Following an incredible and expensive blind date involving a masked ball, Virginia – Ginny – has found her ideal but older man, lost her virginity, and become engaged to be married. Her fiancée, it transpired, was an ardent fan of the author her father, Henry Watson, came to be after first becoming a lawyer.
She has also found out that her Nanny was her father’s lover after he became widowed and handicapped. Now her Nanny’s role has been revised to ‘companion’. That was not her only discovery. Others included Nanny – now Alice – being bi-sexual, Ginny finding she enjoyed lesbian sex with Alice, and that her bed was fitted with restraint ropes…
At 29, Ginny had won a Nobel for Economics, completed a PhD and become a lecturer at the London School of Economics, where her nickname was ‘the Virgin Queen’. As a result of the Masked Ball, her virginity was a thing of the past. Marrying a very rich man would allow her, if she chose, to give up the lecturing and just write books on Economics. A BBC documentary on her had claimed that she was too busy earning fame in the economic world, and was too self-centered, to have any form of private or social life. Hence, her spinsterhood.
That may have been partially true, but Virginia felt it was simpler than that. Until the Masked Ball and Peter, she had never met anyone who ‘lit the blue touch paper’ of her emotional and sensual sides. It was simply that simple.
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The restraint ropes had triggered all sorts of possibilities in Ginny’s mind. She had tried them out with Alice, who had driven her wild by brushing her restrained naked body with a feather. For her next use of them, she planned to be naked and restrained when Peter entered her bedroom on Friday…
For the longer term, there was giving that BBC reporter her comeuppance, and Peter’s fantasy of a threesome. Could the two be combined? In the few days of being alone while Peter was in Dorset, she had realized how much she had changed.
Had she gone from Nun to Sex Addict in one leap? From Saint to Sinner overnight? Who cared. Now she had discovered sex and love in the same place, with the same person, she was going to maximize both.
Ginny may have been dizzily and impetuously in love, but she had not lost her Economist’s logical mind. She may have fallen in love and got engaged in one weekend, and she had the big diamond to prove it, but she was not going to hurry into a wedding in the next couple of weeks. She and Peter would take some time to confirm to themselves and each other that everything was real and long term. They would just have a lot of fun and physical satisfaction proving it.
Her experience, lesbian experience, with Alice also taught her another thing. There was emotional, loving sex, where every movement, every moment, was designed to give or receive love. Then there was physical, consensual sex, where every movement was designed to physically please the giver, the receiver, or both. Emotional love was not part of it, purely the level of physical response.
Alice invited Ginny up to her room on the Wednesday evening, and together they watched a lesbian porn movie before getting into bed naked with each other. Ginny decided that lesbian sex was pleasant enough, being gentler and softer, but she did actually prefer the energy and physical possession of hetero sex. She decided she was missing Peter. In other words, she could and did enjoy lesbian sex, but the physicality, the literal physical energy of hetero sex with Peter, underpinned as it was by their emotional response and feelings for each other, was what she enjoy more. She also realized that, despite her professional strength and self-confidence, sexually she tended to the submissive, at least with Peter.
Ginny and Peter spoke every day, if only for a few moments, and he called her Friday afternoon to say he would be in Kew by 5 p.m. At least her living in Kew, when he was coming in from Dorset, meant he didn’t have to go all through London on a Friday night.
That afternoon, she had a leisurely bath, washed her hair and shaved her body hair, deciding to keep the small, short landing strip she had created the previous weekend. At 4.40 p.m., she placed a feather on the night table, got the ropes ready, and pulled the covers up so that she was completely covered. Then she inserted her hands through the loops and jerked the slip knots tight. She was there, naked, restrained and covered, until discovered and released.
It seemed like ages before Peter was heard coming in downstairs, although he was in fact a few minutes before 5. She heard Alice tell him that Ginny was in the bedroom. She heard the elevator clink its way up – Peter seemed to love that thing – and then heard him stride into the bedroom.
As she couldn’t see him, she couldn’t tell if he could see her, although the big bump in the bed should be obvious. She heard his voice – deliberately made manly and lordly – demand “And where is my Lady?”
