The English countryside is good for some things, especially sex. The isolation and vast wilderness, and closeness to nature, fresh earthly scents. I was a lord of minor standing, hereditary, and after a relatively good career on Fleet Street, I decided to retire to the countryside at a youthful age and work as a remote broker. I had enough connections to make this work, both business and technological. In my little manor house of my forefathers, my study was like a villain lair, 9 monitors 3 by 3, spewing forth international stock, bond and currency markets.
I brought with me my lovely wife Mila whom I met in the banking circle when she was a youthful ambitious lady. She is a stunning girl, and I deserve her and won her fair and square. Her face was strong, with dark eyes and brows, and wide lips, a luscious sultry look, very alluring and seductive. Her dark hair was long and like midnight, and she always commanded the attention of any room she entered. She had the fresh look of the girl next door, combined with all the power and grace of a mature woman – a heady combination. But when she smiled she lit up the room.
“You are my prize from London, babe, my victory lap,” I joked.
“You better keep me happy milord, or I will get restless,” she replied gazing at me dreamily.
Mila had a slim tight figure with amazing muscle tone – she was perennially fit. Her medium-firm boobs were amazing, such delights. Her nipples were small dainty and suckable. Her ass was small and cute and I loved taking it in both my hands and squeezing. When we moved in, we fucked everywhere. Some of our places included the great hall in front of the fireplace, then outside in the summer stone gazebo, then in the musty basement, and up in the attic. We did not keep servants, except part-time maids. That was a good thing cos we fucked like country rabbits everywhere. She was full of life and laughter.
My favourite was laying her flat on the ancient carpets and admiring her beauty with her looking up at me smiling, then I pounced upon her like a hound, licking and slurping, then boning her with my hard cock, she giggling and purring. That aside I loved fucking her in secret outdoor locations, with only cows, crows and squirrels looking on in awe. She loved best feeling the wind on her naked flesh, and me admiring it.
“Suck and drink me, milord, like the maid I am,” she gasped as I fucked her hard, teasing on some of our role play.
It did not seem any British rain clouds could put us down. It was always sunshine and rainbows, but that isn’t life. And things creep up on you. We lost the first baby a few years in, a miscarriage. It was utterly terrible. Mila was so looking forward to a baby, she came from a large family, and a long line of fertile, strong women. That first miscarriage almost broke her, and it took my all to nurse her back physically, mentally and spiritually. Thank God we lived in the country largely stress-free, and that I took care of things, or it would have been worse. Slowly the colour came back to her cheeks and she smiled again, then she laughed and ran again, then we started fucking again.
The second blow was much worse. When we lost the 2nd baby, it was almost at term. Mila entered a catatonic state. She did not eat for weeks. She retreated to the upstairs bedroom. I had her family and friends over for weeks, but she did not emerge. This was a self-imposed exile. I embraced and kissed her, but the fire was out. The woman in her had fossilized, and I was helpless, I did not know how to bring her back to life.
“This is my fault, for my past sins,” she muttered darkly one day when I least expected it.
I refused to believe it. I had known her for years, she was not a bad person. I refuted her statement, but she continued to blame herself. I could not convince her otherwise. Perhaps it was a retreat, an escape for her. I felt even more lost and unable to close the yawning divide between us. She seemed like a woman on a distant boat heading out to sea, and I was stuck on shore unable to swim out or pull her back. There was love, no sex. There was no life. I became insanely busy with work as an escape, and she remained lost in her bed staring at the TV or window or books, and the house fell into the dirt. I was bothered and called an agency to send in a maid.
Naomi appeared at our door right after. She was a beautiful woman with a stunning face. She had lovely petty eyes and lashes, a sharp feminine nose, and wide luscious shapely lips that looked suckable. When she smiled cute little dimples appeared. She had short cropped auburn hair. Her eyes were a deep brown and shone with life and energy. Her body was spectacular, with large massive boobs and a huge wide curvy ass. My cock hardened at the sight of her, the very first, moment, in the most erotic of maid uniforms. I had trouble focusing, she smiled slightly.
“I heard about your wife, sir, please know I am here for you both, in mind and heart,” she said smiling gently.
I thanked her and showed her around. Her perfume was delicate and piqued me. I bumped into her soft body by accident, and my cock stayed rock hard and must have poked her a few times, and she only smiled. She understood a man like me must have been without a woman’s love for a while. It was amazing having such an understanding woman to take care of us.
The days went a little better. Naomi kept us clean and well-fed, and she bathed Mila, helping her into and out of the prepared bathtub, drying her and helping her dress. It was a sisterly care I was so grateful for and I said this many times to Naomi. They talked for days about their lives and they became very close, there were no secrets between them, as women tend to be once they trust each other.
Other times I felt like cooking stuff, as I had in the past, and I did make a few dishes with abandon and even started to enjoy myself, humming. On the first such night, I turned to see Naomi offer her help, and so she cooked alongside me, with my cock hard, enjoying her company.
“I am so happy Naomi is here with us, and she makes you happy,” said Mila suddenly from the kitchen door.
We both spun around in surprise. Mila never came down, but she must have heard us and wanted to join. We led her to the kitchen table, and we carried on, Mila watching us intently. For the first time in months, as we joked, Mila laughed out loud with Naomi, at my expense, and I smiled looking at both women proudly. What a lovely household we made, I was so blessed to have 2 beautiful girls with me, even though things were not as happy as they could be. We ate and started cleaning up. On her way out, Mila thanked us both, and then she whispered something in Naomi’s ear, who blushed, nodded and looked at me. Later that night I was upstairs, reading to Mila, and she utterly shocked me.
