"He" and "I" became "We".
Our relationship had no effect on my job at the bank. There, my world was my desk. Alex' desk was the world. He did not even have an office at the bank, on the rare occasions when he was there, he used the boardroom as an office. His job was to be the front man for the bank, all over the world, so I rarely saw him at work.
It was very different away from work, when he was in London, we spent every minute of our free time together. Not just in bed, although there was plenty of that, we were a couple, we did everything together.
About a month after Paris, I was called to Sir Charles' office.
"Please take a seat Clare. Coffee?"
Not bad news then. I sat. I accepted coffee.
"I asked you to come in to have a little chat about you and Alexander. I approve. He has little interest in the day to day running of the bank, but he enjoys gadding about the world. It was not always so, it began when he and Caroline, his ex-wife, were divorced. She took their two boys away to America, to Boston. He missed them very much, as do I. The gallivanting was a substitute.
Some of his deals have earned significant profits for the bank, but he was taking more and more personal risks. Many of his associates are unlikely to be found at a Buckingham Palace garden party.
You have changed that. He now spends more time in the UK and I think that he is very fond of you. I also know that you have independent means, so are unlikely to be interested in him for financial gain.
I'm suggesting nothing. I just wanted you to know that there need be nothing clandestine about your relationship.
Oh yes! And I am promoting you. You will do the same job as now, but you will have a new designation and an increase in salary. Neither Alexander nor I wish to lose you."
About three months after Paris, Alex invited me to spend the weekend at the Copemore family seat in the country. His brother was there, on leave from the army.
The house was quite stunning. The grounds covered hundreds of acres of parkland. I could get used to this!
Alex took me riding, something that I had never done, but turned out to be a natural horsewoman. We stopped by the lake, in the shade of oak trees and made passionate love in the open air. After giving me several orgasms and fucking me twice, he asked me to marry him.
Me, married! It had never crossed my mind. One man? One cock? But I was crazy about him. At that time all I wanted was to be near him. Then again, was I a suitable person to marry into aristocracy? I expressed my reservations.
"I think I love you Alex. I can't be sure because I have not experienced love before, but I can't have children, things that I have done you might not want to hear about and I have been used to changing partners frequently. In fact I have fucked practically every man I have fancied, which number hundreds. I'm not sure that monogamy is for me."
He replied that he already had two children, did not want more. He wanted a fuck-buddy, not a brood mare. He too, had a past that would not impress the Archbishop. As for infidelity in the future, who could say? We would deal with it as it happened.
I noticed that he said, AS it happened, not IF.
I said yes.
Dinner that night was a black tie affair. There were many guests, some of whom I recognised and some I had heard of. Quite a gathering. When the meal was over, Alex stood and tapped his wineglass for order. The crowd grew silent. I knew what was coming and found myself blushing.
"My Lords, Ladies and gentlemen." he announced. "I am delighted to be able to tell you that, this afternoon, I asked Clare to be my wife, and that she has agreed."
After a few moments of silence, the audience applauded. Sir Charles proposed a toast to me and with me squirming in embarrassment, the great and the good of British commerce drank to my health.
Things moved quickly. I had to sign a pre-nuptial agreement, preventing me from inheriting anything, but adding considerably to my growing, virtually untouched fortune. We were married, at the house, a month later. It was a civil ceremony, but I did get to wear a white wedding dress. Alex' two sons flew in from Boston, I got to meet my stepsons! And Alex' mother came to the wedding, from her home in southern France. Even she approved. We spent our wedding night at the house, before flying to New York next day for a short honeymoon.
Then the Copemore Curse struck.
Charles the younger had come over from Norway, his current army posting. On the way back to his unit from the airport, his taxi was hit by a train on a level crossing and he was killed instantly. We spent just one night in New York, flying home as soon as we could.
Sir Charles, Charles senior, never returned to the bank. He died two weeks later. Everyone agreed that despite what it said on the death certificate, he had died of a broken heart. As for me, I had gone from being just Clare, to Lady Clare, to Marchioness, to Duchess, in the space of a few days.
Poor Alex. He had lost his father and his brother and had inherited the responsibility of a title and a bank. Neither of which he wanted. He told me that he intended to sell the bank, or at least to merge it with another. He had no desire to spend the rest of his life in meetings. Our sex life was good, but it had lost the vivacity which characterised it.
