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The Immoral Chauffeur

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER 1

For nine years Eliot Dickson had been Charles B. Woodstock's trusted chauffeur, driving Charles everywhere at anytime, day or night. Eliot was paid handsomely for serving the industrialist so devotedly and Eliot often got to enjoy some perks.

Charles was happily married, so it was said. He was sixty-three while Elizabeth his second wife was forty-two, only a year older than their chauffeur and Charles' daughters were forty-two and thirty-nine. Charles had made it quite clear that his family was out of bounds to Eliot but that rule did not apply to the other women Charles seduced in the rear of the limo.

Although fired with lust, Charles was prone to ejaculating early, a misdeed more common that men care to admit. So rather often when Eliot delivered Charles home after another half-baked adulterous encounter, the dissatisfied lady in the back would call to Eliot before they reached the main gates and left the property, "Oh Eliot, I feel like stopping somewhere discreet" or words to that effect. An occasional common bitch would call, "Stop the limo Eliot and fuck me."

Common or not, what the women similarly featured were comely looks, big breasts and ample asses. 

Being polite and cooperative, Eliot would stop the vehicle on request and enter the back compartment to finish the job that his employer had left hanging. Whenever Eliot delivered a woman home under this remarkable arrangement, next morning Charles would ask for a report. They would then discuss the relative merits of the women and they would be rated. The men saw it as good wholesome activity, not that women could be expected to see it that way. 

Charles' women were usually interested in repeat invitation because Charles would wine and dine them elegantly and much later Eliot would finish them off elegantly, being such a polite man with a beautifully fat and long penis.

One of Eliot's favorites, Ellen, would look at him with her big round eyes as they said goodbye, "Eliot, you do give me the biggest mouthful of all men I've ever known." Although she said it often, Eliot never tired of hearing it, aware the comely Ellen had known a large number of men during the past twenty years. 

Elizabeth and her two married stepdaughters looked attractive and had reasonably sized breasts but delectable firm and small asses that made Eliot's eyes wander and ferment his rampant mind. He longed to get at the pussies of each one of them but loyalty to his patron prevented him from plucking them.

Eliot knew from what Charles had told him Charles would go into a restaurant known to be popular with women who dined alone, being widows or their husbands were away on business or consorting with another woman or perhaps a male. Charles would enter, the waiters would rush him knowing he was a big tipper and that would attract the eyes especially of women dining alone. They would see the single flute delivered to Charles' table. Charles would take a sip and if locking eyes with a comely woman would beckon her. Something like one out of four or five would be a lucky strike and go to Charles' table where a waiter would arrive with a second flute before her ass touched the seat.

After dropping Charles at the restaurant Eliot would park somewhere and read the newspaper or listen to a jazz CD until Charles called and Eliot would drive to the entrance of the restaurant. Most women, seeing the Mercedes limo would automatically begin to open their legs. Only in a few instances would they insist on being driven to their home without as much as a hint of sexual favor. 

On this wet and windy night Charles came down the steps of the restaurant with a redhead. Eliot parked discretely with the screen built into the front seat up. Unbeknown to Charles he'd installed two hidden cameras so if the lights were left on he'd follow the seduction or if the lights were out he'd just have audio but even that could be quite entertaining, particular if the outraged woman had never been previously asked to take it up the ass.

From camera feed Eliot knew this woman was called Helen and she had a real bush between her legs. She called it with pride, "My red forest." Eliot watched, licking his lips, as Ellen pushed Charles' head between his legs and then he lost interest, only to hear Helen sometime later scream, "Help, oh god help!"

Eliot raced around and opened the back door to find Ellen pinned. At first he thought Charles had fainted but soon found no sign of pulse and heard the final gurgling of a dead man.

Ellen was very brave about it. "Get him off me – oh god, is he still in me."

"No, it's shriveled and clear of you. Lack of blood flow I'm afraid."

"No, no. Don't speak to me about it."

Eliot piled on charm. "You have a very beautiful bush Ellen."

"Stop it. This is no time for flirtation." At the same time she seemed very pleased.

Ellen you go and sit in the front. "I'll deal with this."

Eliot used a cleaning cloth dampened with window spray to clean Charles and zip him. He fastened Charles' shirt buttons and knotted his tie and then struggled to get him into his jacket and then buckled his seat belt.

"There we go, all done. Do you wish me to finish...?"

"Please drive me home Eliot."

"Right. Don't say a word about this to anyone Ellen and no one will ever know Charles died while screwing you."

After dropping off Ellen, Eliot raced to hospital A&E and reported his employed had coughed violently and then called out for help. "I think he's dead."

The body was raced off to check for vital signs and Eliot was asked to wait for the arrival of police.

Eliot called Elizabeth.

"Hi Mrs Woodstock. I'm calling from the hospital. It's Charles. He appears to have suffered a heart attack. I raced here with him. I suggest you brace yourself for the worst."

"Come and get me Eliot."

"Right, I'm on my way. He discussed the matter with the woman in charge and she said tell the decease's wife to call a cab."

"Mrs Woodstock never rides in public transport," Eliot sniffed. "Assign a hospital security officer to ride with me."

"All right. And you make sure you damn well return here do you hear?"

"I hear you loud a clear Mrs Simpson." 

* * *

Driving Elizabeth home from the cemetery along with her elder stepdaughter Emily and stockbroker husband Frank and stepdaughter Stephanie and physician husband Tim, with the Elizabeth calling through the intercom to lower the screen between them, Eliot soon found out what this was about.

"You have been a loyal servant of this family Eliot. There is the reading of the will tomorrow and after you return us home your employment with us will end. You may stay in your apartment above the garages for another week while you find somewhere else to go and during that time I want you to sell this vehicle and you will receive 10% of the selling price. I shall buy a smaller car for myself."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Where will you go?" Emily asked.

"I have no idea. During the almost ten years I have been with the family my parents have died and my brothers and sisters have married and my former family home has been sold."

"Oh mother, you can't throw Eliot out like this."

"Well I suppose not. Stay in the apartment Eliot for as long as you wish but your salary will terminate on Friday."

"Oh how will you survive financially?" Emily asked.

"Well I have money put away and your father did say if he died while I was in his employ he'd look after me."

"Well one or two thousand dollars, even five, won't get you much beyond bread and cheese living," Elizabeth sighed. "Let's wait until we hear the extent of any bequest to you. Perhaps I could think of bolstering it."

More that a hundred people in vehicles followed the limo from the cemetery for afternoon tea and drinks. Eliot took the newspaper and a bottle of wine from the kitchen and retreated to his apartment to read about people seeking to hire somebody like him.

Around 9:00 pm his doorbell sounded. He went down and Stephanie brushed past him and began walking up the stairs.

"I've been very worried about you."

