Tales of a Victorian Hotwife by Morgan Ashewhite

Author:Morgan Ashewhite [Ashewhite, Morgan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2018-07-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

A few hours later the group was once more in presentable shape to greet the guests. The newcomers were Edith, an elegant matron on in her late-fifties, and Anne, her much younger lover, an effervescent woman of nineteen. Edith’s figure had the ripe fullness of a well-kept middle age; the swell of her bosom impressed, her hair, still more black than gray, had a lustrous sheen. Her gaze possessed a similar regality to Viola’s, but with much more warmth. Anne, blonde and vivacious, exuded a spritely energy, and was never still for more than a moment. The petite blonde swirled around the room as she chattered with all, peering at the works of art, out the window, and reading aloud the titles of books on shelves. Her snug evening gown highlighted her pert breasts and rear to great effect.

The new arrivals greeted Frederick’s presence with surprise, until Catherine explained his relationship with Louisa. This was met with subdued politeness from Edith, and outrageous questions from Anne.

The blondes’ eyes were wide with curiosity. “Mr. Highfort, you watched Louisa, she is very beautiful by the way, you watched Louisa with Viola and Catherine?”

“Yes, I did. And please, call me Frederick.”

“Frederick. Such a nice name! You are not jealous? To see her like that?”

“I love her. Seeing her like that, it is … intense, but her pleasure gives me joy. And it adds to our passion!”

“Ooh! I am so envious! I hope to find a love like that someday! Not that I am not fond of Edith. But, we both know this is just for fun.”

“Well, when one is young, life is supposed to be fun!” Frederick nodded in agreement.

Anne nodded vigorously. “Oh yes! It is so lucky that I met Edith. My parents introduced me to her grandson in the hopes that we might be a match. Since I love the piano, he suggested his grandmother, who is quite a famous pianist, might let me play her grand. I met Edith, and there was such a spark. I had, of course, experimented with my friends, but Edith, she is just so … so … tasty!” Anne shot a lustful leer at the matron, who sighed and shook her head.

Frederick let out a chuckle. “Life does have a way of throwing people together by chance.”

“Mmm. We spent the whole afternoon making love. Once on top of the piano too! I learned so much! The engagement never happened, but Edith told my parents I have promise with the piano.”

“You really do, my dear!” Edith interrupted to make a point.

Anne blushed with embarrass pride at the compliment. “My parents agreed for me to become her pupil. Though I much prefer using my fingers for other things beside the piano keys.”

Edith’s lips pursed into a thin line. “Lack of discipline is your weakness.”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, my darling.” She gave Frederick a piteous look. “I have to practice for three hours each day, before I am even allowed a kiss.” Unable to keep up her pretense, Anne’s eyes shone with mischief.

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