The Secret Chronicles of Henry Dashwood, Vol. 2

Anyhow, I would still rather be fucked by a real cock than by a comforter tonight.' There was a brief silence and then Cassie lifted her head and said: Ah, I think I have the answer. Henry, how would you like to watch Fanny being fucked by Charlie? Would that give you a hard-on?' 'Well, such an entertainment should certainly be most stimulating,' I answered. 'But surely they won't want to make love in front of us.' 'What the mind doesn't know, the heart won't grieve over,' declared Cassie. 'Go into your room and slip on a dressing gown and a pair of slippers and I'll show you what I have in mind. All should be well so long as Fanny has gone to Charles's room and not vice versa.' Well, no one has ever accused me of being slow in coming forward if there is anything on offer connected with my favourite activity and I hurried into my room to do as Cassie had asked. When I returned she took my hand and after telling me to keep very quiet, she opened the door of her room. After making sure that the coast was clear, we tip-toed out across the landing, turned left along the corridor and I followed Cassie into a small room on the other side of the house. Once safely inside, she said quietly: 'I'm afraid that the Morley family have one or two skeletons in the closet besides those you know about already. To be blunt, my paternal great-grandfather Sir Beresford Morley was; a voyeur who loved nothing better than to see his spouse being serviced by the lusty grooms employed in the stables. To do this, he had two sets of peep-holes made in the wall so that he could watch unseen whilst his young servants pleasured his wife. Mind, in all fairness to the old rogue, he first obtained his wife's permission to bring in a carpenter to carry out the work.' 'A most interesting tale, Cassie, and I recall reading somewhere that this strange aberration is more prevalent than one might think,' I remarked. Whilst I pontificated, Cassie had brought up two chairs which she placed side by side against the wall. 'Sir Beresford clearly liked to watch in comfort,' I observed as I followed her instruction to sit down.

Then she pointed out a tiny handle, about the size of a farthing, which she motioned to me that I should pull to one side. I obeyed and a small piece of the wall slid away into a groove, leaving a space large enough to peer through into the next room. I placed my eyes to the wall and sure enough I had a grandstand view of Charles and Fanny lying together in the big double bed. The beside lamps were still lit and I speculated that the pair were resting after a vigorous bout of rumpy-pumpy. As luck would have it, less than a minute after Cassie and I took our seats for the show, so to speak, Charles stirred and threw back the bedclothes as he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and murmured that he was just going to the bathroom and would be back shortly. 'Jolly good,' said Fanny as she sat up and stretched out her arms. She did not immediately replace the covers and I drank in her celestial beauty as she brushed strands of silky blonde hair from her face. I licked my lips whilst I stared at Fanny's superb young breasts and her high-tipped erect nipples jiggled up and down as she slid her legs out of the bed. I was now able to admire her shapely thighs and the thatch of dainty golden curls which frothed around her pussey. And as expected, my cock began to thicken at the sight of the shell-like lips of Fanny's cunney pouting out so prettily from the hirsute blonde bush. The spell was broken by Charles opening the door of the bathroom and walking briskly back to the bed.

'Ah, that's better,' he grinned as he sat himself down next to Fanny on her right hand side, slipping his arm around her waist. 'It's no wonder that I needed a pee, I polished off almost a complete bottle of champagne by myself during dinner. But why have you got out of bed, my darling? Do you also wish to visit the bathroom?' 'No, I was just feeling rather warm,' she answered as Charles kissed her large tawny titties. 'Ooooh, be careful, Charlie, you know how I adore having my nipples kissed. Don't start something that you won't be able to finish.' 'There's no danger of that,' he growled, moving her hand down towards his stiffening shaft. Their faces moved closer together and then their lips meshed whilst Charles cupped her bosoms in his hand and Fanny slicked her hand up and down his swelling shaft.