“By Jove, she really is super. So glad I made the trip,” said the youngish man with the posh voice as he admired my pride and joy – a 1962 E-type Jaguar. Regrettably I had to sell her as I was moving jobs - to a flat without a decent garage. We went for brief spin and my potential buyer was hooked. He gave me a cheque for the asking price and said he would return to collect the car once the cheque had been cleared. He gave me his card and I was impressed to see “Captain, the Honourable Reginald Fontaine-Broome” – with an address in the country. A week later he called me and we agreed a date for collection; whilst on the phone he offered me a visit to his home to see his other “old bangers” as he put it. I leapt at the chance and he agreed to take me home for an overnight’s stay when he collected the Jag. It was a fine day for the drive westwards and my eyes widened when I saw the size of the Fontaine-Broome mansion. We parked on the gravel drive and he ushered me in doors, meeting a very attractive lady in the Hall. “My wife, Ros - meet David” he said by way of a noticeably brief introduction. I couldn’t help looking admiringly at the magnificent legs and shapely figure of the lady of the house. I think she noticed, for she gave me a charming smile and walked away with an exaggerated swing of her hips. Reg took me upstairs and showed me my bedroom, “Come down when you’re ready and I’ll show you the children” Mystified, I went down and he led me out to a large stable block – not full of horses but another six vintage & classic cars. We spent the next two hours looking at them and driving one or two around the extensive grounds. We all met for drinks before dinner; Ros was attired in a silk skirt & an almost indecently low-cut transparent blouse that showed her bra & a rather inviting cleavage. We sat down – three of us around a table suitable for twelve, served by an elderly lady from the village – and it was soon apparent that Ros did not share her husband’s love of old cars; in fact she tried everything to void talking on the subject. During the meal she quizzed me closely about my life and showed a rather unnatural interest when I told her I was unattached and moving soon in order to take up a new appointment with my Company. It was halfway through the main course that I nearly choked on the roast duckling; I suddenly felt something touching my knee and reached down to scratch it. My hand encountered a stockinged foot and I looked opposite me to see Ros gazing at me innocently whilst still conversing. I carried on eating despite the foot steadily working its way along my thigh and wriggling its toes against my slacks. After a few minutes it was removed, but not before I had the beginnings of an erection. The meal finished and as we sat drinking some excellent brandy I asked Reggie what he did for a living. The question was greeted by a loud snort from Ros, who was sitting opposite me and displaying a large amount of leg, “Not a lot. He has a Manager to run the Estate & if he spent as much time with me as he does on those bloody cars & other things, I might feel like a real woman,” she said with feeling, although I didn’t fully appreciate the last comment at that stage. Reggie ignored the outburst and poured more brandy; when we’d finished, he suggested it was time for bed. As I lay in my bedroom I felt there was definitely something very strange about Ros & Reggie, but couldn’t put my finger on it. I was on the verge of drifting off to sleep when I thought I heard a gentle tap on the door; I turned over - obviously I must have been hearing things. The next noise was closer, I turned again – towards the door – and nearly had a seizure. Standing close to the bed, silhouetted in the moonlight, was the tall figure of Ros, clad in a shimmering pink silk negligee. She held her finger to her mouth, “Not a word,” she whispered, sitting on the side of the bed, “I thought you deserved to be aware of what goes on here” I was intrigued and at the same time slightly aroused by smell of the heady scent she was wearing. “Where’s Reggie?” I said, in a panic. “Fast asleep in his bedroom I imagine,” she smiled, “We haven’t shared the same room – since last year” I must have looked puzzled. “I came home one day to find him in the stables with a young man from London – and they weren’t examining cars!” she said, her eyes cast down. Sympathetically, I instinctively held out a hand to hold hers and it was gripped tightly. “When I saw the way you looked at me, I decided you weren’t of the same persuasion” she hesitated, “Are you?” “Decidedly not” I said firmly, the limb between by thighs growing and risking the appearance of a small tent in the bedclothes. “I was fairly sure when I felt your reaction at dinner” she chuckled. “You nearly made me choke – that was the last thing I expected” Ros pulled my hand to her breast, “It’s so long since I’ve been near a man for … and I’m so bloody frustrated I even considered the chap who does the garden – a bit of rough, don’t they call it?” I grinned at her, “What do you want? – and how rough?” Her tongue licked her lips & she looked at me with a pleading expression; her voice dropped an octave, “Not a question of what – it’s how soon – I was a bit wicked before I plucked up courage to come in here and I’m very ripe ” She dragged my hand to her lap and parted the negligee. The feeling between those warm firm thighs confirmed her confession and my fingers slid into the cleft like a knife into butter. “Wow” I exclaimed softly, “You are a hungry girl” She slid off the bed, opening the negligee and stood, thrusting her hips towards me, “Kiss me …there….please – I hope you like them trimmed” I couldn’t refuse this amazing lady’s request and leant over to lick the pouting lips of her pouting shaven vagina. She tasted sweet and was flowing freely; I sucked hard – bringing a gasp from Ros, and I swallowed the juices that nearly filled my mouth. I drew back and looked up at her in the darkness, “Is that better?” “You’ve drained the tank – now how about filling it up again?” she said breathlessly. I threw back the duvet and without any further encouragement she clambered onto the bed and straddled my thighs. “Put the light on – I want to see this,” she said and I reached out to flick the switch at the bedside. I realised she had discarded the negligee and I had my first view of her magnificently proportioned body as she fixed her eyes on the rigid erection I had revealed. “Oh yeeees” she breathed. I reached