"Should you be here alone with me?"

"Who cares? Most of them over at the house are drunk. Tim has been carried off to bed."

Eliot followed her up to stairs. "You have a great ass Stephanie."

"Tim, I mean Eliot, you can't say that to me. I'm a mother of two."

"Yeah, a great ass for a mother of two. I've often thought of what it would be like to get into your pants."

"Eliot, hush. Someone might hear you."

"Who?"

"Nobody I suppose," she said, giggling.

"You're half drunk and have come over here hoping I'd fuck you. Go on, admit it."

"Eliot," Stephanie said weakly. "I haven't had an affair for some years."

"Well sit on my cock and have one now," he snickered.

"God you are half drunk yourself."

They sat facing each other.

"Do you want to see my cock?"

She nodded.

"Show me your tits first."

"I-I'm out of practice at doing this."

"Then I won't expect you to be perfect. Come on Steph. Get us started. We both want to do this."

Stephanie unzipped the back of her black dress, undid her bra and pulled down the front of her dress and her bra together. "They droop."

"You're not a twenty-eight year old Steph. You have fantastic tits."

"Thanks. Now your turn."

"No, strip off. I want to see what you've got."

As if mesmerized Stephanie stood and dropped her dress and panties.

"Oh my, hold-ups framing a hairless cunt."

"Eliot, please. Call it my pussy."

He ignored her, unzipped and pulled out his erection. "Come over on your knees darling and suck this hot number."

Playing the game Stephanie dropped to her knees and shuffled over, rolling her long tongue lasciviously.

"Oh my, am I going to love fucking you," Eliot leered as Stephanie licked up the length of his erection, her green eyes fixed on Eliot's blue ones as her lifted locks of black wavy hair away from her face. He reached down and began playing with her nipples and Stephanie bent her back into her work and made 'Yuh, yuh, yuh' noises at the back of her throat, keeping time to the rhythm she'd established.

Eliot pushed her back and pulled her up a bit to titty-fuck her into his explosive finish, most of it streaming into Stephanie's mouth as she bent her head down to receive it. Eliot thought of the emotionally cold Charles ineffectually plowing his ladies as if they were whores and they generally they didn't bother to act like one. In comparison Stephanie was acting like a neglected woman, plying him with warmth and even a hint of affection. He slipped on to the floor beside her. Stephanie, not bothering to wipe cum from her face, straddled him, facing Eliot, and rode him, Eliot catching her flying tits and squeezing them as if he loved them.

Stephanie rested back with her hands just above his knees for purchase and keeping balanced.

They smiled at each other through slightly opened mouths, sweating, looking at one another as the enjoyed the immorality of the adultery although knowing they would remain virtually strangers who'd just enjoyed a good fuck on a night of mutual need. It was the almost desperate action of two people attempting to fill a gap in their lives with the unexpected departure of father/employer who'd meant something to them. Beyond that there was little in common between them beyond what they were doing just then.

Next day after the reading of the will Eliot waited in the limo outside the bar where the family in shock had withdrawn. Wife and daughters would receive after probate inheritances far bigger than expected because of astute management by Charles to grow his meat processing business and the investments the family had not known about.

Widow Elizabeth and her two stepdaughters and their husbands continued to drink liquor on the drive home. Although merry there was no interchange between them and the chauffeur who, as usual, drove faultlessly.

The two couples left the vehicle and went noisily into the house. Elizabeth called in the intercom for Eliot to join her in the back.

Eliot often thought about fucking Elizabeth but was surprised she would risk doing it with her family so close. But he'd misjudged her.

"It has been a day mixed with trauma and a little blessing for all of us," she said, pouring champagne and handing Eliot a glass.

"Yes ma'am."

"Drop the pretence Eliot. You have no respect for me and resented me being near Charles because you were overly protective of him, although I'm confident there was no sexual union between you two."

Eliot reminded her how it had started. "When I was knocked senseless by that crazed woman swinging that baseball bat at Charles and blocking the blow with my body he promoting me from packing floor supervisor to his personal chauffeur and enriched my life beyond my expectations."

"Well yes, everyone agreed you performed heroically so his money bought your loyalty?"

"In a way, yes. But the truth was he treated me like...like..."

"Say it, I don't mind."

"He treated me like a son."

Elizabeth sighed. "I don't require your loyalty Eliot. Your employment by our family trust ceases at 5:00 this afternoon. I want you to leave this property by then. My earlier agreement stands. I want you to sell this limo, keep 10% of the proceeds and buy me a Cadillac CTS sedan – the lower powered one."

"Elizabeth, you know I was at the reading of the will by invitation and you saw me there. William granted me a 365-day lease of the chauffeur's accommodation above the garages for the payment of $365. I paid that money to your attorney before I left the office and so have a binding contract. William also left me $400,000, which was very generous of him."

Eliot held out his glass, resting it on the armrest between them and hesitating briefly Elizabeth refilled his flute.

"Please leave Eliot. I don't wish to fight you."

"No."

"Very well, on Monday I'll instruct my attorney to take action to have you legally evicted. You can keep the $400,000."

"Elizabeth, Charles obviously wanted me to have a year's grace in my accustomed home and rewarded me financially for my loyalty. I will not permit you to take any of that from me."

"But I will."

"Oh no you won't Elizabeth. Fill your glass because what I'm about to tell you will make you wish you were blind drunk."

Eliot told her about the nine years of Charles' whoring in the back compartment where they were sitting. Although shocked she was still ready to fight.

"I'll deny that happened."

"I drove those women home Elizabeth and know where they all live. I'd call them as witnesses – have them subpoenaed if necessary."

"You can't do this to me."

"Oh yes I can if you attempt to throw me out of my legitimate home for the next twelve months."

"I find this almost impossible to believe. My husband was partially sexually dysfunctional."

"Well some of the women who were sexually short-changed accept it with good grace. Others still in high arousal accepted William's invitation to have me finish them off. I'd drive him back here and stop the vehicle down amongst the trees and do my duty."

"Duty? Your duty was to be William's chauffeur, not to seduce his dissatisfied women for him. You are depraved, the most immoral chauffeur I've every heard of. You are absolutely disgusting."

"Thank you for being so understanding Elizabeth. You now know the depth of my loyalty to your husband."

"You are sexually depraved."

"Elizabeth, aren't you forgetting something... I'm talking about some of those times when William had gone away on business without me? You had the occasional gentleman for diner and before he's leave late I would have heard the screams of a woman in passionate sexual release. But did I say anything to William? No, I did not because you never were offensive to me, until just a moment ago. I felt in a small way you deserved to have my discretion."

"Oh god, what to do?"

"It's easy Elizabeth. Allow me to stay my extra year here and say nothing to anyone about this, not even to your stepdaughters. Then no-one will ever know."