It remained that way until a suitable partner was found for the business. A Dutch merchant bank, also long established. It would be a merger, not a takeover. Alex would be a director, but would have no executive powers. I too, was to be a director! We travelled together to The Hague, to sign all the agreements. Now we were free of responsibility, rich, and still young!
Alex had insisted that we stay in Amsterdam.
"The Hague is boring." He declared.
That night in the hotel, the fire and passion of our early days returned. Alex was like a man who had been denied women for years. Fist he licked my cunt until I came twice, then he wanked me to another climax, only stopping when I begged him to put his cock inside me. Once there, he fucked me until I was sore, then soothed the soreness with a fountain of spunk. His cock was still hard. He turned me over and pushed it up my arse, fucking me that way for an even longer time before squirting another generous load of come into by bowels. Finally, he sucked me again, this time in sixty-nine. As I managed one last orgasm, he spurted a few thin dregs down my throat. The next day we slept until noon. He had me wank him off before he would get out of bed. My Alex was back!
We did touristy things all day, before returning to the hotel for dinner. After dinner, and quite late, he took me to;
"A little club that I know."
A sex show in fact. He must have booked our table. The place was quite small and cramped, and full of punters. We had a table front and centre, with probably the best view in the house of the large, sunken stage. More arena than stage. Act one was a female singer. She wore a long, but completely see-through dress and sang what we were told, very sexy songs, just to warm up the audience. Neither of us speak Dutch, so it was wasted on us, but the rest of the audience loved it. Alex and I did not need warming up, he had insinuated his hand up my skirt, down my knickers and had two fingers up my leaking cunt. I, in turn, had fished out his prick, which I wanked gently in time to the music.
Act two was a lesbian show. A young woman, dressed as a waitress with a short black skirt and frilly white blouse, had somehow broken the rules and had to be punished for her sins. Punishment involved a spanking, on her bare arse. Then she had to suck the cunt of her superior before being vigorously fucked with a massive strap-on dildo. During the cunt-suck, Alex leaned close to me and whispered;
"Have you ever tasted pussy?"
"Only my own, as you know." I replied.
Act three was a man on man exhibition. They were dressed in monks habits, which they soon shed and then displayed some very un-ecclesiastical habits. First they sucked each other's cocks, then one bent down to be buggered. We had a clear view of a large stiff cock being rammed forcibly into the welcoming bum-hole of his victim. The bugger-ee also had a large hard prick which at first, waved about as he was sodomised, but then the bugger-er reached around, took hold of it and wanked it as he fucked. It ended with the buggered and wanked monk, shooting spunk impressively, all over the stage. It was, in fact, the only semen seen that evening. Either monk 1 shot it up the arse of his partner or, more likely, faked it. As the actor shot his come out for the benefit of the audience, Alex concentrated his wanking on my clit, and I too, came. Alex the removed his fingers from my knickers, rinsed them in his jenever gin, and drank my health with the resulting cocktail.
"Have you ever tasted cock?" I asked.
To my astonishment, he nodded slowly. He would not be questioned further, and after a short break, the final, star act began.
The house lights snapped off, then came slowly back on. On stage were a handsome black couple. Stark naked, except that she wore high heels. They were both completely hairless, bald heads and bald pubes, which accentuated their nudity. The began to dance a Tango. The Tango is a sexy dance even when fully clothed. This was sensational. They were good at it too. It was fucking, standing up, to music. He very soon became erect, he was enormous, women in the audience gasped at the size of his immense tool, which he showed to advantage in the dance movements. She too was displayed by the dance, when his hands were not sliding over her lithe body, she was pushing her pelvis towards the audience, revealing the pink gash between the dark brown lips of her gaping cunt.
The dance ended with her impaled on that monster cock, her legs firmly around his waist as he paraded her around the audience, showing their coupled parts. He then carried her to a bed in the centre of the stage. I had been so captivated by the show that I had not noticed it. He laid her on her back and began to fuck deep into her. Then he rolled her onto him and fucked with her on top. Finally, he placed her on all fours on the bed and fucked her doggy-style. I was wetting myself. How I wished that it was me being fucked. My loving husband was by my side, but given the chance, I would have jumped at the opportunity to experience the feel of that huge, polished ebony cudgel inside me.
They took their bows, to wild applause. Then the woman addressed the audience. We of course, had no understanding of what she was saying, but most of the audience did, and a buzz went round the room. Then there was a voice from behind us;
