Mistress Agnes Ch. 19

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Part 19 of the 22 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 01/09/2016
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That week, Maria and Dick enjoyed their honeymoon by lazing in the haystack, making love as often as they liked, and exploring the area. Dick admitted he had never dared ramble on the moors, his mother's tales of people drowning and disappearing had scared him so badly he never tried, except when Dennis accompanied him so Dick could go fishing. But now Maria was with him and she was eager to learn how to stay safe amidst the peat bogs.

Dennis taught both of them how to recognize the bogs, deep pits filled with a thick soup made of living mosses that looked just like a fresh green field, but would swallow a person whole. Though both Dick and Maria had grown up in this area, neither of them had ever learned how to be safe off the paths, and yet it wasn't even very difficult. With a few simple measures they could protect themselves from any danger the moors presented them, and going out there provided them with a lot of privacy: no-one ever came there besides Dennis and Mrs Beauchamp, and in this dry summer there were endless possibilities for making love under a blue sky.

Dennis took Agnes to the attic every morning, where they sat on the bed together and Dennis soothed his beloved's guilt. His own confidence grew until he hardly recognized himself, even when he was still leading a gang of youths into danger he'd had insecurities, and there had been constant danger. Now, life was sweet, and safe, and he could face and even look forward to the responsibilities he would have as Agnes' husband.

Of course Agnes noticed soon enough, in the way he held her, and the things he said to try to relieve her remorse. Fortunately Dennis did not spy any fear in her, she had been very afraid of being ruled by a man, so much so that it had made her chain him to the wall to prevent him from taking over her life. But it seemed she trusted him, for though his newly found confidence surfaced in everything he did, lovemaking no exception, she relished his decisiveness, and when he took her like that first time back in the attic, she gave herself up to him with something much like relief.

He asked her outright.

'Do you mind being taken like that, Agnes? I allow my lust to take over from me, but I can control it if it makes you feel unhappy in any way.'

Still a bit out of breath from their love-play she replied, 'I love it, Dennis. This whole change in you, you're so calm and strong, I feel very safe with someone steady behind me. I loved the needy you so much, and I would have been very happy if you had stayed dependent on me, but this is much safer and much more comfortable. I can let go of the responsibilities sometimes, and I know everyone will be all right if something should happen to me. As for the taking, I don't even feel threatened by your dominant attitude anymore. I love it, again, I can let you take over for a few moments and let go myself, just take things as they come. When you give your passion free rein it's so powerful, I'm totally overcome and I love it.

But what about the rest of your feelings, like jealousy? Do you feel possessive of me now? You never minded sharing me once in a while, do you now? Would you mind if I made love to Guy? He's starting to look at me in a certain way, I think he's aching for some pussy, but I won't give it to him if you don't want me to.'

Did he mind? He didn't feel jealous, he had often joined Guy's and Patrick's efforts to please Agnes when he was still unable to fuck her, and it was mostly very hot, especially since either of the two men would always see to him and their methods of pleasing a man were rather thorough.

'I cannot say the thought makes me jealous, Agnes. More jealous of you than them, if anything, they are such experts in the art of loving. I so love to watch you having sex, it's so hot! And you know I love you moe than anyone, but when Dick nonchalantly suggested I join the two of them making love sometimes I have to admit I was tempted. Imagine what the neighbours would say if they knew.'

Laughing, Agnes replied, 'They say plenty without having any proof. You know I don't mind if you join Dick and Maria once in a while. Too bad I cannot have Dick return the favour, I suppose Maria won't like that. Can't we set her up with Guy and Patrick?'

The very thought of Maria's voluptuous shape in the hands of the two beautiful men gave Dennis a flash of heat, and he observed, 'That would be something, but I suppose Dick and Maria would do better to get to know each other first. She's not exactly wordly-wise, you know, though she picks things up really quickly.'

The weeks after their honeymoon, Maria and Dick got up together every morning, and he would take her as far as the outcrop before breakfast, sometimes taking the time to make love under the large rock, and sometimes in a hurry because they had indulged themselves in their own bedroom already. Maria had decided she would take her breakfast at her parents' home, the temptations at the manor house were just too large for her to resist every day.

She was feeling her pregnancy now, contrary to her sisters and Mrs Beauchamp she did not suffer from nausea, but rather felt hungry all the time. Delicacies she could usually ignore with ease were now forcing themselves on her senses, their smell would tease her until she'd no longer be able to refuse them. Better be removed from the source of the temptation altogether. Dick didn't know, yet, Maria was so afraid he wouldn't understand that children could result from intercourse even if one pulled back before the climax, she hadn't dared tell him so far. But to herself it was starting to show, her breasts were firming, her face was fuller, of course Dick didn't know her that long, and maybe wasn't as perceptive, but she did need to tell him soon. But how?

