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This work of Historical Fiction is the fourth installment of the ‘Perilous Adventures of Lady Mary.’ It may help if you have read the others but it’s entirely up to you. You can always read them later if you find this one interesting.
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The great estates and aristocratic titles of England have always been bestowed by the Crown for service rendered to the Monarchy. Lord John’s noble forebears had received theirs from William the Conqueror for their part at Hastings. Since then, each successive generation had passed them to the next. It was a matter of great pride to the current incumbent that his ancestors had managed to navigate the fine line that had kept them in the good books of each successive King or, of late, Queen. The heir to all Lord John’s lands and wealth, as well as his title, was his son John Joseph. For convenience, this son was universally known as Joseph.
Lord John felt doubly blessed in as much as he and Lady Mary had a second son; a sort of spare as it were. Edward was now nineteen and a University man at Oxford. For reasons that escaped both his mother and father, Edward excelled at Mathematics and Philosophy.
While his lordship loved and adored Charlotte, there was no doubt that a daughter was of little value in terms of aristocratic succession. At eighteen, her best hope for her future was an advantageous marriage to sure-up the bloodline of another noble family.
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Young Joseph was an enigma. Bright, intelligent with a wicked sense of humour. If he had put his mind to it he could have achieved greatness, or so his father believed. His mother believed it too.
He had no designs on greatness. The only things that he strove for was pleasure and to tease his mother and father.
Everything in the world was perfect for Joseph. Ever since their adventures in Salisbury, Lady Mary had agreed that their son could have control over some aspects of his mother and father’s sex life. Although he couldn’t actually remember ever agreeing to it, Lord John had done the same.
Joseph possessed the option to have Barnaby, his body servant, roger her ladyship whenever her son chose. Furthermore, he could command his lordship to watch the proceedings. Father and son would then use the toss of a coin to determine who should have the privilege pleasuring the lady next. The loser would simply go without.
To add spice to the enterprise, Barnaby was forbidden, by her ladyship, from having sex at any other time.
This left Joseph free reign to torment all three of them.
Barnaby would often ask Joseph, “Is there a game afoot soon?”
“When I see fit,” he would reply.
His mother would enquire, “Do you have anything planned? I don’t ask for myself, I am only thinking of Barnaby’s sanity.”
“Only when you deserve it,” came the reply
“It is time for a little sport,” his father would say.
“I will say when it’s time,” answered Joseph.
“You forget that I am Lord of the Manor and owner of all the land for miles around,” snapped Lord John.
Joseph smiled sweetly and said, “In this matter that dog don’t run Sir.”
…
As they broke their fast one morning, Lady Mary asked her husband, “You remember my second cousin Ralph?”
“What, Lord Whatshisname?”
“You have lost none of your powers of memory, my lord,” Mary laughed gently.
“We haven’t heard much about him since his wife died in that hunting accident. Only married a year, weren’t they?” said John.
“Yes, it has been three years since now.
“Well, anyway he has written to me to suggest that perhaps Charlotte might look on him favourably as a husband,” Mary went on.
“But he’s nine and twenty at least,” commented her husband.
Her ladyship shook her head and smiled, “May I remind you that there is fifteen years between you and me, my lord.”
“That’s different,” exclaimed Lord John.
“How so?”
“And she hardly knows him anyway,” he replied, declining to answer her last question.
“But she does. They spoke at length at Rosamund’s wedding last summer. You remember, the one you refused to go to because it was in Sussex.
“She was quite taken by him.”
Lord John considered for a moment before enquiring, “Do you think that she is ready for the physical side of marriage?”
“As ready as I was, more so in fact. We have spoken at length and I have instructed her on the vagaries of men. My opinion is that if she doesn’t get to try them soon she may result in making use of a stable groom, or worse,” laughed Mary.
“Good grief, better find out what he wants in the way of a dowry then.”
“Ralph owns more land than you do, my lord. Half of Devonshire, in fact. He has stated that he is willing to forgo a dowry so, I would suggest, that there will be no lengthy negotiations involved.
“I, of course, told him that you wouldn’t hear of it. Charlotte shall have the full protection of her marriage settlement.”
“Quite so,” said Lord John.
…
His lordship had one eye closed as he peered through his telescope. He was slightly distracted by the thought of the previous fındıkzade escort night’s victory over Joseph.