"But William's sluts?"

"They were paid to keep their mouths shut. Why would they talk and get themselves a bad name? All were regular spinsters or married women not being satisfied at home. To my knowledge none were prostitutes."

"Couldn't you just take pity on me and leave this property Eliot?"

"No. And any time you get lonely over at the big house give me a call to join you for dinner. I will understand that fucking is only an option if you choose it."

"Get out, get out of my car."

"Good night Elizabeth. Now don't forget my offer will you? I won't need to act as the immoral chauffeur because you'll be a widow."

"Good night," Elizabeth said coldly. "Get back in and put the car away please."

That afternoon Eliot advertised the Mercedes Benz S600 Pullman limo for sale expecting the sale to take a very long time but to his surprise he received two calls within eight hours and sold it at a good margin above valuation to a really keen guy who owned a motor vehicle museum. It was the very model he'd been chasing without success. Eliot called Elizabeth to advise her and said he would leave early in the morning to deliver the limo and would return in two days driving her new Cadillac. She sounded grumpy.

"What color do you want?"

"I don't know, I'm drunk."

"What about platinum?"

"Yes, or white."

"We agree on platinum, right. Please remember that."

"Yes, I'll remember that. Drive my cars carefully."

"Yes Mrs Drunken Bitch."

She whispered hoarsely, "You fucker, I'll remember that."

The limo was owned by the family trust and had been leased to the company as the chairman's personal vehicle. Packing up ready for a 4:00 am departure Eliot checked that he had documentation signed two days ago by Elizabeth and her attorney giving Eliot authority to sell the limo and another authority and a blank check giving his authority to buy a new car for Elizabeth Stella Woodstock. Satisfied he went to bed and drifted off to sleep dreaming about fucking Elizabeth but she kept bucking him off until he spoke lovingly to her and then she melted and soaked him in girl's cum. 

The alarm awoke Eliot at he remembered the dream and thought dream? It must have been a nightmare. Who'd want to get into that bitch?

He arrived back next evening just before 11:00 and Elizabeth came running out hauling a gown over her flimsy nightdress. Eliot caught the flashes of very long legs and swallowed.

They walked around the CTS sedan and she thought it was lovely.

"Take me for a short drive."

"Say please."

"Please Eliot. The girls have gone and I'm here alone and feel lonely."

"My understanding is you'll suffer, if you're strong it will be only for a short while, and then you will blossom into new life."

"God, you make it sound almost desirable."

"Just be strong Elizabeth and don't be afraid to weep in your loneliness."

"Thank you Eliot. Shall we go?"

As they drove down towards the main gates Elizabeth, sitting in the back seat, said, "Exactly where did you fuck those dreadful women in my husband's limo?"

"I parked up ahead on the S-bend on the short clearing beside the old well."

"Oh here. Were any of them any good?"

"Surprisingly, yes. In fact most of them were pretty good, although I must say I'm no connoisseur."

"Have you ever had a women who has blown you away?"

"Almost, actually one quite recently."

"Do I know her?"

Eliot sighed and said she must excuse him but such encounters were best kept confidential.

"You are being very polite to me."

"You seem pleased with this new car and appear genuinely interested in my sexual adventures with women."

"Your immorality with women has no interest to me."

"Liar."

Elizabeth giggled. "I'd like a turn at the wheel now... er please."


The Immoral Chauffeur



She parked in the garage and as she was going said, "I must invite you over for a meal some time."

She didn't say when and Eliot thought it was unlikely to happen.

As she was walking away he said, "If you want to be driven anywhere give me a call and I'll drive you. I'm doing nothing."

"Thanks but no thanks."

Two days later the resident housekeeper/cook came over with mail for Eliot. It included a letter from Elizabeth's attorney. It simply stated: Dear Mr Dickson. Mrs Elizabeth Woodstock accepts you have every right to continue your occupancy of the chauffeur's accommodation on her property and wishes to advise you formally that she has dropped her intention to have you legally evicted."

"Bitch," Eliot sighed, ripping up the letter and tossed it in the trashcan. "You could have told me that yourself." He went into the city on one of the female bikes in the garage, stopping occasionally to pump up the perished front tire. He bought a two-year-old red GMC Canyon manual-transmission pickup with short box and 4-wheel drive, reasonable mileage. He managed to beat the dealer down to $8,500 after finding the vehicle had been on the site for four months.

Eliot stopped near a bar and saw Elizabeth walking along carrying shopping bags. He waved and she smiled. He thought that was something.

"I'm going to that bar across the street. Want to join me?"

"Well I really ought to be getting home..."

"Please yourself."

"Um I'll take these bags to the car and join you."

"Put them in the pickup behind me. I've just purchased it."

"Oh, it looks manly."

"What?"

"Um, it's a masculine type of vehicle."

"I'm getting into hunting and fishing to give myself recreational enlightenment."

"What?"

"To give myself thinking time amid nature. I need to work out my future."

Hearing about thinking time Elizabeth must have thought he'd be better off working. 

She said, "That five acres behind the house. I need to do something with it."

Work-shy Eliot worked a diversion. "Here give me your bags and we'll talk about that with a drink in our hand. Are these five bags all sexy underwear?"

Elizabeth colored and said just one bag contained underwear.

Eliot dropped his head. "Sorry, I could be accused of prying."

"No, it's okay. I didn't think you'd be interested."

Eliot turned his back on her to hide his surprise. He placed Elizabeth's shopping in his vehicle and locked it.

"Um, do I take your arm?"

"What would you like to do?"

"Um take your arm, just to be friendly."

"So all of this is not part of the build-up to attempted seduction?"

"I'll drive you to your vehicle if you wish."

"No, this is fine. Please take my arm."

They sat at the bar, Elizabeth with wine and Eliot holding a handle of beer.

She said she liked her wine and then caught him by surprise. "Your attitude towards me is softening."

That was news to him. The hostility between them had been all her making. He grabbed something he'd heard someone say at the funeral. "As time passes you're becoming more relaxed and less sensitive."

"Oh am I?"

"You are better dressed and back to wearing full makeup again."

"You noticed?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

They sat is silence.

"The five acres?"

"Oh yes, I need to do something with it. It hasn't been grazed for two years."

"Yeah, the grass is rank. Tell you what. I'll ask old Freddie Rook if he'll cut the grass and bale it. Then I'll sell it to the nursery as they sell old hay to people to protect the roots of their fruit trees over winter."

"Well I never knew that."

"Yeah, they do. And In return I'll do the maintenance on all of Freddie's boundary fences. That could take a week to 10 days so he'll see that as a fair deal."

"No, I'll pay Freddie."

"Freddie doesn't have much use for money and he sits at home with Gladys day after day thinking he ought to do the fencing but he doesn't like doing fencing and doesn't like paying people to repair his fences."

