Chapter 1: Homecoming surprise

I was in a foul mood as the chauffeur stopped the Rolls momentarily outside the tall elaborate gilded gates to the vast grounds of my estate. Confirming my identity the heavily armed guards opened the gates to let me pass instead of detonating the vehicle.

My name is Allam but only a privileged few call me that. I am also known as The Moroccan but you will call me sir. I am a very rich and powerful man. Government ministers kiss my arse at the snap of my fingers begging to do my every whim. Or they used to, I fumed as the car glided down the mile avenue to my Louis XIV château. A steal at only 301 million U.S. dollars paid for by the British Government’s ring-fenced ‘overseas development fund’. 60,000 square feet of exquisite grandeur situated in 10 acres of park land and all mine. Those whose wealth made me look a pauper by comparison, weren’t too pleased by my arrest but the Gendarme had been put back in their box and the evidence against me destroyed. The stuff that had got onto the Web had been scrubbed by the ISPs which they owned and the rest taken down by the intelligence agencies. However my ‘terrorist’ outrage on Place Vendôme that would leave that lingerie shop a smouldering ruin strewn with the dead bodies of the female vigilante group and that English detective Jim Priest, had been blocked. No matter, my guards will take care of it making sure nothing led back to me. Tonight the skies of Paris will be aglow as super-dense thermal explosives burn that shop and the secret gym behind it off the face of the planet.

The Rolls came to a smooth halt at the wide marble staircase that led up to the entrance hall of my château. I groaned at the sight of a dozen or more top-end vehicles. I wasn’t in the mood for visitors. My butler was there to greet me as the footman opened the car door. “Madame has given most of the staff the night off” he intoned in his posh English accent. I hate the British but in one’s elevated position in society such conventions were expected, besides one only had to pay them peanuts. “She wishes you to go the Gold Room” he added sounding like he had a plum in his mouth. “I believe she has some” he paused to show his distaste “entertainment for you and her guests to celebrate your release from those terrorists”. “Has she really?” I snarled. Unless it’s to ‘try out’ a new batch of girls smuggled in from Eastern Europe, the bitch was going to feel the back of my hand, my fist and my foot; if she was lucky. “Thank you, Dymes. Have the captain of the guard prep the men. They have an important job to do tonight” standing stiff, he nodded his understanding and I proceeded up the steps.

Inside I passed my coat and gloves to a footman then told Dymes to bring me a glass of Domaine Leflaive Montrachet Grand Cru. A highly regarded Burgundy domaine and good value at around £3,700 a bottle paid by EU autocrats who looked to keep me in their favour. Heading to the central cupola, I entered the Gold Room. A tall circular room larger than a house of the working class opulently decorated by the best craftsmen and gilded in gold. Fitted with antique luxury sofas and low tables these were arranged around a large carpeted floor space used for entertainment. Around one half of the room sat some elite class women. All were startlingly beautiful with the cold aloof arrogance of the super rich. Dressed in expensive custom designer outfits, all stared at me openly examining me as if trying to judge whether it had been worth their husbands saving me. The swish of expensive nylon rubbing on nylon caught my attention as a few crossed their legs, letting their skirts ride up purposely exposing a nylon-sheathed expanse of thigh. I let my gaze linger at the sexy shapely legs on offer before turning away. Tempting though these perfectly manicured and coiffured creatures were, I knew through bitter experience that such stunning beauty came at the cost of centuries of inbreeding and the best cosmetic surgery. Nearly all were cold-hearted gold-diggers looking for another revenue stream to drain to keep them in the luxurious exclusive elegance which they expected.

Sitting down upon an empty sofa, centrally positioned in pride of place, I pondered whether to call for the rest of the bottle when I spot Countess Claudine sitting close by. Dressed in an eye-catching purple silk half jacket and matching pleated dress which fanned out stylishly on the cushion as she sat primly on it. The hem of her skirt had ridden up past mid-thigh revealing stunningly sexy legs for a woman her age, clad in tan-coloured nylon with a high sheen. The slim elegantly beautiful mature noble woman with stylish shoulder length hair the colour of white gold looked at me with a snooty look that conveyed her disappointment. I was racking my brains trying to think of something to say to get back in her good books when a chill went down my spine as I caught a partial glimpse of the woman sitting next to her. Slender and petite smartly dressed in a pin stripe business jacket she wore a matching if rather short skirt. Although her face was obscured by the Countess I knew by her skin colouring and the bob style of her jet black greying hair that she was Oriental. With a rising sense of panic I leant forward to try and get a view of her face. Suddenly I am distracted by the opening bars of “Proud Mary” blasting through the $6 million Kipnis’ Outer Limits home theatre system, a KSS 8.8 channel audio system with Snell subs. The big golden curtains covering the cinema-sized screen slid open to reveal a wild-haired female figure bopping and jiving like a crazy one.

