The sun shone brightly outside, bright rays passing through the glass windows before dappling on the small table in front of Nicole. She was grateful that she had chosen to sit just short of the reach of the sun’s beams, using the darkened spaces of the spacious library to help stay cool. Despite picking a white summer dress for the day, Nicole still resented the fact that women had to wear such heavy clothing. “I would rather be running naked through the woods with Alice, while hung men chased us,” she thought to herself before remembering where she was.

Feeling herself blush, Alice looked up from the book she was reading and glanced around the room to make sure that nobody had noticed her moment of sexual dalliance. The only other person present was one of her older brother’s Charles. He was sitting on the far side of the room, near to the door, his head down, his eyes focused on a copy of the Bible. Charles was a religious man, his life dictated by the word of God, but he was also a successful and ambitious man who was already a Lieutenant Colonel in the army despite having only just turned thirty.  

A prudish man, he would not have approved of Nicole having such thoughts, and he had often made it clear that he believed that she should be quiet and accept her role in life. Still, Nicole wondered to herself, how would he react if it was some of her men who were chasing her? Would he turn a blind eye to it, or would he have them whipped for breaching his beloved word of God?

Nicole hoped that he would not be staying for much longer, he was visiting having returned from some part of the realm that occupied a foreign land to see his pregnant wife. She had been left to wait out the pregnancy and to nurse the child at the families hunting lodge in the next valley over. Sadly, he had also decided that after spending only a couple of days with his wife, he needed some space from her and had chosen to camp at his parent’s house instead.

The door to the library opened and Alice stepped into the room hurriedly. Seeing Charles, she stopped in her tracks, as a slight squeak emanated from her mouth at the unexpected shock. “Sir,” she commented as she paused for a moment to curtsey in deference to the man who would likely one day be Lord of the manor. Then regaining her composure, she turned towards Nicole before quickly and quietly approaching.

“Mistress,” she said again, curtseying for the second time since entering the room. “The Lord and Lady have requested your presence in the dining room.

“Thank you, Alice,” Nicole replied as she joined in with keeping the pretence that the two of them were mistress and maid, rather than best friends.

Closing the book she was reading, Nicole placed it onto the table and rose from her seat. Taking a moment to smooth out her dress, Nicole smiled at her friend before retracing the steps that Alice had taken when she had entered the room. Alice followed, and as the two of them stepped outside, into the corridor beyond and the door clicked shut, Nicole took a deep breath.

“Mistress?” Alice asked, ensuring that she kept up the act until she was certain they were alone.

“Oh, it’s nothing Alice, he is just so stuffy,” Nicole replied in a whisper as the two of them headed in the direction of the dining room.

“I am sure he will not be here for long,” Alice replied, “I hear from the staff that there is a rumour that he has already had enough of the Lord and Lady.”

“I hope so,” Nicole replied as she looked behind her to make sure they were still alone. “Anyway,” she stopped just short of the door into the drawing room, lowering her voice even further to ensure that the two of them would not be heard. “Have you got news about the stable boy?”

It was Alice’s turn to blush as she took Nicole by the hand and pulled her through a serving door that was hidden in the wall opposite the drawing room. The sparseness of the servant areas compared to the opulence of the family living areas of the house was noticeable. “He will not tell a soul,” Alice whispered once she had made sure they were alone.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I was tasked with running an errand into the village this morning, I got the stable boy to take me in the trap and…” Alice paused as if the next bit she was about to impart was a triumph of brilliance. “We stopped at the old mill on the way back, I took him every which way, and he knows that there will be more of that if he keeps quiet.”

“You are such a slut Alice.”

“All to keep you safe Mistress,” the maid replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“I know Alice, but sometimes the task has been arduous for you, anyway, where did the stable boy cum?”

“In my quim, how else do you think I made him agree to keep stum?”

