In which we dive into the fire.

[mistresswanda]

(The Duke of Kent's estate, the night of the Christmas Ball.)
(After the guests have departed)

The hour has grown late and the candles sink low in their holders.  A servant has come and gone several times to refresh my port, or to make sure I am comfortable.  The din from the ballroom receded as I read, but now I am conscious that the time has

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[al_shairan]

I have spent the past couple of hours in pleasant anticipation of the delights ahead. I have no doubt that I shall pass a most pleasing night with Wanda. She has a virgin's nerves, but should not have the physical discomfort an untried woman would in this situation. It pleases me.

The evening draws to a close and I say goodbye to my guests.

"Jeanette," I say to one of the chambermaids, who on occasion acts as a lady's maid to my female guests. (And now and then to male ones...) "Do make up the bed in the Garden Room," I say, because that is the room I usually give my guests on occasions like this. It is a pretty room, with a lovely view, and there is a rather charming erotic frieze above the bed to encourage things along. "And make up the fire. Then take Lady Reaves there and help her with anything she might require

[mistresswanda]

I smile and thank the maid as leaves me to my own devices. I debating on having her help me completely undress and slipping into a dressing gown that has been left on the bed, it would make things easier. But in the end, I opted to merely shed my crinolines and have her help me unpin my hair. I did have new hose and stays commissioned for the event. The hose kept up by blue velvet ribbon that is repeated in the stays. And new silken chemise on top of that.

My head feels blessedly lighter now, and I run my hands through it's mass and shake the curls free as I stand in front of the fire. I am in mid shake when I hear a gentle tap at the door right before it creaks open. I take a deep breath and turn, smiling as I rake my fingers through my hair.

"I thought I would enquire after your ankle." I smile a bit more slyly and cross to a chair by the bed. "Tis a miracle, truly Your Grace. It seems to have made a miraculous recovery." I inform him, eyebrow arching. I sit myself down and lift up the hem of my skirt, showing him my

[al_shairan]

Is not this a pretty picture? Wanda looks quite delectable in her chemise and stockings.

"Tis a miracle, truly Your Grace. It seems to have made a miraculous recovery." She pulls up her skirt, and my breath catches a little at the shape of her fine leg.

"But perhaps you should look at it, just to be sure," she says daringly, but I see she is shaking. The combination of ardour and nerves is very arousing. I kneel down on the floor and take her foot in my hand.

"I see it is much improved," I say, gently turning her ankle one way and then another. "Let me check for swelling..." I run my fingers slowly up her calf, and I smile at her wickedly. "I think you are very well, my dear lady," I say. "But do let me know if you are in any discomfort at all... Perhaps I can soothe you."

[mistresswanda]

Albert crosses to where I am perched and examines my ankle again, and I try to hide my grin behind a air of curiosity. He concurs that it has all but recovered from my earlier stumble, but like a good nurse attending his patient, his exam goes beyond the afflicted area. My breath catches in my throat when his fingers dance up my calf. Such a little gesture, but I do not think I have ever been touched in such a light yet intimate way.

"I think you are very well, my dear lady," Albert informs me, and I blush at the compliment and absently twine a lock of hair between my fingers. I would imagine in these type of... situations, compliments are natural. I am just unused to hearing any directed at me from a lover. "Thank you, my lord." I say quietly, but still smiling. "I am glad I meet with... clinical approval."

"But do let me know if you are in any discomfort at all... Perhaps I can soothe you." Oh, I am in discomfort. I have been for weeks, and if he does not soothe it I shall die, I think

[mistresswanda]

The world ends...
the awful, terrible, wonderful aching tension releases within my person and I break and shatter, keening for him as my body arches fully off the bed, held suspended by invisible cords---

then I am sprawled out against the sheets, unable to move for the moment, sweat cooling on my skin as I tremble from head to toe.
So that was.... oh my. I am near to weeping from the sheer joy of it.

"You are delicious, darling," Albert's voice cuts through my turbulent thoughts and his lips touch mine. I am shocked at the moisture still lingering there, but I tentatively touch the tip of my tongue to his bottom lip, tasting myself. "Quite, quite delicious."I stare up into his eyes, still shaking and mute from the wonder of it all, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, and then I do a most curious thing

[al_shairan]

I cannot remember the last time I saw a woman give herself over to climax so completely. It is really rather ravishing; so much so that I simply sit back and watch as she comes down from the dizzying heights.

