Sir Fredric saw the terrible pain she was feeling. Torn in two directions….he had to help her. For once since the accident he was forgetting his own troubles long enough to think of this magnificent woman whom he loved for so long. Someone he must let go before it was too late for both of them. Ainslie’s presence had given him the courage ….. And the excuse….he’d been searching for.
“Fredric,” she said. “Please …..It isn’t because of you, I promise. Of course I don’t intend to cheat the colonel or any other elders, for that matter.” She looked away from him. “But simply can’t get away now. The timing is all wrong.”
“It’s a shame, because the colonel said that he has made another appointment for you with another elder, a plantation owner in the hill country, it will be a three day trip, at least see what you can do for this new elder.” Fredric said coldly.
Margarita squared her shoulders. “Fredric, I won’t let the colonel or the new elder down. I’ll go to see this elder, but I just can’t go to London.”
She was not budging. Fredric allowed his voice to slide into sarcasm. In a taunting, accusing tone, he said, “What are you really afraid of, Margarita? That I’ll kill myself once you are gone for a few days? Or that I won’t be able to manage things without your pretty face around to remind me life is worth living. Is that it?” He wheeled his chair over closer to her before he continued. “Or is it you’re afraid you’ll meet a complete man and maybe feel like a woman again instead of a full-time baby-sitter to a piece of vegetable?”
Margarita’s cry was torn from the deepest part of her soul. “Fredric, how can you be so cruel?”
“I’m no crueler to you than you are to yourself.” Fredric said looking straight into her eyes.
Willing Hearts
The Duchess met Duke Ainslie the next day to make arrangements for her trip to the hill country. One look at her, Ainslie realized that Margarita was upset. Mounted on a steed across an open field, Margarita was in a pensive mood, she hardly spoke, and if and when she spoke it was in mono syllables.
“Hey Margarita! What’s eating you, you have hardly spoken ten words to me, is something bothering you?......want to talk about it?” Ainslie questioned her. Margarita paused before answering, finding to her surprise she was tempted to confide in someone. After keeping everything bottled up for such a long time, it seemed she suddenly needed to talk.
Maybe a man could help her understand Fredric’s attitude, but she couldn’t talk to Ainslie about it. Her smile had a tinge of sadness that did not go unnoticed by the Duke.
“I’d like to, Ainslie, but no, I don’t think so.”
The Duke looked at her for a long moment, and then he said, “Business aside, I thought we were friends, Margarita friends can talk to one another or are you afraid I have some ulterior motives?”
“I’ll admit that, I’m just not ready to discuss it yet. I don’t quite understand the problem myself.” She told him.
“You will never, unless you talk about it. Fredric is a man and I’m a man, I might be able to give you a little manly advice.”
The Duchess was flustered. How could Ainslie have concluded the problem was Fredric? “Am I that transparent, Ainslie? I could have meant a rough week of work, you know.”
“No way, Margarita, whom are you trying to kid?” he said. “If it was a business problem, you would have simply gone into it like a bull in a china shop. We are two of a kind in that regard. No, you’re really upset and that means it’s personal.” Ainslie dismounted from his horse, got to his feet. “I’ll tell you what….first we’ll have lunch, at my secret cave and talk.”
The Duchess, too, dismounted and led her steed and Ainslie took her arm. The Duchess no longer had the energy to resist. “I am completely in your hands kind sir.”
At the secret cave Ainslie kept the conversation light and impersonal and Margarita found herself relaxing. They then had their lunch and she mused that if things were different, the situation would have been like a dream. Beautiful surroundings, glorious food, and an attentive man by her side. Margarita’s hunger for sex was slowly but surely taking its toll.
After lunch the Duchess reclined on the soft pallet and closed her eyes as Ainslie asked her if she was ready to talk about what was troubling her, she didn’t hesitate. Margarita was amazed at how calm her voice sounded, how easily she opened up, in all respect, letting go years of pain, frustration, confusion, and guilt. She confessed to him everything, sparing neither Fredric nor herself.
