3 comments/ 9525 views/ 1 favorites Apperances Can Be Deceiving By: bmunchausen Before I say anything about the story, I must thank Diccon, he patiently went through my story and made it British. His comments were right on point. Let me say "THANK YOU DICCON." And yes I am yelling. Since he is the UK I want to be sure that he heard me. This story is based on the English Comedy KEEPING UP APPEARANCES. The major character in the show is Hyacinth Bucket (which she pronounces Bouquet). She is supported by her long suffering husband, Richard, her sisters Daisy and Rose; Daisy's husband Onslow and Hyacinth's greatly put upon next door neighbour Elizabeth and Elizabeth's brother Emmet. However, the story at hand concerns mainly Richard and Elizabeth, the main recipients of Hyacinth's never ending attentions. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. It was a beautiful spring day in Blossom Avenue in a small suburban town in England. Elizabeth Warden was humming a happy tune as she pruned the rose bush that grew to the side of her front door. Now that the weather was warm and dry she could engage in her favourite past time, gardening. Elizabeth loved to potter about in her garden and it showed. She had the perfect English garden everything was just so. As she worked, she heard the next-door neighbour's front door open. She made a mad dash for her door but before she reached the safety of her hall she heard, "HELLLLOOO ELIZABETH." She had been caught; resigned, she turned and trying to sound happy said, "Good Morning, Hyacinth." But Hyacinth's attention was not on Elizabeth rather Richard had now become the target. "Richard, if you must work on the flower beds, you should be suitably dressed. It just won't do for the neighbours to see you without a collar and tie." "Hyacinth, I don't think that the neighbours will be upset by my working in the garden without a collar and tie. I am working with my hands in the dirt and that is not conducive to a tie and collar." Richard stepped out of the front door and noticed Elizabeth. He turned to her and said, "Good morning, Elizabeth. Tell me, you won't be scandalized seeing me in a collarless shirt working in the garden, will you?" Elizabeth did her best to suppress a giggle and with a big smile said, "No Richard, I won't be scandalized seeing you working in the garden without a collar and tie." Hyacinth gave a loud harrumph, "It's not Elizabeth that I'm worried about. What if the Baker-Finches' across the road see you?" Richard gave a sigh and said, "Hyacinth, my dear, I doubt that the Baker-Finches' will be spying out of their front windows to see what I am wearing as I work in the garden." "Well if you have to dress like that, the least you could do is work in the back garden, so that no one of any importance will see you," Hyacinth snapped. She then turned to Elizabeth and in a patronizing voice said, "I hate to disappoint you, Elizabeth, but we will not be having our morning coffee, today." Suppressing a smile Elizabeth thought, can this day get any better. "I am working with the Ladies Group, in a very important position. We are preparing for the ball that will take place at the end of the summer and they couldn't possible do it without me. God only knows what it would turn out to be without my impeccable directions. So you will have to do without me today." "Richard, as I will not be home for lunch or dinner, you will have to make do." Hyacinth turned to Elizabeth and in the same breath continued, "We are having lunch at the church hall and we are going into Wimbledon, to a very high class restaurant for dinner." Richard rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry Hyacinth, I think that I will be able to muddle my way through lunch and dinner without you. It's only lunch and dinner, so I really don't think that I will starve." "Well just don't use my Royal Doulton China with the hand-painted blue periwinkles. I wouldn't want you to chip a plate or cup." "Fear not my dear, I will most certainly use the old stoneware in the cupboard and I promise that I won't even chip that." Elizabeth was watching this play out, trying to keep a straight face, but just smiling a little bit. As Hyacinth was getting into the car she looked back at her husband and in an exasperated voice said, "RICHARD, please go in the back...work back there, not out here where someone can see you." "I'm going, my dear, I'm going," Richard said as he walked to the back of the house. He didn't look back as he Hyacinth start the car and drive off. Richard worked in the back garden. As the day went on, it got hotter and hotter. At around 11 o'clock, Elizabeth, who had gone into her house, noticed that Richard was still in his garden, weeding the flowerbeds. She had just poured herself a glass of lemonade, when she looked out of her kitchen window and saw Richard sit back on his knees and wipe the sweat off of his head. Elizabeth smiled to herself and poured another glass. She walked into the back garden and said, "Richard, can I interest you in a glass of ice cold lemonade?" She held out the glass to him. Richard looked up and as he got up, he reached for the glass. "Elizabeth, you are truly an angel. I would like nothing more than a cold glass of lemonade," he said with a big smile. They both sat on the wall and as he sipped the lemonade he looked at Elizabeth and said, "I want to apologize for what Hyacinth said this morning." Elizabeth looked at him questioningly and said, "What are you talking about, Richard?" "What Hyacinth said about the important people around here." "Oh that, Richard I am so used to that. I don't think about it at all." "Well, I just want you to know, in my opinion, you are the most important person around here," he said with a smile. Elizabeth felt her face get warm and knew that she was blushing. "Oh Richard, you are being kind." "No I'm not, Elizabeth. There is no one around here who is nicer, kinder or sweeter than you." Elizabeth, feeling even more self conscious, quietly said, "Richard you are a real flatterer." "Yes, maybe I am. And it gets me absolutely nowhere," he laughed. "Oh I don't know about that," she giggled. Richard laughed and as he handed the glass back to Elizabeth he said, "Now you are the one being kind, Elizabeth." She giggled and took the glass. She went back into her house and Richard went back to his weeding. After midday, Elizabeth was making herself a sandwich for lunch. She thought of Richard, not having anyone to make him lunch. Not that Richard couldn't make lunch for himself, but it would be nice to have lunch with someone. She went out to the back garden but couldn't see Richard. Then she noticed that he was working out in the front. He was down on his knees bent over, pulling weeds. She walked out to him and said "Richard?" Richard looked up and Elizabeth went into fits of laughter. She laughed so hard that she had to lean on the low wall separating the houses so that she would not fall down. Richard stood up. He was wearing a big pair of shaded glasses with a huge fake nose and moustache. He smiled and said, "Well I reckoned that if no one recognized me, then there would be no problem if I worked in the front garden without a collar and tie... just as long as no one recognized me." "Richard believe me, no one will ever recognize you. Believe me...Oh Richard you are really something else," she giggled. Richard was laughing, "I