Free Lady Waverly's Lovers by Jess Michaels

 
 
 
The Country Party

     
    June 13, 1812
    The time of year that thrills me like no other is upon us again. The time that Christopher and I host our annual country escape. The weeks leading up to the event are always the best of times for me. Choosing our guests. Picturing the entanglements they will find during the short time they are ‘joined’ with us, so to speak. Doing these things brings me to a level of arousal that even Christopher can barely slake.
    This afternoon, I read over our final lists of guests. How I throbbed as I looked at those names. Pictured the lords and ladies who would be with us by tomorrow at this time. I could scarce contain myself. I lifted my skirts, letting my hands stroke over my thighs as I fantasized about the upcoming events.
    In London we have our pleasures, of course. There are many to be found in a city that masquerades as proper, but is really full of sin and debauchery. But what we do there is nothing like the freedom of our yearly soiree. In London, one must be wary of whom one propositions. One must be aware of the eyes that are always watching, waiting to judge and destroy if they find the right ammunition. But for this one short time a year, all that fades away. Leaving only those who we carefully pick to join us.
    My eyes seek the list again. Lord Osgood’s name is there, who likes to watch, who likes to take in public. When I picture his broad chest, his big hands… I cannot help but push my skirts up even higher and am greeted by a blast of heat coming off my wet pussy. Would he watch as my husband took me? Or would he want to have me over a chair in my dining room as the evening’s entertainment for our hungry guests?
    Then there is Quintin Uppington. A well respected man in society, but few know his secret. That he prefers not only the company of women in his well-used bed, but men, as well. I admit that the idea titillates me. And I have the perfect plan to sample both his tastes at once. My clit throbs as I imagine the forbidden pleasures to be found there.
    Little Diana Davinport will join our group for the first time this year. Though she is seemingly innocent and very much unfulfilled by her husband, my conversations with her have revealed a curious and passionate nature behind her innocent blonde hair and wide blue eyes. I know she has had at least one affair since her marriage and I have a feeling that our party will awaken the wanton in her even further. Christopher will much enjoy assisting in that awakening and I hope to watch it all, unfettered, from the secret observatory in our bed chamber. Her initial resistance, his sleek seduction will be a thing to behold, I am certain.
    Christopher’s breath stirs my neck and his hand is suddenly covering mine as I let my fingers finally dance across my suddenly aching clit.
    “Preparing for our guests, I see,” he whispers, his tongue so hot and wet against my ear. He presses down on my hand, pushing my fingertips into my hot, clenching pussy and making me moan out loud at the delicate invasion. “Will you give me a preview of what is to…” His eyes sparkle as he strokes over my slit, smoothing my folds away to bear me to our combined touch. “ Come .”
    I smile. I cannot help it as I look up at my handsome husband. I will play for a short while and I will watch as he does the same. But after it is over, I will wake every morning in his arms.
    “With pleasure, Lord Waverly,” I murmur as I reach up to stroke the hard cock that is pushing against his breeches just inches from my face. Seeing that rigid outline makes my body grow even wetter. I hear the faint pop of my fingers as I pull them from my pussy. They shine in the sunlight as I unfastened his trousers and pull them around his hips.
    His thick, hard cock springs free and Christopher lets out a harsh moan.
    “So tell me, my love,” I whisper as I wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke him from base to head. “You have seen my list of guests. But