The Duke of Ridgeley was married to the most beautiful woman in all of London. Ginger Hamilton-Northleigh, the Duchess of Ridgeley, although beautiful... was in very fragile health and had been pregnant, the last Heather heard. ‘Where is your wife, sir?’ Cameron’s features hardened. ‘She has run off with her lover — that joke of a French count. The father of the baby I had thought was mine.’ Heather was sorry she had asked. ‘I am sorry, sir. I did not know. Forgive me for asking.’ He smiled. Master William as myHusband? Oh fuck that's horrid..."You seem shocked?" he says coldly. "Have you perhaps realised theimmorality of your actions?" The what?" I gasp, feeling increasingly uncomfortable at the unblinkinglook he gives me."Kissing a man in public, and he's not even your husband?" His eyes seemeven more prominent. "What does that make you? Hmm?"I shrink back a little on my stool, it should be impossible to make'hmm' sound threatening, but he does. "A.. slut?" Exactly!" he says face. “Ahh!” I yelped as my body spasmed. A few more delightful shudders worked through me as I leaned back, recovering from the minor unexpected orgasm. My cream slicked ass slid languidly down his thighs and onto the floor. He winced slightly as the motion pinched his steel rod temporarily downward between his legs. I looked up from the carpet with a perverse smile and took hold of his member. I worked it up and down with wet twisting strokes, lubricating it with the juices I'd left in his lap. It. You are my cuckold husband and you will not be told what goes on.I was excited about how she was behaving. We pulled up to the address she had written down. The building had no sign just an address. I tried the door but it was locked. Then as we was about to walk away a voice came over the small speaker next to the door. NAME PLEASE. My wife pushed me aside and said her name. In a second the door buzzed and we entered. Once inside we saw a window with frosted glass. A ladies voice said please.