She moved a little under the covers, and Alanya Escort then as submissively as she could, replied “My Lord, I am here.”
The covers flew back, and a fully dressed Peter looked down on her restrained naked body. “Now that is a sight for sore eyes for a Lord returning from the battle,” he said. “All trussed up and served for my delight. Shall I save you for a leisurely sweet dessert after dinner, or have you now as an apéritif?”
“As my Lord prefers, but if I am to be an apéritif, I could also be a dessert afterwards, as my Lord commands.”
“How wise you are, m’Lady.”
Standing where he knew she could see him, he slowly stripped, facing her the whole time. He saw her raise her eyebrows when, on removing his briefs, she saw he was already fully erect. He took the feather in his hand and knelt across her such that his scrotum hung down and rested on her pussy between her opened legs.
Gently, really lightly, he dragged the tip of the feather around her nipples, which were now standing up more than Ginny had ever seen. They stood up when she masturbated, but not like this. Tickling her waist directly above each hip also produced quite a reaction, as these were Ginny’s most ticklish spots.
Then, he slid down her legs and, opening her outer lips with his left hand, he teased her clit with the tip of the feather. Now she was really rocking and rolling beneath him.
He put down the feather, and as he lowered himself forward on to her, he widened her legs with his feet. His lips were a little way below her breasts, and he started to kiss his way up her body. She bent her knees and lifted her bum a little, and as his lips reached hers, she felt the tip of his cock just penetrate her pussy lips. A hands-free penetration. As he lifted his face, she whispered “Welcome home, my Lord.”
She couldn’t embrace him, caress him, dig her finger nails in to him, and he was laying on her providing no support for his weight so as to pin her down like a wrestler going for a fall. She was completely vulnerable. She marveled once again how far into her his cock seemed to reach when he impaled her like this. She also marveled at how erotic, exotic, sensual it felt when he started to create the rhythm of thrust and withdrawal inside her body.
Today was Friday, and they had made love on Monday night. But it was still a surprise to her how hungry she was for him, for his love, his wit, his shaft, and in particular, his sperm. She felt the surges working up his shaft and exploding inside her, and then her own explosion and, despite being full with his penis, her juices still managed to squirt out.
They lay there, him on top of her, like two partially deflated balloons, and then she felt him loosen the slip knots, and finally, finally, she could embrace him.
After a long embrace he rolled off her, and then got on his side to look at her. “A welcome home like that sure makes going away worth it.” They kissed, and together headed for the shower.
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Alice, as Nanny, had been a lot more than a nanny. She had been the house secretary, accountant, bill payer, chief cook and bottle-washer. As chief cook, she had developed a formidable array of ‘plates-des-Maison’, as she thought of them. Tonight’s dinner was one of them – roasted duck in an orange and lemon sauce that was more citrusy than sweet, served with baby roast potatoes, and asparagus, followed by a lemon meringue pie with mountain-high meringue and fresh whipped cream. A nice Canadian Okanagan Chardonnay, with its citrus hints, was a perfect match.
Peter looked at Alice as they were eating. “We must talk about how we shall, together, run the household, assuming I can get this young lady to complete the deal and marry me. We shall need, quite often, to host dinner parties, and I recognize, Alice, that your culinary skills are more than adequate for the task. But, it is my preference to have you at those parties as a member of the family, and not have to work them as the cook – even the head cook.”
“I see,” said Alice.
“On the other hand, I can tell by the excellence of your cooking that it is a personal pleasure to do it, and not a chore…”
“Indeed.”
“So I would like you to investigate looking into bringing in someone who can do the odd family dinner just for us, plus the formal ones, and have you indulge us with your masterpieces on all the other nights. Does that seem a workable arrangement to you? From my perspective, it’s the best of both worlds. When it is just us four, it will be predominantly your cuisine, and for formal functions it will be your menu, supervised by you, but leaving you free to enjoy the party.”
“I think, Peter – if I may call you that – such an arrangement would indeed work well. I am happy to do any role you and Ginny ‘cook up’ for me except one. If you have any children, my days as a baby’s nanny are well behind me.”
