Julia had to take a break, she was quite drunk now but she went back to the kitchen and opened a bottle of Chablis that was in the fridge and sat at the table. Thoughts tumbled through her mind, a salad bowl flavoured with vaginal secretions and cum, a French girl sucking her husband's cock while this woman, Alice, masturbated him, a woman in a car with a vibrator in her knickers playing with herself. Involuntarily, Julia squeezed her thighs together and realized she was getting wet. She needed to go to the toilet and when she pushed her knickers down she could see the milky secretions in the gusset. She pee'd and was disconcerted to notice a pleasant sensitivity in her clitoris as she dabbed herself dry with a tissue. Back downstairs she refilled her glass and went back to the study to continue reading Robert's sex-diary.
'M,mm, salad d'amour, the spunk is excellent, and the vaginal notes exquiste,' sighed Lady Markham as everyone tucked into the salad. Jenny's pale blue knickers were next to my plate, she had handed them to me before we took our places at the table. I felt my adrenaline flow, sex was in the air and my cock twitched in my underpants. Alice sat at the head of the table and I was next to her on her left. Opposite me sat Sylvia and next to her was Julian and on my left was Monique with Michael to her left, opposite Elizabeth with Jenny at the foot. 'Monique dear,' Alice said, 'unbutton your blouse and show us your tits, they're lovely!' She beamed imperiously over her guests. Monique did as she was asked, leaving her blouse on but somehow wriggling free from her bra. Her breasts were firm and perky, upturned with thick gold rings piercing her dark erect nipples. 'Gorgeous aren't they,' Alice smiled, and then she fixed her gaze on me and said, 'Make sure you don't disappoint her this weekend Robert, fuck her well won't you – you've got the cock for it!'
Helga reappeared with the trolley, this time she was dressed in a thin black rubber leotard, with peek-a-boo holes to free her breasts, it was high-cut and the gusset split her generous labia. I must say that the effect was stunning! She calmly served the braised salmon and asparagus and then returned with two bottles of Krug and ice buckets. When our glasses were filled Lady Markham raised hers and said, 'Ladies and gentlemen, to pleasure.'
'I'll second that,' said Andrew, and as the rest of the party raised their glasses Monique reached over and rubbed my cock through my trousers.
'Gorgeous,' said Sylvia, 'really delicious Alice.' The salmon was exquisite and seemed to melt on the tongue. The asparagus was as expected, a'point.
'Thank you Sylvia,' Lady Markham smiled, 'I had it flown in from Ireland this morning, from river to table in under twelve hours, and the asparagus is grown here. Now,' she went on with a glint in her eye, 'talking of fish, how are you all on the alleged note from Napoleon to Josephine from some battlefield or other, home in two weeks – don't bathe! Gentlemen your opinions please, do you like your fanny squeaky clean or a little gamey?'
'I just like it the way it comes!' Quipped Michael and everyone laughed.
'Very good, Michael, now, Julian, how about you? Alice smiled.
'Jenny's always in the shower or bathing so I don't often get an opportunity to differentiate.'
Alice now turned her attention to Andrew who said 'To be frank, Lady Markham, I do like cunt a little on the gamey side, it's a terrific turn on for me, you know, that musky, woody aroma in your nostrils as you go down.'
'Well, for all of you, ladies included, I instructed Helga, and she hasn't washed down there for five days, and although she isn't wearing them now she wore the same pair of knickers throughout.' She picked up a silver bell and rang it and in moments Helga entered.
'Helga, your prepared knickers, will you bring them through for our guests?'
'Oh, yes, of course.' It was the first time she had spoken and there was a throaty quality combined with the German accent that added spice to the atmosphere. She left and immediately returned with her knickers on a silver salver.
'Could you just freshen them a little, please Helga.'
All eyes were on her as she took the knickers and squatted slightly parting her legs. Pulling the rubber crotch of her leotard to one side she wiped her pussy with the gusset and then placed them back on the salver. While she was doing this I was delighted to notice that she had a small black dildo inserted in her anus. Alice nodded in my direction, 'Let's give Robert the first opportunity to sniff your knick's shall we?'
Helga handed me the salver, the knickers were arranged inside out and the gusset was heavily stained, now glistening with fresh creamy juices. I took them and held them to my nostrils and the rich smell of Helga's cunt filled my senses. I was reminded of the few occasions when I found Julia's creamed up knickers in the laundry basket – pure heaven!
Julia was in a trance, 'He liked my dirty knickers, and the smell of my cunt.' She shocked herself at thinking the word. She remembered the photographs of him sniffing and wearing women's knickers. She tried to remember when they last had sex, and somehow she felt almost embarrassed to admit to herself that it was several months before he was killed. When they were first married they had sex often, but Robert always seemed more keen than she, it took him several weeks before she could be persuaded to make love outside the bedroom, and a few months before she would let him take her from behind, she remembered now with great embarrassment how she reacted when he first went down on her. She had stiffened and after a minute or two had drawn him back up to the missionary position. There was another time when he was inside her and his fingers strayed and circled her anus, she felt something not unlike a pleasant electric shock, but she reached down and pulled his hand away. And then Elise was born, and there was no time for sex, just an endless time of feeding and changing nappies and shopping and cooking, and Robert immersed himself in his small business which progressively developed and grew.
When Elise was three they moved out of the small flat in Earls Court to a two bedroomed house a few streets away, and then a few years later Robert announced that they were to look for a place suitable for a successful business man and his family, he had developed some kind of circuit-board that he was supplying to the major manufacturers in the electronics industry; it was then that they moved to Chelsea. He had always been good to her, she thought to herself, and he doted on Elise.
'He was just a very sexual being – and I wasn't,' she said aloud to herself. Actually it wasn't that she didn't like sex, it was just that in fact Julia was shy and very embarrassed about it. As a child she had never seen her parents naked, she was an only child too and added to that her mother and father had never been demonstrative or showed that much affection openly. And while other girls had whispered together in the dormitory about what their mothers had told them about sex, Julia's mother had said very little. When her period came at last her mother had given her some panty liners and warned her that from now on she could get pregnant. She also asked her that from now on she should make sure she always put her underwear in the laundry basket immediately and not leave them lying around in the bathroom or on her bedroom floor. And once she had forgotten, she had left a pair of her knickers in the bathroom and her father had gone in immediately afterwards. She was horrified when some time later she returned to find her knickers as she'd left them, on the floor as she'd stepped out of them, gusset exposed and heavily stained a milky yellow! She felt so embarrassed at the table that night but of course he never said a word, nor would he. But he knew!