“Let me see,” Nicole replied as she grabbed the front of Alice’s dress and pulled the hem up from the floor. Putting her hand between the maid’s legs, she shoved two digits deep into her friend, “mmm, creamy,” she commented as she removed the hand and studied the fingers. “He seems to be a heavy cummer,” Nicole laughed before sticking the two fingers into her mouth and licking them clean, pushing her tongue between the fingers to make sure she swallowed every last drop.

“He is, and he made me cum as well,” Alice confessed.

“Oh, did he? You did have a good time then, you naughty little slut.”

Alice giggled at the comment, as she dropped her head before raising it enough, that she could sheepishly make eye contact with her friend.

“Come on, we need to go,” Nicole said with a wave of her hand and taking the hint, Alice opened the door and made sure that the corridor was still clear. Stepping outside, they resumed their journey towards the dining room until, a short walk later, the two women found themselves outside the closed double doors at the end of the house. Nicole looked at Alice and nodded her head, the maid instantly understanding the signal that they needed to return to mistress and servant.

Knocking on the door with three raps of her knuckles, Alice waited until she heard a voice call out from the other side, “enter!”

Opening the right hand of the two doors, Alice stepped inside, her body rigid in preparation for the act she was about to put on. She disappeared from view as she crossed the threshold of the door as Nicole waited for the introductions to be completed.

“Lord, Lady,” Alice’s voice carried through the open door as Nicole tried to imagine the scene inside the room as the maid curtseyed to her mistresses’ parents.

“Yes,” it was the commanding voice of Nicole’s father.

“Mistress Nicole, as requested,” Alice replied as Nicole continued to wait for permission to enter the room.

“Yes, bring her in, and then leave us,” it was Nicole’s father who spoke again and on hearing the command the mistress walked into the room, nodding at Alice as they passed each other.

The door closed with a click as Nicole made sure not to react. She was confident that Alice knew how to play the game and that her friend would have left the room and closed the door behind her.

“Nicole, take a seat,” it was her mother who spoke this time, as the young woman crossed the room towards the dining table. The room itself, like most of the rooms in the house was heavily wood panelled, a style of decoration that had been started by her grandfather when he had renovated and extended the property fifty years before.

The long, dark wood, dining table was in keeping with the rest of the decoration and comfortably allowed twenty people to sit for an extended dinner with multiple courses. At the far end sat her father occupying the space at the head of the table as he always did. Meanwhile to his right sat her mother, a position which she only ever used during the day, and which allowed the two of them to confer in private if necessary.

Halfway along the table, a place had been set, the chair pulled out ready and Nicole took the hint and placed herself onto the seat. Keeping her back straight as she perched on the edge of the chair, hands folded in her lap, Nicole made sure that her parents saw exactly what they wanted. A timid, eager to please young woman.

“We have news,” it was her father that spoke, skipping the pleasantries as he so often did.

“News?” Nicole offered gently.

“Yes, from your brother Joffrey.”

“Joffrey? He is OK?” she felt nervous at the mention of the youngest of her brothers, a young man who she had grown up alongside and who had set off for London just a couple of years before.

“Of course, but he has a friend who is interested in marriage, a very lucrative marriage, and I want you to strongly entertain the suggestion when they arrive this afternoon.”

“This afternoon?” Nicole was shocked at the thought that Joffrey and his friend would arrive so soon.

“Yes, it appears that they have had to escape London at short notice, what with this warm weather making the streets just unbearable, and so they are escaping to here.”

Nicole shifted slightly in her seat, the movement almost imperceptible to all, but the closest of her friends. Outside, Alice, who had been listening through the door swallowed at the thought. She was very much aware that while Nicole knew that marriage was only a matter of time, it was unusual for her parents’ to be so pushy about it.

“Who is the friend?” Nicole asked, her voice quivering slightly as the nerves of the moment got to her.

“Lord Wilmington, from my perspective there is no more eligible a match for you in the whole of England.     

“Lord Wilmington?” Nicole enquired as her mind raced through all of the Earls, Lords and Dukes she could think of, “I thought he died last year?”

