Isobel Meets Lady Mary
After the Reverend John Hardy seduced Lady Mary Grant, the daughter of the local landed aristocracy, his wife Isobel, far from being jealous, was eager to meet and attempt her own seduction of the lovely young woman. She'd seen her in church a few times, admiring her delicate beauty from afar, and knew she was on holiday from Cambridge University in England. It was quite by accident that John had met and seduced Lady Mary, but he assured his equally horny young wife that Lady Mary may well be susceptible to her charms too, and so they laid a plan to lead the lovely Mary further astray if possible.
John judged the time was right after Lady Mary had visited him at the manse for the third time, ostensibly to return the books she had borrowed, and borrow new ones. The real reason for her visits was her growing need for his cock. Having surrendered her virginity, willingly it has to be said, she had found within herself an almost voracious taste for the pleasures to be found between her legs. Quite simply, she couldn't get enough.
Although Lady Mary knew John was married, and had met Isobel on every visit to the manse, with the thoughtlessness of a young 20 year old, she had somehow pushed that to the back of her mind, ignoring it, preferring to concentrate on the pleasures that John's big cock gave her when he undressed her and fucked her over his study desk. Now, sated with pleasure, she sat on the couch in his study, slowly recovering from their latest bout of lovemaking. She had a fine flush of arousal on her porcelain skin, her chest still heaving from the exertions of a few minutes ago. She felt marvellous - her recent discovery of sexual pleasure still new, and a thing of wonder to her. She was day-dreaming, her mind dwelling on the pleasures she had just experienced, when the study door opened, and Isobel came in with a tea-tray for them.
With her clothes still in some disarray, Lady Mary jumped up and turned away, hastily trying to conceal herself from Isobel. However, Isobel came over, and standing behind Mary, put her hands on Mary's shoulders., and spoke quietly in Mary's ear.
'Please don't get yourself upset Lady Mary, I know what's happening and I'm not the slightest bit jealous, everything is fine. Now come and have a nice cup of tea, and maybe some cake,' and rather shame-faced, Mary turned, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, whereupon Isobel reached out, and buttoned up the last remaining buttons in an almost motherly fashion, letting Mary know that it was all perfectly amicable. When Isobel smiled to her she couldn't help but respond, although her embarrassment lingered on. It was a natural reaction, for only minutes before she had been spread-eagled, naked, over John's desk as his big cock, slipped delightfully in and out of her sex.
By this time John was fully dressed, and making some excuse that he had something he must attend to urgently, he left the two women to become further acquainted.
'Now Lady Mary,' Isobel said, 'I want no embarrassment or awkwardness between us. John and I have never been jealous of each other. It's true I am his wife, but I do not own him, and believe it or not, I think it a great compliment to my husband, and to me, when another woman finds him as attractive, as you do.' Lady Mary nodded and assured Isobel that she understood, although truthfully she was still confused by Isobel's generous attitude.
'You see,' Isobel continued by way of further explanation. 'Just like the women of the harem, a subject you have been reading about, I am happy to share him on occasion, with a truly delightful companion. I believe you and I will become even better friends very soon.' Mary nodded, feeling somewhat better as Isobel explained things to her.
'I wondered about the women of the harem when I was reading the book.' Mary said. 'It kept going through my mind; all those hundreds of women, kept in absolute luxury, and yet it must have been a sad existence most of the time. Knowing the pleasures of the flesh, yet constantly having to compete with others for the affection of their husband. I'd hate that,' she finished.
'Oh, I don't know Mary, remember life was very difficult for women back then. Better to be in the harem, starved of affection, than literally starving out on the streets, and let's be realistic now. Women are very resourceful when left to their own devices. I think if they lacked the pleasures and comforts of the flesh, it would have been by their own choice.' Mary looked puzzled.
'But surely no other men, apart from the eunuchs were allowed in the seraglio?' Mary contended.
'True,' Isobel, agreed, 'but even a eunuch has a tongue and fingers if so inclined, but their pleasures, for the most part came not from the eunuchs, but from their fellow inmates of the harem.' Isobel left that statement hanging in the air. Lady Mary was obviously thinking it over.
'You mean?' she stuttered out at last. 'The... the women were...' She looked shocked.
'Exactly, a woman can bring another woman a great deal of pleasure Mary. Have you never thought of it? Have you never had a friend that you liked so much that you welcomed her touch and kisses? Someone you just liked to be near as much as possible. I know most girls do, or have done, or a teacher, an older woman you thought simply wonderful?' As she spoke Mary nodded, beginning to see her past friendships in a different light.
'Yes, but that was different. I never thought of any of them like that... erotically,' she gasped out. 'Never.'
'Yes, but can't you see, if you had been thrown together in an enclosed society where sexual tensions filled the air, how things may have developed differently? Those touches and sisterly kisses may have grown into a deeper love than your innocent young mind may have imagined up until now.'
'Well, yes.' Mary reluctantly agreed. 'Faced with the prospect of rarely, or never knowing such pleasures again, I suppose they may have taken what pleasure and companionship they needed where they could.'
'Exactly,' Isobel confirmed. 'You're a clever young woman Mary. Clever enough to change her stance when confronted with reasoned debate. You've gone up greatly in my estimation.' Mary smiled, flattered by the older woman's attention and praise.
'Yet, I don't think another woman could give as much pleasure as a man in matters of love, could she?' Mary asked uncertainly, looking at Isobel innocently. Isobel said nothing, but smiled. Standing up she moved over behind Mary's chair, and put her hands on Mary's shoulders, and stooping down she began to whisper in Mary's delicate little ear.
'My darling husband tells me you have beautiful breasts Mary, and that they are very sensitive to touch.' Mary once again felt very embarrassed, but yet strangely excited by Isobel's closeness, of course she was doubly susceptible to suggestion and touch due to her very recent sexual arousal at the hands of the minister. 'Now, my darling, just give me a few minutes leave to prove my point,' and with that she slipped her hands down off Mary's shoulders and cupped the large young breasts in her hands, gently squeezing, finding the nipples beneath the fabric.