Barnaby had disturbed him in his library and dragged him down to the castle bakery. Normally, this would get the lad a whipping but they both knew that this was the signal that hijinxs were in the offing.
When they arrived they found Lady Mary tied naked to the kneading table. Her ample tits were caked in flour.
Josep stood behind her and was using two fingers to pump her cunny vigorously.
“Joseph, make it now, please,” she cried.
“When I am good and ready, m’lady.”
“Do as you are told, I am your mother.”
Joseph laughed loudly.
“John, you are his father. Command him to finish me!” pleaded Mary.
Her husband laughed loudly too.
The young man removed his fingers and replaced them with a thumb. This allowed the moist digits to pass tantalisingly either side of his mother’s clitoris.
“Holy Mother of Jesus, I am coming to you!” she screamed as her knees buckled beneath her.
This time all three men laughed loudly.
“Now father, kindly stand upon that stool where mother can see you while Barnaby unburdens himself in your wife,” instructed Joseph.
“Why do I need to do that?” enquired his father.
“Because you will get a better view. More importantly, because I am the puppet master in this show,” explained Joseph.
Resignedly, Lord John said, “Very well if it means that we can get on with it.”
Once the older man had established his balance on the three legged milking stool, Barnaby asked him to hold out his hands. Slipping a noose over his wrist, he threw the other end of the thin rope over an overhead beam and hoisted his lordship’s arms above his head.
Joseph pulled out his dagger and deftly cut the cords which held up Lord John’s breaches. As they dropped to reveal his three-quarter ready penis, John muttered, “Not again.”
His son turned to Barnaby and said, “It’s time for her ladyship’s pet monkey to perform.”
The servant had waited five weeks for the opportunity and he needed no second bidding. Releasing his breeches he turned towards Lord John and asked, “With your permission, my lord.”
John nodded.
Both men knew that Barnaby neither wanted or needed his assent. The sole purpose of turning towards him was to show the cuckold lord just how splendid and throbbing his cock was before he took outrageous advantage of the noblewoman who was bent submissively over the table.
He tried but no-one was surprised when, after only half a dozen hearty thrusts, Barnaby lost the contents of his bag in Lord John’s wife. That is what a month or so of celibacy will do to a young man.
This was just the effect that Lady Mary craved, a lusty youth filling her to the brim.
Her wantoness was not lost on the two spectators. Both men’s cocks were now fully rampant. Joseph’s was a little less obvious. Lord John’s had nowhere to hide.
The relieved servant stepped back as droplets of semen landed in the flour dust on the floor, some from him, followed by more from her ladyship as she overflowed.
“Now father and dear mother, we will toss a coin to see who enjoys mother next,” announced Joseph.
John believed that some hoax was about to be committed once again. On the last three occasions he had lost and was forced to stand bound while he observed Joseph at work with the knowledge that he was not allowed to release his frustration for the rest of the day.
This game was not of his making and he had no part in drafting the rules but, in truth, for some reason that he could not quite fathom, he rather enjoyed losing.
Nobody was more surprised than his lordship when the coin came down cross side upwards.
“I win, I win! Get me down from here boy!” he barked at Barnaby.
The servant hurriedly untied the rope.
“Take your place on the stool, Sir,” he commanded his son.
Joseph said, “I’m not sure that that was part of the bargain, father.”
“I’m sure that it was,” Lord John replied.
“His lordship is quite correct,” added Barnaby, with a grin.
“No-one asked your opinion,” said Joseph as he stepped up onto the stool.
Barnaby quickly secured his wrists and pulled the rope taught. His father deftly cut the strings of his breeches using Joseph’s own dagger. They dropped to his feet and the young man’s impressive cock and bollocks escaped. Lady Mary took a deep breath at the sight of them.
“The worm has turned,” laughed Lord John.
“A little larger than a worm I believe now that it is standing upright,” returned Joseph.
Lady Mary, somewhat vexed by the delay, shouted, “Stop comparing dicks and get on with it. I would be happy with any size at the moment.”
John pulled up his breeches a little and waddled towards his wife with his cock swaying to and fro.
He heard the squelch as he slowly slipped into her. His lordship had lost count of the number of ways in which he’d fucked his wife but he considered taking her used was by far his aksaray escort favourite. With less friction than usual he knew that it would delay his climax greatly. Added to this he always had a sense of reclaiming his rights as Lord of the Manor.