"How do you know Freddie so well?"

"He gets me over to help with his cattle."

"Oh really. Perhaps I could lease my pastures to him to graze cattle. I'll ask him."

"He won't like doing business with you. He thinks you are too grand to talk to Gladys and him."

"Oh am I really that bad?"

Eliot decided to say nothing and looked straight ahead. Elizabeth looked up into the mirror at the back of the bar and caught Eliot's gaze.

He winked.

"Oh god, I really am that bad aren't I?"

"Well go over and make the offer."

"No, you do it please."

"No. It's the opportunity to stop being the stuck up bitch."

"Right," she said, exercising obvious self-control. "I will when the bales are taken away. What do I say to him?"

"You say, 'Mr Rook you did a beautiful job at mowing my grass and baling it. Would you like to lease those pastures for grazing and if you like take hay off them. We will be applying fertilizer'. Freddie will look at you wondering where the catch in this is. He'll say, 'How much' and you will speak the language he understands. 'Oh just the going rate Mr Rook' and Freddie will probably say, 'For two years?' and you'll say yes and he'll say come in for coffee and meet the wife."

"Oh, is that all?"

"Yes."

"But what is the going rate?"

"What Freddie pays you. He'll not cheat you, in fact knowing you have come off your high horse he'll probably over-pay you."

"How do you know this?"

"I grew up on a ranch and knowing ranching and farming people."

Elizabeth flung her hands out, almost knocking over her drink. "I have a degree in finance but apart from that I know practically nothing."

"A degree in finance? Then why don't you call a board meeting and announce you offer yourself for the chairmanship and would they please elect you. The deputy chairman will have been waiting for the next board meeting thinking the chair is his."

"But I know nothing about the business? I scarcely remember how to get there."

"Well go there and get the CEO to tour the plant with you and then explain the business management system fully to you, making notes of the different departments and the executives and managers and then their areas of responsibility and then sit down with him and go over the last quarterly accounts. Talk to him expertly about them and he'd be astonished, so astonished he won't fall out of his chair when you request him to call an meeting of the board as you wish to be voted in as chairman. You are the majority stockholder."

"You want me to do that? God, I couldn't do that."

"You could do it easily if you bothered to get off your ass and act confidently and be unafraid to say you will be requiring heaps of support until you familiarize yourself with the operation."

"You come with me. Yes, you know all about it, at least in theory. You come and support me."

"To be your crutch? No. The CEO would immediately lose respect for you."

"He'll do that anyway."

"No he won't. He of all people will see you as the natural successor."

"Oh god, I can't do this. Are you sure you are only a chauffeur?"

"A little more. I recall you describing me as the immoral chauffeur."

"Oh, you must hate me. Are you pushing me into this in punishment?"

Eliot sighed. "No Elizabeth, just get it into your pretty head that you are the natural successor."

"My what?"

"Your head."

"You said my pretty head."

"Oh that's just bar talk and me looking at your plump tits for too long."

"You are disgusting Eliot. Absolutely disgusting."

Eliot faked a huge sigh of relief. "Thank Christ our relationship has normalized Elizabeth. You have to have someone to dislike and I'm that guy. It's you turn to order drinks."

"I don't know what to say. You are..."

"Just say a repeat order please and leave it to our bar girl having the brains to work that out."

"You confuse me; I don't react at all well to you."

"That's fine Elizabeth, just don't confuse the bar girl."

They walked to the pickup later and Eliot drove Elizabeth to her vehicle.

"Thank you. I feel I have been pummeled and yet I feel I have been intellectually stimulated. I repeat; you confuse me."

"Well just show me your tits and be off."

Elizabeth grinned. "I'm letting you get away with that. You are just an incredibly big tease. Bye Eliot. I enjoyed myself, I think."



CHAPTER 2

A week went by and still Eliot wasn't invited across to the big house for dinner. The grass had been cut and baled and the carted off by the plant nursery for storage on wasteland at the back of the nursery. The 710 small square bales of wasted grass weighing 40 to 50lbs each resulted in a check for $603.90 – peanuts but the grass that rank was considered to have little or no nutritional value. The nursery bought it in for 85c a bale and paid the cartage and would probably spin it off to grateful customers for at least $6.50 a bale. The brown look of the pastures after haymaking was already turning green with new grass growth.

After dinner Eliot was sitting on his upstairs balcony listening to music and looking across at the big house waiting to see Elizabeth come up from dinner and disappear into her bathroom to run a bath. He often saw her in a bra and skirt and she would stand side on to him near the window looking at the wall – presumably she had a wall mirror. She'd let her hair down and as the last chunk feel Eliot would say, "Sexy." She never looked out of the window at him.

His phone went. Ah, Elizabeth calling to ask him to come over and attend to her. Oh yes! But the caller was Freddie Rook.

"Want you to help me put in two posts tomorrow and swing a gate."

"Okay."

"It's to allow me to put my yearling steers into your fancy lady's five acres."

"Oh yeah?"

"I'm leasing her pastures for two years. You know this. She said it was your idea to cut the grass and lease the three pastures to me."

"That's right. But I made her ask you."

"Good one Eliot. I saw her coming and said to Gladys here comes that snobby woman with a broom up her ass. Well she was as nice as pie, conducted the negotiations like a rancher and we invited her to sit with us for coffee and she smiled and said yes. She made no comment about the untidiness of the kitchen with breakfast and lunch dishes not done. Then as she was leaving she smiled at Gladys and said if Gladys was ever feeling poorly just get me to phone her shopping list through to her and she would see us right and deliver it to us."

"Well I be damned Freddie."

"Yeah, that's been right neighborly isn't it? Have you been feeding her ten inches or something a little shorter? She's never been like this before."

"No way. She's still struggling to try to like me. I reckon Charles would have kept her suppressed and now she's finding her feet as a free woman."

Eliot looked up and almost dropped his phone. Elizabeth was standing near the window looking right at him and dropped her bra. It was too far away to see her expression. He hoped it was one of lust. As soon as Freddie finished the call Eliot began thinking of feeding Widow Dickson something very much shorter than ten inches.

But that enterprising through turned to custard.

Next morning Elizabeth and Eliot met by chance in the garages. She greeted him warmly and said she was on her way to the plant. She had spent six days there already finding out how each department operated and was spending that morning with the CEO.

"That's marvelous. Have you asked him to call that special board meeting?"

"I will this morning."

"Good, I'm very proud of you."

Elizabeth's mouth dropped open. He pretended not to have noticed and said, "I'm off to our boundary fence to help Freddie cut that fence and put in two end posts and swing a gate."

"Well you just keep a tally of the hours you work on my behalf and I'll reimburse you. Casual labor rate is around $11.10 and hour I understand. Would you accept twenty bucks an hour?"