“I think that is perfect. And as for calling me Peter – call me anything you like except Alanya Escort Bayan late for a dinner as good as this. Whatever the administration has been for running the household should remain in place – just let me know if you need me to top up funds at any time, especially, Ginny, if you forsake some of your paying roles in the future.”
“I haven’t decided if – or when – I may give up some of my ‘paying roles’ as you call them. I like writing for the Economist, which isn’t too odorous – some research and a day or two actually writing it. There’s a couple of book ideas I wouldn’t mind working on. I was thinking of cutting back LSE to a couple of courses for this coming year, and quitting completely next summer.”
“Whatever you choose, my dear.”
Ginny looked at him and smiled. “Well, I’d like to spend a lot of time in your world. It could inform me greatly for my Economist articles and allows us to spend time together. Too big a teaching load would prevent that. And it would give us more time to make those babies Alice is worried about.”
Alice’s mouthful of wine was contained in Alice’s mouth, but only just.
Once Alice had resumed normal breathing and not choked to death, everyone had a good laugh.
“Seriously, though,” said Peter “We four are family. Alice has been with Ginny almost Ginny’s whole life, and was her father’s partner for his latter years – even if Ginny didn’t know. Janet and I have known each other almost as long as we have been alive. We are all invested in each other, and we should learn to treat each other as family. Okay, so my companies bring in the money, but what good is money without a valid reason to spend it. You can’t take it with you.”
Alice said, “I have been ‘in service’ most of my working life, but all this kind of takes me out of service without taking me out of the life I have known for so long, so I am grateful to Ginny – and to you, Peter – for what you are proposing. But that cook, when I find her, had better be good or she may finish up as the major ingredient in a recipe similar to Shepherd’s Pie that I shall call Inadequate Cook Pie.”
They all agreed to drink to that, when they stopped laughing.
“So,” said Ginny, “If we are going to talk about dealing with ‘inadequate’ people, I want to talk about that BBC reporter.”
“Don’t be too cruel to her,” said Peter, “If her interview of you hadn’t been so out of balance, I may never have cooked up my little scheme.”
“Maybe, but her interview did damage my reputation, or at least, color it in the wrong way, with many of my students, and with some of my more casual colleagues who do not know me as a friend. She made me out to be callous, cold-blooded, and emotionless. Every student to whom I have given a lower mark than they wanted is going to use that interview to malign my evaluation of their work. Alice, tell Peter and Janet what you have learned about that woman.”
Alice put down her knife and fork. “Last week I bumped into an old girlfriend – and by that I mean an ex lover. She is now living with that reporter, Ashley Roberts. It turns out that Ashley actually has quite the crush on Ginny. Because Ginny didn’t seem to notice her attempt to seduce Ginny is why she was so rotten to her in the finished edit. According to my friend, Ashley is an incredible lesbian lover. To put it simply, she planned to fuck Ginny stupid after the interview, after she sent the camera man home. But as Ginny didn’t play ball, she made the pitch that your virginity prevented you from being capable of emotions of love or sexual desire. Apparently, according to Ashley, you have buried your womaness – if there is such a word – under your academia.” This last was said turning towards Ginny.
“I have always avoided saying her name, but I suppose I need to use it for the plan I have. Peter, you told me you have a fantasy of a threesome with me and another woman. Would Ashley interest you in that role if we were able to arrange it?”
Peter smiled. “l have to agree she is a very attractive woman. But is she so much a lesbian I would be ignored? I mean, Ginny, if you and I had a threesome with Janet, you would enjoy Janet immensely, but Janet would ignore me.”
Janet laughed. “You under-estimate yourself, Peter. In a threesome with you, I would enjoy both of you. I just would not have one on one hetero sex with any man. I once willingly gave up my hetero virginity to a man, but I was kissing his wife at the time!”
“Good Lord, Janet! Do I know him?”
“Yes, Peter, he is one of the Names in your Syndicate at Lloyd’s. He invited me to dinner so he could watch his wife and I have sex.”
“Well, I never. And I bet I can guess who but I won’t say the name now…”
Ginny was looking at Janet completely differently. She decided she was going to have to have a little physicality with Janet sometime very soon. Having found out how much she enjoyed sex, Ginny was now determined to make up for lost time.
