Lady Tara Sinclair relaxed lazily on her soft, white leather sofa as she flicked through her occasional diary. Her husband, Sir James, looked up briefly from his crossword. He smiled as his eyes took in his younger wife's beauty. Lady Tara was dressed in her usual morning attire of light silk wrap-round dress that did little to conceal her near perfect figure. As usual, she was barefoot, and with her legs curled under her as she paged through the diary, Sir James could see her delicately painted toenails that perfectly matched her long, slender fingers.
"Looking for anything in particular, darling?" he asked
"Mmmm, I don't know," his wife replied, "I'm in one of those moods, you know? I woke up feeling horny and the feeling has just grown stronger! You and I both know what I need. I'm just looking through my diary to see if I can find anyone who can provide it!
James knew his wife's moods well. He spoiled her rotten - she always got exactly what she wanted and that included her choice of lovers.
"Perhaps I can help?" he said, closing his newspaper and making to rise from his chair. It had been a while since he had attempted to satisfy his young wife's vociferous sexual appetite, but he was always willing to try.
"That's okay, darling," Tara replied, with a captivating smile, "I know you really prefer to watch. And anyway, I think I'd prefer some rough, working type of man. You know, big muscles, tall and sweaty and, dare I say, a man with a large endowment!"
James laughed as he watched Tara squirm on the sofa a little as the thought of such a man infiltrated her imagination. He could see the outline of her already hard nipples through the thin material of her dress and knew that her sweet, sweet pussy would now be leaking some of her sensuous female nectar.
"You really are a bad little girl!" he joked. "But just looking at you like that, already has my cock hard. If you are sure you don't mind me watching you, then I'm more than happy for you to entertain one of your "friends" this wonderful afternoon!"
"Thank you, my darling. You really do spoil me, but I don't seem to be able to find anyone in my diary that captures my imagination. I think I really need a new friend!"
James thought for a moment before speaking. "What about Dick, our new gardener?" he said, "I've seen the way that you have looked at him since he started with us. Perhaps his name is a refection on his skill with his equipment!"
Tara's deep blue eyes suddenly lit up. Her husband's idea was not a bad one at all, she thought. Dick was young and ruggedly handsome and she had to admit that her panties had become damp on more than one occasion as she had watched him toil in the bright sunshine of their garden. The more she thought about his rough, sinewy body, the more excited she became.
"What an excellent idea, darling," she said, "but let's make it fun shall we and pay him for his "extra" work? Knowing that he will have to do whatever I say will make it much more interesting!
Sir James and Lady Tara were used to getting their own way over most things. Most of the male and some of the female staff were used to their Mistress' sexual demands, and as long as they were paid well, most of them had little objection. Dick Reynolds, however was new to the staff of the large house, and although some of his fellow workers had hinted towards Lady Tara's behaviour, he had thought that most of their whispered comments were in jest. He was faintly surprised then, when Jennings, the old butler, found him working in the garden and informed him that his presence was required in the drawing room.
Sir James had retired to his dressing room. He knew that his wife was correct when she said that he preferred to watch. He was much older than Tara, and found it increasingly difficult to satisfy her large sexual appetite. They had both found far more enjoyment from Tara's lovers; his voyeurism of her involvement always produced wonderfully exciting entertainment for both of them.
Sitting in his favourite chair, he flicked on the bank of CCTV screens that were connected to camera's in the drawing room. His erection was hard between his legs; before he had left Tara to prepare, she had allowed his fingers a brief exploration of her breasts and damp pussy and this had done nothing to reduce the ardour that he felt. As the TV screens flickered into life, he saw his wife in a similar pose to that of earlier as she reclined on the drawing room's expensive velvet sofa. His eyes caught the door opening slowly and, within a few short seconds, Dick Reynolds was standing in front of Tara. James drew deeply on his expensive cigar and, opening the front of his trousers, released his modest penis. He sat back and relaxed. He was looking forward to a good masturbation session.
"Good afternoon, Lady Tara." said Reynolds, politely as he stood before his employer. "You wanted to see me?"
Tara looked at her new gardener with lust in her eyes. He seemed to be only a little younger than herself and the way that his shirt was stained with the sweat of his toil, sent a small shiver up and down her spine.
"Yes, Reynolds," she replied, "You have been with us for a few weeks now and we haven't really had chance to get to know each other yet."
Dick's eyebrows arched as he listened, "yes, ma'am"
"Now normally, I would take my time to..er...make you more comfortable, but, to be honest, I believe that you have something that I really need right now!"
"Ma'am?" repeated Reynolds again.