The Young Wife (20 page)

I drew myself up to full height, and asked him what he was up to.

‘Ah, I-I'm just out w-walking the dog, ah, Miss,' he stuttered.

I looked coolly around before answering, ‘I don't see any dog, Mr?' The uptilt at the end of my question prompted him.

‘Roland Norton, Miss,' he said, holding out his hand in a strangely correct way.

‘Jessica,' I said, taking it, and giving it a gentle squeeze. ‘You can call me Jessica.'

‘I thought he might have gone in there,' he said, releasing my hand, and nodding towards the darkened barn. ‘He's a bugger for the rats, is Geoff.'

‘Is that his name, then?' I asked, amused at the odd turn of our conversation. It was so ordinary, in such a strange situation, that it added to the sense of surreality even more.

‘Yes,' replied the man, with a very serious expression, which was probably hiding his bewilderment, as he seemed to think it rude to ask me what I was doing walking around half-dressed at this hour. ‘I was just going into look for him,' he continued. ‘Then you came along.'

‘Don't let me stop you,' I suggested, and he seemed a little relieved at that. Grasping the top of the rusty gate that barred the way to the farm's overgrown path, he hauled himself lithely up, and was over in moments.

‘Wait,' I called to him, as he turned to walk off. ‘I'll come with you.'

And so saying, I mimicked his movements and swung my booted leg over the cold metal. His eyes widened as they caught a flash of my nakedness, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment. I felt the thin, cool steel between my open buttocks, and it made me squeal.

‘I need a hand,' I said, and he reluctantly looked up at me, and extended one arm.

He could not look away as I swung my other leg over, giving him a full view of my naked backside as I did, and my chemise flipped up to expose the bare flesh of my hips in such a way as to make it impossible for him not to notice. He made no comment, but his nervousness increased, and he seemed to want to rush away from me.

I followed him as he walked towards the looming black silhouette of the barn, and my boots' narrow heels sank deep into the mud of the neglected driveway. I felt rooted and solid, all of a sudden, and the possibilities of this chance meeting were obvious to me. I hoped that Roland wasn't too shy for what I intended.

My excitement rose, spiralling upwards, until my mind was buzzing with anticipation. I followed Roland through the broken doors of the barn, which he had to pull outwards on their rusty hinges before we could enter. The moonlight streamed in the empty window frames, and silvered the concrete of the floor like Stardust. I watched Roland's face as he turned towards me, and he had the aspect of a hunted animal.

‘Nope, not in here,' he said, in a voice of comical normality.

‘Obviously,' I countered, with a smile, and stepped into his path when he tried to go round me to the exit.

‘Look, what do you want, Jessica?' he asked, half-exasperated, half-anxious.

I laid my hand fiat against his fly, and felt the reason for his nervousness. A large erection beat behind the cloth, and I guessed he had been entertaining faint thoughts of sweet hedonistic adventures all the time he had been retreating from me. His expression fleeted from astonishment, to delight, to confusion, as I fumbled at his zip, and drew the length of hot flesh from its hiding place.

It was warm and solid, like a length of rubber pipe, and it strained upwards in defiance of him. I dropped my coat on to the floor and kneeled, determined not to falter at this point. I swallowed nervously as it neared my face, for I hadn't the faintest idea what to do, other than to try and copy what Anne had done to Leo in the drawing room. It had looked so simple when she did it.

All one had to do was put it in one's mouth.

I opened my lips, and Roland gasped in amazement above me as I rested the velvety head of his cock on my lower lip, and rubbed lightly against the ribbed surface. The strip of skin at the underside was tight, like a little ribbon, and I licked it gently with the tip of my tongue, until he groaned. Saliva filled my mouth, and I swallowed again, before mentally making the decision to pop his knob between my lips. His legs trembled as I slid the big head over my teeth and tongue, and I used one hand to steady the back of his leg, while the other guided the thick, throbbing length of his prick into my throat. I gagged and slid it out a bit, then tried again. I sucked hard on the resilient ball of tumescent, velvety flesh, then tried to swallow the end again. This time it slipped easily in time with my breathing, and I caught the knack of it. Instead of trying to keep it in my throat all the time, I moved it back and forth over my tongue for long moments while I sucked, and only took the full length into the back of my throat every now and then. It seemed to work, for soon he was groaning and whispering above me unreservedly.