They'd had such a lovely time together, with the cute puppy of course always following them around, even into their bedroom, where she had a little basket in a corner. But Dick might spoil Pixie a little, he also did a very good job teaching her manners, she never chased the cats and the chickens, she didn't eat from the pile of manure outside the stables, nor did she roll in the smelly stuff. Dennis had helped, but Dick seemed to have a kind of instinct for raising a puppy, he never lost his temper, but stuck to the rules they had decided on together, never once letting Pixie get away with something because it looked cute.

'It's as if you've done this before, Dick,' Dennis said one day, full of admiration for his friend.

'Thank you, Dennis,' her beloved replied, 'I have never had a dog of my own, but I wished to have one very much. So I always looked at other people who had one or more and saw them handle theirs, and decided on how I would do it and remembered that. I'm glad it worked out.'

Dick liked Dennis, and Dennis seemed very able to explain things to Dick. Maybe Maria should enlist his aid to tell Dick she was pregnant already, it would be such a relief to be able to share the knowledge.

Decision made, she spent the afternoon hemming and stitching what her father had pinned together, feeling ever more dissatisfied doing only the simple jobs. Her father had never had much ambition, he was very pleased to make Sunday wear and sturdy coats for the local people, but Maria knew she could do more. She had helped her mother fit all their dresses since she was twelve years old, and her sisters still came home for fittings, no seamstress they could afford did a better job. None of the women she saw in church had better-fitted dresses than her mother and sisters, though some could afford a seamstress from town.

And childrens' clothes, too. Children weren't little adults, they couldn't sit still all day, they needed to run and play and parents would love them to still look nice. She had some great ideas about making special garments for little girls and boys, sturdy and still good-looking. She had never dared to make some samples for her sisters' offspring, her father would merely tell her no-one was going to pay to have their childrens' everyday clothes made by a professional, especially not where they lived.

Somehow, the people at the manor house seemed to think differently, in possibilities instead of finding obstacles. Mrs Beauchamp didn't need the proceeds of her books, she'd been left very well-off by her late husband and her own fortune, but still she earned enough to make a living with something only a few hundred customers cared to buy, but those rich enough to pay well.

There were many more children than there were readers of naughty books, and some of them had rich parents, some of them less so. But all parents wanted their children to look nice, and not just on Sundays, not just in their sized-down ladies' dresses and gentlemen's suits.

She would not discuss this with her father, she would gather her courage and tackle Guy in his little study, where he kept Mrs Beauchamp's household books and investments. He might be able to help her calculate how much money she'd need to buy fabrics to make a few samples, and how to take them to the most profitable market, locally or in the nearest town. And maybe advertise in a local paper.

As long as they lived in the manor house she did not have a household to run, there were no chores in the evening. Cooking, cleaning, washing up, laundry, all those tasks were done by someone paid to do them, Dick mostly, and he did not allow Maria to help out after dinner, said she had her job and this was his, and to talk with the others until he finished, he'd be right back.

After another long day of hemming and basting, stitching and ironing, she had more or less framed in her mind what she wanted to discuss with two people she hardly knew. She decided to start with Dennis, he was the least fearsome of the two, and an hour or so before dinner, when Dick was busy helping Cook, Mrs Beauchamp was writing and Dennis was working in the garden, she sought out the latter.

'Can I speak to you in private for a few moments, Dennis?' she asked, hearing her own voice bashful as a maiden's, this was not easy, not at all.

He looked up at her tone of voice, laid down his hoe carefully and said with some concern, 'Of course, Maria, I can see something is bothering you. The haystack? Dick will be busy for at least half an hour, for I suppose this concerns him?'

She nodded, and followed him to their favourite summer hideout, where they each made a seat in the old hay and Dennis sat back to hear her out. Maria just blurted out her problem, no use in working up towards it, Dick would seek her out as soon as he was done in the kitchen.

'You know Dick and I didn't exactly wait until we were married before we made love?'

Dennis smiled mildly and nodded.

'He told me all about it, I've heard every single detail I'm afraid.'

'Well, then he'll have told you he pulled back before he came every time we fucked, to spare me the shame of getting with child before marriage.'

Dennis nodded, and said nothing.

'I'm pregnant anyway.'

'Already, Maria? Congratulations! That is marvellous, Dick will be so glad to have a baby so quickly! He loves children! Why don't you look happier, Maria? Is something wrong with you, or with the baby?'

'I feel fine, and my sisters never had any trouble with their babies. No, I'm worried Dick may not understand my getting with child when he pulled back. I'm afraid he'll think I had someone else. I know it happens sometimes, conceiving when pulling back, my mother even warned me against it, but I don't know whether he'll understand. What do I do, Dennis? Just tell him and try to explain? Or pretend it happened later? It's just a month, but it doesn't feel right to lie to him.'

