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Part Eleven.
Beverley, proud to be driving a brand new car that I had arranged the purchase of, met me at the airport with Epsom. Big hugs and kisses in the arrival hall, and I was sorry that I didn't think to bring any presents back with me. I don't think that worried them, so enthusiastic was the welcome. Throughout the whole drive home it was a constant barrage of questions. What was he like, from Beverley, (in bed was the unspoken question), what presents did you get, (from Epsom), is he treating you right, (sex again from Beverley), will I be able to have my pony now, (from Epsom obviously)? Yes, yes, yes, I laughed in answer to their questions.
You shall have your pony and lots more that you haven't even dreamed about yet,' I said to Epsom, giving her a big hug, and I can't tell you how much I owe you,' I said to Beverley, giving her a punch on the shoulder, `but you'll not be wanting in the future, that I promise you.'
We arrived at the barn to an enthusiastic crowd that seemed larger than the one I had left, and accepted the congrats', etc. Karl was slow in coming forward, but with a few words quietly in his ear, he came back to his normal self.
The few words to him were as follows. Like it or loathe it, it was done. Now either you pull yourself together or we part company. It's not what I want, I told him. I valued him too highly to lose him to petulance, but he must realise that I put Epsom first. I had now secured her future, and, as an afterthought, my own, but I still owed much to the film company we had created and I wasn't about to let it slide into oblivion. So either he bucked up...
I liked the footage already shot, all interior scenes for "Snowbound", and was quickly into the routine for my scenes to finish this side of the filming.
For those of you who have not yet seen the film, I'll give you a brief rundown of the story.
A company of eleven members of a theatrical party are on their way to their next performance, by coach, when, because of an unprecedented amount of snow, get stuck and stranded. They had just passed a large house to which they trudge back and break in to get out of the snowstorm. They find the owners frozen to death inside and also turn up an enormous amount of cash when checking the place out. Don't be misled by the opening. Sex is the predominant theme, but everywhere you turn, a dead body, one of the members of the group, turns up. First they look like accidents, but eventually, the dwindling members of the cast believe that there is a murderer amongst them. As with all animals when trapped, they turn to sex first which is what happens. The sex is gentle at first, but becomes more violent as death seems to be creeping ever closer. I don't condone violence in any form, especially in the sexual act, but it is a natural progression of the story, and only really used in the final sex scene. With only three left alive in the snowbound house, it comes out who the murderer is during the last sex scene, but I'm not telling you here. See the film, or rather buy the video and add to our coffers.
So two weeks later, I was back with Marcel, plus the cast and crew for the outside scenes of snow, lots of it up in the mountains and the shooting of the bus and us as we got stranded.
I was welcomed home as if I had been gone for years, and it was most warming to be greeted with the deference that a countess should expect. After seeing that everyone was ensconced in their rooms, Marcel swept me away to our rooms and there we made beautiful music. I plucked with his strings and fiddled with his bow. Boy, did we fuck!
Marcel's speech at dinner that we held for the crowd, was a minor art of the rhetoric. The boys and girls loved it, and I'm sure that if I hadn't been his wife, and that he was the host, most of the girls would have made a play for him. Nor am I not sure that some of the boys wouldn't have done either.
Lili did admit later that she did succumb to one of the girls that night, and learnt more because of it. When, during one of our massage sessions, she showed me and I knew straight away who she had spent that night with, because it was a trick that I had taught that particular girl.
Marcel couldn't get enough of me, nor me likewise. The bed, floor, bathroom, even in the attic amongst the dust and cobwebs we copulated. I loved him so much I even agreed to anal penetration which he said he had experienced while at boarding school. Being both giver and recipient, though his preference was to be the giver. This time I was to be the recipient. He used a condom with cream as he entered me in the doggie fashion from the rear. It gave him more satisfaction than it did me. My clit ached for the rough passage of a thick cock across it to really excite me. I still came because I frigged myself as he thrust back and forth, his hands tight on my hips as he pumped, and it's not the same for a woman, and I can't really speak for what the man gets out of it. Other than that, we had many times to use his hardness in the right places.
With "Snowbound" in the can and the crew ready to go back to England, I took the bull by the horns and asked Marcel if they could stay and let us make another three films there, using the chateau as a backdrop for the films I had in mind.
Apologies to Hammer Films, but our location was better than the props they used for their medieval horror scams. I wanted to go one better by bringing sex into their domain. With the chateau's battlements, dark corridors and gloomy hall with its imposing staircase, we could outdo them scene for scene.
If it kept me there, Marcel agreed that we could do these films there, to the limit of three to which I also agreed.