"Well yes, I should be working to keep fit and occupy my mind. My eyes were playing tricks on me last night."

That comment was ignored. "Bye, have a nice day."

Eliot snorted. She'd offered $20 bucks an hour to a guy her husband had paid $7500 a month to have him on any day at any hour, day or night. And she'd inherited property and other assets totally $14.8 million. It was a fucking crazy world and he was being exploited. He then thought he usually spent a few hours a week helping Freddie out and received nothing more than sandwiches and coffee.

That evening Eliot's lightly increasing interest in bedding Widow Woodstock came crashing down when he saw a mid-size Mercedes arrive at the big house and a guy alone climb out and clutching flowers. He recognized Frank Mason, CEO at the plant. Frank was in his late fifties with two adult children but carrying flowers indicated he was in courting mode.

Eliot was incensed. Then as time went by that changed to jealousy and then he had another mood swing and decided he was not longer interested in Widow Woodstock and her pussy.

At no time did he see a light go on in Elizabeth's bedroom and then at 9:30, an hour after the housekeeper/cook would have gone to bed to go to sleep watching TV, the porch light went on and Frank Mason came out followed by Elizabeth. They were talking but Eliot could hear what they were saying. Then Frank leaned forward and kissed Elizabeth lightly and pulled away quite quickly. Eliot heard him call goodnight and as he closed his car door Elizabeth went inside, closing the door and putting out the light. Her upstairs bedroom light didn't come on so Eliot thought she'd gone to the study or to the far lounge to read. It occurred to him those were the normal action of a woman who had not just committed adultery. He was at a loss to explain his emotional turmoil.

Elizabeth called him just before she left at 8:15 to ask him to collect her stepdaughter Emily from the train at 9:00. Emily was coming to stay for a few days and Elizabeth would be home soon after noon."

"Sure, I'll do that."

"And keep her company if she needs that. She and Frank have had a huge row."

"Sure, no problem."

"Thank you."

* * *

Well if anyone was up herself it was black hair and creamy skin Emily. She was good looking with a body as every bit as good as her sister Stephanie but her coldness left Eliot with no interest in her, not that they'd ever been alone together. He decided he'd meet the train and dump Emily at the big house and that would be that.

Emily greeted him with a small kiss on the cheek. Eliot's breath caught when he noticed the tits. "Mom called to say she had this business meeting with senior executives at the plant and that you'd look after me, a shoulder to cry on if needed?"

Feeling quite unsympathetic Eliot grabbed her suitcase on wheels and said, "What did you do to upset Frank so severely?"

"Me upset Frank – are you mad? It was Frank who upset me."

"Oh yeah, want to talk about it?"

"I found him in bed with another woman. My meeting had been cancelled. It was in our bed."

"Where they actually doing it?"

"Yes. God he was sweating like a pig."

"Yeah, I can understand your distaste. Despite what people think about sex, it's not so lovely when you watch people amid the act."

"Have you seen people at it?"

"Yeah including this guy with a huge dick who was..."

"Eliot, really."

"Oh sorry, you were telling me what you saw."

"Well I had no expectation of telling you anything."

"But you have."

"Well yes, I suppose I have. He was jerking his cock with his hand all over his tits."

"Was that a surprise."

"Frankly it was a great surprise."

"So he doesn't do that to you?"

"No, I don't like his semen over me."

"Why not?"

Eliot turned and Emily looked a little surprised. "This may seem silly but I don't really know."

"Do you allow him to give it to you up the ass?"

"God no. Um Eliot, why are you talking to me like this? It's highly irregular."

"Are you feeling better?"

"I... um... well as a matter of fact I feel so much better. I think my cloud has lifted."

"Well then, there you go."

"Eliot, I can't believe this is you talking to me like this. I had picked you for a pompous guy with no interests other than my father and his limo."

"Well those two were my life."

Emily nodded and said well she supposed they were. "I could say you never took any notice of me."

"The elder married daughter. Yes you could say that but you'd be wrong. I often was captivated by your tits and you ass is as good if not better than Stephanie's."

"But she has a beautiful... are you saying I measure up to Steph?"

"In my eyes, yes."

They were walking to the pickup. Eliot said, "Do you fell like spilling out your tits to give me a good look at them?"

"What here in the parking lot with security cameras. Are you mad? No way. Wait until we get... oh god, what am I saying."

"I could be wrong if I said you are thinking of committing adultery yourself."

"I had thought about on when on the train to teach that bastard a lesson. But I had not thought it would be with you. Eliot, please, you can't talk to me like this."

He held the door open and Emily climbed in, receiving a slap on the ass halfway there.

She giggled.

He jumped in and drove off, saying nothing, knowing he'd wound Emily up so tight she was about to burst. If she spoke first she'd allow him to fuck her."

"Are you fucking my stepmother?"

That wobbled Eliot's confidence but he managed, "No."

"We all thought you would be. Steph's theory is daddy extended your stay in the chauffeur's apartment for a year to allow that to happen."

"Well that's news to me. Your stepmother talks to me but distances herself."

"You've never dated?"

"No and I've not been in the big house since your guys left and she hasn't been in my apartment though of course I sometimes meet her in the garages. I did see her in the city one day and took her across the road to a bar for a drink. But as far as I could tell she appeared far from being comfortable. It could happen of course but she'd have to change to make it happen."

"Do you want me to talk to her about it?"

"Emily, please don't. I seem to put her on edge and you talking to her about me like that would possible make her go berserk, spoiling your time with her."

"Oh right, I get your point. Are you thinking of having sex with me?"

"Not really. You are a wounded woman."

"I want it to happen."

"Okay, let's get started. Flop out your tits."

"What here – passing motorists will see me?"

"All of them would have seen tits before."

"It could cause an accident."

"Right, sound thinking. Unzip me and play with my dick."

"Okay."

Eliot parked in the garage and Emily giggling, waving her panties above her head, had gone running up the stairs. Eliot ran after her yelling he wanted to bite her ass.

Emily stood in surrender position at the top of the stairs, panting, and her face scarlet.

"I've never gone the whole hog on adultery before," she almost whimpered, "I've had my pussy licked a couple of times and done fellatio a few times when drunk and being fingered."

"Some say there is a first time for everything."

Her eyes widened and she nodded. "I can agree with that." She reached for Eliot, unzipping him.

"May I kiss you passionately? Some women in this situation with loyalties to another male often don't like that."

"You adulterous bastard... you must frequently cohabit with timid married woman. You may stick your tongue down my throat and shaft me down below until I'm senseless. I'm letting go of everything."

"But not my erection."

"Oh no Eliot, I'm taking this lethal weapon home with me," Emily said, filling her hand with her find.