up to fondle her firm breasts, making her wriggle sensuously, “If you don’t put something in here fairly soon, it’ll be too late” she panted, her hand sliding into her crease and parting the engorged lips as she wriggled & lifted her hips into a position where she could sink down onto the smooth knob of my rigid prick. I noticed she was remarkably tight and was squeezing me as her cunt swallowed my entire length, making her utter a satisfied gasp. She was amazingly slippery as I moved easily inside her and had hardly begun thrusting when she gave a long low moan and sat her whole shuddering weight on me as she convulsed to orgasm. “Christ that was soooo quick – and so bloody good” she said breathlessly as she relaxed onto my chest, “But I want you to move now, and let me satisfy you another way. That will ensure we won’t any marks on the sheets” I rolled her off my body and she sat up to inspect my prick, sliding her hand around it. She bent her head and took me in her mouth, moving her hand to cup my balls and increase my arousal. It didn’t take long and she kept sucking my erupting prick as I came violently, swallowing when she couldn’t keep any more in her cheeks. Ros looked up, licking her wet lips, “Wow, you really are all man” adding softly “I haven’t done that for a very long time – but I haven’t lost the knack, have I?” “Totally professional – in the nicest possible way” I grinned. “Now we can both sleep more soundly” she remarked, climbing off the bed, “I’ll see you at breakfast” – and she was gone. I fell asleep wondering about this unusual household – a gay husband with a nymphomaniac for a wife. I woke early and as I had my shower, I realised that what I thought I might have dreamed was in fact a reality – washing various parts of my body proved that. I dressed and went down to breakfast. Reggie was already seated and as I joined him, Ros appeared. She was wearing the same negligee but I imagined she had something underneath. She gave her husband a brief kiss on the forehead and as she passed my chair, her fingers just brushed the back of my neck. When we were all seated I asked Ros how she spent her time. “I dabble in antiques,” she said, “I enjoy finding something that really appeals to my taste – how about you David?” “Funnily enough, I’m also into antiques, but can rarely afford the things that grab me” I replied with the best “double entendre” I could manage. Reggie thumped the table, “There you are Ros, someone who could come down again and do the rounds with you” he said enthusiastically, “But for now, he’s mine – and we’ve cars to look at” After another hour in the stables Reggie said he had business to do and escorted me back to the house where Ros was instructed to take me to the station for my trip back to town. Reggie departed in a Land Rover and Ros turned to me, licking her lips and with a questioning look in her eyes. “I’m going up to throw my things into my bag” I said, trying to ignore the sensual gestures. As I was repacking my toilet bag the door was pushed open and Ros appeared. She stood in the doorway and slowly and seductively lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand, pausing as she revealed an expanse of bare thigh “I want one more dose of your special medicine before you go” she said, leering as she advanced towards me. She sat on the end of the bed, leaning back on her arms and parting her knees slightly. To my amazement I saw she was naked beneath the skirt. “I thought panties were an unnecessary extra - and this morning I want all of you – bugger the bed linen, Mrs Grant will wash it when you’ve gone” The blatant manner in which Ros had offered herself to me resulted in my having a rampant erection well before I slipped off my slacks & pants. I approached her and reached for her breasts but she pushed my hands away, “Forget the foreplay, I’m wet, open, and I want to be covered by that great stallion – now” I was slightly annoyed at being likened to a horse, and a little put off by the mechanical way she demanded me. It seemed that this lady had no amorous feelings for men – just a desperate appetite to be screwed – often. I found she was more than just wet - she was leaking like a sieve - and I entered her firmly, still feeling a bit annoyed at her approach. My forceful entry brought a loud exhalation of breath from Ros as she felt my entire length spear into her welcoming cleft. “You bastard” she gasped, “You’re really going to fuck me this morning” “I thought I did last night!” “Ah, but that was with your finger - today you can do it properly – I found my cap this morning so I’m OK” she said, lifting her hips to match my thrusts, and curling her legs around my waist. It was just as well I was feeling turned-on, for she seemed to approach her climax quicker than anyone I’d ever known before. “Come on …. NOW,” she shouted, her voice rising to a high-pitched shriek as she felt the inevitable torrent cascade down her vaginal passage. It burst upon me, leaking her copious juices around my thrusting prick and tipping me over the edge of any control I might have had. In three distinct spasms, the jets of semen erupted into her, each bringing a loud moan from Ros as she revelled in the throes of a violent orgasm. When I’d finished she pushed me away and just lay there, with great blobs of semen trickling from her open lips onto her skirt and seeping through to the duvet. She looked up at me with a grin, “That was more like it, you virile monster” she said, “Now I feel I can last a while – or at least until the next Auction when you’ll have to come down and see if there’s a particular Lot you fancy” I considered her offer – or was it an order? – and did I want to be available purely as a stud to satisfy her insatiable needs? – I wasn’t sure. “I’ll have to see how the new job goes” Rios stood up, oblivious to the flood that ran down her thighs. She reached under her skirt and one hand cupped her cunt. With a wicked grin on her face she put the hand to her mouth and licked it dry, “There, I’ve tasted you too” she said, licking her lips. I pulled up my slacks and completed my packing, “Are you in a fit state to run me to the station?” “Oh yes, and I can always wipe the seat of the car when I get back again” she replied. The more I saw of this upmarket lady, the more I was certain that my usual girlfriends actually offered me greater satisfaction, plus a little feeling when we had sex. So much for the Upper Classes! – but I might just find time to attend the next auction.