It was a foolish premise on my part to think that I could do this filming at the chateau without Marcel becoming involved, but that came later.
First Karl and a couple of the others went back to England to bring over the rest of our gear while I spent hours writing, re-writing, and spending too much time on these scripts than being with Marcel.
Up at dawn with an early breakfast, then working with the scripts. Taking a break after lunch to ride out with Marcel, but cutting that short to get back to work started to cause a strain between us. He started to neglect his work of running the estate to begin coming to me as I was writing the scenarios.
He objected to the amount of exposure that I was giving myself in these. What he didn't object to was the prior work out of the sex scenes. He would read what I had written and then we would perform them. I was fast becoming exhausted.
Not only was Marcel objecting to the sex scenes, he now started saying that I couldn't do them. Why not? I countered. Because you're my wife and I don't want you being fucked by every Tom, Dick and Harry! They're friends! But I'm your husband! Then you do it!
A deathly silence. I've gone and bloody done it now I thought.
Look,' I said, frantically casting around in my mind how to retrieve the situation, be a stand in!' God, what have I said now I thought. Look. We use close ups on the screen right? If, if the script calls for me to suck a cock, what difference does it make if it's yours. We just don't do the long shots. If I'm going to get fucked, you do it! Again we don't do the long shots. You will be the stand in double!' I started to laugh then. Stand up double more like it.' I couldn't help but double up with laughing, and soon he saw the funny side and started laughing too.
That became a standing (?) joke between us. The script was written, and framed that the close up of me giving head or an erection being put inside me, it would be the cock of Marcel. I knew that this arrangement would cause problems with the men who's place Marcel would be usurping in the final act, but with some secret negotiations regarding a special payment, I got round that obstacle.
Then I had further problems with Marcel with him saying that he couldn't perform, doing what I wanted in front of the rest of the crew. This would lower his standards he said. Exasperated, I threw a tantrum. Either we do the bloody filming as we had finally agreed, or I would take the whole bleeding lot back to England and do it as I wanted to in the first place! I stormed off and was most irascible at dinner that night.
I must say that as we left the dining room for our coffee, I did pull Danton to one side and apologised for my behaviour at the table. That's quite alright ma-am, he said, the master must learn that at meal times in the dining room, it is the mistress of the house who is in charge of the table, not the master.
I think Danton was surprised when a complete new wardrobe was delivered to him the following week. Buoyed up by his words, I carried on with my scripts knowing that I was sure I had Danton and the staff right behind me.
Another thing that lifted my spirits even more, was a letter from Richard and Pancho in the States. Send more films they begged. The money they were making from the distributing of our films was becoming embarrassing, and they wanted to be more than embarrassed, they wanted to be insulted.
(Shades of Pooh-Bah from the Mikado.) I quickly wrote back saying that I would do as they asked.
After an extensive tour of the chateau, I found many old clothes, years old, and only being held together by the merest of stitches, that prompted the trilogy that I was writing. Medieval setting, costumes to hand, the timeless building we were living in was perfect.
But I must admit they were a failure. We made money out of them in the long run, but nowhere near enough for us to say that they were a great success. It was most awkward doing the scenes with one of the men coming towards me with his rampant cock swaying about and then switching to the close up of me sucking upon Marcel. Or where the man was between my legs ready and raring to fuck me, and then having to wait for Marcel to take over. It wasn't the same, and I'm afraid it showed in our overall performance.
It gave Marcel a thrill to see the final video and know that it was his cock that was portrayed in the film with me, but it had caused quite a lot of inhibitions within the group, that I decided that we could no longer use the chateau for any more filming.
It had become so uncomfortable for all concerned, that I gave them all a month off, and sent them back to England. I apologised to the staff for the disruption that the filming had caused, which gave rise for Marcel to be annoyed at my doing so, and told them that we would no longer do any more filming at the chateau. (I did in fact make one more there, and it became one of our best sellers. Marcel wasn't involved in this.) In spite of Marcel not liking the fact that I had apologised to the staff, my stock with them went up considerably.
When the others departed, I kept Epsom and Beverley back, because, as we had promised, Epsom got her pony. My little girl was now growing up at an alarming rate and was now becoming quite a beautiful young lady. She took to this aristocratic way of life with much verve. She was as much at ease with any guests that visited, as well as with the grooms and gardeners, cooks and maids. She was quickly learning French and could back chat (her London background) with the best of them. She soon became a firm favourite amongst them all and she only had to lift her little finger for someone to come running to serve her.
Observing this, I had to have a few words with her about where she had come from, and that she shouldn't let all this go to her head. To control herself and remember that she should treat all people as would like them to treat her. As Beverley was there at the time, I think that they both listened and learnt, and I can say that they were the most perfect models of propriety that I have ever seen. They actually behaved better than me in some cases.