As he gripped Lacy Mary’s hips and pumped into her, Joseph shouted encouragement, “That’s it father, give it to mother hard.”
Barnaby added, “Go on, get your balls up the slut!”
“Barnaby!” chided Joseph.
“Sorry,” said Barnaby, meekly.
Nevertheless, Lord John took the servant’s advice and tried hard.
Lady Mary said, just loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, go on, get your balls up the slut.” Her eyes were fixed upon Joseph.
He tried even harder.
Each thrust basted his bollocks. He knew not if the juices were Mary’s or Barnaby’s. He didn’t care, all he did know was that he liked it. He also knew that he liked it even more that Joseph’s cock was twitching in sheer frustration as he watched his father’s performance.
He loved his son dearly but there was always an underlying competition between them and this was a sport that they both relished. As soon as he realised that he had won this round he lost control at the very point when Lady Mary cried, “Holy Mother of Jesus, I am coming to you!” for the second time that day.
“I thought that I would find you here,” said his wife as she broke into his recollections.
“What are you so deep in thought about?” she added.
“Oh, I was just recalling last night,” he answered.
“So was I. That is why I climbed all the way up here to find you.
“If I lean over the battlements do you think that you could re-enact your heroic efforts?”
“With pleasure m’lady,” answered his lordship.
Without any prior preparation, his performance was shorter but just as passionate.
Afterwards they spoke.
“I must admit that young Joseph has added some spice to our love life,” commented Lord John.
“There is no doubt about that.
“It makes me sound ungrateful but am I alone in thinking that it is not as exciting as our adventures in Dorchester and Salisbury?” she asked.
“No, I agree. But as Joseph says, it is safer.”
“Oh yes definitely safer,” agreed Lady Mary.
…
There wasn’t a spare bed in the whole castle. Relatives and friends from all corners of England had descended on them. Not just theirs but the groom’s as well.
The almost obligatory invitation had been sent to King Charles and Queen Henrietta Maria; thank the Lord they had declined.
As Charlotte and Ralph stood before the altar of the Church of St Edward, King and Martyr in the village of Corfe Castle every woman shed a tear. The men all smiled. Everybody agreed that they made a lovely couple, although some unkind older ladies commented on their age difference.
The whole day went well.
“The whole day went well,” said Lord John, as he slipped into bed beside Lady Mary late that night.
“Yes, I’ve never seen Lottie look happier,” replied his wife.
“I believe that they will be good for eachother.
“We sat together yesterday and had a long talk. She grasps the importance of keeping an open mind in the bedchamber; and out if it for that matter,” she laughed.
“While you were doing that, I took Ralph up to the tower to show him my telescope.
“We had a long man to man chat.”
“Oh, did you now? Good,” her ladyship said with a smile.
“Yes, now he’s thinking about getting one too.”
“My God! Men!” exclaimed Mary, shaking her head.
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As they walked in the castle garden, Lady Mary uttered those words which can make any husband’s blood turn to ice, “I’ve been thinking…”
Believing that this may well involve him spending a lot of money while hoping that it didn’t involve him actually doing anything, Lord John replied, “Have you my dear?”
“As you know, Joseph is travelling to see the horse racing at Salisbury next week and he is taking Barnaby with him.”
Lord John said, “Yes, I was invited too but it doesn’t interest me much. Besides, he can wager away my money without me having to be there to watch it.”
“Good.
“I thought that we might try a Dorchester adventure again.”
“Nothing would give me greater pleasure, Madam, but as I have said in the past, we could not be certain that two reprobates would ambush us and make free with you as they did before.”
“I understand completely. Anyway, we have experienced that, it is done and gone.
“What I was hoping is that we could create a scenario where something could happen. I may get misused, or I may not.
“That is where the excitement would lie.”
“And what scheme has your delightful mind conceived?” Lord John smirked.
“We could plan to stay for three nights or so. On each night you could bribe the landlord of an alehouse to employ me as a serving woman.
“You, my lord, could pass yourself off as a patron and sit in a corner observing quietly.
“Something may transpire, if not we try another inn the next night. Should eyüp escort nothing transpire by the third night you can pay a young groom or three to see to me while you wait for your turn.”
