Lord and Lady Cholmondley at home in Cholmondley Hall.
This story is set in the UK in a mansion on the England and Wales border.
As this is set in the UK, I am using British terminology which differs in some ways from the usual Americanisms used in Literotica, for example the word "suspender belt" instead of "garter belt" and "knickers" instead of "panties", sometimes in a sexual way and also humorous for example when women were allowed to take up positions in the Church of England, previously held exclusively by men, they were referred to as "vicars in knickers", someone in a bad temper had their "knickers in a twist", and so on.
Cells phones are called "mobiles" in the UK.
Cholmondley is pronounced chumley.
Cholmondley Hall
Lord and Lady Cholmondley sat in the library looking out over the lawn, the path led via circuitous route past two ponds and a rockery, to finish at the cottage of their long serving gardener "Robinson".
'What time is Robinson due to receive his bonus?' He continued to concentrate on his newspaper as he spoke.
'Oh, when I'm ready I suppose,' Lady Cholmondley pronounced airily.
'Same way as ever?'
'Yes, I keep thinking, today will be the day he wants to change things around, but.... he never does. What are you doing, the crossword?'
'No, darling, this new thing called "wordle".'
'I've heard of that, how are you getting on?'
'I'm making a list of words with three vowels, for example, "unite and diary", three vowels each.' He sounded triumphant. 'That is if you count the letter "Y" as a vowel.'
'Oh,' after a moment's thought, 'I think I can help, how about untie and dairy?'
Lord Cholmondley lowered his newspaper and looked at her over his glasses, 'very good dear, all three have three vowels,' she looked puzzled and thought, "I only mentioned two, oh well, never mind, maths was never his strong point.
She returned to her crochet work and him to his wordle, when, 'I can hear that wheelbarrow, why doesn't Robinson ever oil the damn thing?'
She knew exactly why, she always knew when he was returning to his cottage on the estate, formerly a gatehouse, 'it's a signal dear, he's telling me he's finished working in the garden and is going for a shower.'
'That's the least I would expect from him, clean hands especially, and his penis, by the way, have you two never heard of a mobile phone?'
'Don't be funny, of course but only you and I know the wheelbarrow signal, mobile phones can be intercepted,' she nodded towards him in a knowing way, just to let you know, I check out his hands and his dick, in fact in a few minutes time he'll be waving it in front of my face.'
'As you see fit, my dear, as you see fit,' and with that she stood upright, and lifted her skirt.
'What do you think?'
He peered closely at her taut suspender straps, the tension of the stocking tops and see-through knickers, 'most adequate my dear, most adequate, are these the set we bought in Prague?'
'Yes, I only wear them for special occasions, and even then, not for very long,' she laughed, and only for you and Robinson,' she added, pulling her knickers to one side, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed.
'I speak on his behalf when I saw we are duly honoured, I see you've trimmed your pussy hair.'
'No, that was Robinson, he told me it was good practice for his topiary.'
His Lordship sighed and unzipped, removing his penis, 'you'd best be on your way but don't be too long or you'll find yourself in a threesome.'
Her eyes lit up and she gave him a big smile and a kiss, letting her skirt fall she left through the french windows and walked to the cottage, the sound of her heels growing quieter until, they stopped altogether.
The path was fifty foot long, but the cottage was only thirty feet away, it wound its way between the two ponds with their water lilies then onto the wall of rhododendrons, the path had a four-foot fall so his lordship could see her all the way until she reached the front door and disappeared into the cottage.
'Welcome, your Ladyship,' Robinson greeted her. He was sat at his computer.
'Looking for porn are we Digby,' she gently chided him, 'in a way I am, the birds and bees but without the birds.
'I'm intrigued,' she admitted, looking puzzled, she leaned forward looking over his shoulder at the computer screen. 'Oh, you're creating a label for this year's honey, how many bottles do you expect?'
'Well, with the three new hives which I've put in the "lavender" meadow I reckon about a thousand.'
She made a mewing sound, impressed, 'where did you learn the apiary skills, was it at agricultural college?'
'No, boarding school.' He spoke with a bluntness that surprised her, they'd been fucking each other for over five years, twice a week or so, that came to five hundred fucks.
She knew better than to ask anything further, she knew he'd been expelled and, in his opinion, unfairly. 'Well, it's proving most useful and lucrative, five pound a jar and the bees do all the work, very profitable.'
He smiled and slapped her on the bottom, 'I actually do some of the work you know,' he was smiling.
'What are the magazines,' she asked noticing them for the first time scattered over the table, 'Gardeners World.'
He laughed, 'they designed to make something grow, but not plants. I'm going for a shower, have a read of them if you want.'
She sat in the large comfortable armchair and flicked through the nearest magazine; it was an old British soft porn mag called Fiesta and featured sections on "Reader's Wives and Reader's Letters" which related the sexual adventures of the wives. The wives were all wearing stockings and suspender belts, the stories were all about "accidental" adventures, such as meeting (unexpectedly) two of the husband's mates in the pub, getting carried away and ending up in a four-way gangbang. Her ladyship began to feel herself become damp and began to fantasise about being a housewife in such a situation, when Digby returned from his shower, 'you're still dressed,' he announced, somewhat surprised, 'I became engrossed and time simply flew by, nevertheless I can remedy that,' and she stood and undid her skirt waist buttons and kicked it off, it flew up and Digby caught it, he looked on admiringly at her nyloned legs.
She looked at his hands as he took over, unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it off her shoulders, he undid her bra and her breasts fell out, they nuzzled against his chest. She held his hands, 'his Lordships instructions, I'm to make sure your hands are scrupulously clean, how do you do it working in the garden all day?'
'I rub Vaseline onto them and place some under my nails.'
'Well, they're immaculate, now the penis.'
'You'll need to sit back down to inspect that properly,' he told her, obediently she sat down as he instructed. His penis was inches away from her face, she held it steady and pretended to inspect it, 'excellent,' and took it into her mouth. She was fascinated by its upturned "banana" shape, running her tongue over the head, moving her mouth back and forth, making slurping sounds, she did this for a good five minutes. 'There, I've made it as hard as I can, anymore and you'll be coming in my mouth and there'll be no second part.'
'No, I suppose not milady,' standing back, he helped her stand up, then led her over to the table.
He was totally naked, she was wearing high heels, he hooked his thumbs in her knickers and pulled them down to mid-thigh, now that he had removed her knickers she bent forward until her nipples touched the cold tabletop, this sent a shiver through her, he stood behind her.
'You'll need to spread a bit more,' he instructed her, 'I can always kick my shoes off,' she offered.
'No need, I'm almost in,' another small shuffle and her pussy and his prick were in position, a quick push and it went straight in.
'Ugh,' she muttered, and Digby smiled, as routine as it was it never lost its magic, there was a few seconds to enjoy the moment then the thrusting began.
She decided to talk to him before she was too far gone, 'Digby, darling, I want you to call me Constance, my christian name,' she added unnecessarily.
'Constance?' He asked, 'as in Constance Chatterley, from the book?'
'Yes, not in all circumstances, just when we're, er, doing something intimate, like now.'
'No problem, mil... er, Constance, how about from the moment you bend over my table to when I've finished?'
'Exactly what I had in mind, Digby, now please carry on, I've had my say.'