Peter opened another bottle of wine, and filled everyone’s Escort Alanya glass. Then he said “So, Ginny, am I to assume that your planned comeuppance for Ashley is to indulge my wish for a threesome with yourself and her?”
“The comeuppance would be having it on video. She has made a big thing, career wise, out of supporting women and showing up men as being exploitive. She has expressed often that her personal life – and in particular, her sex life – has no space for men. My plan is to have her interview me again, when you and I reveal that our relationship is older than it actually is and that you have been planning to marry me for a while….”
“Well, I have been planning to marry you for a while, so that part is true. But, it is also true that you didn’t know.”
“… and that her blinkered determination to promote her own brand of ardent feminism led her to miss getting the story of our relationship and upcoming engagement. When I told my assistant that you had been working up towards an engagement for some time, she didn’t question it. Just said she hadn’t realized I had been dating.”
Alice spoke up. “The point with Ashley is that, although she does interview men, and does it quite well, she is very public on the fact that she is totally lesbian. The reality is that this day and age, most people don’t care who goes to bed with who, or the number of genders present in the bed except when public people make a thing about who they bed. So she couldn’t risk it coming out about her with a man, as it would result in charges of hypocrisy, which would not impress the BBC.
She may well have been to bed with men, and may well enjoy it – she just doesn’t want anyone to know about it. So if Ginny grants her another interview to reveal her engagement, which we haven’t officially posted yet, then she is going to have to admit she missed finding the relationship in her first interview. And when she knows your threesome session is recorded, she won’t be able to risk you hinting at it to the press.
I believe she will actually have to climb down and apologize to you for the characterizations she made of you in the first interview.”
Peter sat quiet for a moment. He reached for Ginny’s hand. “I do appreciate that you are willing to grant me my fantasy of a threesome with you. I predicted to myself that your reputation for being totally a-sexual was not true, merely that no-one had found how to light your ‘little blue touch paper’. Hopefully, we will be exploring the exotic and erotic side of sex for a long time, and if this plan is what you want, let’s go for it.
But there is something you need to know that we may be able to use. She interviewed me herself once. She kept trying to dig out of me the names of ladies I was dating, and, as my father taught me, I was brought up on ‘a gentleman never tells’ basis. She offered me a threesome if I would tell her who I was dating. I have it on tape, as she sent me a copy – at my lawyer’s instruction – of the original recording, pre-edit. It’s all in there, including a face shot while she makes the offer.”
“Actually,” said Ginny, “That fits in nicely with my plan to get her to offer to bed me and we turn it into a threesome on her. Except we’re the ones doing the recording. I’m beginning to hope that Ashley is as good in bed as they say, then this may not be a one off event.”
Discussion became much more general for the rest of the meal. However, at the end, Ginny said to Alice, “I think I have a plan for Ashley, but we need to get the hot tub on the back deck fixed for it to work. Do you think you could follow that up next week?”
Suffice it to say that over the weekend, Peter and Ginny worked assiduously on making sure that they were getting to know each other in every sense of the word, including biblical.
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The tech came to look at the hot tub on Monday. Peter and Ginny were out, as Peter showed her the incredible inside-out design of the new Lloyd’s of London building, with it’s floor to roof hollow core, and loads of floors of busy underwriters that overlooked the hollow core like shelves up and down the building. She met some of the Names of his syndicate, and had lunch with them, and couldn’t help but wonder if she had met the man that had taken Janet’s hetero virginity!
As was her norm, as soon as she got home from the trip, she wrote up detailed notes of what she saw, who she met, what they spoke about, in case it came in useful for an article later. She had once had the experience of hearing a politician make a racist remark. When he denied it later, she quoted him in one of her Economist articles, and specified time and place and who else was there. His resignation was not long after her article was published.
It turned out that the problem with the hot tub was not too serious. Mice had eaten some insulation and produced a short circuit. The tech put in new wiring, and wrapped some fine mesh around the electronics to prevent them getting there again. Given their proximity to Kew Gardens, the mice were never going to be eliminated unless the Queen’s gardeners went after them. That was unlikely, given that dead mice laying around would not be good in a tourist attraction, especially one that was one of the Queen’s palaces.