Adventures in Victorian London

It was October 1888, and on this particular night, London was drearily cold and foggy. It was definitely not a night to be outside but rather at home in front of a good, well-built fire. Lord and Lady Forbes had decided to do precisely that. They would stay in and sit in front of the fire rather than face the bitter winds and rain that they could hear slamming against their window panes.

Lord Forbes, the former Thomas Forbes, had not started life out as a lord but rather as the son of a gamekeeper. He had grown up on a member of the aristocracies estate in Devon. Still, he had wanted much more out of life than his father and, early on, realised that he was not happy with the class system. A system that would have kept him in servitude. When his father was no longer considered fit enough to carry out his duties and was forced to retire, he would replace him as the gamekeeper.

Thomas decided to escape those expectancies for his life. So he made his way from Devon to London with nothing much more than the clothes on his back. Upon arrival, he had quickly found work as a groom; he was very good with horses, and of course, back in 1888, they were the primary mode of transport.

As he worked, he was astute enough to save and invest some of his money, not something prevalent for the working class in those days. Sometimes the investments were not successful; fortunately, he seemed to have an inordinate amount of luck for the majority of his investments. With the money that his investments brought him, he started to buy properties and eventually take over several different businesses. He also began lending some of his newfound riches to the upper classes, some of whom could not always pay back their loans and thus became owing to Thomas.

Thomas soon came up with a way for them to absolve themselves of their debts and thus not suffer the disgrace of being taken to court by a commoner for unpaid debts. In lieu of their repayment obligations, Thomas asked for favours that would make him more affluent and more influential. One of his debtors had been a well thought of Prime Minister. When he could not pay what he owed, Thomas asked for a contract for one of his acquired businesses, a contract to make ships for the Royal Navy. The Prime Minister beholding to Thomas had no option but to ensure that Thomas got the agreement on the terms he desired.

As Thomas rose in eminence in the business world, he was eventually knighted by Queen Victoria. He had now become one of the richest men in Britain, and with his knighthood, he felt he had defeated the class system he hated so much. He became a philanthropist, donating to many charities and endowing hospitals and universities with the money they needed to keep running. As a result of all his charitable work, it was only a matter of time before he was awarded a peerage.

Thomas was always a handsome man and, even in his youth, one who had looked after himself and his body, often exercising to keep his body fit. He had married into the aristocracy; in fact, he had married the youngest daughter of the Duke who owned the estate upon which he had grown up. He and Eleanor were very well matched. Despite the disparity of their births, both were intelligent. They each had ideas on sexual activity that would have been considered quite scandalous at that time.

Both had agreed early on that theirs would be an open relationship. Although obviously, living in the times they did, it would be behind closed doors. However, they would not deny each other the chance to not only enjoy each other's bodies but enjoy those of others too.

This brings us back to that cold October's night in 1888; the rain always made Thomas feel horny. As her ladyship rose and bent over to pick up her crochet that had fallen on the floor, he reached out for her derrière and pulled her close to him. Thomas told her to forget the crochet as he had other things on his mind. Then, turning to him, she smiled and said that he could take her tonight in any way he chose but that she was determined to take their young coachman to her bed tomorrow night.

Most of the staff knew about their unusual attitudes to sex but were committed to a vow of secrecy. In actuality, several of the servants had been well rewarded for their own sexual activities with their lord and lady.

Thomas told Eleanor that he intended to spank her and sodomise her, no stranger to sodomy and, in fact, a lover of it, Eleanor began getting wet at the very thought of it. She was soon naked and standing before Thomas awaiting his pleasure; he pulled her down, placing her over his knees and began to softly spank her proffered arse. Eleanor could feel his rapidly growing cock trying to get out of his trousers as her pussy was pushed down on top of it. With each expert slap driving her wild with desire, knowing that she had to have it inside her, but still enjoying the spanking.

He carried on slapping her until her posterior was red and smarting, each nerve ending now on high alert to the gentlest of touches. Then, fully aroused, she begged him to stop and fuck her tender rump; within seconds, he had risen and pushed her to the floor.

He was soon as naked as she was; he ordered her to bend over the card table, calling her a dirty little bitch as she did so. Calling each other dirty names was another aspect of their lovemaking which they enjoyed immensely.

She did as ordered, spreading her legs to facilitate his entry into her anus. He spat on her little hole to provide a little lubrication; it would mix with his pre-cum that was by this time dripping profusely from the end of his cock. Then, he pushed into her as she gripped the table, feeling the pain that she found so sweet, as her hole was stretched by his now engorged nine-inch prick.

He pumped slowly, and she moaned softly with each gentle thrust; he was a skilled lover of both men and women, and he knew how to time his thrusts and anticipate his partner's movements. This enabled him to recognise the factors that would signal they were close to orgasm. Eleanor removed one hand from the table, bringing it to her pussy, which, was of course, really wet by this time. She began to massage her lips and clitoris, her body started to twitter, and her breathing became laboured. She just loved the pleasure of having both holes attended to at the same time.

Thomas recognising the signs, started to increase the speed of his thrusts; he soon filled her arse with his life-giving love juices, though they would not be creating any life in her ass. As he began to slowly pull out, Eleanor also had an orgasm. Thomas lifted Eleanor to her feet and turned her around, calling her a dirty slut, telling her that she was not yet finished and still had a clean-up job to do. She obediently dropped to her knees, knowing what he was referring to. Her ladyship took his still rigid cock into her mouth. She licked away both his and her own cum that still dripped down his shaft and onto his balls.

Thomas reached over and pulled the sash that would summon the maid; she soon knocked on the door, and Thomas called her in. He and Eleanor were still naked but being used to such things and having had sex with both her lord and her lady, she did not bat an eyelid but felt wet at what she imagined, well knew had been going on.

His lordship told Anna the maid that they wished some tea and toast before retiring to bed and to be about it with no dawdling. When she retired from the room, Eleanor reminded Thomas that she would be taking the coachman to her bed tomorrow and fucking him until she was sore.

Thomas gave her his blessing and said that a night with Anna would suffice for him, but he might try the coachman himself on the following night.