Chinese in appearance, she was about 5 foot 3 with wild shoulder length hair patchily dyed orange over patches of natural black was puffed up and spiked all around. Wearing a body-hugging black Cheongsam, a one-piece traditional dragon dress, this clung to a slightly plump mature full-figured body and featured short-sleeved arms with red tassels around the neck which swung continually as she danced energetically. Made of silk and featuring elaborately embroidered red dragons and multi-coloured flowers, it shimmered slinking with every breath or move she made. The dress fell to her feet but as she moved, long slits opened upon either side slashed all the way to her hips. Consisting of two long panels at the front and rear this exposed the entirety of a chunky pair of legs the sides of her buttocks and hips as well. Boy did this mature Oriental wild thing have totally sensational legs to show off!

Belting out the lyrics like a Chinese Tina Turner, my interest was totally absorbed by her legs stepping out a raunchy dance. From red open-toed high heels, slim ankles flared out either side to very large meaty thick shapely calves. Above this her thighs were short and chunky yet swelled with a pleasing firmness and backed by the strong curve of hamstrings. I was always a legman and with rising desire my eyes followed the revealing gap in her dress drinking in the rounded curves of the sides of her beautifully rounded buttocks and ending on her gorgeous curved hips. OK she might be getting on a bit, and was short with a body slightly on the plump side but there was something about the wildly energetic body and chunky sexy legs that really got me going. With wild hair shaking and her body constantly on the move in a show that would give Tina a run for her money, I was mesmerized by her short thick legs which were probably the sexiest that I’d ever witnessed. Clad in tan coloured pantyhose with a high sheen they were beautifully shaped firm-looking and a joy to watch in motion. The lights reflected from the nylons making them shimmer sensuously like liquid silver. Curved in all the right places with strong dancer’s thighs and the dramatic sweeping curves of her huge calves she certainly had me hooked!

Like many Oriental women especially of the South-Eastern peninsula her calves were disproportionally large for her height. Unlike the muscular athletic gym-worked calves of some Western women which didn’t appeal to me, Oriental female calves are large, exceptionally feminine, sensual and smooth. The calves on this wild crazy mature singer-dancer rose from very slim ankles and from the rear reminded me of an upturned bottle of Mateus Rosé with its slim neck and wide flaring rounded sides. From the side they suggested a treble clef with its exaggerated rounded rear. Eye-catchingly sexy, they shone through the thin nylons with some kind of inner health. Rocking out on high heels emphasized their extreme shape yet they weren’t masculine or freakishly muscular but rounded and feminine. As the wild woman energetically belted out the number, large solid jutting slabs with rounded sides flexed into existence with every step. Even these were exceptionally feminine and sexy in a manner that I couldn’t take my eyes from. I loved watching large pointed slabs of hard muscle appear from the rounded smoothness like downward pointing spearheads making her legs so incredibly sexy that I just wanted to get down on my knees and give them more than a good feel, if you know what I mean.

So engrossed was I in the singer’s legs that it took me a few moments to realise that this raunchy wild leggy creature was actually my wife! I mentally kicked myself for not immediately recognising that broad oval face with the high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, stubby little nose and broad mouth. Free of major wrinkles her complexion was pretty good by Western standards although not as youthful as it once was. Fixing me with her eyes Goldie crouched low in front of me with her legs provocatively wide. Between singing, her mouth which was heavy with pink lipstick fell open in a large oval with her tongue running around her lips in a blatant tease. Goldie’s big calves bulged strongly as she thrust her crotch back and forth while a hand hovered over the exposed gusset as if stimulating herself. WOW! I knew that my wife as a bit of a live-wire but never expected anything so exhibitionist as this. I certainly didn’t recall her having legs as sexy as these before, not that I particularly paid much attention but now found a stiffness spreading over my groin.

Bumping and grinding with unbound energy, Goldie sang loudly, adopting raunchy stances while repeatedly cupping and rubbing her small breasts in a very risqué manner. I am actually stunned by how fantastic she looks for a 53 year old from Hong Kong. The daughter of a very rich Oriental gang-lord who I married to bolster my position, Goldie was wild, hard to control and bossy. Much too energetic and hyper for most men to handle, the type who could shop all day, party all night and still have the energy to drain a man in bed several times over. I even employed some young hunky gardeners to distract her but none lasted more than a few weeks before quitting with severe exhaustion. Loud, hyper and brash, I normally tried to keep as much distance between us as I could. Several continents at best. At the moment I wanted to be anywhere but close, real close, deep inside her close. As she whirled around once more I caught sight of her calves again but now so close I was flabbergasted. I knew she had large rounded calves but never realised that they were as large and defined as that. Wow! They really were extremely sexy but surely I would have realised before? How could I have been so blind?