Three of us now went out riding. Epsom on her pony, me on my mare, and Marcel on his stallion. Very appropriate for us. Of course, the sexual woodland encounters were out, but Marcel acted as the perfect father to Epsom who blossomed out in his presence and seemed to grow up at an alarming pace. He became besotted with her and nothing was too much trouble for him as far as she was concerned. He liked her quaint accent but with which he took great pains to correct, so that within three months, she was speaking the language like a native.
Beverley was as successful with the language, but soon picked up enough bedroom words for me to know where and from whom she had picked them up. It was the chef that finished up earning her favours. Which gave me reservations about upsetting her in the future as it could affect the quality of meals that we were very quickly being accustomed to.
With Marcel and myself, nothing had changed. He still had that impressive presence at the dinner table. He was a master at the art of talking, whether to a stable man or someone of nobility, he was the epitome of diplomacy, from which I learned a lot. In the ballroom, he had the grace and fluidity of any ballet dancer, but in the bedroom, here he was master of the house. When standing naked in front of the bed, he exuded a power that was only hinted at before. Here he stood proud and I was glad of it! His prick jutting out from his dark bush, hands akimbo on his hips, I couldn't help but slide off the bed and kneel before him.
`My lord and master! What I am about to receive, may I be most truly thankful.'
`You silly woman,' he said, coming towards me, his penis swinging heavily from side to side.
`No I'm not,' I replied, catching and taking that organ into my mouth and sucking on him with all my strength. It took all of his to lift me up off him clear of the floor and lay me down on the bed.
It's a cliché, but his kisses tasted sweeter than wine. His mouth then roved over my body, from my lips down to my breasts, pausing to nibble each nipple, raising them up like organ stops. Then down across my belly and into my bush, but that didn't stop him from finding the folds of my valley. Then his tongue was there. Tickling and teasing my clit before plunging into my hole, somehow using his tongue as a scoop to catch up my juices that he had caused to seep down. I was pulling at his ears as I orgasmed, begging him to turn round or to use his fucking weapon. He swiveled round so that his cock slapped my cheek before I was able to catch it with my mouth. I nearly choked on it and had to give it a bite to stop him being so violent.
We eventually finished up with me on my back and him deep inside the right place. It was a languorous fuck that we had. Both sated, we slept like children.
Then came the revelations.
We had been out riding and instead of us both going back, I pulled off and said that I wanted to visit at one of the farm hand's house. His wife was having problems after just giving birth, and I wanted to see if there was anything that I could do. That was okay and that he'd see me later as he galloped off towards home while I turned towards the village where most of our workers lived. As it happened, there wasn't anything that I could do. Mother and baby were now fine and it was much appreciated that I had taken the time to stop by to enquire. So I was soon back up in the saddle and headed off for home.
I gave over the horse to a groom to unsaddle and wipe down the animal as I went into the chateau and up to our rooms. I entered and went straight through to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. Marcel was flat on his back and Lili, naked, was on top, riding him.
She gave a little scream as she saw me and slid off him and onto the floor, trying to retrieve her clothes.
Leave them and stand there,' I shouted above her wailing, and stop that awful bloody noise.' She subsided into sniffles, but stood there, one arm across her small breasts, the other holding a garment at her crotch. I turned to face Marcel, his back propped up by his elbows, his face white.
`When the cat's away...Tom looks for another pussy. What's the matter with you, or me for that matter?' I shouted at him. I couldn't resist the dramatics. I tore open my blouse so that he could see my big full tits. I pulled it right off and threw it to the floor and turned and sat on the bed.
`Pull these boots off!' I commanded Lili, who quickly dropped the clothes she was holding and quickly bent down to do as she had been told. It was with some effort that she got them off and when I stood up, she didn't need telling, but quickly undid the belt of the jodhpur's and pulled them down. My panties had come down at the same time and so I stepped out of both so that I was naked and then made Lili stand upright next to me.
`What's she got that I haven't got? What's the difference?' I demanded.
`Magnifique! Vive la difference!' was his hushed reply.
I couldn't help but laugh at this Gallic aplomb as I climbed onto the bed. Pointing to Lili, who was still standing there, trembling, I swung my arm to point at the limp state of Marcel.
Lili,' I said in a low, sweet, but dangerously deceptive voice, come here and do something about this, this weak piece of flesh. It was hard when I first came into the room. Now make it hard again.'
