Darcy rode his hunter bruisingly through the woods. Kicking it on each time it threatened to falter. He had worked up a considerable sweat and was determined to ride until he was too exhausted to feel the physical pain of his yearning. Four weeks Susan had been away, and another 6 stretched out before him. He wished he'd never agreed she could go to visit her damned fool mother for so long. Never again would he agree to go for so long without her in his bed, her warm soft mouth... Damn!
He had known before marriage that he was uncommonly attracted to his wife. Most men of his class accepted wives who were suitable. Hopefully they were attractive enough to make the job of getting an heir acceptable at least. They were then free to satisfy their basic instincts on whatever young women, or men, took their fancy. In his younger days, Darcy had been no different. His youth was pampered and he had taken pleasure where he had found it. There were many regrets he would later have but his times spent with luscious young women and beautiful young men were not among them.
And now he was desperate for his own wife. The beautiful and proper Elizabeth had turned out to be an eager and wiling pupil in the bedroom. He could not forget his first night with her. He had expected staid and patient intercourse, but what he had found was anything but. She had stripped for him slowly, keen for his approval but surprisingly unhesitant. And when he had taken her in his arms, the mouth she pushed hard against his was hot and open. They had kissed passionately, her tongue exploring the new ground of another's mouth. He squeezed her breasts just firmly enough to feel her intake of breath, and then moved his hands strongly down her body. She had reacted each time his movements found a new sensitive area, until finally she was moaning as he pushed between her sweet pale thighs. She had sat on the bed then and helped him begin to unfasten his own breeches. When his cock was revealed she had taken it quickly and gently into her hands.
She was curious and soft as she began to stroke repeatedly down his burning shaft. Impressed, he had watched as her beautiful eyes drank in his length. When she glanced up at him he took her face in his hands and pushed his thumb across her soft lips. What happened next was probably the greatest shock of the night and the first time he began to suspect she was not what he had thought. Smiling, she first took his thumb into her mouth and he couldn't help but groan softly as the warm tip of her tongue danced along the end of the digit. Delighted with the response, she backed off slightly and the moved forward again, this time moving to take his swelling shaft into her mouth.
Temporarily astounded, he could do no more than stare as his considerable length disappeared into her welcoming mouth. She pushed forward hungrily, devouring him until she could take no more and had to stop with a small groan. He began to move himself, sliding across those beautiful lips and hot tongue. He stared at her face, which was lost in concentration, almost unbelieving that his proper and innocent wife was giving him the greatest pleasure he had known in years.
She sucked deep and firmly, stroking his shaft and also toying with his scrotum, bringing him right to the brink. As he began to call out in ecstasy she moved back and grabbing his taut member in her hand pulled expertly at it to pump his sweet explosion over her upturned face. Staring down at the warm sticky residue covering her flushed cheeks and dripping onto her wonderful breasts he knew he had gotten more than he had bargained for.
And now, a few months later he felt the animal need to unleash his desires. Elizabeth had of course encouraged him to continue his regular dalliances. She even asked him about his adventures and took great pleasure in having him recount his exploits in the marriage bed. On a couple of occasions she had told him of particular wenches she thought he should tumble and then joined in happily. They had shared young women before, and would again. And nor was she a prude. She had wanted desperately to know of his meetings with young men and at his request had pleasured herself while he had told her about them.
He returned to the stables tired but not feeling much better and strode angrily down the centre aisle until he heard a noise in one stable. A young man, not more than 20, came to his abrupt call, and caught the reins that were peremptorily thrown in his direction.
"See to him," Darcy snapped, as he unbuttoned his coat. The lad smiled, but quickly bobbed his head, and began to walk the horse into an empty stable. Looking thoughtfully after him, Darcy realised he had not seen the lad before and began to follow. He remembered Stafford, the head groom, had said something about needing more help in the yards and assumed this must be one of the new blood. He watched as the fellow quickly took of the bridle and began to unstrap the saddle. There was no doubting that he knew his way around a horse. He was slightly built but worked quickly, his lithe torso bobbing swiftly.
Looking closer, Darcy noticed clean hands and well shaven and delicate features. The boy was certainly above the common village stock. Suddenly his mind was off equine questions and again consumed with an urgent desire. He leant casually against the door, enjoying the show and allowing his eyes to wander freely over the energetic youth. He was not sure whether Stafford shared his appreciation for beautiful and acquiescent young men, but By God, he had chosen wisely.