“It could be fun, Madam, but you do know what those serving wenches are called, don’t you?”
“No?”
“Tavern Sluts,” her husband laughed.
“Ah, that is not a role that would come naturally to me but I believe that I may be able to play it,” Lady Mary giggled.
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It felt liberating to don the guise of a middling merchant and his wife once again. While there was no doubt that the life of a high lord and lady was enviable, sometimes it was good to be ordinary every now and then.
The journey to Dorchester was uneventful. They both half expected to be accosted in every stretch of woodland. They each managed to hide their disappointment when they weren’t.
It felt strange to be once again in the same large commodious room that they had occupied on their last visit to Dorchester.
Lady Mary had chosen her costume with care. It was just like those that her own servants wore; but with some slight adjustments for her current purposes.
Lord John watched her dressing with fascination. As was usual the kirtle was laced tightly up the front but rather than passing over her bust, as those of respectable women did, each side was scooped to nestle under a tit, in the style favoured by strumpets. The lacing finished at a point midway between her breasts. The skirt was more conventional, full and touching her square-toed leather shoes.
Under this she wore a shift of course white linen. This was cut looser and lower than usual. When Lady Mary bent forward to adjust her rough swollen stockings, John was treated to the sight of her left teat bursting into sight. She was now forty-five but the sudden view of her large dark brown nipple still thrilled him. With easy nonchalance, her ladyship slipped it back into hiding.
“Ready?” asked her husband.
“Ready,” his wife replied. She turned so that he could help her into her full length cape and hood.
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Earlier that day, Lord John had plied the landlord of The Antelope, in South Street, with a gold crown. The man nearly died of shock. He assured him of his complete discretion and compliance to every detail of the plan.
“My wife will be pleased to have the evening off, Sir,” said the landlord.
“Good, and my wife must be treated just as any Tavern Slut would be,” insisted John.
“She certainly will be, Sir, she certainly will be.”
…
It was with sexual nervous trepidation that Lady Mary, mother of three, noblewoman and wife to the Lord of Corfe Castle, entered a common alehouse dressed as a Tavern Slut.
Lord John had parted from her at the corner of South Street. After three very slow circuits of the block he too walked into The Antelope. The low ceilinged space contained about half a dozen scruffy looking men.
“Welcome stranger. I was just showing our new serving wench her duties.
“Sit where you care but that bench in the darker corner may suit your purposes best.
“I am sure that you have never patronised my humble establishment before now,” said the landlord, loudly.
His lordship took the suggested seat. He couldn’t help thinking that the man was rather overplaying his part.
“What is your pleasure, Sir? To drink, I mean,” asked the publican, with a grin.
John enquired, “What do you have?”
“Ale or Cider, but I wouldn’t recommend the Cider.”
“In that case I will have Ale.”
“A wise choice if I may say so, Sir, the wench will bring it to your table.
“Mary! Ale for the newcomer.”
Mary came out from behind the bar carrying an earthenware pint pot. She placed it under the stopcock of a barrel that was supported on blocks just off the sawdust covered floor. She halted the flow precisely at the point when the foaming liquid reached the rim of the mug. You would think that she had been doing it all her life.
Supporting the weight in two hands Mary leaned over and placed the ale on Lord John’s table. As she did so, her magnificent right nipple made an appearance. Her husband took a deep sigh and said quietly, “It looks as if you’re taken to the work like a duck to water.”
“Thank you, Sir. I aim to please, Sir,” said his wife in her best Dorsetshire accents. She had always been able to mimic the speech of the castle women.
For the rest of the evening Lord John sat in his corner and watched his wife go about her duties.
Even when he couldn’t see what they were seeing he could imagine the view that the customers were getting from the lustful looks on their faces. At other times he could see exactly what they saw.
Most of the rough hewn men took the opportunity to pass a hand over some part of Mary as she deposited their drink on the table. Some caressed her backside, some put an arm around her waist and the more daring actually stroked a bare breast before she had a chance to replace it. All of this only encouraged them to order more ale.
As she leaned over the table next to John, Mary’s ample right tit flopped out into full view. The ruffian that was seated there reached out and secured the nipple between finger and thumb pulling it downwards. No doubt he was expecting her to try to escape by jerking away painfully. Instead Lady Mary stayed exactly where she was while the man squeezed and rolled it back and forth.
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