door.

“Stephan Your Mistress has a guest coming, a very special guest so stop lazing about and stop being so timid you must prepare the stables for our guest.”

Stephan starts pumping harder into me at his master's words. I feel every inch of him in me, sliding in and out, growing larger with each thrust. Then he thrusts hard, filling me with his seed with a loud groan.

I feel him pull out, juices flowing out of me as he does. Jean watches me intently as I stand up straight, my eyes lowered to the papers that have been crinkled under my weighty movements.

Stephan zips up quickly, and Jean dismisses him with a curt nod.

"Come here my Dove."

I walk around his desk, feeling the wetness running down between my legs, my skirt still hiked up arond my waist. Standing before him, my eyes never venture higher than the floor.

 

[cgraven]

Stephan ravages Jehanne’s tight little ass,, the more he thrust the more she arches back to him in her anal delight He stretches Jehanne as she has never been stretched before. Then I a grunt of satisfaction and a curt nod from me he makes his departure to prepare for Mademoiselle DuBois afternoon ride.

Jehanne comes to me her skirts still around her waist, her cheeks flushed , and the dark musky fragrance of her arousal hangs heavy in the air. My fingers play along her wet silken folds, a stroking of her enflamed clit, the phone rings.

“Aello A bonjour M. Paccar Oh Yes I was very pleased with your service the other day, oh no, no, no,………….Madame was very pleased. About the farm accounts……..”

As I spoke of the business of the estate with M. Paccar, my hand idly played with Jehanne’s throbbing clit and sweet “Chatte”, so wet so feverously hot from Stephan pleasuring of her wanton dark rose. Time and again I would bring her close so very frustratingly close to that which she needed, longed for , desired more than anything else at this moment her whimpering, the gasps, the low moans of mixed pleasure and frustration mingle on her lips as Jehanne dances to try and capture that illusive release of pleasure.

“ Shsssssssssh Ma Cher can’t you see I am on the phone.?”

My fingers still, leaving Jehanne tittering on the edge of the abyss,. Suddenly I thrust my thumb into her, my palm flat against her pussy and rotate it in her hot, wet silken sheath to massage that one small illusive rough spot till Jehanne came so violently that her shaking hand fell to the desk to support her quivering body.

AS the intense pleasure passes, and her eyes begin to focus again I smile .

“Jehanne your company should be arriving soon go meet her , enjoy lunch a chat, but deliver her to me in the stables at 1:30 promptly………………Now run off my dear I have work to finish be fore my afternoon “RIDE” with Mademoiselle Angelique DuBois”

 

[H'venlee]

My body quivers with the pleasure Jean finally lets me reach. I lean on the desk, my knees unwilling to support me anymore. I close my eyes to stop things from spinning.

When I open them again, Jean is smiling at me. He then turns back to his work and says, “Jehanne your company should be arriving soon go meet her , enjoy lunch a chat, but deliver her to me in the stables at 1:30 promptly………………Now run off my dear I have work to finish be fore my afternoon “RIDE” with Mademoiselle Angelique DuBois”.

I straighten my skirt, place a soft kiss on his cheek and thank him. He then waves me away, and I leave his study, the wetness rubbing between my thighs.

I walk to the solarium, and collapse into a chair, my legs still weak. I sigh, feeling both content and confusion. It will be good to see my old friend again, but terrible as to what I must do.

I wring my hands as I await my guest.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne struggles to retain at least some control over her quivering body so intense was her orgasm. Slowly she rises and leaves me to my work. I here the door softly lick as she goes to meet her friend.

I push back my chair closing my eyes trying to recall the image of .

She was younger than Jehanne as I remember just turned eighteen in the last week or so. I remember her over protective aunt, a dried weather prune of a woman hovering over the dark haired beauty like a mother hen keeping all the men at bay, her distaste as I danced with her. at Jehanne’s and my wedding, the memories where fleeting as I had only eyes for Jehanne then as know, yet she must be punished and she had chosen the form I merely the details.

I glance at the clock on my desk as it chimes noon. .Ah time to see it Stephan has the ropes and pulleys set for this afternoons entertainment.