The Duke listened without interruption. When she had finished. Margarita sank back exhausted, but feeling slightly wet down under. Ainslie was silent, his handsome face set in deep concentration. For a quick second the Duchess feared she’d made a mistake, that he was regretting inviting such personal revelations.
“Your husband is an extra ordinary man, Margarita,” his voice was remote, as if he was speaking to himself.
She was not really sure she’d heard him right. Was he being sarcastic? Sympathetic? Complimentary?
“Not the kind of talk you expected to hear from me, is it Margarita?”
“I…..I’m not sure, I mean, I don’t know what you really mean.”
“It’s not what I really wanted to say but then I just couldn’t help it, you see Margarita, we are not kids any more…..I think my attraction to you has been quite obvious. Naturally I’ve thought about you and your marriage these past years….I thought I had it all worked out.” He paused and looked at her. “I had a strong feeling that you were attracted to me, as well, even though you never encouraged me. Except for your impulsive fling the other night. The attraction was always there and I could only think of one solid reason you denied it. The answer had to be your husband. I thought that was why he kept you.” He shook his head. “No Margarita.” He said. “I must declare that I was sadly mistaken, now I see just how unselfish he is trying to be…..for both of you.”
Tears stung Margarita’s eyes. What was so unselfish in the cruel way Fredric had treated her?
“Just what are you trying to tell me?” the Duchess questioned him.
“What I intend telling you is that, as a man I really understand why he behaved as he did. And I am going to try to make you understand his motives,”
“You’re going to make me understand? All of a sudden you’re an expert on my husband’s motives?”
The Duke’s response was gentle. “Margarita, listen to me. Fredric had to be cruel. It was the only way to make you face the situation…..to start living again. You wrongly blamed yourself for his accident and you crawled right into that wheelchair with him. Fredric knows that, he is my cousin and I think I understand him well….that is why he….”
“Fredric thinks I’ve been acting like a martyr! He has ended our marriage! It’s over; I don’t have to understand anything!”
“No, Fredric has accepted what is inevitable, and so must you. You have to start living again.”
“I don’t understand what in heaven’s name he is up to.” She said closing her face with her hands and crying.
Duke Ainslie, parked himself by her side and put his arms around her to console her. Margarita leaned against his chest. As the Duke cradled her in his arms the Duchess moaned and closed her eyes. The Duke leaned and placed his mouth on her lips.
“Uummmh,” she moaned and grabbed his head and started kissing all over his face. Ainslie was wondering whether she was moaning because she was feeling sorry or in ecstasy. Ainslie kissed her lips hard with passion and started chewing her lips gently. The Duchess responded by twirling her tongue inside the Duke’s mouth.
Kissing her pert little mouth the Duke slid his hands to her breasts and caressed her. He felt her soft breasts suddenly harden. With gentle care the Duke undressed the Duchess and she on her part willingly helped him. He then caressed her smooth skinned rounded breasts once more and her cherry pink nipples immediately turned red and pouted at him invitingly.
He clipped her nipples slowly and as he did so Mar
garita slipped her hands to his crotch and searched for his manly tool of sex and felt his hardened shaft. Unable to get it out of his breeches with one hand she fumbled egoistically, used both hands and managed to pop the Duke’s penis out of his breeches.
She cupped his weapon and started stroking it very gently. Ainslie withdrew his hand from her breasts slid back slightly and placed his mouth on her succulent apples, that looked so ripe and started to lick and suck them alternately. The Duchess was getting her preliminary round of orgasm by wetting her thighs with her juices.
From her succulent ripe apples he moved down to her hot cross bun. The Duke got his love bug to spread her legs and groped with her pulsing clitoris. As he sent his fingers into her clitoris, he felt it considerably moist with her clitoral juices.
His fingers moved in and out of her clitoris with ease and he found her whole body convulse in pure ecstasy. She arched her back and let him probe her deeper.
“Oh, God, Ooooh, I think I’m Cumming,” she moaned and squirted her juice, wetting his hand. She leaned forward grabbed the Duke’s head and guided it to her clitoris.
When it came to erotic sex, even nobles went crazy; after all they too were human. The Duke took pleasure in licking and sucking her moist vagina till the Duchess experienced a couple of more orgasms. She then pushed him back and grabbed his erect penis and sucked it with extreme joy.