‘So beautiful,' he murmured. ‘So lovely, sucking my cock like that.'

I slowed my efforts, as I knew he would not last long if I kept this up. He tried to grab my head to force his cock into my throat, but I shook his hands away, and stood up. We both swayed drunkenly for a moment, and the look of disappointment on his face was gratifying.

I walked around him and surveyed the room; then I bent and gathered up my coat, aware of the flashing of my heavy cheeks behind me as I did so. He stood bemused, with his red cock poking stubbornly out from his jeans, and I gave the wet end a little tickle with my finger as I walked away from him.

‘Follow me, Roland,' I whispered, as I walked towards a wooden shelf that ran around the far wall.

It had obviously been used as an all-purpose workbench in the past, but now its pitted and scarred surface was bare. It stood just over knee height, and I found it easy to drape my coat over its edges and climb up. I kneeled unsteadily on the rickety platform, and hoisted up the hem of my chemise so that my hips and buttocks were exposed cleanly to the air and moonlight. Then I leaned forwards, with my arms straight, and shuffled my knees back so that the crook of my shoes hung on the edge of the trestle. I dipped my back, and let my hips sink downwards so that my bottom lowered and opened. I craned my head to look at Roland, and called him softly over from where he stood.

‘You know what to do, don't you, Roland?' I said half-teasingly to him, when he stood finally behind me. I wanted to challenge him a little, to make him take control. I knew my skin must look like a polished silver apple in the light of the moon, and I deepened my crouch to open the deep, dark cleft between my cheeks, so that the light would illuminate it. I hung my head in surrender to the feeling of abandonment that swept over me, and whispered into the wooden boards, ‘Go on, then. Fuck me, you bastard.'

Tentative, fumbling hands trembled over the outer edges of my hips, and drifted inwards, like the fluttering of a moth's wings towards my core. I felt them rub my wet centre, and the lips opened to the stroking like a flower opening to the sun. Into me, the probing, nervous stems of his hands dug, until the juices ran freely from my slit. He grew bolder then, and grasped my open buttocks with greedy fingers. I felt my anus clench in protest at the stretching, and the hot root of his cock was laid, beating warmly and squarely, in the brazen cleft. I rocked my hips gently to make it rub me, exulting in the feeling of the rubbery cock moving along the open seam. My hips shook as he placed the thick head of his cock at the slippery entrance, and I tensed a little at the unfamiliar touch within that place. So slowly that it felt like it would last forever, he pushed the thick root into my virgin cunt, until I felt the breath forced out of me with the length of it. Perhaps it was my innocence, but it seemed to me at the time that his penis was enormous, and I felt it stretching me to impossible levels.

‘Ooooh!' I groaned, as the hair on his pubis grazed my bottom's naked cleft, and he held it hard into me for a moment, before beginning to vigorously pump it back and forth within my tightly clasping slit.

I pushed my bottom out at him, and felt the cock slip further in, and it was all I could do to keep from sobbing out in pleasure, as he rode the thick peg in and out of me with powerful flexings of his hips. He spread my little shrinking arsehole with his thumbs, grown rude with lust, and the stretching in both orifices made me mad with ardour. His hands gripped fiercely on my tender, muscular cheeks, as his cock flashed ever quicker in the wetness of my foaming cunt. I felt the orgasm coming dimly up from nowhere, and I grunted and sobbed shamelessly as he flooded my virgin cunt with spilling seed. My breasts shook and rolled heavily underneath me, as the quivering of my thighs and buttocks overtook me. He pulled his cock out at the last, and let the last few globs of semen splash across my shameless, squirming cheeks. They cooled as I cooled, and ran down my curving flesh, when I straightened up to turn to face him.

Somewhere in the course of our fucking he had let his trousers fall, and now was struggling shamefaced to try and tie them again.