hoped that you would find it funny." "Richard...the reason that I came out was to see if you would like to join me for lunch." She went into another fit of laughing. "Richard, please take that thing off, I can't take it any more." Richard took off the glasses and put them in his pocket. "I would love to have lunch with you Elizabeth." He stepped over the wall and they went into her house. They had a wonderful lunch, talking, laughing and just enjoying each other's company. It was a light enjoyable lunch. They both had a good time, nothing serious, just light and happy. As Richard left, Elizabeth thought that her day had got even better. Richard went back to his gardening and Elizabeth went back to her cleaning. The next week was spent as usual, Elizabeth suffering through morning coffee with Hyacinth and Richard doing what Richard always did; whatever Hyacinth wanted. The next Saturday morning, Hyacinth with her usual panache gave Richard his instructions and went off to lead and guide the Woman's Group. Once again it was a beautiful spring day. Richard mowed the lawn. Around midday Richard went out into the back garden and seeing Elizabeth, said, "Elizabeth, as you made lunch for me last Saturday, I thought that I should make lunch for you this Saturday." "Richard you don't have to make lunch for me." "I know that, but I thought that being the wild and crazy guy that I am, we would have a picnic," Richard said as he held up a picnic basket and a blanket. "A picnic? Where?" Elizabeth asked. "Right here, on the grass," Richard said as he waved his arm toward the newly cut lawn. He walked over to the middle of the lawn and spread out the blanket. He turned toward Elizabeth and asked, "Will you join me, my lady?" as he bowed. Elizabeth giggled and lifting the hem of her skirt she stepped over the wall. As she did, Richard was treated to a glimpse of her wonderful shapely legs. She caught his gaze and held the hem up for a moment longer than she should have. Both of them became a bit self-conscious and she dropped the skirt and he averted his gaze. Although there was only the low wall separating the two gardens, there were high hedges around the sides and back of them. Years ago Hyacinth wanted to put a hedge between the gardens to make it more private. However, when Richard pointed out that it would make the back look small and that, this way, it appeared to be so much bigger, Hyacinth changed her mind and no hedge was planted. Thus their picnic lunch today was very private, hidden as they were from the spying eyes of their neighbours. They sat on the blanket talking and laughing as they ate their lunch. Richard had made a variety of finger sandwiches and iced tea. As they sat Richard said, "Elizabeth, you seem to be so calm and relaxed this afternoon. It seems so unlike you." Elizabeth gave a small smile and said, "That's because it's only you and me. I wouldn't be so relaxed if Hyacinth were here. I don't know what it is but when I'm around Hyacinth, I get so nervous and jumpy. I couldn't tell you the last time I had coffee with Hyacinth and didn't spill the coffee or drop a cup." "Yes, Hyacinth has a way of doing that to people," Richard sighed. Then he brightened and said, "Well, don't worry, there will be no problem if you drop your glass or spill the tea...you won't stain the grass." They both laughed and continued to enjoy the picnic lunch and each other's company. After they finished eating, Elizabeth leaned back on her elbows and in a soft easy voice, said, "Richard, I want you to know that I have truly enjoyed lunch today and last week. It is so nice to be able to sit and talk with you. Sometimes I get so lonely. "Having Emmet with me helps, but he is always so caught up with his directing and music it seems that he never hears anything I say. But when I am with you it's different. You listen to what I have to say. It's like what I say is important and interesting." Richard looked at her and smiled, "Elizabeth, I find that you are a very charming and delightful woman. You are interesting and have a wonderful sense of humour. I have truly enjoyed our lunches together. And if things go the way it appears, Hyacinth will be busy with the Lady's Group every Saturday for the rest of the summer. Thus, we will be able to have our little lunches for the rest of the summer...that is if you want." "Oh Richard, that would be wonderful. I will be looking forward to Saturdays all week long." "So will I, Elizabeth, so will I." For the next couple of weeks Richard and Elizabeth would have lunch every Saturday afternoon. They would take turns preparing the meal, not getting too fancy but always having something they both enjoyed. One Saturday afternoon in mid July, the weather was terrible, it was raining heavily. This week it was Elizabeth's turn to prepare lunch and she had made two shepherd's pies. She went to the back door and stood watching as Richard made a mad dash from his back door to Elizabeth's. He leapt over the wall, like a runner in a steeplechase. But his jump was a little too far and instead of landing on one of the paving stones he landed on the wet grass. His foot slipped and he went sprawling across the soaking lawn, ending up on his back on the grass. Elizabeth bolted out of the door and into the rain. She ran to Richard and fell to her knees, saying, "RICHARD are you alright? Have you been hurt?" Richard sat up and looking very sheepish, "The worst pain is my bruised ego. But my bum is also a bit painful." They looked at each other and both started laughing. By this time they were soaked to the skin. Elizabeth stood up and helped Richard get to his feet and they walked into the house. Elizabeth went into the bathroom, got two bath towels and gave one to Richard. As they started to dry off, Richard said, "I really should go home and change into some dry clothes. These are soaked." And he started to walk to the door. Elizabeth stopped him saying, "That will take too long, Richard. The shepherd's pies will be burned. Go into the bathroom and take off those wet things. I will get one of Emmet's robes for you." Richard went into the bathroom and undressed. If a few moments there was a knock on the door and Elizabeth handed him a light robe. Richard arranged his soaking clothes in the shower, put the robe on and went into the kitchen. Elizabeth had gone upstairs to her room to get into some dry clothes. As Richard was going into the kitchen the cooking timer went off. He went to the oven opened the door and saw that the shepherd pies were bubbling wonderfully. Being a man who enjoyed cooking he knew that they were ready. He got the oven gloves and took the pies out of the oven and placed them on a rack. He was turning the oven off when Elizabeth walked into the kitchen. Much to Richard's surprise she was also wearing a short light robe. Elizabeth smiled at the look on Richard's face and said in a rather timid voice, "I didn't want you to feel self- conscious so I thought that I would wear a robe as well." Richard's gaze went over Elizabeth's body. Her robe came to just above her knees, affording Richard a view of a pair of slender shapely calves. As she had the robe tightly tied at the waist he could see her thin waist and lovely round hips. Her breasts although on the smallish side were pressing against the material of the robe. Her damp hair had been combed and was hanging straight down. Richard thought