Page 33 of Submitting to the Widow

He hung his head.

“I’m going to have to punish you now.”

He sighed and nodded in assent.

Jane began her assault by walking behind him and attacking the tender skin at the base of his neck. She nibbled gently at first and then moved on to tiny sucking bites. When he jerked in pleasure, she smiled and pulled another scarf from her pocket which she used to cover his eyes.

“You can’t see, can you?” Although he shook his head vigorously, she knew he’d peek before she was through with him.

She pulled a soft cushion from a nearby garden chair and sank to the floor, settling on her knees in front of her naughty husband.

He’d worn his banyan and a pair of soft sleep trousers in anticipation of their previously planned rendezvous. When she pulled the tie from his robe in a slow flourish, he shoved off his trousers and his cock sprang free, bobbing in her direction like an old friend. She strung out the suspense by kneeling silently and sucking on one of her fingers. She knew he could sense and partially view her every move through the finely woven scarf.

After a few moments, she leaned closer and blew a warm breath onto the end of his penis before moving closer to massage his belly and thighs with her hands and mouth. When he started to groan, she gave him a warning “Shhh…”

After making him wait, she let the suspense build further before taking the tip of his shaft into her mouth. Licking up and down the sides, she occasionally stopped to kiss and caress his cock. When his knees involuntarily buckled, she wrapped her arms around his legs and leaned her head against him. He reached down and slowly rubbed the crown of her head.

After one last upward look, she took him totally into her mouth, pressing her lips tightly around him and drawing his cock in and out of her mouth. At the first sign of her husband’s shudders, she withdrew her mouth and produced a third silk scarf to use with her hand to bring him to fulfillment.

Later, they both lazed in the thermally heated pool near the waterfall and shared the mutual glow of sated lovers. Stephen finally broke the silence. “Should we dress in case the imp decides to race back into the conservatory?”

“He won’t.”

He gave her his best raised eyebrow that terrified claimants in court.

“I told Raj to keep him occupied for an extra hour.”

“Because?”

“Because I have something to discuss.”

He nodded, a look of uncertainty on his face.

“Have you noticed how Master Stephen Ian Forsythe has all of the women in this household wrapped around his little finger?”

He gave her his impatient “of course” look that made stuttering witnesses get on with their diatribes.

“I have decided it’s time to temper his assumptions about women.”

“Really?” He splashed closer to her side and cupped both of her breasts in his hands before carefully and thoroughly kissing each one. “And how do you intend to accomplish a feat like that?”

“He needs a sister who doesnothold him in awe.”

“Counsel agrees,” Stephen said, and pulled her onto his lap.

* * *

In the kitchen below stairs,the aforementioned young master was aching to get back to the conservatory to see what was taking his parents so long. When he made as if to return, Raj sent a pointed look to Murray who had just hauled in another bushel basket of apples from the orchard.

“This way, Master Forsythe,” he said with a wink toward Raj, and hooked a thumb toward the orchard. “Lots more apples out there to pick up off the ground.”

The boy stamped his feet but followed the older man docilely out the back kitchen entrance. When his grandmother, Anne Forsythe, made as if to follow and take the boy to his parents, Raj gave her a meaningful look and the two burst into laughter.