Oh yes Mademoiselle Angelique DuBois” would go for a RIDE this afternoon ,I pause pondering the English…………….Ah Yes Mademoiselle Angelique DuBois” would be well RIDEDEN this afternoon.

 

[Foxy Wench]

Angelique DuBois

My car pulls up in front of the gorgeous chateau. I am anxious to see Jehanna again. My stomach does flutters with happiness. I hava not seen her since the wedding, only talking a couple times on the phone. She always sounded so happy, and I am excited to see her and her husband again.

Jean Claude is a handsome man, and every woman in our group had been head over heels for him when he would show up to take out Jehanna. I remember us sitting up nights long after lights-out to have her tell me about her outtings.

I raise my hand to ring the doorbell, but the door opens to show a very tall butler standing inside the door. He bids me to come in and I follow him, in awe of the inside of the chateau, which was even more impressive than the outside.

He brings me to a bright room in the front of the house. Jehanna sits in one of the chairs facing the windows that go from floor to ceiling. I am giddy with glee. She looks like a doll, sitting so pretty in the sunlight.

I am announce, and she rises from her chair, walking to me to give me a huge hug, kissing each of my cheeks.

"Oh Jeh, I have missed you so."

 

[H'venlee]

"Mademoiselle DuBois has arrived Mistress." Stephan announces to me. I stand up and look at my friend, putting on a wide smile. I see a flash of satisfaction in Stephans eyes, and I dismiss him immediately.

I give Angelique a big hug and place a kiss at each of her cheeks.

"Oh Jeh, I have missed you so."

My heart warms at the nickname, having misses it so in this time apart. "And I have missed you Ange."

I step back to have a look at my friend, not looking at her this time as my friend, but as my husband would see her. Her chestnut hair shines in the sunlight. She carries herself with the shyness of a schoolgirl, only a meer 5 feet tall. Her bright blue eyes shine with laughter, and her long lashes brush across her cheeks with each blink.

Yes, Jean would be most happy with the one I have chosen. Her innocence shining so on her face.

"Come Ange. I have made reservations at a lovely bistro, and I am aboslutely starving."

I grab hold of her hand, letting myself be excited for now, and pull her to the door, out to the waiting limo.

 

[Foxy Wench]

We get into the limo and it starts to pull away.

"Is Jean Claude not joining us?" I ask, wondering a bit.

"Oh...ummm...he has a lunch meeting, but will be meeting us after for our ride around the grounds. I do love that riding habit Ange!"

Jeh seems to have something on her mind, but I do not push. I run a hand over the black pants, pleased she was happy with it. The blue in the coat brings out the color in my eyes. The white shirt was cut low, giving my skin a darker look and every man a nice view of my ample busom. The pants fit very tight over my round backside, and thought it was not a "proper" riding outfit, I could not resist picking it out at the store.

"Thanks." I blush a bit. "Auntie was not with me when I picked it out. I am sure she would never let me be seen in this if she knew. 'A proper lady is not seen in such overtly bold clothing'."

We burst out in giggles at my impression of my stuffy aunt. Jeh had spent many weekends with me at my aunts, and knew how often she would use the words "Proper lady".

It felt wonderful to be with my old friend, and we laughed all the way to the bistro, just like old times.

 

[H'venlee]

We arrive at the bistro, out faces flushed from laughing so hard. It felt great to be so free to talk again as I did before was married.

The place I chose is cheery and open. Jean had brought me here many a time when he was courting me. The atmosphere was light and breezy. I need this today, not confining and stuffy. My mind is confining enough right now with the thoughts of what is to come.

I smile, watching the waiter ogle Ange's cleavage. Not that she needs a shirt like that to show off. She was always the more gifted of any of us at school. When the waiter finally leaves, Ange breaks out in a blush, giggling like a little girl.

"Amazing how men can be, isn't it Jeh?" Her eyes sparkle as her face lights up with laughter.

I cannot help but giggle along with her. Her voice has a rice tone to it that makes you feel warm and welcome.

We sip our wine, and eat our salads, talking about what has been going on since my wedding. Ange chats about the few dates she has been allowed to go on, but her aunt always insists on a chaperone. "She is so afraid I will loose my virginity before marriage, Jeh. But I so want to find out what is out there before I am married. I want to see the world, and alot of the men in it."