that Elizabeth never looked more attractive. Aware of Richard's gaze, Elizabeth blushed and stammered, "Where are your wet clothes? I want to put them in the drier with mine and get them dried." Richard retrieved his clothes from the shower and Elizabeth took them to put them in the drier. By the time she got back to the kitchen, Richard set the table and poured some lemonade. Elizabeth smiled when she saw that everything was prepared and she turned to Richard and said, "You're going to spoil me: you're doing everything. I can just sit back and be a lady of leisure." Richard laughed and said, "If doing this little bit is spoiling you then I will most certainly continue to spoil you." They sat down for lunch and talked, laughed and giggled. Lunch was a happy affair that went by far too quickly for both of them. As they sat there talking, the buzzer on the drier went off and Elizabeth left and in a few moments came back with dried, folded clothes. As she put Richard's clothes on the table she giggled, "See if you can make it home without an accident. If you fall again you will have to dry your clothes yourself." Richard laughed at that and put his hands on Elizabeth's shoulders, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Elizabeth shivered at the touch of his lips. She looked into his eyes and slowly moved closer to him. Richard pulled her closer and softly pressed his lips against hers. They kissed like this for several moments. Their lips parted and again they looked into each other's eyes. Once again Richard pulled Elizabeth to him and kissed her. But this kiss was not soft and loving but hard and lustful. Richard pushed his tongue into Elizabeth's mouth; she opened her mouth and granted entrance. Her tongue met his and they entwined. Richard easily untied her robe and slipped his hand inside. He ran his hand over her stomach and up to her breast. Like him she didn't have anything on under the robe. Elizabeth's breasts were not as large as Hyacinth's but were firmer and didn't sag as much. Richard thought that they were just wonderful. Elizabeth reached into Richard's robe and slid her hand down to the base of his erect dick and took it into her hand. She took the base of his dick into her hand and started to stroke it, but it seemed that her hand went up forever. Richard was big; not a John Holmes, but larger than anything that Elizabeth had ever experienced. She sighed and whispered in Richard's ear, "Oh my god, Richard you are big." "That's what you do to me, Elizabeth, you have been doing that to me for years." "For years, Richard?" "For a good many years, Elizabeth." As they talked Richard had move one of his hands from her breast down her body to come to rest between her legs. Elizabeth spread her legs a bit and he moved his hand to her quim. He slipped one of his fingers into her very wet slot and then inserted a second. "You see what you do to me. And believe me this is not the first time that I have got wet because of you," she panted. Richard pulled her close and kissed her lips. She just melted against his chest and returned the kiss with equal ardour. They parted and hand-in-hand walked up-stairs and into Elizabeth's bedroom. When she got to the bed she stopped and turned toward Richard. Elizabeth stood there with her arms by her sides and looked at him. Richard wasn't the most handsome man around, but there was a wonderful warmth and tenderness about him that melted Elizabeth's heart. She couldn't think of any other man she would rather be with right now. She knew that Richard felt the same when she glanced down and saw that lovely large erection sticking out from the robe. My god, she thought, am I going to be able to take that thing? She smiled thinking how fantastic it would be to try. Richard reached out to Elizabeth and slipped his hands inside her robe. He ran his hands to her shoulders and slid her robe off and it dropped to the floor. He looked at his neighbour of many years standing in front of him stark naked. She was lovely. Her firm breasts, slender waist and her round ample hips were, to Richard's thinking, extremely attractive and it was very apparent that he liked what he saw. Elizabeth reached over and slipped off his robe. She looked at Richard; she found that he was in better shape than she thought. While not heavily muscled, he was rather fit. There was no flab or love handles. His rather conservative dress hid his fit body. Needless to say Elizabeth was very pleased and excited by Richard. She went toward Richard and took him in her arms. She pulled him close and pressed her body against his. She felt his erection pushing against her stomach and she knew that this was going to be a wonderful afternoon. She kissed him with all the lust in her. Richard was taken by surprise at Elizabeth's ardour. She had become the aggressor. Richard was not used to that. Hyacinth was a very, shall we say, an apathetic lover, thus, having Elizabeth come after him really turned Richard on. Apperances Can Be Deceiving He became a wild man. He picked Elizabeth up in his arms and carried her the two steps to the bed. He laid her on the bed and looked at her. It was like she was glowing; her body had a sheen of sweat and they hadn't even started to make love. Richard moved onto the bed and Elizabeth smiled and spread her legs. He positioned himself between and began to move toward her. She looked at his hard cock and a shiver of thrill and a little trepidation went through her body. Richard must have felt the shiver, he said, "Don't worry my dear, I will go gently. I promise I won't hurt you." She smiled up at him and softly said, "I know my dear, I know." He bent down and lightly kissed her as he brought the head of his member to the lips of her vulva. He could feel the heat and wetness on the tip of his cock. He slowly and agonizingly pressed into her. The tip spread the lips as it entered her. She could feel him stretching her as he slowly moved deeper and deeper onto her vagina. Elizabeth had never felt so full. Now, mind you, she really didn't have all that much experience with men's dicks, but she had been married and had a daughter. But after her husband had gone away...there had been no one. The further Richard entered her the more he stretched her. There was no pain; the feeling was that of fullness. She had never experienced anything like this. The deeper he went, the more she wanted. The stretching, the pressure and the fact that he was still going was making Elizabeth crazy. She thought, he is now going where no man has ever gone before. No one had ever been so deep inside her and Richard wasn't completely in. