I
George had kissed his wife Sarah goodbye. The Chrysler had driven off to take her on her way to London, calling at the vicarage to pick up Susanna, wife of the parish priest, who was accompanying her for a weekend break. As a special birthday treat for Susanna, they were staying at Sarah's step-son's flat in Dolphin Square until Sunday, whilst her step-son and his wife were in the country. Albert drove them to the airport for the afternoon flight, leaving George to prepare for his Friday afternoon struggle with the business accounts. It was a weekly meeting he had with his Business Manager, Janet Freeman - one he usually enjoyed. But not today.
A single career woman, Janet was very efficient - a wizard with figures, and had been very largely responsible for preparing their complex case for a large grant from the English Heritage and the Arts Council to fund the major renovation of the Stately Home, owned by the family of Sir George Hamilton. He was the seventeenth baron and responsible for the upkeep and good housekeeping of the family seat, held in trust for English Heritage. Both organizations had complimented Janet on her brilliant presentation.
With her clean, good looks and elegant figure, coupled with a confident manner, Janet had an excellent presentational manner. Having been with the family for eight years, she had soon taken charge of the financial affairs. Lady Sarah had been the one to suggest to George that some major renovations of the early seventeenth century mansion were essential, and being in interior designer of some reputation had soon fired her husband's enthusiasm with her ideas. They interviewed applicants for the new post of Development Manager together.
Janet had stood head and shoulders above the other applicants, being appointed with a rather higher salary than they originally intended. She was soon promoted to Business Manager. To have brought in a consultancy firm specializing in applying for grant aid, would have cost three times Janet's salary in one-off fees, if successful. And Janet had a confident and charming personality, able to persuade the most skeptical of people to follow her proposals.
On receiving news of the acceptance of their application, George and Janet had celebrated with a bottle of vintage champagne from the extensive wine cellar, getting rather drunk on it. Unfortunately, Sarah was away at the time, visiting her family, so was unable to join in the celebrations. It was in this alcoholic state, that a friendly kiss of congratulations developed into a more lengthy affair, ending in a passionate embrace. They had fallen into each other's arms, largely at Janet's instigation, and got carried away.
The outcome was wild, uninhibited fornication. Janet perched on the edge of the desk, hoisting her skirt round her waist, dragging off her knickers. With legs wide apart, her knickers tossed on the floor, George quickly unclipped his trousers, zipped them open, allowing them to shutter round his ankles. The sight of Janet's abundant vulva, bursting from a frame of auburn curls, was sufficient to inflame the inebriated George. His cock had swelled to its fullest proportions. Pushing his underpants over his thighs, the cock was immediately thrust deep in the beckoning vagina, until it was submerged to the very hilt. Without ceremony, George started to fuck it hard, his testicles slapping noisily against Janet's bottom.
She was urging him on. 'Come on, George. Fuck it! Fuck it hard. Hard! I need to feel you deep inside. Oh yes! Fuck it! Fuck fuck fuck!' George didn't disappoint. It was a quick, almost violent act. Both went at it desperately, grunting with effort. George's ejaculation was unusually copious. After several weeks of celibacy, his normal seven spasms were now as many as nine, gushing his sperm deep into his manager. A breathless Janet was delighted with it! She whimpered with joy.
'My, George! That was some deluge!'
They both felt rather sheepish after the event, but agreed that it was something they needed, to share their success together. In was a bonding together. At least, that was the excuse they made to themselves. As George watched Janet mop up the leaking juices from her vagina with paper hankies, they swore it wouldn't happen again. But, of course, it did. This arrangement continued most Fridays, with a quick violent session, usually with Janet fully dressed, though without her knickers, bent over the desk, before they got down to the real business of finance.
At the age of thirty-six, Janet enjoyed her private home life, mixing with friends at church for social needs. Janet did not have a particularly high sex drive in normal circumstances, but once aroused she could become overpowered by a rapid, irresistible urge for wild sex. It was almost animal. It could happen with another woman as well as a man.
