They were both unsteady on their feet as Sid unlocked the door. They turned to wave to Neil and Susan, in the departing car, then, as they crossed the threshold, Sid groped for Jolene's breast. She stopped as he gripped the full, firm flesh over the peasant blouse, and gave it a hard squeeze. Her hand snaked down and felt the outline of his hard cock, beneath the rough denim of his jeans.
"Oh," she laughed. "So there is something else to life but cricket, then! A whole fucking hour you spent at the bar, talking fucking cricket!"
"Well," he replied, his fingers tracing the outline of her hard nipple. "There's only so much barn dancing one man can take – and, anyway, you weren't lonely, were you?"
"Oh, no," Jolene breathed, her wide, generous mouth now nuzzling his neck, her hand now fully cupped round her husband's turgid erection.
That was one of the things he loved about his new wife, Sid thought. She was independent, gregarious – not clinging, like Kathy had been. And – she was much more 'upfront' about sex...
His heart beat faster at the memory of how Jolene had casually discarded her top, on their recent Mediterranean holiday, to display her gorgeous tits. He had always wanted Kathy to do that, but she wouldn't even wear a bikini on the beach.
He had seen men watching her slim, dark figure, admiring her 'racing-snake' bum, in her one-piece bathing-suit, and his cock had stiffened at the thought of her showing off her small breasts, with their amazingly long, stiff nipples, but it had been 'no way' – and, of course, he couldn't tell her that it would excite him, thinking about the men on the beach wanting to get their hands, their mouths, on his wife's tits.
But Jolene was different. Jolene enjoyed the attention. She had sat on the towel, that first morning, and asked Sid to put her sun-block on. Kneeling behind her, he had massaged the cream into her back, then, when he had reached round to the front, Jolene had raised her arms behind her head, pulling her tits up, making them stand out...
Sid had oiled her stomach, first, then, when his hands had reached the underside of her breasts, she had breathed – "Give my tits a good seeing-to, Sid – we don't want them burning, do we?" And his oiled hands had slid over her nipples, to find them standing out like pieces of chalk. Over her shoulder, he could see many eyes fixed on her – most of them men, but quite a few women, as well, and his cock had throbbed, and his hands blatantly squeezed and fondled her naked tits.
He had had an almost permanent hard-on, throughout the entire holiday. Jolene had a superb body for her age – of course, she had always worked out in the gym, and done her line-dancing. And she had no qualms about being the centre of attention – her singing career had got her used to that. And – most excitingly – she expected men to become aroused at the sight of her tits, and basked in it.
After a day or two, she would whisper to Sid – "Whoops – there's another stiffy over there, lover – think he'd like to slide it between my boobs?" And Sid would turn, to see a furtive husband, desperately trying to hide his erection from his disapproving wife, and his mouth would dry as he thought of the guy dreaming of fucking Jolene's tits as he slid a length up his unresponsive wife in the hotel bedroom that night...
He pushed her back against the wall, standing back and surveying her, in her brightly-coloured peasant blouse and skirt.
"Aha, my proud beauty," he announced, striking a pose. "You won't look so haughty when that blouse is up round your neck, and the skirt circling your waist..."
She cowered, in mock terror. "Oh, master," she quavered. "What are you going to do to me? I'm only an innocent serving-girl..." Her arm crossed, protectively, over her breasts, and her hand flattened against her groin. Her eyes were large, and full of simulated fear. Sid felt the blood flow hotly into his penis.
"Upstairs for you, my girl – into the master bedroom, and await my pleasure," he called, and she scuttled away, still protecting her body, ascending the stairs in quick, hurried steps. His inhibitions loosened by the drink he had consumed, Sid roared after her, quickly assuming the role of the dominant master.
When he entered the bedroom, Jolene was backed up against the wardrobe, still clutching her body, protectively, her head downcast, eyes looking up at him, fearfully.
"Oh, please, sir," she quavered. "I know naught of things between man and woman – I am an innocent servant-girl."