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt his pelvic bone hit hers and she knew that she had done what a few moments ago seemed impossible. She had taken that monster of a dick into her body. It was like the realization that he was completely inside her set her off and she went into a very powerful orgasm. She grabbed Richard's hips with her legs and locked him into her. Richard was quite surprised that Elizabeth was cumming as he hadn't done anything but put his cock into her. But now that she was in the throes of her orgasm, he started to pull his dick out of her. He pulled out until only the head of it was still in her. Elizabeth whimpered, feeling that this wonderful cock was being taken out of her. But she gasped when Richard plunged it back into her and then began to saw his dick in and out of her tight, wet vagina. Richard was in his stride hammering into her again and again. His ministrations to this lovely woman beneath him sent her into a series of orgasms each new one being stronger than the one before it. Elizabeth was in a world that she had never known existed. She could see nothing, she could hear nothing, outside of the pleasure that Richard was bringing her. She moaned, she groaned, called out his name, swore undying love to him as she was wrapped in this cocoon of sexual ecstasy in which she and Richard were enclosed. Richard realized when Elizabeth went into her first orgasm that he wouldn't last long. And as he pistoned into her, he came closer and closer to his climax. The sexual tension was building at an enormous rate. He'd never felt anything like it before. He thought that he was going to explode, that his body would just burst into a million pieces. Elizabeth then screamed out his name, her legs tightened around him with a surprising strength and her vaginal muscles clamped onto his dick almost locking him into her. Richard gave one final thrust into her and his dick erupted. He came with a force that sent shock waves through them both. Elizabeth, feeling Richard start to fire his scalding cum into the deepest recesses of her vagina, into her womb, went into a final unbelievable climax. She was far beyond screaming, no sound came out of her opened mouth. Her back arched and her arms pulled him into her; somehow her nails didn't dig into his flesh. But it was not for the lack of trying. Richard flooded her vagina with his semen, he filled her to overflowing and still he came. The pressure in Elizabeth's pussy built until their combined fluids began to spurt from between dick and vaginal wall running down the crack of her arse and pooling on the bed sheet beneath them. Sadly, as with everything in this life, this wonderfully erotic encounter came to and end and the two lovers lay on the bed as their bodies slowly calmed. Richard rolled to his side, his softening dick slipping out of Elizabeth's happily stretched vagina. He held her tenderly in his arms and rested his head on her shoulder. In an almost awed tone, Richard whispered in her ear, "Oh my Lord, Elizabeth, you are the most magnificent lover...woman that I have ever been with. No one, absolutely no one, even comes close." This took Elizabeth quite by surprise. "Oh Richard, it was all you. You did things to me that I never dreamed were possible. You made me feel like I never felt before." He looked at her with questioning eyes and in a low sombre voice said, "Elizabeth...I'm not quite sure how to say this. So I am going to come right out with it." She closed her eyes tightly, dreading what she feared were his next words...that they can't do this again that they are both married and it wouldn't be right. Richard took a deep breath and said, "Elizabeth, I don't want to stop what we have started today. I don't want to stop making love to you. I know that it is wrong, that we will be deceiving those who we love. But, my god, I have loved you for a long time and now I don't know what I would do if I couldn't make love to you again." Elizabeth started to laugh, which startled Richard. With glee in her voice she almost shouted, "Oh my love. I thought that you were going to tell me that we can't do this again. Oh Richard, I wouldn't want to live if I couldn't make love to you again." With a big smile on her face she reached over and took his flaccid dick in her hand and began to stroke. It was still slick with their juices. As she ran her up and down, it started to become harder and soon it was fully erect. Richard smiled and asked, "What are you doing, my dear?" "Now that I have had this monster, I want more. I want it in me and I want it in me NOW" She sat up and leaned over and she straddled his hips. She took his monster in her hand and lowering herself guided it into her tight love tunnel. It was if she wanted to drag out his entering her as long as possible because she lowered herself ever so slowly. Richard just lay there enjoying the feeling of her tight hot sheath sliding over his cock. Richard had not had a woman on top of him in what seemed like eons. He loved it. Elizabeth was the perfect lover; she seemed to instinctively know what he wanted and she would willingly do it. This was heaven and she was his angel. Elizabeth started to orgasm even before she was completely ensconced on Richard's dick. She shook and trembled as Richard pushed his dick into her cunt. He began to pump up into her as she rode him. It was like she was taking riding lessons. First the walk, then the canter, to the trot and finally to the full gallop. Elizabeth was galloping on her own personal stallion. She was riding hard and her stallion was giving her everything that she could ever want. Richard having cum so recently could now go on forever and he did. He began humping up into Elizabeth like a wild man. He humped, he pumped, he slammed his dick into her over and over. And she rode him like a champion horsewoman. She rode like she was possessed, like she was riding for her life. She rode and he fucked. After numerous lifetimes Elizabeth once again arched her back and let out a high pitched whine and then collapsed on top of Richard as he exploded into her; filling her pussy with his essence. She lay on top of him and he held her in his arms. No words were spoken, nothing needed to be said; they both were well aware of that they felt. Eventually they got out of the bed, Elizabeth gathered the sheets and put them into the washing machine. They dressed and as Richard left they kissed long and hard. Richard walked through the rain back to his home. The nest week was at least six months long. Time seemed to stand still for the two lovers. Sometimes it seemed that Saturday would never come. Although they both kept busy, Richard doubly so, having to do the things he always did, but also doing the numerous things that Hyacinth thought of. But it didn't really help. Richard would see Elizabeth in the garden or in front of the house and would feel the tingling in his groin. Elizabeth took to wearing pads so that she wouldn't wet her knickers when she saw or even thought of Richard and his "monster." Morning coffee was not quite the ordeal that it usually was for Elizabeth. The two days that Richard joined them, she not only didn't drop her cup but she didn't even spill any of her coffee. However, Elizabeth and Richard were the height of discretion; not even the keenest observer would have suspected there was something between them. Mind you, it wasn't easy, but they were able to contain the passion that was seething and boiling beneath their calm exteriors. They appeared to be just what one would expect, neighbours. Finally, Hyacinth was standing out in the drive giving Richard his usual list of instructions before going off to lead the Women's Group down the road to perfect and correct etiquette. She would not be home for dinner this evening, thus Richard would have to take care of himself. "Richard, I won't be home until well after dinner, so you will have to make do. And I don't want you going down to the pub and joining Onslow in eating that swill for dinner. "I promise that I will not be joining Onslow for dinner at the pub." "I don't see why you would want to associate with my brother when it isn't