“Yes, and his nephew has taken over, he is only a year older than Joffrey, which is why they have become friends as they both enjoy the London scene together.”

Hearing the mention of London again, Nicole wondered if her parents knew what went on in the modern London scene for men. She had shared an occasional letter with her brother and was fully aware that it was riddled with dens of vice and that in the right place, and for the right price, you could obtain pretty much any kink you desired.

Composing herself for a moment, Nicole smiled, “I shall make sure that I do everything I can to impress the young man when he arrives.”

“Good, good, you can go now,” her father said, dismissing her with far more enthusiasm than he had greeted her.

Standing, Nicole nodded at both of her parents’ noticing that her mother had, for once, allowed a small smile to cross her face.

Returning outside, Nicole looked at her friend, the two of the communicating just through knowing looks without saying a word. “Shall I take you to get prepared Mistress,” Alice asked as she played the little game as her and Nicle saw it, to perfection.

“Yes Alice, I must be ready to entertain when Lord Wilmington and my brother arrive.”

The afternoon arrived quickly, and Nicole soon found herself gathered at the top of the steps that up to the front door of her family home. Alongside her, stood the rest of her family, with her parents at the centre of the line. While below, on the other steps gathered the family servants. From her position, Nicole could just see the top of Alice’s head, the maid positioned towards the end of the middle row of house staff in keeping with her position within the hierarchy.

In the distance, a caravan of horses and carriages came over the brow of the hill, before heading down the long, dusty driveway that led across the valley towards the house. Nicole studied it, wondering which one of the three enclosed carriages contained Joffrey and Lord Wilmington.

Finally, with a rattle the carriages crossed the bridge that spanned over the river at the heart of the valley and then, as the horses broke into a trot they climbed the slight rise to the house. They completed a wide circle, to pull in front of the fountain that Nicole’s father was having built, before finally coming to a stop.

There was a brief silence as the retinue took the time to catch their breath, and then one of the footmen jumped down from the middle of the carriage. He had a spring in his step, and it took Nicole a moment to realise that he was not in the drab uniform of the rest of the men who were present. Instead, he was wearing a rich, green jacket with pink riding trousers. He was unusually tall for a servant and moved with a grace that suggested he was physically fit and able.

Opening the door to the carriage with a flourish, Nicole watched closely as the man turned to his audience, waved a hand through his air and smiled. Nicole giggled, as her eyes settled onto his face and realised that the performer was in fact her brother Joffrey. He had always liked a dramatic flourish, but London had obviously brought it out of him even more.

The door now open, Nicole watched as the occupant disembarked from his ride. He was clearly not much older than her brother, but his personality was very different. Wearing a staid, dark brown jacket that came down to the thighs, he moved with the dignity required of his position as he stepped out of the carriage, placing a top hat on his head. Carefully, he observed the assembled throng with his eyes, taking in every detail. Nicole reasoned that he must be a very intelligent and thoughtful man, as carefully, with Joffrey at his side he stepped forward, toward the house.

As he approached, the servants separated as if they were the Red Sea before Moses and carefully the man climbed the steps with an air and grace befitting of his status. Reaching Nicole’s parents’, he stopped one step short as if deliberately conceding the opportunity to match them in status while Joffrey stepped forward to hug his mother and shake hands with his father. “Father, mother, this is my good friend Lord Wilmington.”

“A pleasure to meet you, welcome to our humble home,” the father said, reaching forward to shake hands with the Lord. Nicole rolled her eyes at the comment, she was very much aware that there was nothing humble about the house, even if it were to fade into insignificance when compared to Lord Wilmington’s house. It was a common thing though, and Nicole had seen many of the lords she had met over the years do it, pretending at modesty when they had massive houses, and servants to run them. She had met Alice’s family, been to their home, and she knew well that for the majority of people they could only dream of such opulent surroundings.

“This is my wife, Lady Caroline,” her father droned on as he continued with the formal pleasantries of welcoming another person of status into the house.

