Note- This is not a true story about myself nor is it based on any personal events. It's all fiction. Apologies to dear Oscar. Brilliant playwright and author.
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Lady Windermere's Fan, or, a story about a good woman. Who has an audacious sex appetite.
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England, 2022.
Does a man have to have an erection to enjoy sex? To be more specific, does a man need a hard-on in order to enjoy his wife getting screwed by another? Sexuality, eroticism, and desire are important for all of us, but is there a difference between sexual arousal and sexual excitement?
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I had been hospitalised a year in ago with acute Covid-19 and had only been discharged recently. I had truly been knocked for six and had been left bed-ridden ever since, barely able to function without help. It was only now that I had been able to get around the house by myself. At age forty I was always sexually active, fairly well endowed, and able to get it up at a drop of a hat. At least, I used to, until the virus gave me a permanent brewers droop.
Unfortunate for my wife Lizzy, the new Lady Windermere and twenty years my junior, had been married to me for just over three years.
At an impressive five feet ten, Elizabeth is an attractive filly, easily recognized by her youthful glow, slim frame, and perfectly round bottom. Born on March 22, 2001 to a well off family in Lancashire and classically educated, the current Lady of the Manor is an incredible beauty who captivated men wherever she went with her air of superiority and willingness to go all out in order to have a good time. Add to these features, her toned figure and superb 34C cup breasts, it was clear why she had been one of the most sought after females in the North of England.
A self-described late bloomer, Lizzy claimed she did not receive much attention from men until senior year once she began to develop curves and start to experiment with her sexuality. And in the process, discovering she had a voracious appetite for sex.
I was her number one fan and fell for her big style.
She had rejected two proposals of marriage from myself, offering her opulence and a fairly easy life, but when I asked for a third time she accepted.
This marriage to me would offer her the chance to travel beyond the bounds of her corner of the country, to see new places, and meet new people.
The marriage had secured me money as well as her, status, as Lizzy's late father had bequeathed her a generous figure of £100,000 upon his death.
Windermere is the largest natural lake in England, formed in Cumbria, close to the Lake District National Park. I had inherited the title of Earl, Lord Windermere and we had settled in the family estate, a twenty room house with six principal bedrooms, and six bathrooms, on 2,000 acres of land.
As Lady Windermere and Lord Windermere we were a happy couple, fucking our brains out every night, for almost two years. Lizzy was sex mad, loving all aspects of sexual relations, which was okay by me! We entertained often, drawing in many friends. And in fact, it was when Lizzy threw one of the last parties of the season for her birthday, that two friends, Lord Darlington and the Duchess of Berwick, came by to see me to imply that my spouse had been cheating on me with another. His name being Mister James Erlynne. This rumor had apparently spread throughout society because she had supposedly been giving him large sums of money in return for unattached sex. When I checked later I had found this to be true.
"She sees him continually, and stops in London for hours at a time. He has taken a house in Curzon Street, such a respectable street, too! And we're told that she goes there four times a week."
"Oh, I can't believe it!" I gushed, distressed and saddened at the news.
"But it's quite true, my dear." Said the Duchess. "The whole of London knows it. That is why I felt it was better to come and talk to you."
"Duchess, Duchess, it's impossible! We've been only married two years. We have great sex. We get along, and love to entertain. I thought we married for love."
I put my head in my hands, distraught.
"Are all women bad?" I asked the Duchess.
"Oh, all of us, my dear, all of us, without any exception. We love wealth and attention from men. And it does seem that dear Lizzy is worse than most of us. She lives for sex. The poor girl is a nymphomaniac."
"It is very kind of you, Duchess, to come and tell me all this. But I can't believe that my wife is untrue to me."
"Dear boy. I was like that once. But a good cock does wonders for a girl."
I was naive to ignore that bed hopping in the upper classes had been a common practice among those who'd not married for love or had yet to find the one who centered their world. The anticipation of adventurous sex with no strings attached or expectations of marriage was an added bonus that I myself had taken full advantage of before I had met Lizzy. I had hoped that she had loved me as I did her. Now, all I needed was to succumb to the bloody virus of the century.