absolutely necessary," she huffed. Richard smiled and said, "Oh Hyacinth, Onslow isn't a bad bloke, in fact I like him. He is interesting and rather funny." "That may be, but he is beneath your social standing. If anyone were to see you associating with someone like him, I would die of embarrassment," she preached. "Hyacinth, you won't die of embarrassment, that I promise." As she got into the car, Hyacinth just harrumphed and decided to punish Richard by not giving him her usual kiss on the cheek. Richard was thinking about seeing Elizabeth and anticipating that he didn't even notice not getting her kiss. He went back into the house as Hyacinth drove off and pottered around for the next few, very long hours. Although they usually had lunch at noon, Richard had the table set and everything ready at around 10:30 am. At about a quarter to eleven, Richard went and looked out of the back door. He saw Elizabeth looking toward his house from her kitchen window. He opened the door and stepping out he looked over to her and smiled. She rushed to her back door and came out into the garden. They both walked to the low wall. Richard held out his hand and Elizabeth took it as she stepped on the decorative stone that Richard had placed on her side of the wall. There was a similar stone on his side and the two stones created a type of stile so that they could climb over the wall with little problem. Still holding hands they walked into the house. When Richard closed the door behind them, Elizabeth turned toward him and they rushed into each other's arms. Their bodies crushed together as their lips met and with open mouths their tongues clashed. It was as if they were both consumed with the lust and desire that had been building all week long. Their hands were all over the other's backs, exploring from the shoulders to the arse. Richard pulled her skirt up and ran his hand over her arse. He was surprised to find that she was not wearing any knickers. His dick was already erect, but when his hands caressed the soft smooth skin of her arse he had a steel beam that wanted to escape from the confines of his trousers. Elizabeth's hands were doing their best to help her "monster" escape. She had unbuckled his belt, opened the button and unzipped his pants and pushed them and his briefs down to the floor. She grabbed her "monster" and began to stroke it. Richard pushed her back to the table and Elizabeth sat on the edge and spread her legs as wide as she could. She pulled him into her and wrapped her legs around him. She was still holding his cock and guided it to the entrance of her vagina. As he did their first time, Richard started to push into her very slowly. However, Elizabeth would not have any of that and she reached around and grabbed his arse and pulled him into her groin with an unbelievable strength. In that one jerk, Richard was balls deep in Elizabeth's quim. She gave out with a loud gasp and began to tremble as her first orgasm began. Realizing that Elizabeth was cumming, Richard began to pound his prodigious member into her, bringing her through one orgasm after another. All of a sudden, Elizabeth grabbed his head, brought it to hers and mashed her lips against his. Richard moaned loudly and rammed his dick into her vagina, actually pushing against her cervix and let loose with shot after shot of his sperm-filled cream. The two lovers screamed into each other's mouths as they joined one another in a truly mind expanding climax. The flood of semen slowed and eventually ceased and Richard's dick slowly slipped out of Elizabeth's cum-filled pussy. As their hearts slowed and they caught their breath, they noticed that they had pushed the table across the kitchen floor and it had been banging against the cabinet. The dishes and glasses were all awry, but luckily none had fallen. Richard moved the table back to its place as Elizabeth got a wet paper towel to clean their genitals. Richard retrieved his trousers and they sat down to a wonderful lunch. After finishing the lunch dishes and making sure that the kitchen was in perfect shape, they went up to the guest room and made sweet wonderful love in a very reserved manner...well it started out slow and reserved but finished in a wild unbelievable climax. As they lay in each other's arms, Elizabeth turned to Richard and said, "I feel wonderful, should I feel guilty? Should I feel bad because I'm making love to my friend's husband? On one hand I know I should but I don't. I feel wonderful...does that make me a bad person, Richard?" "You could never be a bad person, Elizabeth. Anyway, whatever claim that Hyacinth had on my body, she abandoned many years ago." "Abandoned?" she asked. Richard sighed and said, "Yes my dear, abandoned. After Sheridan was born and Hyacinth realized how much work a child was, she decided that in order to give Sheridan the care and attention that he deserved, we would not be having any more children. "So we sort of stopped having sex..." "Richard, there is a thing such as contraception, you know." "I know that very well. And I had argued that for years. However, the only real 100% sure method of contraception is abstinence. Everything, and I mean everything else, is not fool proof and we could very possibly end up with another child. And poor Sheridan would suffer." "Oh Richard, do you mean that you and Hyacinth haven't had sex since Sheridan was born?" "Not quite, there have been a few times when she gave into my pleadings. Probably not enough to count on one hand." Elizabeth was giggling. "What did you do to prevent Hyacinth from getting pregnant?" "Condoms." Elizabeth was perplexed. "Why couldn't you use a condom all of the time?" "I said condoms, Elizabeth, not a condom. You know that they come in packets of three at the chemist's." In the midst of her giggles, Elizabeth asked, "You would use all three condoms in one night?" Richard who was really enjoying the conversation said in a very deadpan voice, "Not in one night, my dear, at the same time." Elizabeth rolled on the bed in a fit of laughter. "Three...three...at the...the ...three con ...con...Oh god... three..." She roared. "And if that wasn't enough, as soon as we were finished she would run to the loo and douche." Once again Elizabeth roared with laughter, "DOUCHE? What was she douching for? What could she possible douche?" Richard answered in a very good imitation of Hyacinth's voice said, "But Richard, we wouldn't want one of your very energetic sperms getting out and searching for one of my ova and when finding it, fertilizing it, now would we?" "I would argue that a Sherman tank couldn't break through three condoms so one of my puny sperm wouldn't stand a chance. Her answer to that was 'Don't be silly Richard, you could never get a condom on a Sherman tank.' Hyacinth had spoken." As Elizabeth lay there laughing, Richard went on. "Using three condoms is like making love having the inner tube of a tire wrapped around your dick. In fact the last couple of times we had sex, I didn't even ejaculate. But of course that didn't stop her from douching." She ran her hand down the side of his face and said, "My poor Richard." "No, not poor Richard any more. You see there is someone who had now made a claim on my body and her claim is good." Smiling, Elizabeth said, "Yes, and she will be exercising that claim as often as she can." "I hope so Elizabeth, I hope so," he said as he bent down and kissed