In Chapter 1 I placed Julia Discovers in the ‘fetish’ section but on reflection I think the story is better continued in ‘Exhibitionist and Voyeur’ as Julia is discovering her late husband’s secret life through the files on his computer.
Julia Discovers Chap 2
‘On Friday night I went to Eastingham. Julia was away in America visiting Elise so nothing was holding me back. It promised to be a weekend of pure unadulterated pleasure.’
Julia was now drinking her third gin and tonic. The bottle, which had been full was now nearly half empty. She had left the study twice before, the first time to cry and feel sad and the second to feel betrayed and angry. In her anger she had thought of smashing the computer with a hammer or burning it on a bonfire, but the effect of the gin was calming and once again she returned to the study now determined to find out everything she could about Robert’s secret life.
She continued reading the file called ‘Sex Diary’ and lit a cigarette from the packet she had found in the drinks cupboard.
‘It was my first visit to Lady Markham’s estate on the Sussex Downs and the invitation extended to the weekend. I had been introduced to her through the Elite Agency to which I subscribed the month before. The agency had informed me that Lady Markham’s soirees were probably the best in England where guests were hand picked from the applicants that Elite proposed, the two thousand five hundred pounds fee couldn’t guarantee entry, Lady Markham was apparently very selective.
I arrived at dusk on what had been a glorious late September afternoon. The sun was beginning to set over the downs, shining on the copper-beeches that lined the endless gravel drive from the gates up to the big house, Eastingham Hall. There were several cars parked to the side of the house, three Rolls Royces, a Bently Continental and two Porsche Carreras. I was greeted by a footman in full livery - now this was something! He addressed me by name and took my bag directing me to the entrance hall where I was greeted by a tall slender woman somewhere in her late forties with auburn hair streaked effectively with silver.
‘Lady Markham,’ she said with a warm smile extending her hand. ‘But do call me Alice.’ She was dressed elegantly in a very simple black dress offset with a necklace of single strand pearls and matching earrings. She instructed Daniels, the footman, to take me to my room where I could freshen up after my journey.
‘All the other guests are here,’ she smiled, ‘Dinner will be served around eight o’clock. We are assembling for introductions and drinks at seven fifteen, which,’ she added, looking at her wristwatch, ‘gives you twenty five minutes so I’ll see you back here then.’
I was shown up a sweeping staircase to the second floor and then down a long passage, the walls lined with what I learned later were the portraits of Lady Alice’s ancestors. My room was magnificent, oak panelled with wonderful views through the leaded lights of the Downs sprawling beyond. There was a four poster bed of massive proportions in the centre of the room, book cases with bound volumes, a television and video player discreetly concealed, and a door leading to a dressing room beyond which was a bathroom tiled in marble which was furnished with not only a vast Victorian bath and an elegant bidet, but also a shower and a vanity cupboard arrayed with expensive toiletries.
I took a quick shower and dressed, glad that I had brought my dinner-jacket. This was, as Fiona, from Elite, had promised, the crème de la crème of the party scene. Worth every penny she assured me with a grave but knowing look.
The carriage clock on the bedside table struck the quarter hour and I must admit to a certain nervousness as I descended the stairs. Daniels greeted me with a bow and gestured toward a door further down the entrance hall. ‘Second on your right sir. All of the other guests are gathered, enjoy a very pleasant evening.’
Alice, Lady Markham, greeted me with a warm smile and introduced me to the other guests. A very attractive couple in their forties called Michael and Sylvia, another couple Andrew and Elizabeth who were slightly younger, and Jenny and Julian who seemed to be in their late twenties and a very pretty French girl called Monique whom Alice had brought along to be my companion for the weekend; ‘Just to balance the numbers.’ She said. Monique did a sweet little curtsy very coquettishly which set my pulse racing.
We drank champagne and at first it all seemed somewhat formal, like any middle class gathering for dinner; we even talked about the weather.
‘Now about dinner,’ said Alice, when there was a lull in the conversation, ‘I thought something light would be appropriate for an evening culminating in sexual activity and there is the matter of the salad dressing, and I shall need your assistance.’ She beamed at us all. Monique giggled.
‘I call it dressing d’Amour; it consists of spunk, pussy-juice and a dash of sherry.’
For a moment there was silence and then Sylvia said, ‘Ooh, yes please!’
Alice pulled a cord near the fireplace and said; ‘So, ladies, down with your knickers, and gentlemen please present your cocks when required. If the gent’s finger the ladies and get them nice and wet, then afterwards the ladies can wank the gents off into the salad bowl!’
Sylvia was the first to hike her dress up, she didn’t take her knickers down she just hooked her finger into the elastic and pulled the crotch over and spread her long legs wide as she settled back into the couch.
‘Partners do swap.’ Lady Alice demanded, as Michael was about to play with his wife.
‘Quite right.’ Said Sylvia with a feigned rebuke, ‘Robert can finger me.’