Sid's acting ability did not match his new wife's, though, and he could think of nothing to do, or say, but to stride forward, and envelop her in his arms. To his surprise, he could actually feel her shaking, as though she was really frightened.
Unresisting, she let him propel her towards the bed, and they collapsed on it, together, Sid's mouth closing, urgently, over hers, his hand pushing up between her thighs. With a thrill, he felt the wetness seeping through her thin panties. Then she groaned, and clamped her thighs round his wrist, trapping his hand against her soaking pussy, humping it against her fingers.
Her breathing quickened, becoming harsher, and she thrust herself onto his probing hand. "Oh, oh, oh..." she moaned, then, suddenly, Sid felt her stiffen, and she rocked wildly against his rigid fingers, throwing her head back, in a violent, raging orgasm.
Sid lay, clutching her, his fingers now under the thin strip of cotton stretched across her sex, delving deep into the soaking, twitching flesh beneath. Slowly, the tightness of her body relaxed, and she slid back on the bed, letting out great, shuddering breaths.
Her skirt was bunched up round her waist, her strong dancer's legs played apart, Sid's hand still at their apex, two fingers plunged inside her soaking twat. Jolene opened her eyes and smiled, shakily, uncertainly, up at him.
"Oh, you hit a fucking big trigger there, boy," she murmured. "Fucking hell – can't remember when I last came so quick."
Sid flexed his fingers inside her, and she jerked as if an electric current had gone through her.
"Whoah – steady, boy – I think we're in multiple orgasm territory, right now – but give me a chance to get my breath back!"
Her hand slid down to join his. Sid thought she was going to pull him out of her, but she simply laid her fingers across the back of his hand, and stroked it, gently, idly.
"What trigger?" he asked, quietly, and immediately felt her vaginal muscles tighten round his fingers.
"It's the 'servant' thing," she breathed. "You know – master/servant – the 'big house' – droit de seigneur – that sort of thing. It just – turns me on – always has done."
"Ah," said Sid, a little nonplussed. He was more than nonplussed – he was surprised. He thought he didn't know a woman more self-confident, more independent, than Jolene, and he just couldn't see her in the role of – well, what, exactly?
She laughed, shakily, and squeezed his hand.
"Surprised, eh?" she whispered. "Difficult to see me as a – victim? There's a lot about me you don't know – yet."
Sid felt his cock rise, again – he hadn't even realised his erection had subsided as Jolene had thrashed about in her sudden climax – and he flexed his fingers in her, experimentally.
She sighed with pleasure, and pressed down on his hand again.
"When I was – well, pretty young, I had a holiday with my great-grandma's younger sister. She had a little cottage at the seaside, in Norfolk somewhere, and I was sent there for the summer because my folks couldn't get away, because of the shop. I wasn't looking forward to it. Auntie Mary was pretty old – well over eighty – and I thought it would be really boring."
"But – it turned out to be not bad – not bad at all. We actually got on very well together. Auntie Mary had all her marbles – and she was quite happy for me to go off, exploring the place on my own, and didn't make a fuss about where I had been, or who I was with. I met a few people my own age, in fact, and – well, that's another story. But, in the evenings, Auntie Mary liked a drop of whisky, and she would get talkative, and tell me about her life."
"It was interesting – all about the war, and her two husbands, and her schooldays. She wasn't shy about sex, and she told me all about her sex life with her husbands – and a few other men she had fucked. I was amazed – I thought, like most people, that my generation 'invented' sex, and I definitely didn't think that old people like Auntie Mary had 'slept around' when they were young."
"Then, one night, near the end of my stay with her, I asked her how, and when, she had lost her virginity, and she told me she had gone into domestic service when she had left school, and, on her third night in the 'big house', she had been sent to serve the port to the gentlemen, after dinner, and the master had ordered her to strip off her uniform!"
"Well, you didn't argue with the master in those days, so Mary had to strip, and serve the drinks, naked. She was completely innocent, and utterly terrified. There were five men in the room, all terribly upper-class, in their dinner jackets, and, as she served the drinks, they reached from their leather armchairs and touched her – feeling her breasts and her bottom, and running their hands up her legs."
