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The Adventures of Lady Harpur [Lady Harpur III]
by Anonymous
Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: The Victorian Erotic Trilogy's Triumphant Conclusion! In the final volume of her amorous adventures, the wealthy, aged Lady Harpur reveals what really went on behind the closed parlor and bedroom doors of sanctimonous Victorian London! Known to her friends as Queenie, Lady Harper grew up in the West Indies where passions are as torrid as the Trade Winds. Having survived shipwreck and captivity, she comes into wealth and title when she meets, beds and weds Lord Harpur. But her sexual adventures are only starting.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2005
eBookwise Release Date: January 2005

7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [318 KB]
Words: 80227 Reading time: 229-320 min.

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CHAPTER ONE
LORD FERRARS
The assiduous attention which my husband paid to his professional duties kept him much from home, and therefore the entertainment of Lord Ferrars chiefly devolved on me. Jim had returned to her mother for a time, and his lordship and I were thus left very much to ourselves.
He did not seem to regret this much, for he evidently spared himself no pains to make his company agreeable and his person acceptable to me. He even neglected his yacht that he might more entirely devote himself to the enjoyment of my society.
My husband watched the progress of events with increasing interest. The idea of jealousy never entered his mind, nor had I the slightest thought of concealing anything from him. In fact, he often asked me at night, when fondly playing with my cunt or when lying on my breast after one of his delightful fucks, whether his lordship had yet made any advance or attempted any freedom? From some time, I had to say: 'No, with the exception of holding my hand and pressing it whenever he can.'
'Ah, he is only waiting for a good opportunity,' he would reply, 'or perhaps, he is wishing to ingratiate himself more in your goodwill, and thus render his conquest more secure; I expect you will soon have something funny to tell me, and what a grand fuck we shall then have together when he has oiled the way and you are telling all the details.'
Accordingly I never declined to walk with Lord Ferrars alone, but on the contrary offered him every facility. Still, from some unaccountable reason, he held back. Perhaps, it was my apparent, innocence and confiding simplicity that restrained him; or rather it might have been owing to that peculiar quality in our nature which prevents our grasping at once any object of desire that appears easy of attainment, whereas opposition or difficulties in the way only serve to arouse our energies and excite our ardour to obtain speedy possession.
However, one day he asked me to join him in exploring the rocky summit of a neighbouring height. We drove as far as we could by road, and then proceeded on foot to climb the steep ascent. Of course, in the more difficult places, his lordship had to show his gallantry by affording me his ready help. And he often found it necessary to put his armround my waist; and once, when pushing me up a steep rock, he found it needful to place his hands on my bottom. He kept them there as long as he could, and even managed to press his fingers into the furrow between my well-rounded buttocks. And I have no doubt he easily distinguished through my light dress the swelling fullness of the lips which pouted in the luxurious hollows.
I voluntarily delayed my ascent, and separated my thighs that we might both get the full benefit ofhis electrifying touch. When we sat down afterwards to rest on a grassy slope in a sheltered nook, he reclined at my feet; and putting his hand on my ankle, he praised my agility and said he could not help observing what a remarkably fine instep I had. I only laughed, and stretching out my foot said I saw nothing remarkable about it. He moved his hand a little higher up, and said, with a most insinuating smile, 'I am discovering fresh beauties! What a splendid calf you have, Mrs Harpur!You ought to be a first-rate dancer, and I am sure you enjoy it very much.'
'Yes, I am very fond of dancing, especially when I have an agreeable partner.'
'How I would enjoy being that partner, for I love to have my hand on you--you are so exquisitely formed; this leg is the very perfection of beauty--it might serve as a sculptor's model.'
While saying this, his hand was playing about my knee; at last he touched my thigh above the stocking.
'Stay, my lord, are you not making a little too free?'
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