her lips in a soft loving way. That evening when Hyacinth got home she gave Richard a complete rendition of her day guiding and leading the Women's Group. It went on for hours and Richard was blissfully unaware of anything she said. He didn't hear a work of it. You might say his mind was elsewhere. You must understand that after living with Hyacinth all of these years, Richard had developed a knack interjecting a "Yes dear," an "I see," or a "Really...that's wonderful," at various points in the conversation and Hyacinth was happy. Apparently, Richard was hanging on her every word. On Tuesday of the next week, Emmet came up to Richard and said, "Richard, as I told you, I am going to be in London for a while. I have an opportunity to direct a company in London and I can't let it pass. It's a really great opportunity." Richard smiled for his friend, "Emmet that's wonderful. How long will you be gone?" "Probably a couple of weeks, and that's what I want to talk you about. Elizabeth will be alone, now I know that she is a grown woman, but will you look in on her every once in a while?" "Emmet, please don't worry, if Elizabeth needs anything and I mean anything, I will be here to take care of her." "Thank you, just knowing that you will be here for Elizabeth makes my going away so much easier. You are a real friend." Richard smiled at him and said, "Where Elizabeth is concerned, there is nothing I wouldn't do. She is a sweetheart and Hyacinth wouldn't know what to do without her." Nor would I, Richard thought with a smile. Late Wednesday afternoon, Richard went to the grocer's to pick up a couple of things for Hyacinth. When he arrived home, Hyacinth was in a lather. When Richard asked what the problem was, Hyacinth went on and on about how Sheridan had called. "Oh lord, how much does he want now?" Richard asked in an exasperated voice. "Richard, Sheridan doesn't always call for money," she snapped. "You are right, there was that time in 2004 when he called to wish you a happy birthday and he didn't ask for money. He did call a half an hour later to ask for it. So I guess you are right." "RICHARD, Sheridan called to ask me...us to attend the exhibition of his latest work. He has an exhibition in a local gallery...well he and Tarquin have the exhibition. But Sheridan is exhibiting his work and he wants me...us there." "His needle-point? How wonderful, and we can give him the money when we get there." Richard sighed. "Tell me just when does this gala event take place?" Apperances Can Be Deceiving "Sheridan told me that the gallery will open on Friday around tea time..." "Friday at tea time?" Richard interrupted (something he very rarely did). "I have a meeting at the Council then. Remember, I told you that they want me to come in and fill in for vacations." "Richard...what is more important...your silly meeting ...or your son's very important exhibition? Which could be a life-changing event for him. This could mean recognition and fame..." "You're right Hyacinth, this is a very important event in our son's life. I will ring the Earl and tell him that I couldn't possible miss the opening of Sheridan's show. I'm sure that he will understand." "THE EARL...the Earl? You are meeting with the Earl?" Hyacinth gasped. "Of course I'm meeting with the Earl, he is the one who will decide if I'm going to be filling in for those on vacation. But I'm sure that we will be able to reschedule it for a more convenient time." "Richard, the Earl is a very important man and if he has taken time out of his busy schedule to meet with you then you must do everything in your power to be there," his wife ordered. "Of course you will mention the candle-light dinner that I am scheduling for early September," she added "If I go to the meeting, I'll miss the last express, and if I were to take the local then I won't be getting in until nine thirty or even ten o'clock," he lamented. "You're right Richard, you can't possible make it on Friday. So I guess that you will have to come on Saturday." Richard smiled to himself and thought the first game to me. But he knew that he had his work cut out for him if he was going to take the match. "Yes, I think that there are two expresses on Saturday..." "Yes there are. There is one at eleven o'clock and one at three o'clock, but do try to make the early one," she interrupted (something she did quite often). "I shouldn't have any problem; I'll leave the car in the car park and get my ticket..." "THE CAR PARK? You are going to leave the car in the car park? Richard you can't possibly leave the car in the car park. You know what happened the last time we left it there. The car was practically wrecked. And we were only gone for the afternoon," she cried. "It was only a small scratch..." "Scratch? It was a huge gouge in the side. Richard, if you leave the car there all day Saturday and Sunday, it will be totally destroyed by the time we come to get it." "Don't get so upset, Hyacinth, I'll leave the car at home. I can always ring up Onslow and I know that he will give me a lift to the station. He can come and get me and we'll be at the station in no time," he explained. "ONSLOW...Onslow bringing that mis-coloured, smoke-belching car in front of my house," she moaned. "Yes my dear, he can just pull into the drive and get me." "INTO THE DRIVE? Richard we can't have Onslow pulling that car into our drive." "Oh Hyacinth, it's not all that bad. You know that after we leave it will only take a few minutes for the smoke to dissipate. By the time we get to the station, no one will even know he was there," he said. Hyacinth put her hand on her heart and in a very low sorrowful voice said, "Richard, you can't do that to me, can you?" Richard looked at his wife and in a very concerned voice said, "My dear, I hate to see you so upset. I have an idea. Why don't you go to see Sheridan and you two have a Mother/Son weekend. You and Sheridan alone. You won't have to share him and he won't have to share you. Just the two of you all weekend." She looked at him and gave a small smile, "You really wouldn't mind? But what will you do all weekend? Will you be able to manage, without me?" "I am sure that I will survive. Just the knowledge that you and Sheridan are enjoying each other's company will more than make up for any deprivations that I have to suffer," he said in his most heroic voice. Hyacinth came over to Richard and gave him a slight hug and said, "Thank you Richard. You are the best husband that a woman could ask for." "If you say so, Hyacinth, if you say so," he answered as he sat down into the armchair feeling rather pleased with himself. He thought game...set...match. The next morning, Richard was watering the front garden (yes he had a collar and tie on). As he was watering, Elizabeth and Emmet came out of the house. She was taking her brother to the train. Richard went over to say good-bye to Emmet. "Have a good time Emmet. I hope that the production goes well. But if you're in charge, I'm confident that it will," Richard said. "You're too kind, Richard. I hope to have a good time but it will be a lot of hard work." "Yes, I'm sure it will be, but at least in London you won't have anyone singing at you." Richard laughed. Emmet looked a bit embarrassed. Just then Hyacinth came out looking for Richard. "Richard...Emmet...Oh Emmet," she said and then broke into an aria from Madam Butterfly. Emmet looked like he was going