“It is a pleasure to meet you m’Lady,” the new arrival said.

Her father continued with the rest of the introductions, as Nicole, lost interest in the conversation. The realisation that Lord Wilmington was just another boring old fart disguised as a vibrant young man was nothing new to her. Instead, she wanted to focus on the staff that had accompanied him and who she would be able to set Alice up with next.

As her eyes, slowly addressed each of the attendants in turn, Nicole realised that there was a common theme of them all being dressed in drab, boring colours, while none of them stood out particularly for their attractiveness. Until that was, she got to the last carriage. The door was open, and as she watched, a man stepped out, tall and well built, yet he moved with the grace of a man half his size. Wearing a blue jacket, white trousers and riding boots, he was dressed almost as if he himself was also a man of status and yet, as he stepped down onto the ground Nicole instantly knew that he could not be. Her heart caught in her throat, her pussy instantly becoming wet as she watched him instruct the other members of Lord Wilmington’s staff to unload the luggage. She struggled to comprehend what she was witnessing, the most perfect specimen of maleness she had ever seen. Except for one slight issue, the man was a negro. His skin so black, that it seemed to absorb the light around him.

Nicole gave a small gasp, enough that her heavily pregnant sister-in-law who was standing next to her having been summoned by the family, glanced at her. “Are you OK?” she asked as Nicole, forcing her mouth to stay closed, nodded her head.

Thankfully it was the perfect moment as her father had finally reached her, “and this is the delightful Nicole, who I hope will be to your liking.”

Turning her head to look in his direction, Nicole realised that her father was holding out an arm towards her, inviting her to step closer. She froze for a moment, then, before she could move, Lord Wilmington smiled and taking the initiative approached her. Holding out her hand, the Lord took her fingers in his and as he leaned forward to kiss the gloved fingers’ he looked up at her, “now I know how Romeo felt, when he first met his Juliet.” Then, as his lips touched against the thin material of the glove, Nicole raised her free hand to her chest, playing her part to perfection, “Oh Sir, you are too kind.”

“Shall we all head inside?” it was her father who spoke as he invited the new arrivals into the house with a wave of his hand.

Those to whom the invite applied followed his lead and a queue of people formed at the door. Nicole deliberately hung back, looking for Alice as the servant’s dispersed. Their eyes met, and with a nod of Nicole’s head, Alice understood what was required.

They had agreed the matter earlier, before the arrival of Joffrey and Lord Wilmington. Alice was to pump the Lord’s staff for as much information as possible, and by any means necessary. Eager to fulfil her role, Alice allowed a small smile to cross her face, confirming to Nicole in that moment, that she had a wicked plan in mind.

Finally, it was Nicole’s turn to enter the house and as Lord Wilmington took her hand to lead her, the two of them headed for the door. As they did so, Joffrey appeared alongside, “hello Sis,” he said with a grin. “I’m your chaperone for the next few days, here to ensure that Lord Wilmington keeps his mind out of the gutter when it comes to you and your virtue.”

“Thank you, brother,” Nicole replied, glad that there would be at least some protection from the man who she feared was about to become her husband. Below her, the staff dispersed back to the various roles they had been interrupted from while Alice followed the carriages towards the stables.

She hung back, hiding under the shade of a large Weeping Willow as the horse were released from their harnesses and led into the cool of the stable block. There were two men who seemed to be in charge, and they stood around guiding the other footmen as they laughed and joked with the senior staff from the stables.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, the work was complete and the underlings were all taken to find the kitchen and refreshments, while the two bosses retreated into the stables. Sensing her chance, Alice approached carefully, following the sound of the two voices until she got close enough to see them disappearing into a rear room.

Checking around to ensure that the three of them were alone, Alice crossed over towards the door and looked inside. The room was setup as accommodation for the two men, with a bed on each side of the room and a small siting space in the middle.

