Candi looked at me and looked aghast. She turned her head sideways as if she was checking to see if I wasn’t teasing her. She smiled and I think I c...uld tell she was mulling over my game. She giggled and I sensed she liked the naughtiness of my game. “Well?” I said and waited for her answer.“Well what?” she giggled.“Want to Play?” I teased. She looked at me and swallowed hard. She was thinking hard and her face went red. She was blushing and I could have cum right there.“I want…OK,” she. I think he knew I was getting more and more awake with each soft and sensual kiss. Progressing up my thigh with his tender butterfly kisses, I moaned, I was about to orgasm, something I hadn’t done in a long time. I moved my right leg out now, it looked like it had had an argument with my left leg. They could not have been further apart. I sensed his hot breath on the inner flesh of my thigh, and his scratchy overnight stubble, but it was scratchy in a good way, not hard like when he had just. "He is Alfred, Viscount Standing. My lover. See it is all quite civilized."Thus was my life, living at Chetford House with a husband who wasn't a husband, and another husband who wasn't a husband who nonetheless gave me more of love and tenderness than most husbands would offer their wives. I birthed four children, all of them by Rupert. Danbury the eldest was a model that shamed Dashwood. He worked hard at his studies, he was keen to understand how the estate worked and what crops should be. Now she moaned. John went deeper, until she pulled his wrist away, and forced his finger into his own mouth. He sucked her juices clean, and Lisa smiled devilishly. She released his writs and pulled the front of his pants down, freeing his cock at last. The head brushed her middrift and left a trail of precum along her night wear. She giggled as she took his cock full in hand and pulled from base to tip. John returned his hand between her legs. This time two fingers forced their way deep, deep.