to get sick, but he started to giggle when he heard Richard say, "Don't worry. no more singing at you for at least a couple of weeks." Elizabeth and Emmet left and Richard went back to watering the garden. Hyacinth went on singing as she went back into the house. She just knew that sooner or later Emmet would recognize her talent. About a half hour later, Elizabeth returned from the train station. She saw Richard watering the back lawn. She got out of the car and walked to the back of the house. She noticed that Richard had watered her lawn as well. "Richard, Hyacinth told me that you aren't going to Sheridan's show. She said that she's going to have a Mother/Son weekend." "Yes, I have a meeting at the Council on Friday at four o'clock and Sheridan's show opens at tea time. There is no way I could possibly get there on time. And she didn't want me to bother Onslow by having him take me to the train." "Richard, unfortunately I won't be able to take you to the train. I'm sure you understand," she said with a smile. "I completely understand," Richard answered with an equally big smile. The next morning, Richard was out in front of the house packing the car with Hyacinth's bags. Although she was going away for less than three days, she had three big bags. Richard loaded them in the car and then loaded Hyacinth and drove off to the station. Richard parked in the car park and stood and watched as the train carrying Hyacinth to Sheridan pulled out of the station. He got back into the car and drove home. Richard left home for the Council Offices at three thirty and was home by five. The meeting went off without a hitch. The Earl was really pleased that Richard was going to be working again. Richard had been missed. The Earl told him that if there was any time that Richard felt the need to work, he would always be welcome to come in and be paid for it. He had given Richard a copy of the vacation schedule and Richard would be working on and off during the summer months. As Richard left the Council Offices he was singing, "Heaven...I'm in Heaven..." Never again would Richard have to go to Sheridan's for the weekend. Although it would probably cost Richard a lot more that if he went with Hyacinth. It was definitely worth it. Definitely. Richard was home by five fifteen and just as they had planned, Elizabeth was in the kitchen making dinner. She had the table set and had martinis ready in the jug in the fridge. When he came in the door, she had a martini in her hand for him. He took it and put it on the table and took her in his arms and kissed her long and hard. "This is just what I need after a long hard day," he said and he kissed her again. They sat and had their drinks and then went into the kitchen and had a great dinner. They took their time, knowing that they had all weekend. After they finished washing up, Richard and Elizabeth went into the den and watched the telly for a while. Then, at about nine o'clock, they went up to bed. They slowly undressed each other kissing and tickling, like they were teenagers...in fact that's how they felt. Elizabeth lay back on the bed and Richard stood there looking at her. She was beautiful and her wanted her. He got into the bed and began to kiss her breasts. Then the phone rang. Richard fell onto his back and sighed. Elizabeth giggled and said, "You better answer it, Richard it's probably Hyacinth. Richard picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" "Hello, Hyacinth, what a surprise." "Yes everything went well at the Council, in fact it went better than I thought it would." "Of course I mentioned your candle light-dinner. He said that he would have to see if he was available at the time." "What...yes I realize that you didn't have coffee with Elizabeth today, and you won't be having coffee with her tomorrow and Sunday." "Well I think that she will be able to survive." "What? Oh, you want me to do something nice for her. I think that I can do that." Richard leaned over and began to kiss Elizabeth's breast. Kissing and sucking on her nipple. "Yes, Hyacinth I think that I will be able to think of something." Richard kept kissing Elizabeth's breast and then started moving lower. He kissed over her chest to her stomach and Hyacinth was telling him about Sheridan's exhibition and how it was going to last for another five days. Richard was moving over Elizabeth's stomach to the top pf her pubic hair. He lifted his head and blew a kiss at her and said, "Isn't that wonderful." Elizabeth was trying to stop Richard...sort of. She was half-heartedly pushing him away. All the while trying to stifle her laughing and trying to keep her moans of pleasure from being heard. Richard was now spreading Elizabeth's legs and was kissing her inner thighs. He moved up her thighs to her labia. Richard was breathing in the scent of her sex. Loving the aroma and savouring the flavour of her nectar. Richard had the phone to his ear and in the middle of his licking and sucking Elizabeth's quim said, "Oh, I'm munching on something, yes some dessert. Yes, it tastes wonderful and I am loving it." He licked her nether lips and stuck his tongue as far into her vagina as he could, sucking and drinking her free-lowing juices. Elizabeth was holding his head to her groin and gasping and moaning as quietly as she could. Richard said into the phone, "I'm eating pie, Hyacinth. And it's delicious. No I will not stop eating, I will try to be more quiet, but I will not stop eating." His tongue went from her labia up to her clitoris. Her quickly found it and began to lick and suck on that delight-bringing button. Elizabeth went into an orgasm holding a pillow over her face to muffle her screams. She writhed and shook as the orgasm crashed over her again and again. She screamed into the pillow as her back arched and she mashed her cunt into Richard's face. Finally, as Elizabeth fell back onto the bed, completely spent, Hyacinth was telling Richard that she wouldn't possibly be home before Wednesday as that's when the show would close. She wanted to be there to give Sheridan her love and support. When Richard made a comment that Sheridan was probably more interested in the support than the love, Hyacinth informed Richard in a very haughty voice that Sheridan had sold a number of his works and had made a tidy sum...and no, she had not purchased anything. He moved up next to Elizabeth and as he bent down to kiss her lips he thought: Hyacinth gone until Thursday morning, Sheridan making money and Elizabeth in his bed...this couldn't get any better. Hyacinth put Sheridan on the phone to speak to his father. Sheridan was very excited about the sales and he talked non-stop, telling Richard all about the show and his plans for the future. He thanked his father for letting his mother stay until Thursday morning as Tarquin had to leave to take care of his father who had fallen ill. He hoped that Richard wouldn't be put out too much by Hyacinth staying with him. Richard assured him that he would survive without his wife and that they should have a good time together. Hyacinth got back on the phone and said her good byes and they hung up. As he did Richard turned to Elizabeth and planted a big kiss on her right breast. Elizabeth hugged him to her and sighed, "Richard you have made feel things that I have never felt before. I can't believe what you did to me and with Hyacinth on the line. Richard you are completely