Standing, Emily thrust her pelvis forward and was so wet that Eliot's cock went straight up requiring only minor adjustment. He grabbed behind her thighs and she half-leaped to assist him, mindful she didn't want to rip him out of her. Eliot staggered to get her back against the wall and he then hammered her, they tongued each other mercilessly until Emily's gasps came together like machine-gun fire, her face by them crimson, and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling.




The Immoral Chauffeur



"Come for me Emily."

She bucked and gushed.

Fighting back the desire to yawn and rest, Eliot rushed Emily to the sofa before there was any chance of her wallowing in guilt. He threw her over the arm if the sofa and attacked her doggy-style. She heaved at him twice more and then he climaxed as she screamed, Yes, yeeess, yeeeeees, oh thank goodness we can now stop."

"I want you naked."

"Then undress me."

When they were both fully undressed they rested.

"You and Stephanie both have lovely breast shapes for maturing women."

Eliot realized his mistake and watched her snap her head up.

"Ohmigod, you've also fucked Steph?"

Eliot acted decisively. "Emily, I'm sorry. But I never talk about past erotic adventures."

"Erotic adventure with me and Steph? Oh boy, if you want eroticism you wait to you get my step mom to unleash herself on you."

"Emily, I mean it. I cannot talk about other women with you." Eliot had to say that although wanting to know what did Emily know about Elizabeth's sexual prowess. He didn't have to ask."

"Two years ago we had a really drunken party at our family house and a couple of guys told me about Elizabeth in vivid detail. I wasn't even shocked. I knew there must be something about her I hadn't seen otherwise why would dad have married her."

"You have lovely fuckable breasts." 

"Thank you," she smiled and licked his chin.

They dozed.

Emily, feeling weary, played with Eliot until he was hard again.

"Are you a tiger for punishment?"

"You mentioned my fuckable breasts. Would you like a titty fuck?"

He replied thoughtfully, "Yeah, but there's not a lot in that for you."

A feeling of daring swept through her. "Then what about my ass. Do you have lube?"

"Yes, in the bathroom."

"Get it."

When he returned and asked had she taken it in the ass before Emily smiled and kissed him, rubbing his lubed cock while he fingered her ass with lube. "Not for a few years. Frank lost interest in it."

"Well it takes a bit of preparation."

"He's lost a lot of interest in me."

"Then you should think about talking to him about it. Say you want him to rekindle your relationship otherwise you'll dump him."

"Dump him but what about the children?"

"That's another thing to talk to him about."

Emily turned over and began thinking. She found Eliot to be patient and careful. Her eyes watered at times but she never cried out. She felt like complaining a few times but kept her mouth shut. Finally she felt his gain the last inch and his groin was right against her butt.

"Are you fully in?"

"All the way."

Emily looked up and saw the wall clock. "Christ it's 11:48."

They banged like rabbits. She ran to the shower, drops of cum and liquid flying over his polished floor.

She looked around at the incriminating trail and he laughed saying it was one of the advantages of having wood floors – they cleaned up just fine.

Emily was over talking to the housekeeper/cook Mrs Ryan and finishing a cup of coffee when Elizabeth walked in.

"Hello darling. I'll grab a bottle of wine and we can sit out in the sun and you can tell me all about it."

"Should we invite Eliot over?"

"No."

Emily was aware Elizabeth caught her disappointment and Elizabeth said, "We can invite him to dinner if that's your wish. Why this interest in Eliot."

"I can't believe how well he handled me at the station, walking over to his red truck and then driving here. I had expected him to shy away from me, believing you would have hinted there was trouble with Frank. But no, he bored straight into it and before long I was no longer feeling guilty and hurt and was beginning to accept his view that really it was no big deal but it was wrong of Frank to have that bitch in our bed. I began laughing – laughing Elizabeth. It was then I knew I was out of my crisis."

"My god, he's had no experience with women other than seducing them, and virtually no experience of family life and he wouldn't know a thing about children."

"But he spent nine years with dad, being with him probably more than mom and then you ever were."

"Ah yes, that's a big point," Elizabeth mused. "It's possible he knows all about our strengths and weaknesses. Tell me about the two children. Right now they are in a vulnerable position."

That evening Eliot walked over to the big house for pre-dinner drinks. After receiving the invitation he'd gone into the city and brought some new clothes and so was wearing a snapping black shirt, white tailored pants and stylish Italian shoes. He saw both women, in best dresses and full make-up looking at him practically with eyes on stalks and felt very pleased.

"The woman in the deli said women love these after-dinner liqueur chocolates."

"Thank you Eliot," Elizabeth said, kissing him on the cheek and smiling warmly. She then noticed in shock her stepdaughter kiss their guest on the lips and tell him he looked simply amazing dressed up.

"That's a new photograph," Eliot said, pointing to the wall.

"Yes, Frank and Emily had it taken recently. Those lovely children are Helen, she's almost ten and Anthony is eight."

They are lovely looking children but then what else would one expect looking at the fine lines of their parents?"

He said parents so Elizabeth let the comment pass but heard Emily say, "That was a lovely thing to say Eliot. Thank you."



The meal and more drinks afterwards went well, with plenty of laughter. Elizabeth couldn't help notice how well Emily looked. She was almost blooming. Finally Emily excused herself, kissing Elizabeth good night and waving good night at Eliot. As she left the room Eliot rose to go but Elizabeth poured him more brandy.

"I partially undressed in front of my bedroom window the other night. You had your porch light on and I saw you watching me."

"Yeah I saw."

"Did you like what you saw?"

"Yes. Your body appears to be in good condition."

"Do you think a lot about my body?"

"Yes, off and on."

"Oooh, that sounds like sex."

Eliot stood, yawned and said he must be off.

"You haven't finished your brandy."

"I have to be up at 6:00 to begin working on your boundary fences. Those yearling steers are a pushy lot so we must keep them from straying."

"Well remember I'm paying you for your work done on my behalf."

"Yes," said Eliot, surprised that Elizabeth then kissed him on the lips and pressed into him.

Walking across to the garages he grinned thinking he should have suggested they have a threesome. "Oh yeah, after your big action-packed morning?" He was so tired he almost fell over the first tread of the stairs.



Two days later Eliot stopped work for a break at 9:30. Removing his gloves he sat on the ground against a fence post. He poured coffee, picked up his phone and called Emily who lived more than 350 miles away.

"Hi."

"Oh hi Eliot, how lovely of you to call. I'm pleased I was optimistic enough to think it was worth giving you're my cell phone number."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm at work. I'm office manager for a firm of attorneys."

"With your inheritance I thought you'd never need to work."

"Although along with my payouts from the family trust it gives me a huge income I'm not the one to sit around."

"No, I couldn't picture that. Emily, I can't get you out of my mind. It's everything about you, not only the sex."

