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Summary:
A wealthy wife living on a large Atlanta estate during the 1860s frequently engages in intimate encounters with the household guards while her husband is away. When he returns and suspects their activities, he punishes the guards with a cane. The wife listens to the sounds of the punishment and later plans further private encounters with the men. The narrative follows these repeated cycles of secret meetings and their consequences within the estate.
The long drive wound through the center of the sprawling Atlanta estate, lined with bright flowering trees, big statues, and plenty of fast food spots along the edges. The road had been built back in the 1860s during the brief time when David Reynolds held power like some kind of local emperor, and his wife Megan pushed hard for it because she wanted a clear view of his carriage on the way to and from the big house downtown. That way she could make sure he did not stop to see his mistress on the side. From the big mansion on the hill she could also watch him return in time to send away her own lovers before he caught on.
Daily Pleasures with the Guards
All the guards wanted the young wife Megan. She treated them like toys she could play with whenever the boredom hit. She ordered them to do things their young bodies had barely imagined before they took the job. Their duty belonged to her husband David, yet the bored soldiers gave in to her every demand without a second thought. One guard knelt with his face under her skirts, his tongue sliding deep into her wet pussy and lapping at the slick folds until she moaned low in her throat. Another kissed her small breasts where they spilled from her dress, sucking hard on each nipple until they stood stiff and red. A third sucked her toes and rubbed her feet, pressing his thumbs into the arches while his own cock throbbed hard in his pants. The guard at the window kept watch, eyes scanning the road for any sign of trouble.
“I see him coming!” he called when the carriage appeared in the dust far down the road. The three guards froze in place, bodies tense and waiting for her word. She scolded them sharp and quick. “Did somebody say you could stop?” They shook their heads fast. “No, ma’am.” They went back to work right away, tongues and hands moving again on her body. The one between her legs licked faster, his breath hot against her soaked cunt.
“He’s getting close!” the lookout said, voice tight with nerves. “Stay calm,” she told them, her fingers digging into the guard’s hair. She felt their fear and liked how they still obeyed every order she gave. She sent two away but kept the one whose tongue worked her clit in steady circles, sucking the swollen nub just right. He was too good to stop now. The sound of horses reached the window, hooves pounding closer. She grabbed his head and pulled him harder against her dripping pussy, hips rocking as pleasure mixed with the rush of danger. Finally she whispered, “Enough, handsome.” She lifted his face and kissed him deep, tasting herself on his lips. He hurried to stand at attention outside the door while she straightened her dress and went down to greet her husband with a sweet smile on her face.
Consequences Upon Return
Everyone in the mansion knew what happened when the husband left for the day. David knew something was off when he came home, yet his pride kept him from asking questions out loud. After he said hello to his wife he climbed the stairs slowly, boots heavy on the wood. Several guards stood in the hall, backs straight. They stiffened when they heard his steps coming closer. He walked up to each one and studied their faces one by one. None moved an inch. One guard could not stop a small shake from running through his shoulders. The husband would smell his wife on his beard if he got too close. The ruler asked in a calm voice if the guard had watched the house all day. “Yes, sir, I have been standing here the whole time.” The husband caught the hidden meaning in those words. He said nothing and walked away. He returned with a wooden cane in his hand. He told the guard to face the wall and drop his pants. The cane cut through the air again and again, each strike landing hard on bare skin. The guard’s cries filled the hallway, sharp and broken.
The wife sat in the entryway and listened to every sound. A small, pleased smile touched her mouth as she pictured the red lines rising on that guard’s ass. Each strike sent a fresh spark through her own body, heat pooling low in her belly. He was paying for what he had done to her earlier, licking her cunt until she almost came too soon. She liked it. Tomorrow, once the carriage was gone, she would have him bend over her lap so she could push her fingers inside his tight asshole while she looked at the red lines across his skin, feeling his cock twitch against her thigh as she worked him open.
