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Angel Delight Part 4

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  On another visit I was surprised to find another couple in the drawing room.  Hearty introductions were made to Barbara and Ian, another older husband with a glamorous, younger wife.  Clearly a good friend of Serenas.  I suspected that on this evening there would be no fun just social intercourse.  I was right, no intercourse, but I was totally wrong about no fun.

It became apparent that the reasons behind Serena’s new satisfied demeanour had got out.  As the evening evolved and alcohol began to talk, Barbara, who was a vibrant and extrovert lady, suggested that I should sit next to her on the sofa.  Did I know that she and Serena were friends?  Did I know that they were ‘special’ friends?&nb ... [more]

Angel Delight Pt3

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My visits to the country house were fairly sporadic although always thrilling.  I was never one for over-indulgence with one partner, I liked to leave gaps between liaisons so the anticipation could build.  Paul and Serena were always incredibly magnanimous and generous hosts and visiting them always felt like a privilege.  Not only because of Serena.  Well, actually, mainly due to Serena.  The beauty and indulgent comfort of their opulent home was only surpassed by her irresistible beauty and shy, yet yearning, sexuality.  It was a privilege and never-ending delight to be in their company.  My evenings, mornings and daytimes spent deep in their country pile, ploughing deep into Serena’s furrow of joy rema ... [more]

Angel Delight Pt2

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Soon after the deadline I heard the squeaking of ancient floorboards and the sound of sharp heels on wooden flooring from a corridor above my head.  Stilettoes on wood.  Steps drawing closer, soon at the top of the stairs.  From my position directly facing the staircase I could see exactly what was heading in my direction.  An angel.  An angel from heaven.  It’s not often that angels wear corsets with a suspender belt, stockings and high heels with a thin housecoat to protect the modesty of its shoulders.  But this one did.  You could have heard a pin drop.  I was flabbergasted and every part of me went rigid.  I sat with my mouth open like a little boy watching his first cartoon.  Speechless.  As if the outfit wasn’t ... [more]