And then she begins to laugh. It is surprising at first, but I feel my mouth tug up into a smile as she wraps her arms around me and kisses my face all over.

"I think I am to conclude," I say, "that the experience was to your liking." I twitch my eyebrows at her and run my hand down her side. "Now, take a moment to recover, because I am not done with you," I say, sitting up, and I begin to take off my clothes.

[mistresswanda]

"I think I am to conclude, that the experience was to your liking."

I manage to stifle my laughter long enough to grin at him. "Oh very much so, my lord. Remind me sometime to relate to you what my thoughts on sex were until about thirty minutes ago." I chuckle, then resume nipping at his earlobe until he untangles me from his person.

"Now, take a moment to recover, because I am not done with you," "I would dearly hope not, for I am looking forward to my... continuing education." I tease lightly, then lean back on my elbows to watch his slowly strip away his garments.

I must look to him like a common wanton, lounging back unclothed and completely unabashed, but I feel wondrous and; dare I think it? Desirable? Had I ever felt that before? I do not believe so. Even more surprising yet, I feel desire. A sharp, ravenous need... a want. I had never wanted anyone in my life before. I have felt affection and love, but want? Never

[al_shairan]

Wanda watches me with hungry eyes. I am used to that sort of look, but it never becomes tiresome. I sigh pleasurably as she runs her hands over my chest and arms, and then as she kisses my head and throat. She unfastens my breeches, and I slip out of them along with my stockings, and I lie back on the bed naked and smile at her.

"Do continue showing your appreciation," I purr, because I am enjoying her attentions... And I will be interested to see what she chooses to do. Perhaps she has learned from the reading I gave her.

[mistresswanda]

I am so lost in my actions that it takes me a moment to realize that Albert is trying to get me to cease my actions. Oh! Did I do something wrong, should I have not touched, but no... he is smiling and has a rather hungry look in his eye.

"I do not wish to climax, my dear. Not before I tup you." I grin back up at him and flip my hair out of my eyes. Oh, now I do like that idea. Albert crooks a finger at me and smile wickedly, snakiing my way back up his body. I stretch myself out atop his form, my bare breasts pressed against his chest, his prick now resting between my thighs, just against the slickness of my sex. Dipping my head, I kiss him deeply, writhing on top of him, moving so the head of his member rubs against my little pearl.

"I want you, Albert... I thought I would never say those words, that I wanted someone..." I murmur against his mouth, near mad with the need to have him tup me. "But I want you so badly. Please... please... " I sigh, kissing him again and stroking my hands down his sides.

[al_shairan]

I groan as Wanda writhes against my cock. She is delicious, is she not? And then she begs me to fuck her, and who am I to refuse a lady.

"I want you too, Wanda," I say, running my hands over her back and down to her soft arse, skin silky smooth. "Now sit up," I say, kissing her. "I want to have you on top of me." I know that this is not a usual position for respectable married ladies, and I smile. "I want to be able to see your body as you ride me," I say. "And this way you can take me in as deeply as is comfortable for you."

[mistresswanda]

Again, I find myself flushing a little at how open Albert is about sex and what he wants, but I am grinning and do as he suggests, straightening up and straddling his hips. His prick is now nestled between my nether lips, the tip poking out through my curls as I squirm a little against the length of him. To actually look down and see such a thing laid bare is a little shocking

[al_shairan]

Wanda eases herself onto me slowly. I simply watch at first, because it is a delicious thing to look at her naked body sliding onto my cock. I give a low groan as she finally takes all of me inside her.

"Albert... show me... teach me how...please?"

I place my hands on her hips.

"It is as easy as breathing," I say, voice thick. "Let desire guide you." I start to move my hips up to meet hers, and soon we have a perfect rhythm, rocking together gently at first and then harder, faster...

"Wanda," I hiss between gritted teeth, and I get my hand between us both so I can stimulate her clitoris. I can feel myself approaching climax, and I will withdraw before I come - given how rarely Reaves visits his wife, a pregnancy would be hard to pass off - but I would like to feel Wanda climax again if I can.