“If you want to be with Naomi, for your needs, I understand and accept,” she said smiling.
I almost fell off the bed. I stringently denied any involvement in cheating or sex with Naomi. Mila smiled and nodded saying she knew, but she still meant it. I could be with her, she had my blessing. I still denied it, but she insisted. She made me promise to take care of my needs somehow and that she preferred it to be with Naomi than anyone else. I slowly backed off, amazed at how open-natured Mila was. I finally understood what she had said to Naomi, their inner code. She explained she had said the same to Naomi, to take care of me. I left the room with my head spinning.
A few days passed. Things were a little weird in the house but eased quickly. At times I caught the girls looking at each other and smiling with an inner joke, and I was pretty sure what it was. One night I sat in the great all, in a massive leather chair, I was lost in reverie, pondering the road ahead. What should I do where should I pivot, and how could I keep these women safe and happy? I felt a light touch on my shoulder, I had not even heard Naomi approach. I was going to speak but she hushed me.
Naomi stood in front of me in her maid uniform, a small skirt to her upper thigh, and her magnificent body in front of me. She had a sultry look and seemed determined. She leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, and I relented, for I had been prepared by Mila. I sucked her luscious lips and took in her scents. She flashed her brilliant smile, rose and took her magnificent boobs out, they were soft and heavy, with huge ghost areolas, peaked by cute nipple buds. She leaned forward and pulled my head in and I fell on them, sucking greedily. I had not had a woman for a long time since Mila became ill, and it was such a welcome return. She moaned and offered me both her boobs and I sucked.
Then Naomi stood and took it all off. What an incredible woman, soft and curvy, with artistic tattoos running down her arms and legs. I turned her and licked her massive ass, enjoying the supple flesh. I turned her again and put her on the other sofa and spread her legs, and her dark pussy flaps opened for me. I licked and slurped, taking in her womanly juices, she moaned and closed her eyes. I threw off my clothes pulled her up, and gave her a deep kiss. I lay down on the soft animal rugs, my hard cock pulsing, and I gazed up at her womanly beauty, highlighted in the blazing fire of the great hall. Naomi came over and sat on my cock gently and rode me like an English farm girl, and I sucked her soft wide nipples as she leaned forward. It was a magnificent fuck, we were both denied for so long, just enjoying what God gave man and woman. I came inside her and we lay on the rug.
She turned to me, breathing lightly, and said, “Don’t feel guilty. Mila wanted this for us.”
I nodded but I still felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. Like I had crossed a river of no return. I kissed her on the forehead and left it at that. She told me how she had broken up with a bad man after many wasted years, and never had kids, and came to the country as an escape. She said she felt eternally grateful to be with us. We fucked a few more times until we were fulfilled, then we went to our respective bedrooms. The next day at breakfast Mila knew as she was beaming, but she did not say anything. We talked like everything was normal.
A few nights later I was summoned to the master bedroom. I had a knot in my stomach, was something wrong? I entered, it was candlelit, and there were little treats on the side tables, and some drinks, but on the bed an angelic vision greeted me. Mila and Naomi were in sexy European lingerie, transparent, their boobs and pussy visible, with their legs folded. I was dumbstruck.
“Babe I want this for me, I want this for us, and I want it for Noami,” said Mila.
Naomi in turn replied naughtily, “And I just want to fuck you both.”
They both roared in laughter and jumped off dragged me to the bed pulled off my clothes, and clambered around me. I was just amazed at Mila. The old girl was back, but in a different form, wiser, more settled. I fell between them, naked, and they both stroked my cock with their soft hands. I decided to do what any lucky man would do, enjoy them both for what they are, two angels sent to me. I took out both pairs of boobs and leaned back and sucked as they stuffed my face and mouth with their nipples. They stroked my cock harder and harder, and they kissed above me, then kissed me, then each other.
I fucked them both alternately. In one scene I created a human centipede, fucking one as she ate the pussy of the other, and switched girls. In another I had one sit on my face while the other rode my cock, and they loved each other. My favourite was lying below them as they competed to stuff my mouth with their hanging boobs and I tried to suck all 4 together, it was a twister. I then pounded them doggy style. I came inside both of them multiple times. We lay in a tangled mess of naked flesh after each pairing, feeding each other, regaining energy, and then we went again. Afterward, we soaked together in the massive tub and bathed each other. The days passed thus. It was a strange world, it was our world. We were lost in pleasure. Mila recovered completely, and Naomi was now one of us. One day I was alone at the breakfast table, and the ladies came over and kissed me, and stood in front of me. I was worried once more.
“Babe don’t worry it’s good news,” reassured Mila, and she looked at Naomi and put my hand on her belly.
“I am carrying our baby,” gushed Naomi, looking at both of us and hugging us.
I was just floored. What the actual fuck. I had never even bothered to consider birth control. What fresh hell had arrived? The girls giggled and told me this was the plan. Mila had decided to stay on birth control, and Naomi timed our sex with ovulation. They had both decided this was the way forward. It took a little convincing but I settled into it eventually. I worried about the society outside.
“Just consider yourself a sheik, and now you have 2 wives. Or you are being true to your forebears, they all had mistresses.” they joked laughing.
So the months passed. Naomi swelled, and we had sex together. Eventually, she birthed our baby, and we settled into a lovely family routine, unorthodox but somehow wholesome. We had many more kids this way. Our brood and happiness only grew. I was in heaven with Mila & Naomi.