Now that she was closer, Alice could study them more carefully. There was a noticeable age gap between the two of them, and Alice wondered if they were actually a head stable man and his deputy. They both looked strong, though the younger of the two was noticeably heavier built that the older one who looked thing and burnt by the sun. Stepping inside the room, Alice closed the door behind her, the only light coming from a small window and two candles that stood on a small table between the beds.

“Who are you?” the older man spoke with the authority of someone who had not been challenged in a long time.

“My name is Alice, I am maid to Mistress Nicole, who your Lord has come to visit.”

“Ahhh,” the man replied with a snort, “she’ll be safe with that one.”

“Will she? How?”

“None of your business,” it was the younger man who spoke cutting into the conversation, his voice suggesting that he did not want to speak of the matter at all.

Alice reached behind her back, pulling on a hook that held her dress in place. Giving a quick shrug of her shoulders, the dress fell off, revealing that under her dress Alice was naked but for a pair of white stockings that were tied at the top of her thighs. It was rare, for women of her status to dress in this way, most of the maids wore multiple layers of undergarments, but Nicole preferred it if Alice could get naked in seconds.

The two men looked at her, taking in Alice’s curves, her full breasts, rounded rump and thick thighs. While between her legs, the smooth pussy, unhindered by pubic hair, cried out to be touched and used.

Stepping towards her, the older of the two men took hold of one of Alice’s nipples and tweaked it hard. Alice gasped, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain as the man pulled her closer, his other hand closing around her throat. “A little girl like you wouldn’t know how to cope with me,” he said as he brought his face in close. “I’ll break you, leave you crying and send you back to your mistress begging to be spared such a fucking in the future.”

Alice felt an intense surge of passion at the roughness of the man’s actions, and she found herself in desperate need to have him take her. “You can use me as you please,” she gasped through the slight constriction she felt on her throat, “providing that you give me all I need, as well as all your cum.”

“Really?” the older man replied, then turning to face the other man he laughed, “do you hear that, she thinks she can cope with us?”

The younger of the two men grinned in response, “bring her over here,” he said as he took a seat in one of the chairs.

Alice found herself being led across the room until, she was straddling the younger man while the older one held her in place by a firm grip of her hair. The younger man unleashed his cock and Alice was able to get enough of a look to notice that it was of a decent size. It was only a glimpse though as the older man put pressure on her shoulders and she had no choice, but to sit down and feel it slide into her.

Sliding her hips back and fore, Alice rode the cock while the older man stepped around her, holding her head forcefully in his hands as he bent forward to kiss her. Alice realised that they were overtaken by their desire and that even if she wanted to, there would be no way of stopping them. Instead, she allowed herself to be wrapped up in the moment and resolved to allow them to use her in any way they desired.

The older man pulled her from the lap of his colleague and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her side, rolling on to her back as she let her legs fall open, her snatch eagerly inviting further penetration. Climbing onto the bed, the older man put his hand between her legs, pushing two fingers deep into her. “I’m surprised how loose and accepting you are,” he commented as he added a third finger.

Alice moaned at the depth and width of the penetration as she watched the younger man climbing onto the bed near her head. He pulled on his cock, lifting it up slightly, before allowing it to drop onto her face. It bounced as it hit her chin, before Alice took the tip of it between her lips.

“I wonder if you can take a whole fist?” the older man mused, and Alice made sure that she opened her legs as wide as possible for him. Adding the fourth finger was easy, and Alice looked at him over the length of cock she was sucking, watching how he was concentrating on filling her further.

He smiled, then as he met Alice’s gaze, she saw an evil glint in his eye as he pushed with his hand. “Mmm,” Alice moaned in pleasure, “Nnnn,” she groaned as she attempted to keep control of the feeling of being split open by his hand. Then, with a pop, she realised that he was inside, his whole fist filling and stretching her.

The sensations drove her on, and she eagerly opened her mouth and inhaled the other cock, taking it to the back of her throat until his balls bounced off her chin. “Not many girls can take my whole fist,” the older man said as he started to move it back and fore with speed to the point that Alice felt like she was being punched in the stomach with each thrust.

