Lady Mary watched totally entranced by the sight of the two bodies writhing across the hall table.
The woman was laying front down across the heavy rosewood surface with her head turned to her right, facing the mirror on the opposite wall. Her legs were spread wide by the body of the partially besuited man ploughing between them. Her skirt had been pulled up over her back exposing her naked buttocks and long legs. The knee of her right leg had been lifted up onto the table and her left foot was on the floor, the ankle decorated by a pair of flimsy lace knickers. Only the toe of her patent leather shoe was on the carpet, the long slim heel was waving in the wind as she slid on the table. Her knuckles were white from tightly grasping the edge.
The man pounded away enthusiastically, his trousers at half-mast. His chiselled face was expressionless with just a hint of a smile. His eyes looked down watching his cock moving in the very damp pussy.
His left hand was holding her head firmly against the tabletop spreading her medium length black hair out over the dark surface. His right arm was underneath her leg pining it to her body. His hand at her belly enthusiastically massaged the pussy lips that his prick was splitting. The woman groaned each time that he pushed firmly into her. The material of her dress squeaked as it was driven back and forth over the polished wood. Her groans became sharp cries as his speed increased towards a climax. Her eyes opened wide, and she screamed as he grunted, and the hot seed gushed into her.
He paused for a moment and then pulled back so that his cock dropped out of its cave. He and Lady Mary watched as the white seminal fluid appeared in the crack and dripped slowly down onto the polished surface.
Lady Mary came at the same time. The memory that the woman in the reflection was actually her and the man on top of her was her butler, Wilson, came flooding back to her.
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Lady Mary had been married to her husband Sir Harold shortly after her twentieth birthday. This mainly resulted in ten or so years of childless boredom. She had given up counting them. Sir Harold had been awarded his KBE for services to do with some rather obscure scientific, and secret, experimentation several years before the marriage. She neither knew nor wanted to know what it was exactly other than it was to do with things going bang.
Sir Harold was some fifteen years older than Mary and was now beginning to develop the physical characteristics of the more sedentary lifestyle common amongst his peers. Mary, on the other hand was still in her mid-thirties and had gone to great pains to maintain her youthful figure. She was of medium height, slim with long delicate legs and elegant arms that flowed gracefully into hands containing long slender fingers. Her nails were long and well-manicured. Many a man had looked lustily at those phalanges and dreamt of what they could do for him.
Her face was slender with high cheek bones and delicate nose. A pair of vivid blue eyes against her honey skin gave her an appearance that few forgot. Mary's hair was a stunning raven black, usually worn in a fashionable bob to the top of her shoulders.
Fashionable was the key word in her world. Despite being deep in rural Cotswolds she insisted on having the latest styles and fads. This was not too much of a problem for Sir Harold but some of her friends had a little difficulty keeping up to date. To be more accurate, her friends had no real problem, their husbands however sometimes did.
Lady Mary sported a slim body to match her appendages, furnished with modest well-rounded firm breasts and a very noticeable slim waist. Most of her female friends looked on her with total envy and her male ones with often barely disguised lust. Several, of both sexes, had tried it on with her over the years but all had been singularly unsuccessful. Her position in local society depended on a lack of scandal, or at least a lack of major scandal. She had been tempted.
Mary, the daughter of a local school headmaster, had been drawn to the idea of becoming a real lady, if only to spite her older sister. Sir Harold had been drawn to the idea of having an attractive young wife to tote around the local social circuit and the stuffy London scientific scene. Lady Mary, as she now insisted on being called, soon bored of that but decided it was worthwhile for the position it gave her.
The marriage was childless mainly because Sir Harold had never really got into the spirit of fucking of his lovely young wife other than it being his duty. They screwed fairly regularly at the start, but his uninspired performance was lacking the sparkle that a young woman needed. Lady Mary soon became bored with the lack lustre performance of their couplings. The events became less frequent as the months passed. Lady Mary ensured that their conjugations were mainly confined to the most infertile points in her cycle. She discovered that her fingers, her hairbrush, and regular horse riding, though not side saddle, provided far more adequate relief.
The house was a rambling mid-Victorian tiled property set in several acres of garden, rough woodland, and paddock. Stables housed a pair of decent thoroughbreds looked after by a part time stable boy. He also provided help around the house when required. The house was equipped with two cars, a brand new bright red Jaguar SS 21/2-litre sports saloon and a more sedate black 1932 Riley Nine Monaco. These were housed in part of the converted coach house. The only drivers were Wilson and Sir Harold, as Lady Mary had never shown any inclination to learn.
Sir Harold insisted on having a butler, as befitted a man of his standing. A cook, gardener, and cleaners also worked part time. These all lived off the premises. The only other staff member was Anne, a teenage housemaid who lived in and occupied one of the attic bedrooms.
Wilson had joined the household to replace the previous incumbent who had got to the age where he was becoming a danger to himself and, more importantly, the China service. He was finding it increasingly difficult to cope with the stairs and Lady Mary wandering around the place being, what he considered to be, scantily dressed. Wilson had no problem with either of those.
Wilson was recommended to Sir Harold by one of his colleagues who was in the process of downsizing as he moved to a smaller apartment in London. He and his wife had recently decided to live apart and no longer needed such a large property. They were both in their fifties and had reduced their staffing requirements accordingly. He kept a maid and she a general handyman. Wilson stayed on for a few months until the mistress found a slightly younger man to take his place. To be honest he was glad to be out of the place as she was becoming a little too demanding.
Wilson was a tall, well-built man in his early forties. His hair was dark with no signs of balding providing a perfect counterpoise for his strong chiselled features. There was no surplus body fat, mainly because of his rigorous regime of exercise. He wore his butler's uniform suit to perfection.
Most women would have classified him as being good looking and certainly Lady Mary could not disagree with that assessment. Several of her friends had commented on the fact but she had merely shrugged and made some comment to the effect that he was a servant and she had not noticed. That was rubbish of course. She most certainly had noticed and was well aware of his masculine looks and physique. She was also had become very aware that he was, in a very subtle and respectful way, constantly appraising her. She noticed that his eyes invariably scanned the full length of her body when he thought, or appeared to think, that he was not being observed. To be perfectly truthful he did not give a damn if she was aware of the observation or not. He knew that she was giving him sideways glances and that was enough to convince him that he probably could get between those rather lovely legs at some point. He had done it elsewhere.
Lady Mary began to modify her dress style carefully to accommodate her admirer. Her outfits became more tailored and slightly tighter in the parts where tightness was important. The material used indoors changed from a thick traditional country style weave to softer, more conforming cloth. Her shoes became softer, more elegant and grew modest heels that emphasised her stocking covered legs. Skirt lengths shortened to match the current London fashion. Sir Harold commented that the change was very pleasing. This rang slight alarm bells. Lady Mary smiled sweetly, patted his arm, and refrained from telling him that he was not really the intended target. She also decided that this might be a good time to increase his nightly allowance of malt.