Without warning the mature Oriental wildcat leapt astride me with knees and shins upon either side with her legs wide so that her pelvis was touching my groin. I gasped as she began bucking rhythmically with her crotch rubbing erotically. “Orrrr Goldie!” I groaned aroused by the erotic sensations of her lap-dance. I put my hands upon her knees and slowly ran them along her short thighs guiding them along the silky smooth nylons enjoying the feel as they rounded the sides of her buttocks then sliding beneath the back flap to cup her backside. Caressing my head in her arms Goldie pulled my face against her bust never missing a note while thrusting over my dick. “Mmm! Mmm!” she might only have a small bust but it was a sexy enough place to be.

I felt longing as Goldie stood up on the sofa and turned around facing away. Leaning forwards her backside was inches from my face, gyrating and thrusting. The back flap lifts leaving me looking right at her buttocks and the crevice between with only the gusset below. I’m shocked that she is not wearing knickers beneath her slinky pantyhose. Although a bit on the ample side, her backside is firm and shapely and keeps my boner stiff. For the first time in a long time I am rock hard for my wife turned on by her sexy legs and backside. Without warning that nylon-sheathed peach thrusts into my face pressing the back of my head against the back of the sofa. Her rounded buttocks proceed to engulf my face. “Mmmm mmmm!” my muffled complaints are drowned by the loud music and my wife’s singing. “Mmm! Mmm!” I raise my hands but there is nothing I can do to push her arse from my face. Amazingly her buttocks are as hard as cannonballs mashing my nose and mouth between them while exerting a strong pressure keeping the back of my head firmly pinned. To make matters worse her arse begins to make small movements, maintaining firm contact on my face as it grinds this way and that in time with the rhythm. “Mmmm! Mmm!” it rubs all over my face and I can do nothing to stop it. The sexiness of the situation doesn’t escape me. Pinned against the back of the sofa by my wife’s backside as it bumps and grinds while performing I can’t stop the rigid tent forming in the front of my trousers in plain sight of over a dozen of the richest women in the world.

“Mmmm!” I sighed in contentment not knowing whether this was torment or bliss. Before I could make up my mind it was over as Goldie leapt off the sofa to conclude with a dramatic chest-beating finish. Wow! I am surprised to find myself so throbbing hard for my own wife, that I stood up and moved towards her with a full raging erection in my pants. I couldn’t recall ever having such a tight skin-stretching throbbing erection like this before and certainly not caused by my wife. “Out! All of you!” I demand not taking my eyes off my wife. I was going give her a bloody good seeing to and I didn’t give a damn about shocking their noble sensibilities. “Ah-ah!” Goldie wagged her finger from side to side. “They are my guests. Besides don’t you remember that I’m a Tai Chi instructor?”. “What the eff! Of course I remember” I snapped. I set that up for her to have her own little business and keep her nose out of mine. All that moving your arms and torso very slowly was not for me but if it helped her burn some of that wild excess energy then all the better. Goldie has big nipples and right now they were fully erect showing she was clearly up for it. Pressing against the silk dress they were like little bullets and I suspected she wasn’t wearing a bra. Bloody hell! I couldn’t believe how my own wife was making me so crazy to have her. “Orrrr!” I moaned lustfully. “Fine. Let them stay and watch but I’m having you now” I growled aching to plunge my shaft inside her and bang away.

Stepping forwards I was annoyed when she brought up her palm in a circular motion. Before I could knock it aside, it landed gently against my chest with a deceptively hard shove that pushed me backwards. “T’ai chi ch’uan means supreme ultimate fist, grand supreme fist, boundless fist” Goldie lectured while describing slow graceful motions with her arms. “The use of t’ai chi as a martial art is quite challenging and requires a great deal of training” What? Is she having a laugh. I’ve seen her lead the old grey haired biddies moving their aching limbs slowly. “That’s not a martial art” I sneered. I’m used to getting what I want and made a grab for her while she is slowing waving her arms around. Again her palm moves in a graceful arc towards my chest. It moved deceptively slowly giving a tingle as it touched as light as a feather. WHUMP! “Orrraghh!” It felt like a bolt of electricity, lifting me clean off the floor to come crashing down to the shag-pile in a humiliated heap.