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Lizzy had us move to London where I received the best medical treatment. We took a house at Moray Place, which had large living rooms with large windows that afforded views of a round, green park to the front of the house and a triangular garden to the back. A staircase continued up to the bedrooms on the top floor. So we had a chair-lift fitted for my mobility for when I had recovered sufficiently. The last straw in my wife's infidelity came when I had begun to move about with a cane.
All day Lizzy had been out as I blundered and tripped about the house, determined to regain some bodily strength.
"Darling. Have you eaten?"
Finally at ten, the Lady clattered across the hard wood floor in her black stiletto heeled pump and sat opposite me and crossed her shapely legs, giving me a whisper of her black silk stockings brushing together.
Her made up face glowed in the light of the lamp on the table by her side as she leaned back and lit a cigarette.
"You've been out all day, my love. With anyone?"
Lizzy blew out smoke and sighed as I asked the usual question whenever she returned from a long trip out, knowing full well the answer would have been she had spent the day in bed with Erlynne.
She came over to where I was sitting and sat on the arm of the chair. She didn't so much as walk in those high heels, but stride, hips forward, and her short dress pulled up on those toned thighs.
I had a sudden urge to take my wife, spin her around and fuck her from behind like the bitch she was. Her wonderful scent assailed my nostrils as she leaned over to kiss my forehead.
"Dear Charles. Would you have me stay home all day? It would bore me silly."
From her commanding pose above me, she had the advantage of me, as the sheer presence of the young woman overwhelmed me.
She cocked her head as she ran an index finger down my front to the fly of my trousers. She cupped my wad and looked me in the eye.
"Still nothing? Pity. I was in the mood for a good shag. More's the pity. I shall take a bath and then turn in. No reason to hurry to bed, my darling."
I made two fists as I watched her saunter to the end of the room, all rolling hips and firm assed, and fling open the double doors.
"Have a good night, Lizzy."
She looked over her shoulder and gave me a wry smile, stubbing out her smoke in a hip level ashtray by the door.
"Oh, I shall." She said and then puckered her scarlet lips to send me a goodnight kiss.
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An hour later, I decided to retire too, and managed to get to the foot of the staircase in order to use the chair-lift. The home help had all been dismissed by me a little before Lizzy had come home. Those being, the maid, cook, and butler.
I was not altogether shocked, just disappointed, as I could clearly hear a second voice upstairs as I reached my half way point in my chair, obviously male.
I strained my ears to make out what they were saying to each other.
Lizzy's voice came through loud and clear.
"Oh, that feels good. Oh, my goodness."
The chair reached the top and I hobbled to the semi open door of our bedroom and held my breath.
Despite the fact that it was my wife apparently entertaining another man, I felt like some kind of peeping tom, almost as if I were intruding.
"Right there, yes just like that, right...there!" she said, gasping for breath.
I stuffed my fist in my mouth as I realised the stranger was presumably eating my wife out. What a bitch! Bringing her lover to our bed! Should I intervene? Yeah, and get humiliated.
I put my hand to my balls and I swore I felt some tingling going on. I was stunned. Was the fact that Lizzy cheating on me stirring something in me? There was no way I was getting turned on by this, or was I? I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I knew I was. My cock moved in a horizontal direction for the first time in months.
"Oh, my word. That was incredible," said Lizzy, breathing very heavily. "Now allow me to return the favour."
The sound of movement from within indicated some change in position.
"Good lord! That is huge, Chambers. Put a condom on, quick!"
Chambers! Fucking Chambers! Our live in butler. Bastard!
Lizzy made a low drawn out moan, and in my imagination I saw the bastard settling between my wife's open legs and slipping her his dick.
"Oh yeah. It's so big. Go slowly a while."
I had no idea why I was so turned on. But it was clear that I had a full erection for the first time in ages.
"Oh, My Lady. Your pussy is so tight."
My mind raced with images of them fucking. I could see him in my minds eye ramming in and out with his big cock inside her and her pussy stretching around it.
Boldly, or was that sheepishly? I opened the door a crack and looked inside the dimly lit room.
I had to bite my tongue as I saw the very naked Lizzy straddling Chambers, her bouncing tits looming over his equally nude bulk. Slowly she eased down, her pussy gently sliding over his fat cock to engulf it with those wet lips.
How do I explain that this was the most erotic thing I had ever watched. Another man's cock getting swallowed up by my gorgeous wife.