The Duke too was getting high with his orgasm. He pushed The Duchess back, raised her legs and made her rest her calves on his shoulders as he knelt by her voluptuous naked buttocks. With her legs high, he had her vagina well positioned for penetration. He entered her with ease as her clitoris immediately contracted and squeezed his driving shaft sending the Duke over the moon.
He entered her at leisure and the Duchess was experiencing repeated orgasms, “I’m Cumming, my Lord, I’m Cumming……Oooooh.” She moaned and squirted her warm stored up fluid.
“I’m Cumming too, my dear.” The Duke groaned and climaxed and emptied his noble milky nectar deep into the Duchess vagina.
Their clandestine love making did not end here, they met each other several times thereafter at different places. The remarkable thing about their sordid affair was that Sir Fredric, began to suspect that his wife was consorting with his cousin, Duke Ainslie and very surprisingly he was pleased about it though he did not express it.
Sir Fredric noticed a strange change in his wife, she was more outgoing and exuberant in many ways, she had certainly put on more color. It was precisely what Sir Fredric anticipated to happen. Things were falling into place just as he wanted.
Undaunted with what was happening around him, he gave the Duchess free rein to do things as she pleased. It was on one such occasion that the Duchess and her secret lover had met at the farm. While the Duchess was browsing through some accounts she glanced at the Duke, her lashes fluttering. There was a frightening alertness in the way he was looking at her.
His glance went over her face, the rich luxuriance of her hair, the soft color of her eyes. He didn’t stop there. His glance travelled down her slender neck, to the shadowed hollow between her breasts, to which the silk of her top clung seductively, then on to the narrow waist and long slim legs before reversing upwards again.
The sensation she had felt before began to stir, building up to a frightening turbulence everywhere his eyes touched. Scarcely knowing what she was doing, Margarita began very carefully easing herself from her chair, measuring the distance to the door in her mind’s eye while wondering if she could move as swiftly as she wanted to.
“Margarita!” She wasn’t aware he moved too, until he was suddenly between herself and the door. His voice came deceptively low. “Were you going somewhere?”
“I was thinking of going home,” she tried to speak calmly as his hands gripped her elbows, bringing her close to him. The unhurried movement of his mouth teasing her ear and cheek made her melt inside. Her heart began to race as he turned her head a little and kissed her lips.
It wasn’t diplomatic to fight, not with so much at stake, but she couldn’t help it. What if her maid happened to walk in? Panting she realized that though she had managed to free her mouth, he still held her. His mocking laughter froze her.
“You can struggle all you will, but if you’re sensible you won’t.”
“What if the mid walks in here? What is it you really want, Ainslie?”
“Nothing you don’t want to give willingly,” he taunted.
“Oh, for God’s sake lock the door before someone could barge in.” she said. “Please Ainslie.”
As his hard, arousing kiss seared through her and his arms crushed her against the whipcord strength of his body. His lips were hot and searching and she became totally confused, lost in a world where only sensation mattered and her inhibitions steadily disappeared beneath his expertise.
She sagged against him, all the resistance knocked out of her, as his hands came slowly across her rib-cage to find her bare breasts. He stroked them gently until wave after wave of heart stopping excitement began hitting her and she scarcely dared breathe for fear he might stop.
Shedding their dresses, they hurriedly clung to each other once again. “Margarita,” he groaned against her succulent breast. “I want you, I want you now.”
“Yes,” she quivered beneath his hard erection as he entered her.
“I want to make love to you until you don’t care what I do to you, or what you’re doing.” The thickness of his voice blurred in her ears as, once more, he penetrated her, holding her tightly, making her aware, even in her innocence, of his overwhelming need of her.
Having accomplished a blissful session of sex, The Duke and Duchess rode back to the manor and found a hurriedly scribbled note awaiting them.
It read ‘I wish the two of you all the best, May the Lord bless you with years and years of happiness---- with love and Blessings----Sir Fredric.’ P.S. by the time you read this I will be miles and miles away from you, so don’t try to trace me. The End
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