She hesitantly came up unto the bed, the other side of Marcel, glancing apprehensively at him, a grin on his face, then she looked at me. I kept my cool and stern expression as I said, Well go on! Take it! Make the fucking thing hard,' I shouted at her, Now!' She put her arm forward and took it into her hand and started to rub it.
`You stupid little cunt! Use your mouth. Suck it. Let me see that you enjoy it!'
Her face was bright red as she held the base of it, her mouth full as she sucked. I then lay down next to Marcel and stroked his chest and lifted his hand up onto my breast with its tight erect nipple.
`Now you've got two toys to play with, haven't you?' I breathed into his ear as I gently nibbled it. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Lili's head bobbed up and down on his now erect cock, and could feel Marcel's body starting to respond.
Now fuck me lover,' I said, rolling over onto my back, pulling him so that he came free from Lili's mouth, the head of his penis, dark red with the suffused blood, and he kneeled between my open legs. Enjoying this, I said, Lili. Help him put it in.' She moved up along the side of me, and taking it in one hand, parted my labia with the other as she guided it in.
He slid in very smoothly, my wetness aiding his penetration. I think that because he had two females on the bed he was over excited. He was as hard as a rock but came almost at once, giving me only one orgasm as he started to shudder as he came inside me. His arms were rigid by my side, his chest heaving and sweat was dripping off his eyebrows onto my face. He couldn't speak for panting as he slowly withdrew from me and rolling off to one side, his wet penis dribbling across my thigh as he did so. He lay on his back with a stupid grin on his face, and I could see that Lili had a smile on her face as well.
Your turn Lili,' I said, pointing between my legs, you can clean up the mess.' Damn it, I said to myself as she went down on me. I thought that might have taken the smile off her face, but it had only got brighter.
I laid back, legs slightly bent, knees wide as I enjoyed Lili's tongue work over my clit and tickle my hole as she took Marcel's fluid out of me as well as my own juice's that I had let flow. My hand brushed against Marcel's wet cock lying limply against his leg. I flicked it with my fingers and told him to bring it up for me to wash.
He quickly got to his knees and spread himself across my upper body so that I could take him into my mouth. I took it all in, rolling it around, tasting him, sucking him clean. His head was turned, watching Lili suck on me, and seeing us both in action was rousing him again, his erection getting larger and thicker in my mouth until he was as hard as he was before.
I pushed him off my face, his cock catching me sharply under the nose as it sprang free.
`Now take Lili from the rear while she's doing me,' I told Marcel. With her arse in the air, he moved behind and putting his hands on her white hips, entered her. At every forward thrust, her nose was buried in my vagina. Big gasps for breath could be heard from Lili at every withdrawal of Marcel, but then she started to choke when I came and shouts from Marcel as he started to come. Moving harder and faster, he pushed Lili's wet face and mouth up onto my stomach. Then her arms gave way and she fell forward, Marcel too, still deep inside her. The sudden weight of the two bodies knocked the wind out of me.
Even over the noise of my gasping for breath, I heard the sucking plop as Marcel pulled out of Lili and lifted himself off to one side. Still heaving, I was then able to roll her off to the other side, she also was gasping the same as me. Lying between them, I wasn't quite sure what to do next. Marcel was cheating on me with Lili, but then I was doing the same in a way. Also I was having it off as it were, when I was filming, so there wasn't much I could say one way or the other. So the best thing really was to accept what had happened and make the most of it. I snaked my arms under the two heads alongside mine and hugged them towards me.
My two best friends in the whole world,' I said as I kissed Lili and then Marcel. I suppose that this now gives me licence to fuck with Willi?' (This being Marcel's valet whose name really was Wilhelm.) This brought forth huge guffaws from Marcel and sent Lili into a fit of giggles.
You...you...of all people...' he spluttered through his laughing, you should have guessed that Willi is, what is your word. A faggot! Yes, he's bent. Didn't you know?' He was now leaning up and looking down at me. I felt my face go red as I admitted that I hadn't noticed, but tried to counter it by asking, `I suppose you know this by personal experience?'
Of course my darling. But I prefer this,' his hand stroking my bush, and this,' his hand then coming over me to caress Lili's small breast.
`When...when did you with Willi?' I asked, curious to know.
`Whenever Lili was, what is it you say...er, having the curse. A hole is a hole is a hole, as they say. Up or down, I didn't care, and I must say that he is very, very good with his mouth.'
Trying not to look shocked, but not very convincingly, I asked him when this all started. He settled himself back down and told me.