Eliot heard Emily suck in her breath. "Eliot, I'm at work."

"So?"

"This is a conversation relating to adultery and I work in an attorneys' office."

"So?"

"God Eliot, you are difficult to handle."

"You made a fine attempt at it the other day. You'll hear no complaints from me."

Emily was now breathing heavily and Eliot asked how did her return home go.

"Fine, Frank repeated how sorry he was an took me out to dinner."

"Did that mean sex afterwards?"

"Eliot?"

"Well did it?"

"Yes and that's all I'm saying except that it was rather lackluster after being with you. Look, here comes a member of my team crying. I'll have to go. I have your number now so will call you. You want to meet again don't you?"

"That was my thinking."

"That makes us no better than Frank and his tramp."

"Well that's the truth but so what?"

Emily cut the call.

Grinning, Eliot patted his dick and said, "Good boy."

Emily called him during her lunch break next day. She seemed a little choked when greeting him. He took it carefully.

"I'm glad you called."

"I'm feeling very, very guilty."

"That's understandable."

"I want to hear more than that from you. Now when I'm inactive I can't stop thinking about you."

"Well Emily, you'll be aware of the theory no gain without pain."

"Yes."

"Well that lies ahead of us if we continue this."

Emily sniffed and he thought that would be her fighting back tears. "What do you want from me?"

"That's for you to decide."

"Please Eliot, listen. I have allowed you to have sex with me, unrestrained sex. I'm having difficulty believing I allowed you to go that far. I feel I'm at the edge of a cliff and need to have you show your hand, or is this only about pussy to you?"

"Okay Emily, it's all sorted in my mind. Since that dinner with you I've spent hours and hours making good old and neglected cattle fences. It's wonderful thinking time. I would like to meet, fuck, dine and cuddle you at every opportunity we can do this. But my bottom line is I've decided I'd like you to come away and live with me, with or without the children, depending on their first choice. You don't have to seek a divorce but if you do I'll marry you."

"You would take me AND the children? You won't know anything about children."

"The are little people aren't they, developing little people. It won't be like trying to hold a new baby. I'll cope providing they accept me. It won't be the first time or the last time a fledging relationship establishes after couples break up."

"Ohmigod, you believe what I want you to believe."

"Eh?"

"I've thought through to the extreme of going off with you and what my terms would have to be. You have just enunciated full compliance of my terms."

"It's what any guy would offer isn't it?"

"No it isn't. This goes beyond sex. It's about establishing a full and hopefully successful new relationship."

"Yes, of course and that's how I would describe it rather than go about enunciating compliance."

Emily laughed. "So you don't enunciate?"

"I do but I don't use that term. Are you too intelligent and articulate for me."

"No and I've thought about that too. The answer I came up with was definitely not."

"Emily, my dream is to go off into the sunset with you as a divorcee and the kids liking me and each of them holding my hand."

"That's a dream, right?"

"Yes."

"And what is the reality?"

Eliot cleared his throat. "The best thing would be for me to come to your city so the children stay at their present school and remain with their friends and can easily spend weekends with their real father if he wants them to do that and they want to do that. My thinking is you were shocked that he'd fuck another woman in your bed and that dismay is likely to remain with you and you'd not want him to have the children."

"Oh god."

"Can you afford to buy another house?"

"Yes of course."

"I have left a hundred thou free and we could use that to renovate and change it if necessary."

"You are talking to me as if this will happen?"

"It's your choice and you ask me to set out my thoughts."

"I'd like that to happen but..." her voice faltered.

"It's okay Emily. You know little about me and know with me being unattached it's only a small step for me, a huge step for you. Look, call me in a week, think about it more, and then talk to me about the next steps or tell me to fuck off."

"I'd never tell you to fuck off. If the truth's known, you'll be good for my children and me. I still have to get my mind around it. Bye Eliot."

"You can't yet bring yourself to call me darling?"

"No, not yet," Emily said softly.

"That's fine but work on it. Bye darling."



CHAPTER 3

Elizabeth asked the immoral ex-chauffeur to dinner that evening and although Eliot tried to keep her off balance she seemed to be very horny and twice draped her arms around him when she stood behind him. This made Eliot suspicious.

"Isn't cook cooking this evening?"

"No, she is staying the night with her mother."

"So there's only you and me in the house."

"That's brilliant deduction darling. I'm thinking of going to Hawaii for ten days and wonder if you'd like to accompany me, at my expense? You could drive me around and all that kind of stuff."

"All that kind of stuff? That's not language normal to you?"

"Well I'm nervous talking to you about it. It will be a two bedroom suite but I want to be so lovely to you that you'll slip into my bed and we will rut."

"Rut?"

"It means lots of sex."

"I know it does but that doesn't sound like you."

"Well I'm being forced to lower standards to try to appeal to you."

"Fuck you Elizabeth. You'll always talk down to me like that. Go to Hawaii alone and find yourself a gigolo – I'd suggest a stone deaf one with a banana-shaped huge dick."

Elizabeth's face flamed. "You are such a pig to me."

"Then be a lady and I'll treat you like one. You have cooked this meat beautifully. I have noticed the outside paintwork on this house is looking a trifle shabby. Would you like me to arrange some prices to get that work done and a roofing contractor to check out the roof?"

"Oh yes, maintenance. It's not something I think about except on myself. Could you please do that for me Eliot? I'll pay you a management fee and suggest you get three painting quotations."

"There will be no charge Elizabeth. It's just the neighborly thing to do."

Thereafter they chatted normally, Eliot wondering had she also been such a cold bitch to her husband as she was to him.

* * *

Four days later Emily called and apologized for calling early before the week was up. "I'm going to Meslip on Saturday for a rose gardening seminar. The town is about halfway between here and where you live and I can tell Frank I'll stay overnight to avoid driving home late and wish to look at rose gardens on Sunday morning. I have a passion for roses... do you like roses Eliot?"

"Yes, they were mom's and her mom's favorite flower."

"The seminar finishes at 4:00. I'll book a room somewhere for two, if you'd like that?"

"Yes, please do. Will I be allowed to have sex with you?"

Emily giggled and said he could please himself. She then said with the likelihood of something will happen between them she'd decided to shift to a rented house and commence divorce proceedings.

"What do you think of that? I've found I don't like Frank any more. I have begun pushing him away and believe he's gotten the message."

"Then tell him you want to dissolve the marriage and say either he leaves the house or you will. Give him that option. He may be happy to leave and that means less upset for the children."

"Oh I had wondered about that but thought he would only dig his toes in and there'd be another row."

"Probably there would be a row if you asked him to leave. This way you present him with the option so he won't quite feel he's been pushed. Further, he may have plans for his other woman."

"Ah yes, I'd overlooked that. Give me your email address and I'll mail you details of our clandestine meeting place."