I asked him to let me see, and so, reluctantly, he did. I sat, knees up, on the trestle, with the semen drying on my thighs, while I studied his sturdy hips, and spent penis. Eventually I let him cover himself, and he helped me down from the trestle. There could have been an awkward silence then, but we both became aware of the animal sounds of snuffling outside at the same moment, and both guessed who it would be at the same instant.

‘That will be your dog, I expect,' I said, and he nodded sombrely, yet with the hint of humour.

‘Is that it then, Jessica?' he asked in forlorn hope of a positive answer, considering my youth, and beauty.

‘I doubt it,' I said. ‘Unless you didn't like it?'

‘Do you want me to walk you home?' he asked more hopefully.

‘No, but you're welcome to call on me as a neighbour, if you like. The big house by the bend. You know it?'

He nodded, and seemed to want to say more, but I turned away before he could speak, and went to introduce myself to the sweetest red setter I had ever seen. I didn't give Roland a chance to open conversation again until we were in the road.

‘When can I come?' he said, still serious, and I was kind to him because of that.

‘Whenever you like,' I told him. ‘But you will have to be discreet, as I have a very ill husband, and some very suspicious relatives. Just say you have come round to be neighbourly, and I will see what can be done, OK?'

He seemed satisfied – or at least accepting – and I walked away from him, towards my lonely house, knowing that he stood and watched me until the bend took me out of sight. I was grateful that no lights shone when I got to the door, and I crept upstairs to bathe before I went to my room. Leo and his nurse were fast asleep when I entered the dining room, so no one saw me dump my coat in the rubbish bins before I retired for the night. I didn't want anyone to see it, though I kept the chemise as a reminder of that magical night. My poor hole was a little sore for a day or two, but neither on that night, nor on any other afterwards, did it stop me drifting off immediately into a careless, dreamless sleep.

Nine

A strange and wonderful thing happened to me, just after I began a relationship, of sorts, with Leo's niece, Antonia. I found out that they had employed my old teacher, Elizabeth, to spy on Jessie in the early days of Leo's illness. I cannot explain how deeply this knowledge affected me, but if I tell you that all my unresolved adolescent feelings for her sprang up afresh, you will have some idea of how I was feeling. I asked Antonia, very nicely, if she would arrange for Elizabeth to visit, and if possible, get her to stay, and to my surprise the minx managed both things with her usual easy manipulation. She told me that she had never had any romantic complications with Elizabeth, and I believed her, though she hinted that she was not averse to having some, if I didn't mind. I warned her off by the coolness of my attitude to this, yet she still sought to please me. The ties of her liking for me held her in far greater bondage than did mine at that point in time.

I waited for Elizabeth's arrival in a tizzy of excitement. So much so, that I very nearly toned down my dress sense for the occasion. But independence held sway, and I was my usual tarty self when she called, dressed as I was in my nurse's outfit, with my legs showing clear up to my stocking tops. Though Elizabeth noticed, and seemed to like what she saw, if she recognised me as a former pupil she gave no hint of it. To say I was disappointed would be to put it very mildly, and I had to try very hard to appear unconcerned by her. I did not tell her who I was, as it might have set all things astray, but I noticed that she looked at me very oddly as I went about my duties. Poor Leo had been very neglected by Jessica and me during those few days of confusion, and his beseeching eyes also followed me around the room, as I bent and bustled in pretended unconcern.

In truth, my mind was in a fury of activity, as I plotted and schemed for a way to get Elizabeth under my thumb. I needed to get her alone, and for that I needed Antonia's assistance. I realised then that her interest in Elizabeth might be an asset to me, and the lack of recognition on Elizabeth's part made me vow to use any method I could to have her. I had already explained this to Jessie, who had been acting even stranger than usual, and didn't seem too interested in my plight, though she answered me pleasantly enough when I spoke to her.

I was on my own with the problem, it seemed. So I turned my mind to working out how to do it and, as usual, it wasn't long before something like a plan occurred to me. It wasn't really a plan at all. For once, I was going to do what I had intended to do all those years ago, and tell Elizabeth the truth. Of how I felt, and what I wanted. But first I had to get her alone and tell her what I had seen them do, her and Leo, in the gym-room of my school.