The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Cassie looked at me and giggled: 'Silly boy! I don't have a headache. But this gives me an opportunity to break up the party for Fanny and Charlie. With that pair, I don't know who is the more keen to get their hands on each other! Out of politeness, they'll play at most two rubbers of bridge and then Fanny will yawn, say she is feeling tired as will you and Charlie. This will bring the evening to a close nice and early, so Fanny and I can enjoy the luxury of a nice unhurried night of love-making. 'We worked out this strategy when Mama went out of the drawing-room for five minutes whilst you and Charlie were polishing off your port.' 'You clever girl,' I said admiringly. 'I'll be back as soon as possible.' 'Good, I'll be waiting for you,' she said, pursing her lips to blow me a kiss as she pushed down her doorhandle. 'Don't forget, you can use the connecting door so it won't be necessary to go out again onto the landing.'

'I'll be as quick as I can,' I promised as I waved goodbye and took the opportunity of relieving my bladder in the guests' W.C. before I hurried back down the stairs to rejoin the others. By the time I returned, Polgrave had set up the bridge table over which he had placed a linen tablecloth as the baize needed repairing.

Someone had thoughtlessly let his cigar burn a large hole in the fine green baize. We cut the cards and I drew Elena as my partner. The first few hands were uneventful, but then I found myself in a contract of four spades, which Charles had doubled and when Elena laid down her cards, I discovered that she y had been guilty of substantially overbidding the strength of her hand. 'Perhaps I shouldn't have raised you to four,' she murmured as I studied her cards. 'Not with only holding a trump suit of length without strength.' 'That's never a good position in which to find oneself,' said Charles with a throaty chuckle, but neither Elena nor Fanny took offence. I smiled whilst I pondered upon which way I should finesse the queen of hearts.

I made up my mind and when I craned forward to pull the knave of hearts from Elena's cards, she also leaned forward giving me a closer look at her bulging, ripe breasts. Like Fanny, she was wearing an evening dress with a fashionable, low neckline. 'I must slip off these new shoes,' she murmured. 'They'll be all right once I've worn them in, but right now they are somewhat uncomfortable' As if this were not distraction enough, seconds later I felt a silk-clad foot sliding up against my leg. I became so flustered that after Fanny had played a small heart, instead of taking out the three from my hand, I inadvertently played the ace – to Charles's great disgust for he was now forced to play his singleton queen! 'Fortune favours the brave,' commented Fanny good-naturedly, although under the cover of the tablecloth, I now felt Elena's foot insinuate itself higher until her toes were rubbing against my inner thigh and my cock had swollen up to bursting point! Heaven knows how I managed to follow suit, let alone play out the rest of the hand, but amazingly enough I managed to make the contract and win the rubber. As Cassie had forecast, this was the signal for Fanny to acknowledge defeat and to ask if she too could be excused as she wanted to wake up early and go out horse-riding before breakfast. 'By all means, Fanny,' said Elena graciously. 'But before you go upstairs, gentlemen, as I know how interested you both are in painting, I must show you the latest etchings my husband bought from Mr. Geogliegan's gallery on his last visit to London.' 'Aunt Elena, I've already seen them and as I'm feeling rather tired, would you mind if I browsed through the pictures in your studio tomorrow,' said Charles with a weary smile. This request hardly displeased Elena who nonchalantly replied: 'Yes of course, dear boy, off you go. I don't want you to over-tire yourself as I've arranged lots of nice things for you to do tomorrow.' But nothing as nice as fucking Fanny, I thought to myself, as Charles wished us good-night and left Elena and I alone in the drawing-room.