Free Belonging Part III by J. S. Wilder

brunch. She has her three meals with her new slim figure, she doesn’t want it to change.  She worked hard with Peter to get to a size twelve. I still can’t believe the chubby housemaid is a sexy diva these days. As I make my way to the top of the stairs some maids greet me and smile weakly. I return their greeting with a half-smile of my own and open the door and hold my breath as I see his face. He’s wearing his deep blue suit and white shirt. He looks rested unlike before and he’s had a shower. His eye has healed up a little bit. I can hardly tell that a few hours ago he was in a fight. I rush over to him and at first he resists and then he gently presses his lips against mine.
    There’s only one word I can think to say and that is, “Sorry.”
    He brushes his hands against my face and holds me in close. He hugs me like we’ve been reunited for the first time.
    “Can we go back?” I whisper in his ear.
    “What?” he pushes me away to see if I’m serious. I fucked up and I want another chance. He owes me that. I had been toyed with. Shit, I’m not used to this world.
    “I want to learn, I want you to show me.”
    He nods and replies, “Next weekend maybe, I’m exhausted now. Let’s eat.”
    My eyes dart across the table and I realise that Betty isn’t there. We’re alone.
    “Outside?”
    “Sorry?”
    “I want to eat on the decking outside.” I need fresh air. Not be cooped up in this room. Not now. I peeped out of the window when I came up the stairs and for once the British summertime is actually hot and I want to take full advantage of it. I’m wearing my cream crossed summer dress with my breasts partially exposed and my hair tied up in a bun.
    He comes behind me as I make my way out of the door and says, “You look so hot in that dress, I could fuck you right here and now.”
    I whisper back, “Why don’t you?”
    While Michelle takes the rest of our food outside for us to eat, he yanks down his trousers and lifts up my dress, shocked to discover that I have no underwear on. As he gasps and grabs my arse. 
    “Someone, came prepared,” he whispers and he starts to rub his erection against my leg.
    My pussy starts to drip anticipating his cock, which he thrusts inside of me. This time out of desire and with each thrust he claims how much he loves me and I return the same longings to him.  It doesn’t take long for both of us to cum. I hug him and beg for his forgiveness as his cock withers and returns to its normal length.
    “I love you. Forgive me.”
    “You were forgiven the moment I sat next to you on the way back home.”
    “I don’t want to live here anymore.” I know that being under this roof and in this house, the one he shared with her is making me feel like this. It was her family home and visions of her walking down the stairs are playing tricks on my mind.
    “You won’t have to for much longer. Let’s have brunch and talk.” He returns my kiss and holds my hand. We stroll outside to eat like lovers. Betty has some relatives in Scotland and has decided to spend the summer visiting them. Roy thought it was best that he and I spent some quality time alone together.
    He explained about his rivalry with Hudson in more detail. I’m still unclear if my seat on the plane was by accident, but Roy concluded that with Hudson it was more likely on purpose. Finally, he told me the truth. They are brothers. Roy was brought up by his father, wealthy and prestigious. Hudson had been brought up by his mother, denied the rich life that Roy had received.
    It was a rivalry of siblings. Hudson’s mother had been manipulated from day one by Mr Sparks. She was his secretary and they had a brief affair.  He had made sure that the truth was never revealed. Every time she tried to sue him or at least get support from him, he made sure that she lost her job or had to find a new place to live. He had an affair and knew that if his wife found out he would be divorced. He couldn’t afford