Her smile is wide, adding a little wiggle of her eyesbrows, and my heart sinks a bit in my stomach. I push my dessert away from me, leaving it with only a bite out of the rich chocolate cake. After today she would know, and Jean will take all the pleasure he can in teaching her.

I let her talk on and on, glancing at my watch occasionally to make sure we are not late for the meeting with Jean.

 

[Foxy Wench]

Jeh kept glancing at her watch, a kind of worried look on her face. She pushes away her dessert and smiles weakly at me.

I watch her, a bit puzzled as I finish my lunch, thanking her for the wonderful time.

"We best return for our ride. Jean does not like to be kept waiting." She rises from her seat, placing some money with the bill and ushering me back out to the limo.

I try to keep the conversation light. She does not seem to be very aware of what I am saying.

"Is everything ok Jeh? Is he treating you okay?" I ask, very worried about my friend.

 

[H'venlee]

"Is everything ok Jeh? Is he treating you okay?" She asks me, her brows knitted together with worry.

I chose to skip the first question.

"He treats me wonderfully Ange. I could not ask for a more perfect husband. He gives me everything I need, even if I do not know it myself. He has shown me things I would never have known exsisted if he had not found me. I am a very lucky woman." I put a smile on my lips, hoping it reaches into my eyes.

She relaxes a bit, a smile on her face as well. "You are truely a lucky woman Jeh. To have such a handsome and caring husband."

I try to keep up my smiling all the way back to the chateau. It is hard to do, wondering what Jean has in store for each of us when we arrive at the stable.

We pull into the driveway, winding down between the trees that line each side. As we stop in front of the house, I glance at my watch again, seeing it click to 1:30.

We are late.

 

[cgraven]

Stephan has done well the ropes that will left sweet Mademoiselle Angelique DuBois into the air to be striped. Are ready the St Andrews X that will hold Jehanne captive is prepared the ball gag to still her pleadings ready. The beeping of my watch tells me they are late. Who ever is at fault will get special attention this afternoon. I hear the car in the gravel drive and leave the tack room to meet Jehanne and sweet innocent Mademoiselle Angelique DuBois Stephan waits for our arrival to bar any chance of escape or last minute change s of mind.

 

[Foxy Wench]

We step out of the car and I see Jean Clauded stiding toward us. He is as dashing as I remember and I wish I could have just a taste of him.

I smile at him, waving a bit. "Bojour Jean Claude." He walks up and hugs me, kissing my cheeks. "It is wonderful to see you again."

He holds me away, eyeing me up and down. I feel a bit shy at his gazes. I feel like I am being examined.

"It is very good to see you again Angelique." His eyes dance, which sends the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

He takes my hand, and tucks it in the crook of his arm, and starts to lead me to the stable. "I have quite a ride planned for this afternoon. I hope you are up for it." His smile making me blush a bit.

"I am sure with you there, the ride will be one of the best I have had." I smile back, enjoying the company of this man.

 

[H'venlee]

I step out of the car behind Ange. I see Jean as he walks up to us, giving Ange a big hug.

He glares over her shoulder at me, and I bow my head, knowing I have once again disobeyed him. I see his face change quickly as they pull apart. He holds her away from himself, and I see him sizing her up and down, as though he was examining a horse for the stable.

"It is very good to see you again Angelique." His charm comes through in the simple words, and my heart sinks again. He means to win her trust first, before he breaks her.

He takes her hand so gently and gentlemanly he places it on his arms, leading he like a lamb to her slaughter. "I have quite a ride planned for this afternoon. I hope you are up for it."

I choke back a sob as I hear her say, "I am sure with you there, the ride will be one of the best I have had."

My heart is tearing apart, watching the flirting going on between my best friend and my husband.

We get to the door of the stables, Stephan is standing there, holding the door open for us. Ange and Jean walk through first, and I turn to run away, far away from what plan has been laid out for today.

I feel a hand clamp down onto my arm, pinching my skin through my jacket. It is Stephan, and he looms over me, seeing the fear in my eyes. I hang my head in defeat, knowing that there is nothing I can do now.

He shakes his head, and ushers me through the door.