Chapter 4: Trysting With the Maids

The following day James traveled to Albany, the state capitol, on business purposes. (His comment to me was that he had need to purchase some politicians, either one Senator or two Congressmen, whichever would prove cheaper!) He planned to spend the night and then return the next day, and for once had traveled without me. These small trips occurred on a monthly basis, and we always spent some time on a small holiday, answerable to nobody and nothing but our own decadent tastes. However, James considered my condition still too delicate for such an excursion, so I was perforce left behind.

I sent him on his way well satisfied, for I suckled his cock twice to release, then spent the balance of my time puttering around the house and reacquainting myself with everyone. It had been weeks since I had wandered the house and the grounds, and with Siobhan to accompany me, I made a grand tour of the estate and thanked the many well-wishers who had prayed for my recovery.

We were relaxing in the parlor after dinner with a bottle of wine when Siobhan made a comment that set me to thinking. “I am surprised you got around so well today. I should think that James would have left you quite unable to walk!”

It took me a moment to understand her words, but then I blushed redly, though I smiled as well. “Yes, he has been rather romantic the last few days.”

“Well that is one word for it. Another is insatiably demanding, or is that two words?” We giggled at this, and she continued, “Good heavens, but I think that is the longest the man has gone without in years!”

“What, you mean ... Are you sure?”

“Well of course, Caroline, that is precisely what I mean. And of course, I am sure. Consider that before your engagement James had partaken of the entire female staff and did so on a regular basis.” I nodded my understanding, and she went on. “And consider that, as I warned you, James was a man of considerable appetites and that if you were to take a place in his heart, you would need to quench those appetites. And finally consider that since you have become affianced to James, that only you have done so. Simple logic dictates that when you cannot do so, he must do without, and so it was several weeks before he could satisfy his ardent desires with your love.”

“But ... but there must have been other times, surely. What about when my courses come? We cannot act as lovers then, eh?” I replied.

Siobhan shrugged pleasantly, and answered me, “Well, perhaps not, but such intervals last only a few days, and besides, I know you have sated his desires otherwise, you have admitted as much.”

She had me there, since when my time of the month arrived I was forced to take James within my mouth to allow his release. “Well, yes, but I enjoy that as much as he does,” I protested.

“Caroline, James has made no complaint, or at least none that any in this household has heard. I am glad that you enjoy sharing his love for you. When I joined Michael in our wedding bed I was little older than you, and even less experienced than you were, but he showed me the many joys of a physical love. I always rejoiced when I was able to please him, even when it was not in the more normal way. All I am saying is that James could not even avail himself of that whilst you were ill.”

I considered Siobhan’s remarks silently as we sipped at our wine. I had never thought of it before, but I now realized just how much James had given up when he had asked me to marry and become his lover. Prior to that, he had been the most jaded rake of the household. I knew he had had my friend in his bed for I had once been wandering the secret passageways when I had heard him coming up. Frantic for a place to hide, I had rushed through the secret door into Siobhan’s room, only to be followed by James, who joined her in bed for a lengthy tryst. I also knew that he had enjoyed practically every other woman in the household in the same manner!

“Does James want more than me?” I asked my friend fearfully. I was not sure of the answer, or whether I wanted to know it.

Now it was Siobhan’s turn to look shocked. “Good heavens, child, I have no idea! Certainly, he has said nothing to me, nor to anyone else that I know of. You are much too worried over nothing at all, Caroline!”

I smiled at her to ease her worry. “Oh, do not fear for me. I am simply curious. I know, deep in my soul, that James loves me as he has loved no other. I merely wonder whether he wants more than I can provide. I mean, some day we will have children, and what will he do then, when I am in my confinement?”

“By then you will be married and worrying about other things. Let the future take care of the future, and do not go looking for trouble,” she replied.

I thought long and hard that night about whether to invite others into James’ and my pleasures, and realized that we had already done so, though not to the extent I was now contemplating. Harry and AnneMarie had joined us in a number of adventures, though not to the extent that I was with Harry or James was with AnneMarie, and I remembered how after glibly asking James whilst in the throes of passion whether he wanted such, he had failed to answer. Rather his actions were answer enough, as he had begun thrusting against me madly, his cock pulsing in my cunny as he drove into me, an insatiable lust consuming him.

Furthermore, on a very fundamental level, has the man yet been born who would be satisfied with a single woman, when more are available? My beloved’s present infatuation with my charms would one day fade, and I considered it better to deal with this now, rather than be hurt later.

Arranging such an affair proved to be simplicity itself. Charity Sterling was one of the pastry cooks and was close to my size, though her hair is a dark brown rather than my golden blonde. I simply asked her the next afternoon if she would be interested in joining James and I for an evening tryst, a threesome, and her eyes lit up with delight. “Does this mean that Mister MacAllister will be enjoying the household as before?” she asked excitedly.

Smiling, I answered, “Perhaps. I may wish to make a few rules, but I do not think that should prove a problem. I take it that you approve of my sharing James with the rest of the ladies?”

Charity giggled and said, “We have all been hoping he might want a little variation every now and then. He really is quite the specimen of manhood, isn’t he?”

I laughingly agreed and we decided upon the arrangements, though I bade her to remain silent until the deed was done. This occurred that evening after James and I retired to our rooms. I allowed my beloved to remove my clothing, then naked, I stripped him to the same condition. Then, whilst he sat in an armchair, I knelt before him and released his essence into my mouth, sucking and stroking his shaft and cockhead until he moaned with the pleasure and spewed his seed down my throat. Afterwards, we sat contentedly, me at his feet as I slowly revived him by cupping his sac and licking and kissing his limp shaft. Meanwhile, James entertained me with a description of a rather strange but decidedly exciting technique for taking me that he had learned in the Orient, one that would leave me helpless as he used me repeatedly for his animal pleasures.

It was then that Charity made her appearance. She had been watching us through a keyhole from my bedroom, and once we had finished our first bout, she silently made her way back to the hallway, and gathering up her accessories, made her way to the door and let herself in with barely a knock. These accessories consisted of little more than a tray with a bottle of wine, and her clothing, an open robe and a very sheer and loose linen night gown. “Oh, excuse me,” she said apologetically as she came in. “Miss Caroline, you suggested I bring the wine in, and since your light was still on...” She made no move to set the tray down or leave. Instead she stared at James’ manhood frankly, a sight she had been deprived of for a number of months, and I felt it begin to stiffen as James stared at the girl.