crazy." Richard lifted himself up and smiling at the beautiful woman said, "I had no intention of interrupting my dessert because of a phone call." Elizabeth grabbed him and pulled him on top of her and kissed him as she spread her legs. Richard moved between them and grabbed his cock and guided it into her hungry quim. She smiled as he pushed against her and his dick slowly slid into her. Once again she was filled like never before. The sensation was electrifying. She was surprised as her body shook and quaked in another orgasm. Richard began pounding into her for all he was worth, giving her more pleasure than she thought possible. Elizabeth was in a continuous series of orgasms and her legs were in a vice-like grip around Richard's hips. She was thrashing beneath him like she was having an epileptic fit. Then with a final plunge into her cunt Richard released all of the pent up tension that had been building in his groin and with a loud groan gave up his body's essence and he shot round after round of his white hot cream into the deepest recesses of her vagina. The feeling of this flood of cum rushing into her was unbelievable. Never before, with any of his lovers, had he experienced anything close to the climax he was now experiencing. Elizabeth was the most fantastic lover that ever lived on this earth. He thought that he would never stop cumming into her and he certainly didn't want to. When his balls had emptied themselves into Elizabeth and his dick started to soften, Richard rolled to his side. He put his arm around her and he kissed her. Both fell into an exhausted but contented sleep. They were both awake before the sun but the sun was well up when they got out of bed, both happy and relaxed. As it was Saturday, they had grocery shopping to do and had things around the house to get done. Most of the day they were apart doing the things that had to be done, but they did have lunch together. After lunch Richard went into the den and sat on the big armchair. Elizabeth joined him and sat on his lap. As they sat there kissing, she started to undo his trousers and when she had completed that task she pulled them down to his knees. She lifted her skirt (wearing nothing beneath), straddled his legs and as she lowered herself onto his prodigious member, the phone rang. She looked at him and gave a little laugh. "It's probably Emmet. He didn't call yesterday and I was expecting him to call today. He won't call every day...doesn't want to hover, but every other day he does." Richard gave a small smile and said, "Then you'd better answer it as we wouldn't want him to worry." She reached over and picked up the phone. As she put it to her ear and said "Hello...Emmet?" she lowered herself taking all of Richard's dick into her body. "Well who else would be ringing me in the afternoon?" "No, Hyacinth wouldn't be calling me from Sheridan's. Yes, she will be there for another day or so." "Richard didn't go with her. I don't know if he will be going later, I have the feeling that he won't be." Elizabeth began moving her hips and flexing the muscled of her vagina, as if she were massaging his cock. Richard, for his part, began to push into her, slowly moving his dick in and out. Elizabeth kept talking to her brother as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Like it was normal to have her vagina filled with a large cock as she talked on the phone. She went on, "So tell me, how are things going there? Is the production going well?" 'Really, he has the lead? God, I have seen him on the telly hundreds of times. That's wonderful." Knowing that once she got Emmet talking about the show he would go on and on. Elizabeth began to grind her hips into Richard's erection. He started to push up and they started a rhythm of fucking that became more and more frantic as the seconds passed. Their breathing became laboured as they pounded into each other. He was holding her close and she lowered her face and mashed her lips against his. She had the mouthpiece of the phone held tightly to her chest. Emmet just kept talking and telling her all about London and the production, blissfully unaware that his sister was getting royally fucked. Elizabeth put her head into the crook of Richard's shoulder and moaned into him as her orgasm washed over her. Again and again she was overwhelmed as waves of pleasure inundated her. Richard feeling her vaginal muscles grip his dick and hold it, grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him. He gave up the fight to hold off and his cum jetted out of his dick into her warm receptive womb. He threw his head back and silently screamed out his joy. The lovers held each other in a tight embrace, never wanting to let go. Softly kissing and trying to get their breath back to normal. Elizabeth brought the phone back to her ear and listened to her brother still going on about the production. "It's good that someone as talented and famous as that is so nice and good to work with. He does seem like that sort of person...Well, I understand you are very busy. So don't worry if you can't call tomorrow, I will survive." "Yes, Richard has stopped in...I know he is a real sweetheart. I was thinking that I would invite him for lunch tomorrow...Oh Emmet you're terrible. How could you possible think something like that?" "Don't worry, I will be fine. You take care and enjoy yourself. Bye now." She reached over and hung up the phone. Elizabeth smiled at Richard, "Emmet doesn't want me seducing you tomorrow at lunch," she giggled. Richard looked at her in mock horror. "Seduce me? You're not that kind of woman..." She laughed and said, "I would never do something like that. But shagging you until your eyes cross, that's another story." They both laughed and kissed. Then Elizabeth got off Richard's lap and said with a mock pout. "I guess I should get back to my house work. And you back to fixing the switch. Hyacinth told me that she wanted you to repair it before anyone 'of importance' came and found that the ivory candles in the loo didn't work." Richard stood up and tucked his dick into his pants, came to attention and saluted. "Yes Ma'am! I will get to work as quickly as possible. But I couldn't possible go out there with John Thomas exposed, now could I?" Elizabeth put her arm around Richard and held him close. She gave him a kiss and reached down and rubbed his dick through his trousers. "Oh do take care of him, I wouldn't want him to get cold. But if he does, I know a wonderful place for him to get warm," she giggled. Richard laughed have her a quick hug and a kiss and went home and back to the switch in the loo. When Richard was gone, Elizabeth thought with a bit of surprise I'm becoming very forward with Richard. I wonder what he thinks. But he seems to like it as he responds to my teasing quite nicely...quite nicely indeed. Richard fixed the switch and began to prepare dinner for Elizabeth and him in the early evening. He made a roast and potatoes with mixed vegetables. He rang her up at around six thirty and just said, "Dinner is served." She was there in a flash with a big grin on her face. She didn't know what it was, but she became like a silly teenager when she was going to meet Richard. She was very pleasantly surprised when she saw what he had made for dinner and was pleased that he would go to so much trouble for her. She wasn't used to having anyone doing things for her, and she liked it.