(Those readers who have read
Lady Belinda
will know how she lost her virginity in a rape whilst at college by Oxford undergraduates and how her interest in sex was rekindled by Johnnie, a theatre director, in the back of her Merc. Her friend Lois had confessed her interest in the guy and Bel decided to do her a favour.)
Belinda couldn't remember when she first fancied studying and fondling the body of her friend, Lois. Certainly, Lois is very beautiful – almost too beautiful, in a way. With a perfect oval face, large turquoise eyes, she closely resembled Audrey Hepburn's look of pure innocence, a flawless skin and bone structure. Excellent figure. Belinda herself was not exactly plain, but her pale looks were more down-to-earth. A blonde version of Nigella Lawson, perhaps. Her face was rather more square, with eyes a moist pale brown, her nose a tad too long, with a wide mouth and fairly thin lips. She had a smooth skin, a good figure, and always dressed elegantly, though sensibly, but Lois always managed to look like a model. Tall, slender and stylish.
In fact Lois really was a model in her way. She was a dress designer of some merit and, several years earlier, had been commissioned by Belinda to design her wedding dress. She now ran a very successful design house, dressing many of the aristocracy. Of course, being chosen by Belinda, the future Duchess, for her wedding outfit had given her seal of approval and introduced her to many other high society clients. Lois had done well out of it. The sumptuous city apartment they were now sitting in was evidence of that.
It was during that period of seemingly unending fittings that the two women had become close friends, and Lois became Belinda's confidante, a relationship that had lasted. Lois discovered that the future Duchess was a normal woman with normal, naughty feminine interests. Other society friends were part of the circle, all of whom indulged in their passion for the stage by becoming members of the local theatre group. Indeed, Penny had been a professional actor until she married a very wealthy twit, whilst Jean was a college friend who now controlled her own family estate. They all loved to tittle-tattle about other people and men in particular. As secretary of the theatre group, Belinda heard much gossip.
There had never been any physical relationships between the women, though they shared a feminine interest in things sexual. For Belinda, fancying Lois wasn't a feeling that had suddenly come over her. Not at all. It had crept up on her but it was only now, when she looked across the coffee table at her friend, chatting about a mutual friend, Johnnie, that she found herself wondering what a lover she might make. She studied Lois's sensuous mouth with lips that seemed to be begging to be kissed, her mysterious eyes and flawless skin. Would her vulva reflect her facial qualities? She had often wondered in a casual way. There had never been any sexual pull between them, though they shared their sexual intimacies.
Of course, during fittings of intimate clothing, Lois had touched Belinda's body in several private places, with a suggestion of sensuality at times, Belinda thought, but all in the line of professional work. There was no question of getting turned on. Lois knew a lot about her client's figure.
In fact, Belinda had a low sex drive. Not that this had always been so, but in the last few years other interests had taken precedence. Her husband, the Duke, had married her for her elegant beauty and social standing more than anything else, and certainly sex between them had not been too satisfactory. John had a whopping big cock for a start, which did not suit Belinda at all. Some women claimed size was everything. But not Belinda. It hurt during intercourse.
She was not a virgin when she married. She had been raped whilst at college in Oxford by a couple of undergraduates, which left her with little respect for the male sex. Her wedding night was uncomfortable, spent trying to keep her husband's monster cock from full penetration. On the occasion that she failed, with his enthusiastic thrusting, he had torn her fourchette. It was very painful and took some time to heal! But she was already pregnant and used that as an excuse for abstinence.
After their son and heir was born, the Duke was discouraged from having intercourse with her, and encouraged to find his sexual satisfaction elsewhere. Belinda contented herself with occasional masturbation when the need arose. But now in her late thirties, she was aware of a growing interest in sexual matters. She was masturbating more than usual and found herself looking at men with a heightened sexual curiosity.
Right now, Lois was telling Belinda how jealous she was when she heard the details of Belinda's lovemaking with Johnnie. Belinda had known for some time that Lois had fancied Johnnie, so lost no time in sharing her experience with her. In fact it was their friend Jean who had first whetted Belinda's appetite for him, telling her that he had claimed to have made love to all the eligible women in the theatrical group. Well, he hadn't approached Lois, nor had he even made a pass at Belinda, much to her dismay, so she determined to do the reverse. And she did! It was a really memorable adventure ending with an out-of-this-world orgasm to complete the renewal of her interest in sexual activity. She realised what she had been missing all these years!
Perhaps it was the talk of seducing Johnnie that brought the possibility of caressing Lois's body into Belinda's mind. It was true that she had shared with Lois details of her love making with Johnnie. In fact, it was she who had engineered the encounter on the back seat of her Mercedes, during an after-show party in the large house of the group's chairman. Fully aware that it was the chairman, amongst several others, whose ambition was to get into Belinda's knickers, it was Johnnie who actually did. It was Belinda who had put him there. She thought it would be very sexy indeed, to place that same cock into Lois' welcoming vagina. So she set to work to arrange the event.
'I started by letting Johnnie grope me whilst sitting on the arm of his chair. It was so thrilling, with all those others around.'
'Grope? You mean between the legs?'
'Of course! Where else?'
'That's not very becoming of a Duchess, behaving like a common slut.'
'Don't you believe it! We can all be sluts deep down! Don't you agree? Even a Royal Princess can let a footballer score between her goal posts, and have a polo player ride her bareback. She really was a royal slut! Couldn't get enough cock, I was told – in confidence of course!'
'And all over the tabloids!'
'Exactly! So I can perform with a theatre director, can't I? A handsome one at that! Discreetly! Anyway, no one would possibly imagine it of me would they? The duchess having her soaking wet pussy groped in public!'
'God, no! You are the image of uprightness - staidness and charm personified!'
'That's the public image expected of me. I do have a lot of public engagements to perform darling. It would never do for them to snigger behind my back at these dos.'
'No, of course not, darling! But you mean nobody noticed? Him with his hand up your dress. Not very chic, my dear. Where was his wife, anyway?'
