Authors Note: This is not strictly a loving wives story (Unless we include widows), but in tone it is much closer to one than anything else.
Contains: Elements of Non-consent/Reluctance, Voyeurism, MFM, MF and FF and Lesbian Domination.
If you don't enjoy these sorts of stories, here is your chance to leave.
The rest of you perverts enjoy...
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John Taylor couldn't help but feel nervous as he and his family approached the large mansion's imposing gates. At eighteen the raven-haired teen knew he had nothing to ashamed of, he was well dressed, a high achiever like the rest of his family. His six foot two height, boyish good looks and not inconsiderable intelligence meant he could fit in to just about any social situation comfortably. It was just that this out of the blue dinner invitation to his firmly middle class family by these wealthy aristocrats seemed very unusual. They had only accepted on account of the fact that they didn't want to upset the family that, according to the grave pine, essentially owned this small town. His family had only moved here last month and didn't want to unintentionally make any enemies by appearing discourteous and refusing the peculiar invitation.
To that end his whole family was dressed to the nines, with him in a smart suit ensemble, and his mother and sister in open back black cocktail dresses that complimented their own long black hair. His two female family members looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. He couldn't deny that they were undoubtedly an attractive pair. He supposed he could only thank good genes for their family's almost distinctively regal bearing. He was sure it was the contrast of pale skin and dark hair that seemed to lend them that exoticism in the typically blonde hair and tanned skin of the rural town.
He was roused from his thoughts as he felt a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder from his mother as she seemed to pick up on his uncomfortable vibes. For her own part Lisa was trying to hide her own disquiet. From what she knew the Aristocratic Abigail Williams had been widowed early on in her marriage, but had two boys and one girl who were about her own children's age. Perhaps this meal was an attempt to foster solidarity for a new family in the community? Lisa didn't know if it was normal in small towns, but it didn't seem outside the realm of possibility. Either way, she knew it was a good opportunity to make some friends who 'knew people'.
Despite being a semi-professional Lacrosse player for a very short stint in her youth, but she had retired after the accidental birth of her daughter and had been a happily married housewife since then. With the death of her husband she was hoping to find some full time work to fill the void his death had left in her plans for after the kid's left home. The move had really been to escape the grief and memories of their old home, and her children had decided to stick with her rather than let her wallow in grief alone. Lisa really had no interest in dating again even if she was still relatively young for a woman with two adult children, but aside from keeping herself in shape out of habit, she knew she had few marketable skills. She was still a very attractive woman though, and she wasn't above using that to aid in finding a secretarial role. It would only be fair recompense for being hit on at all moments of the day, by men (and the occasional woman).
Sarah for her part was more worried about her mother's and younger brother's wellbeing then any social faux pas she may accidentally bring about. The twenty one year old was a smart woman and had always been the mature one in her family, and they needed that now more than ever with her father gone. She had been known as the ice queen in high school and college because of those same attributes. She had only ever had one boyfriend in high school, and after dating for a number of months they had mutually lost their virginity to each other, which had been as uncomfortable and jerky as only two people losing their virginity can be. After hearing him later brag about 'tapping the hottest piece of ass in school' she had decided to completely abstain from dating and focus on her studies until such time that her peer reached her own 'maturity level'. Until such time, most of her social interactions were with her younger brother whom she adored. She honestly felt ridiculous in this 'fuck me' dress as she had dubbed it in her mind, but her mother and brother wanted to put in a good impression so acquiesced to their request. She knew she would have to put up with the William's boys glancing at her chest for the evening.
The group froze for a moment at the door before it opened without prompting. The first thing to hit them was the smell. The air inside was heavy with incense, it wasn't unpleasant, the exact opposite. The incense just seemed all pervading as it washed over them, John for his part felt a tingling in his balls that grew with each breath, he didn't know it but his mother and sister were similarly afflicted by this growing sensation of need. After a moment of confusion the Taylors managed to get a hold of themselves identify their hosts in the welcoming hall.
The smiling Abigail Williams was almost a carbon copy of John's own mother, except that where his own mother had black hair and a luminescent pale skin, Abigail had golden blonde hair and glowing tanned skin. She was smiling at the group as she welcomed them each in turn, but if John didn't know better than he might have thought that he saw a flash of something in those blue eyes when they moved over him.
Sarah for her part had immediately noticed that behind Abigail stood two males about John's age who were both identical and blatantly attractive young men. They both had golden locks that fell about their face, deep blue eyes and a well-formed physique. She normally would have noticed them, admired them for about a second, and then dismissed them completely. In this case the subtle ache that had started in her vagina and breasts compelled her to keep glancing at them. It was made even worse by the fact that they had obviously noticed her interest and were smugly looking her over as well. The conflicting emotions just made her want to pound their faces in. She contented herself by moving closer to her younger brother, taking solace in his familiar comfort. She put her sudden flush and light sweat down to a simple case of sudden nerves.
The final one the Taylors saw was a pixy faced girl who must have been the youngest Williams family member. She was a tomboyish looking girl who seemed to be staring intently at Lisa. John figured that she was an athlete from the girls toned streamlined form, so she was probably a fan of his mother's from back when she was a Lacrosse player. It didn't happen often, but it did occur once in a blue moon, especially in female athletes. The way she was practically beaming was slightly unsettling though. It didn't seem quite right on such an innocent face. He couldn't quite point out why though, and dismissed it as him simply being nervous. It wouldn't be the first time he had gotten a little wound up over a cute girl.
Abigail spoke with a clear aristocratic lilt, "Welcome to our humble abode, I'm so glad you could make it."
Lisa responded as politely as possible, "It's nice to be here. I must admit that with us being new to town, it was nice for someone to reach out to say hello."
Abigail waved a hand nonchalantly, "Nonsense, I understand how hard it can be to lose a loved one and come to a new place. It was only right that we welcome you to town."