Late Saturday afternoon in Meslip Emily opened the motel room door in answer to Eliot's knock.

"Oh darling, my darling," she said, pulling him into the room. "See, I have liberated myself sufficiently to feel comfortable about calling you that."

Eliot kicked the door shut, hugged her and stroking her hair kissed her.

"Let's have sex and then go to the lovely bar they have here and talk."

Eliot had experienced some great fucks, and this was one of them. Emily pulled him into her, covered him with sweet kisses, clamped on him and pushed back with fervor as it what was happening to her was the best thing of her life... er... perhaps one of the best things. He gave it his best, ramming her, squeezing her, licking her nipples returning her inflamed stares and then squirting over her until he felt faint. Then he hugged her sweating body with his and if he were to tell the truth, he thought at the time it was that she seemed to enjoy that most.

Showered, they supported each other to the bar and sat and talked, watching the stream run through the fake waterwheel.

"If I'm never fucked again I'll remember that one," Emily said gazing at Eliot, and that's when he undeniably fell in love with her. Never had another woman reached into his soul like that... er or was it his ego? At that second he would have willingly died for Emily Isabelle (nee Woodstock) Sharpe.

They drank, they talked, they ate and they talked relentlessly until there was a gap in their conversation and Emily said, "Well that's about it. We really do have extensive agreement and I feel I know a lot more about your origins, your beliefs and your aspirations. Now for the snag."

"Snag?"

"Yes, Helen's father treats her like 'his princess' as he calls her. She is unlikely to want a new daddy."

Eliot said it would be a shame to split up the children. He ordered more coffee and asked Emily to tell him about what Helen's interests were, particularly her unrealized passions and her social interests.

Like many women, Emily said there was not a great deal to tell but still managed to talk almost non-stop for forty-five minutes.

Eliot thanked her.

"Well what do you make of all that?"

"I'll have to analyze what I remember, looking for consistencies."

"Don't you mean her fixations?"

"Possibly but some of her expressed interests might not have developed that far yet."

Later that night when they attempted doggy Eliot drunkenly fell off on to the floor and when he'd checked all limbs were working and climbed back on to the bed he found Emily was asleep, snoring softly. They made up for their lapse in the morning though and parted like two tragic lovers.

Rather than return home Eliot allowed Emily an hour to get ahead of him and went to Bridgeville where she lived. Near the end of the second day there he found what he considered was the perfect property for his new life as a married man. He committed, paying the $60,000 deposit with full three months to final settlement. Ten days later Emily called to say an amicable decision to divorce had been achieved and Frank had moved out.

"How has Helen taken that?"

"She's not really aware just how momentous this is. She just thinks her daddy and I have had another big row."

"In about six weeks I'll need from you as little over $300,000 to complete the purchase half share in a property for us. I've paid the sixty grand deposit."

"Oh Eliot, how could you! You have no idea of my tastes in home living. What is the kitchen like and no way do I want the laundry in the kitchen? I'd like a farm-style kitchen and the master bedroom must get the morning sun and... oh god, Eliot, how could you be so naïve?"

"Well it's done and I had good reason to do it. Your judgment going into divorce would be askew and you'd want to delay commitment and there would go my chance of getting Helen to bond with me."

"Helen, if this all about Helen? What about me and yes what about Anthony?"

"Keep raising objections darling and you'll end up hating the property before you view it. You identified Helen's unlikely acceptance of me as the biggest threat to our co-existence. Well I believe I have engineered something to ensure the breakthrough. Why don't you visit the property and make your mind up based on what you see and feel and using your intelligence. You never know, I could be quite capable of astonishing you."




The Immoral Chauffeur



Eliot then returned home, whistling a great deal.

As arranged, next day during Emily's lunch hour the salesperson from the Realtor's office picked her up and took her six miles beyond to city limits. Emily bit her tongue but no way would she live in a house on half an acre of land surrounded by cattle pens and perhaps even pigs and turkeys. This just wasn't her. A gracious home like she'd grown up in surrounded by mature trees and little picturesque pastures carrying top-of-line livestock... well yes.

They stopped and the top of a hill, looking down into a sheltered valley.

"Well there it is," Audrey said. "Aspen Farm and what I'd say would be close to the buy of the decade. You husband said his limit was $600,000 and the Murphy's had purchased a much larger property and this was the only offer they'd received in recent weeks so they pushed your husband up to six-ten and the agreement was signed."

The big white house was only partly visible through mature trees and Emily glimpsed a grass tennis court. "The purchase is a going concern with stables and a huge barn your husband said he'd establish a business repairing farm machinery and farm vehicles if he could persuade the authorities to give approval. This purchase covers fifteen acres and four beef cattle and a horse and pony. The pony Mrs Murphy said is very suitable for a confident 10-year old girl."

"Ride horses? But my daughter only draws horses."

"Eliot said Helen draws horses because she wants a horse to love and to ride but it's best she starts off with a pony as he started when he was four."

Oh god, thought Emily, anxious not to cry.

Mrs Murphy took Emily with pride into her kitchen. Emily gaped – it was a big farmhouse kitchen like one sees in home and garden magazines. They went into the master bedroom and the view was down to a small lake. 

"This room just soaks in sunlight in the mornings." Mrs Murphy said. "It's the one thing I'll especially remember about this house... and the kitchen."

The horse stood aloof but the pony came right up to Emily and stood to be patted.

"Her name is Pumpkin but of course you can change it."

"No, I'm sure my Helen will adore that name."

While Mrs Murphy prepared fresh coffee and put out scones she'd baked that morning Emily called Eliot who said he'd finished all the fencing and was having a celebratory beer with Freddie."

"Darling, I'm being entertained in our new home. I absolutely adore it and can't wait to move in. Mrs Murphy told me a school bus from here takes some children to Anthony and Helen's school."

"I'm pleased you like it. I guess Audrey told you about the business I intend to establish, operating from that huge barn?"

"Yes darling. My thinking is this is as near to paradise we'll ever get."

* * *

Fifteen months later Emily and Eliot married. The most exited guests at the home wedding were their two children. During the ceremony outdoors Helen had sat on her decorated mare and younger brother Anthony sat confidently at last astride Pumpkin.

Emily's stepmother refused to attend the wedding but Emily's sister Stephanie and husband were very happy to attend and Stephanie walked proudly as matron of honor at the quite small and very simple ceremony.

That evening there was an open party at Aspen Farm. Eliot and this three mechanics and office lady had cleared the barn for an old-style barn dance. A year ago Emily had joined the local veterinary group as office manager and purchased the building and was had turned the dour business into a modern operation where anyone was welcome to call in for coffee. More than 200 people arrived to wish the newly married couple well and it was a night the district would long remember. 



THE END