It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.
The Host had told of a birthday orgy involving a current top film star, the Theatre Company Manager of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team, the Politician about the husband's revenge.
Chapter Ten: Susan's Fantasy Becomes Reality
When lunch time came on the third day of the confinement of the five couples and their hosts, there had already been four erotic tales to entertain the guests. The snow had now stopped, but the deep drifts almost covered the whole front of the inn still, with no chance of escaping yet. At the rear, at least six feet of snow had turned the lush country landscape into a white wilderness.
But there was an adequate pile of logs and other fuel for the fires, the electricity was still available and the telephone lines in working order. So, although isolated, the inn was in communication with the authorities who promised to rescue them as soon as other, more urgent, priorities had been met.
After doing the domestic duties allocated to them, and listening over coffee to Laurie's tale of the revenging husband, the guests took the opportunity of an hour's rest before lunch, to prepare themselves for the afternoon's activities.
In their rooms, they found on their beds simple, rough-looking, Saxon-like costumes to wear for lunch. There were wigs for the men and dresses with low-cut bodices for the women. No underwear by special request. They assembled in the dining room to be greeted with glasses of mead. It was strong!
Anne had prepared a casserole in a large cauldron. It was placed in the centre of the long trestle table with chunks of rough bread. Pewter flagons of ale, together with mead in stone jugs, provided the liquid refreshment. Chairs had been replaced with wooden benches, a cheerful log fire burned in the open hearth, everything looking cosy and homely.
The assembled company was called to order. 'Martin is to be the Saxon Lord for the afternoon, and Delia his Lady,' Julie announced. 'Pay homage, serfs!' And the remaining guests bowed and scraped.
Martin was the Marketing Director for an international food company. At thirty-two he seemed average in every way. A quiet, fair haired man with good strong features, large blue eyes, straight nose and square chin. Average build but not yet running to fat.
Martin's wife, Delia was a famous TV presenter. At thirty-one, she was a tall, willowy blonde with features not unlike Marilyn Munroe with a generous sensuous mouth, pointed chin and excessive bust which tended to sag without support. She had the calm exterior of a duchess. She held her head high with a tendency to look down her nose with a slightly superior air. Her large bust was shown off to its best advantage in an exquisite dress. She was featured regularly in the society pages of the glossies.
Delia explained that the knowledge that there were men throughout the kingdom, with eyes glued to the TV screen, dying to fuck her, was something of a turn-on for her. 'In fact,' she had said in her sexy contralto voice, 'I hear that some men actually kneel in front of the screen and masturbate, spurting their semen all over my face!' She laughed.
Indeed, Delia added, there were plenty of men in the TV studios who would jump at the chance of feeling her up, if not actually fuck her.
Appointed Lord for the afternoon, Martin insisted on fondling the breasts of each lady, claiming that it was his right as Lord of the Manor. Delia joined in the spirit by insisting, with great dignity, that she must feel under each man's tunic to make sure they were not wearing anything underneath and, at the same time, to weigh his balls in the palm of her hand.
'The one with the heaviest balls can feel my royal pussy,' she told them. Since Bill had not yet arrived on the scene, Jake was declared the winner.
Delia lifted her long gown to her waist with an imperious gesture, parting her legs, inviting Jake to run his open palm back and forth between her thighs a few times, which he did with exaggerated enjoyment. Her labia were plump, and her thick juices trickled down her inner thighs. Jake had never know any woman lubricate quite as copiously and freely as Delia.
She was purring! 'Ooooh! That's lovely, serf. But enough!' she told him letting her skirt drop. 'You'll start me off if you're not careful. Not before lunch, darling, if you don't mind. There are some things you just don't do before lunch - but as much as you like afterwards.'
This brought some rude comments and laughter.
After a few draughts of the ale and mead, they sat themselves at the table to eat. The atmosphere became boisterous and very jolly, with everyone enjoying the food and liquor. Martin sat at one end of the long table, passing the platter of bread, the jugs of mead and flagons of ale. Delia at the other end, enjoyed arousing Jake on her right and Laurie on her left, by frequent fondles under their tunics.
When the meal was over, Julie called the guests to attention.
'Listen everyone! We have a little surprise for Susan today. So, you come with me, Susan. The rest of you can carry on drinking.'
Susan burst into laughter. 'Surprise for me? What on earth ...' but Julie took her by the arm to lead her into the ladies powder-room.
'Take off your belt. Unfasten the dress,' Julie told her.
Amid splutters of inebriate laughter, Susan did as she was told, removing her sandals, and unfastening the belt and buttons of the dress so that it draped loosely from her shoulders.
'What's the game about, Julie?'
'You'll find out in a minute.' Julie smiled. 'It's a surprise, but don't worry! You'll enjoy it!'
Susan panicked a bit. 'I hope it's not going to hurt, is it?'
'Good heavens, no! Nothing like that. You'll love it! Honest! You're in for a big thrill.'
'Now for the blind-fold,' Julie announced. More laughter accompanied an eye shield being placed over Susan's face.
'You're going to enjoy this, Susan. Come on!'
And Julie led an uncertain, chuckling Susan out of the powder room, her groping arms held out in front of her like antennae, wondering what sort of game this was.