She was equally at home with either. This was the case, fueled by the champagne, that afternoon in the office. Janet wasn't really turned on by sex in a comfortable setting - she preferred it whilst fully dressed in a sudden undeniable urge. It was wickedly exciting. It drove her to heights of undeniable lust resulting in violent, screaming orgasms. Then she would just as suddenly lose interest! This arrangement suited George. He wanted no emotional involvement. Just to fuck the amazing vagina of the beautifully elegant Janet on her own terms. Ruthless and hard.
On this occasion of Sarah leaving for London, however, it was the wrong week for Janet to allow George his usual satisfaction, resulting in him being rather unfulfilled. Janet teased him rather mercilessly, having a good laugh at his discomfort. She declined to give him a hand job, leaving him frustrated, supercharged with lust.
Although when they first met and married, his sex life with Sarah was frequent and unquenchable, the intervening years, with the demands of the work involved in building the business, had reduced George's sex drive to an occasional familiar act in bed on a Sunday morning. The weeks waiting for the result of their application, and the heavy work load had been a period of abstinence. So he was ready for an energetic romp with Janet. Sex had resumed with Sarah, but without the passion of earlier years.
After a scratch meal, already prepared for him to pop into the microwave, and a half bottle of claret, he was feeling unsettled and tense. Perhaps and early night was called for, so, after watching some football on the TV, George decided to have a final check round the building. It was pretty impregnable, with security alarm circuits connected directly to the local police station. So any unwanted intrusions would be quickly investigated. There were also several CCTV cameras, mainly intended to keep a close watch on the most lavishly furnished of the rooms, but also to keep a watch on the approaches to the building. A battery of screens was in the security manager's office, though a monitor was also installed in their private office.
Checking into the Security office, his eye was immediately drawn to movement on one of the screens. It was the camera overlooking the Copse car park. This small space was at the back of the estate. A car park used by the staff, because it had a direct access to the house through the back door - what was once the tradesmen's and servants' entrance. A security gate in the high fencing round the back of the property kept unwanted visitors out of the building. Access to it was by a little-used side road without any gate to deter visitors.
George was surprised to see three cars parked up, thinking at first that it may be the staff who had left their vehicles there. Then he saw that in all of them, couples were engaged in sex! It was then that George remembered his Security Manager, Fred, telling him that the car park had recently started to be used by doggers during the late evening at weekends. Mostly weekends.
Though mildly interested, George had thought no more about it. Until now that is! There on the screen, a woman was kneeling on the front seat of an Audi S3 Quatro, her naked bottom stuck out of the open passenger door, being shagged hard, doggie style. The man was being urged on by a guy in the driver's seat, who was handling his erect cock sticking out of his trousers. Astonishing!
The car was parked so that the passenger door was hidden from the entrance to the park, but the CCTV camera was placed in the back corner, with a perfect view of the action. George sat in front of the console, smiling at the unexpected scene. The other cars were top of the range models with recent registration numbers. Obviously well-heeled people. His interest soon manifested itself in a swelling in his own trousers.
Taking the control, George zoomed the camera in on the car door, bringing a close-up of the man with his trousers round his ankles, hips thudding in and out of a large vulva. It would be so easy for him to join them from the back gate. She looked good. Attractive, even at this odd angle. Yes! Damn it! He'd investigate! He could do with a bit of fun! And he was already erect. George's frustrated cock was crying out for attention, bursting with desire. This was what he needed to settle his mind.
Before leaving the room, he returned the screen to it's stand-by position, adjusting his cock to a more comfortable position in his underwear, pressing against his belly. He paid a quick visit to his dressing room, where he took a condom from an inside pouch his overnight valise, slipping it into his jacket pocket. Then, after turning off the alarms on the rear of the building, George tip-toed silently through the rear door, closing it softy behind him.
He stood for a moment in the soft light, taking in the blossom scented air. The evening was warm. The leaves sighed. The blossom in the trees gave off a pleasant scent as he tiptoed quietly along the path to the security gate. this was a perfect night for fucking, he thought. Prodding in the password on the lock, the gate swung silently open. George inched his way to the opening in the trees at the edge of the park.