`Well we are both of the same age, born just after the war. His father was head groom here, quite old when Willi was born, and didn't live long enough to see Willi's first birthday. So his early life was amongst women. Money being scarce in those days, he was most often dressed in a dress and only had women to imitate as he grew. He was quite effeminate when I started to play with him, though he was now being dressed in my old clothes. Us being the only two boys on the estate, we naturally gravitated towards one another. We played all the normal games that boys do, swam naked in the river, hunted rabbits, you know, the usual things.
Some of the games were dangerous, and I realise now, somewhat sadistic. I had no trouble getting him to dress up as a girl and then be tied to a stake. A fire would be lit and then I would come to the rescue of a damsel in distress. Fight the flames and release `her' from the burning stake. Carry her to safety and lay her down in the hay and kiss and cuddle her.
I didn't connect at the time that it was a boy that I was kissing, but really believed I had just rescued a pretty girl from death. I would kiss him passionately to which he responded, and I would get a hard on at the time. When I revealed my erection, which then seemed huge by comparison to now. Willi being grateful for being rescued, responded with more kisses and didn't hesitate to grasp my erection and jerk, I think that's the word. He'd jerk me off and then suck on it as I came. I loved him for that.
It progressed further than that later. It was becoming a habit for me to get him dressed up as a girl and letting me take advantage of him. After watching the stallion mount the mare, or the bull take a cow, I soon had him on his knees, dress up to the waist and I fucked him.
He obviously loved it, because he started to come up with games that invariably ended with kisses, then sucking to be followed up by fucking.'
Listening to him, Lili had propped herself up on an elbow, and with her other hand, was playing with my clit. My legs were open and receptive to her touch.
`I went away to school and soon found other boys that could be persuaded to be my woman. But at the same time, the school was near a village that had quite a profusion of willing girls that I naturally took advantage of. It was only in the confines of school that I would use another boy for sex. The same applied to college, though there were more women to pick from for that side of my life.
When I returned from my schooling, my father, a most austere man, said as I was now a young gentleman, I was entitled to my own staff. It was he who suggested that Willi be my personal valet to which I had no objections. He was called into the study and told what his new position in the chateau was to be. He bowed and stammered his thanks, and I couldn't stop myself from going over and giving him a hug and a Gallic kiss, asking him if he was sure that he wanted the job.
With a twinkle in his eye, he replied that ever since we had been small boys, all he wanted to do in life was to serve me. My father slapped him on the back and bravo'ed his words.
So Willi became my valet and manservant. He was subservient in all things. As for cross dressing, he only did that in his own room, and would let me know when he was going to do so.
I would go up to his room in the upper reaches of the chateau, and there he would be dressed in the long ago dress of his aunt. He would act out the charade of an afternoon tea party, and let me seduce him. With the tea cups put aside, I would kiss him while undoing his clothes. He would coyly try to push me away whilst still trying to get inside my trousers. Finally, wearing only a garter belt and stockings, he would succumb and go down on his knees and suck my erection.'
Marcel was getting one too as he was telling the story. My hand was helping him as I slowly worked the flesh up and down, feeling the hardness of muscle under that soft silky layer of skin. I was beginning to tremble on the brink of an orgasm from Lili's fingers as he continued.
`I would then pull him off my cock and turn him round, and with a liberal dollop of fresh cream from our tea, I would apply it to the crack of his arse. I then pushed myself into him and would groan and croon as I fucked him. Coming with a savage force, I could see that he sent out dribbles himself at the same time.
He was always there, ready, whenever I wanted or needed sexual relief. Bedroom, bathroom and once in a pantry. Then Lili entered the chateau! Even though I liked fucking Willi and suck on me whenever I wanted it, I lusted after her. That is my darling,' stroking and tweaking one of my nipples, till I saw you! It wasn't long before I bedded Lili, much to Willi's chagrin, but accepted the fact that I was still a man who had the right instincts. He has also now resigned himself to third base, an American expression that I think fits the situation perfectly. Lili, little darling that she is,' his head came up and looked over me at her, also accepts that she has now been relegated to second base.'
His cock was now heavily throbbing in my hand as I orgasmed under Lili's fingers, and within the blink of an eye, we were all three of us stuck into each other.
I was suddenly being fucked by Marcel, ramming in very hard. Lili was above my face as I licked and sucked at her pussy, and I can only assume that they were kissing above my body. That I didn't want, so as soon as I orgasmed, I got the positions reversed. She was being reamed, I was being sucked and it was me kissing Marcel.
All being sated, we lay together with Marcel in the middle, both of us languidly licking his wilting penis, kissing as our lips met over his member. Licking and sucking till it finally lay dormant, hanging limply between his legs.
`No staying power these men,' I said to Lili, giving the limp flesh a poke with my finger. She giggled and said that she must go and see to our bath. My bath to be precise, Willi would see to Marcel's.