Suddenly, Alice squeaked and feeling like she had almost pissed herself, she looked down to see that she had squirted all over the man’s hand. He laughed as he pulled his hand out. He wiped it down the front of his clothes, before unlacing his trousers to reveal that he had a large, powerful cock that was already rock hard. “Slut,” he said as he moved between Alice’s legs, lining himself up with her hole before sliding it in.

Alice felt the weight of his body as he started to move his cock in and out of her, filling every inch of her cunt as he fucked her like he owned her. She let it happen, enjoying the sensation of her body being used. Above her, the younger man swung himself around so that he could properly fuck her mouth, his hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he did so.

For a moment, Alice felt like she was being ripped open at both ends as she struggled to breath with the cock in her mouth.

“She is a greedy whore,” the younger man said from above Alice as he pushed himself deeper than ever before.

“Yeah, they obviously breed them slutty down here, I wonder what her mistress would be like?”

“She looked like she would be a nasty fuck.”

“Yeah,” the older man said as he picked up the pace, holding Alice’s legs open as he ploughed into her. Alice could not help herself, as she squirted again, this time covering his cock with a heavy load of her juices.

“Do you think she could manage that thing we tried with that girl in Nuneaton?” the younger man asked.

“Dunno, worth a try though, I bet she won’t squeal like that fuck pig did.”

The two men laughed as Alice wondered what was to happen next. Almost as one, the two men withdrew from her and as the older man pulled her to her feet, and off the bed. The younger man lay on the bed, holding his cock upright as the older one guided Alice until she straddled him again.

Under their guidance, she squatted, taking the tip of the younger man’s cock in her while the older man knelt on the bed in front of her. He pushed Alice backwards, making her lean onto her arms as they extended behind her. Then moving in closer, Alice watched as he took hold of his cock and guided it alongside that of his friend.

“Both of them?” Alice gasped as she realised what was about to happen.

“Both of them,” the older man replied.

“In the same hole, at the same time?”

“Are you objecting?”

“No,” Alice took a breath as she thought about the situation she was in, “OK, do it.”

The older man grinned and moved in closer as Alice felt the start of the stretch that would fill her entire hole.

“How does that feel?” the older man asked, seemingly surprised that Alice had not yelped in pain.

“Sore, but oh so good,” she replied, and the two men pushed themselves even deeper.

To Alice, it felt like their cocks were going to rip her apart, but she had made a promise to Nicole that she would get the information, and besides while it hurt, it was really good.

Confident that they were fully lodged within her, the older man started to rock back and fore in and out of Alice while the other one lifted his hips to pump into her. Then, without warning, the younger one grunted, and Alice felt the warm cum spill from his cock.

“Fucking loser,” the older guy said as the other cock lost its hardness and slipped from Alice.

Picking Alice up, he carried her over to the other bed, his cock remaining locked into her the entire time. Placing her on the bed, he climbed fully on top so that they were having sex like lovers, and not like a hungry cock being fed into a random slut. They kissed, his tongue filling Alice’s mouth as he continued to pound into her warm, and now cum filled pussy.

Alice groaned at the experience, as she felt herself closing in on a third orgasm, but it was not to be. The older man suddenly tensed, his body locking him into place as he achieved his own orgasm. His cum fired from the end of his cock, spilling into the maid, filling her with his heavy load until spent, he rolled off her, collapsing alongside, his body exhausted from the exertion.

Rising from the bed, Alice looked at them both, “thank you,” she said with a smile as she pulled her maids outfit back over her naked body. “Now, if you would just tell me about your Lord, I will leave you both to recover.”

It was the younger man who recovered first, having had more time to rest and recuperate since spilling his seed. “Our Lord?” he asked with a smirk on his face, “Well…”

What will happen next for Nicole and Lord Wilmington, find out in part 3 of A Country Affair.