Husband Robert looked up from his newspaper in surprise.
"The whole weekend?" he questioned with a hint of suspicion in his voice.
Claire sat in the armchair opposite flicking idly through a magazine.
"Arabella, you must remember my telling you of her. Old school friend, she's holding a class reunion."
Robert grunted and resumed reading his paper.
"Fine by me," he said in disinterest. "I'll just go to the squash club and probably eat at mother's house to save me cooking."
Claire put the magazine aside, got up and moved to Robert's side, she sat on the arm of the chair and slid her arm around his shoulders.
"If I'm to be away for a few days," she murmured softly and tickled at his ear lobe. "Do you think that we might…"
Robert grunted again and shook his head.
"Not in the mood."
Claire suppressed her initial reaction and maintained the coaxing voice.
"But it has been some months now Robert since you…since you…"
He threw the newspaper aside angrily and jumped to his feet.
"Since I can't get an erection!" he shouted.
Claire remained calm.
"I was going to say since you last made love to me."
"You know damned that I can't!"
"We could try," she soothed. "There are lots of things we could do without actually…you know."
He paused thoughtfully for a moment then shook his head.
"No," he muttered. "No, I can't – I just can't."
Robert walked away through to the kitchen.
Claire sat as she was, a warm sensation moving to spread from her pussy out across her upper thighs. Her nipples began that familiar tingling and the excitement stirred once again within her. Her thoughts now were not on her husband but on her friend, her old school friend – Arabella.
CHAPTER TWO
She felt a tart, Claire hoped and prayed that no one she knew would pass and see her dressed so. Why the hell she felt compelled to comply with Arabella's wishes she didn't know – but she had.
In the remote country lane in the early morning, Claire shivered with the chill. Silence surrounded her and thick mist covered the surrounding fields to give and eerie feel to the stillness.
A short pleated skirt in navy-blue that finished indecently high up her thigh was so out of character for her. Normally staid and proper, nothing above knee length would have been acceptable either to her or to Robert. Black hold-up stockings, sheer and sleek gave her, she felt, a wanton and alluring appearance. The crisp white blouse, long-sleeved and tight around her bust and waist simply reinforced her whorish feel.
What she couldn't deny to herself was the pumping excitement that she gained from it all. A deep tingling of naughtiness and abandonment, almost a transformation of character. To be dressed so, to be here out in the middle of nowhere at seven in the morning and to be – well, what was effectively – under the command of her long absent friend. It was all so ridiculous but at the same time so very thrilling – sexually thrilling.
Claire faced the direction that Arabella had insisted she should, her nipples hardened in the chill air or was it excitement, a little of both she decided as she waited. The small suitcase by her feet contained mostly cosmetics and underwear, 'all clothing provided' Arabella's note had said, that fact simply added to the mystique and the thrill of anticipation.
"Madam," the deep voice stated from behind her.
Claire squealed in shock and whirled around in surprise, she hadn't even been aware of his approach.
The tall chauffeur stood impassively as she looked him up and down suspiciously.
"Madam Arabella's compliments, she asks that you allow me to transport you to her residence."
Claire was stunned, he was so young, so confident and so very, very – well -nice. His sharply pressed black uniform and cap gave his tanned face an almost irresistible look. The flashing blue eyes and wry, knowing smile made her insides melt in desire. She had expected Arabella herself but wasn't in the least disappointed. Claire took the opportunity as she followed to inspect every teasing move of his firm backside as it moved within his tight-fitting trousers.
As they reached the black limousine parked further down the lane the chauffeur paused to hold up a blindfold.
"My apologies Madam but mistress insisted that you wear this."
A pumping thrill coursed through her as he moved close behind her to slip the blindfold over her head and fix it into place. Shivers of delight rippled through her as she stood passively whilst his strong fingers touched at the side of her head. His closeness and the smell of his after shave sent her vulva in to gripping little spasms of delight.
For what seemed an eternity Claire sat in darkness on the back seat of the limousine, the ride was comfortable and seemingly unhurried. It was an almost undetectable halt that the car slowed to and only the switching off of the engine indicated to Claire that that they actually stopped.
The wonderful fresh smell of his after shave and body as he leaned close thrilled her, the light dazzling her eyes as the blindfold was removed. They were at the gates of a large estate, a long sweeping driveway stretched out before them to cut its way through lush green grassland to the trees beyond. Tall wrought iron gates attached to enormous stone pillars stood open to allow them access to the sprawling grounds.
The car moved majestically towards the central wooded area, Claire gazed in awe as the house came into view. Huge and old, it was a mansion that could have come straight from a Hollywood film. Wide stone steps moved up front from the graveled parking area to the front of the house itself and high Georgian window frames painted in white stood out in contrast to the stonework. As far as the eye could see rolling hills and farmland surrounded the house in whichever direction one cared to look.
Claire stepped a little nervously out of the car, the chauffeur holding the door indicated with a sweep of his hand the direction she should take. As she reached the top step of the front terrace and approached the huge front door Claire halted abruptly, her eyes staring wide in shock.
A powerfully built youth, totally naked wearing just a black bow tie and a half smile stood dutifully by the open front door. His enormous cock hung limply down between his thick thighs and he showed not the slightest hint of embarrassment. Huge chest muscles gleamed in the light, his firm backside jutted out temptingly and his bulging biceps gave a clear indication as to the power his body possessed.
Claire flushed bright red and hesitated, she averted her eyes from his cock but as secretively as she could her gaze flicked back often to the huge member.
"Follow me please Madam," the youth stated loudly and led off through the house.
Claire followed in stunned silence, her interest firmly fixed on the servant's firm naked buttocks as the moved unhurriedly through the corridors and out onto the rear terrace.
"Claire!" Arabella squealed in delight.
She was seated at a small wrought-iron table surrounded by four ornately worked chairs and rose to her feet in greeting.
"Thank for accepting, It is so wonderful to see you again."
Claire moved trance-like, guided by her hostess to sit and to settle herself on one of the patio chairs.
At a snap of Arabella's fingers the servant came close and placed a tray of drinks on the table before moving away. The stunned woman couldn't resist a fleeting peek at his thick cock once again, she shivered in delight at both the sight of it and the thought of it inside her.
"Nice isn't he?" Arabella said casually as she handed Claire a drink and settled herself lazily in her seat.
Claire could only nod at first, her mind was still taking-in the opulent surroundings and the fact that her servant could walk around totally naked as though it were normal and nothing out of the ordinary.
"Wonderful," she blurted at last.
"He's quite a good fuck too," Arabella said with a casual ease.
Claire almost choked on her drink.