Dennis was very sympathetic, but obviously not very worried at all. He merely said very seriously, 'You must not lie to him, Maria. He's used to being treated like that and he absolutely hates it. It would kill him if you talked down to him or didn't take him seriously. But I don't think he'll be angry or suspicious. He'll be surprised, but if you explain I'm sure he'll just be very happy. I know very little of pregnancies, I'm sure the midwife could explain next time she visits Agnes though she is a terrible gossip, I'd only ask her if Dick truly doesn't believe you. Which I think will not happen, he will be so thrilled to have a baby of his own! Congratulations, Maria! We'll become parents together, I know you want your own cottage but I'd so love to have you two stay here a little longer.'

'Will you talk to him if he needs some convincing?'

'Sure, but I'm certain he will be thrilled. When will you tell him? Tonight?'

'I don't know, Dennis, I need to work up a little courage first. But thank you very much for your advice, I really was getting quite upset.'

He looked at her in a very disconcerting way, fire in his eyes, he was not going to kiss her, was he? She'd not be able to control herself if he kissed her, such a beautiful man, and something about him had changed, he asserted himself much more this last week, he used to be a bit meek, but no more, this was a...

A very heated kiss stopped her thought, Maria felt a little guilty, especially since she needed to convince Dick she had no interest in other men, but this was too good to break off.

Before they ran out of breath or could lose control of the situation, Dick's voice said excitedly, 'I wondered how you could bear to share the mistress with me that time, but this is hot! I wish I could join in, but dinner is served in five minutes, Dennis, you need to meet the mistress in the dining-room. Too bad we cannot spend another ten minutes here first!'

He was not even angry, but this was a bad start for explaining her pregnancy!

'I'm sorry Dick, I didn't mean to kiss Maria like that, something has changed in me since I went back to the attic, my old self has come back, he's pushing me to do these things. I'll have him under control soon, I promise.'

'I don't own Maria, Dennis. I'd love to do with her what we did with the mistress.'

Then Dennis admitted something that had Maria stunned indeed, though she already knew it had happened in the past.

'I suppose that if you really want to include me, we can do it. Agnes said Guy looked at her with longing, she asked me if she could indulge him.'

And straight at Maria, 'Guy loves Patrick, but he likes girls, too. When I hurt my head Guy had to fuck her since I couldn't. I watched a few times, it was hot. Guy's very skilled. Now I'm back to normal, but Guy seems to build up some fervour for women over a matter of weeks. When Agnes visits him I can come to you. I was planning to watch and get involved with them, but I'd rather be with the two of you.'

Completely staggered, Maria must have looked like a fish. But she still tasted that kiss, and Dennis was so young and handsome, to think he wanted her, she'd have two men pay attention to her. She looked at Dick, who was obviously very interested.

'Yes, Dennis, let's do that. If you don't mind, Maria, that is. Dennis is quite active, you know. Tonight?'

'I think so. I'll let you know after dinner, is that all right?'

They both nodded, and then Dennis was off to dinner, leaving Dick and Maria behind with a strange excitement. Dick felt it very much, he rubbed himself against her and wanted to kiss, a very intense and heated kiss.

'I can hardly wait, Maria. It was so fabulous to see Dennis at it, he's so handsome. But what if the mistress wants me to do her in return?'

'Don't worry, Dick, Dennis has given me an idea, but if that doesn't work out, I'll just pick up one of Mrs Beauchamp's books and read for an hour. If you're not jealous, I won't be either. I'm sure you're the very best and it would be selfish to keep you all to myself.'

He even understood that was a joke, and laughed, then kissed her again.

'Now we need to go have dinner, too. If I wasn't so hungry I'd be too excited to eat. But maybe the mistress won't agree after all, let's try to be a tiny bit sensible.'

What could be the attraction to a man of having sex with another man present? Maria did not understand, but she would watch Dick to find out. If they indeed were going to do this.

Dick did indeed eat very well, he was really hungry, going back to work after a week of idleness was not very easy. Some of the larger tasks had merely been put on hold, and he had to catch up with them this week. Well, not necessarily this week, Cook said the privies needed to be done quickly in this weather, and of course John needed some help in the stables, the rest could wait until next week, but Dick preferred to have everything done as quickly as possible, he'd work a little harder this week and have his usual spare time the next. Maria was busy, too, she did not have to wait for him to finish his work for very long.

He had absolutely amazed himself by not feeling even a single stab of jealousy finding her kissing Dennis in the haystack. Instead, he had felt heated, even though they had made love that very morning, and the night before. Seeing Dennis kissing a woman reminded Dick of that glorious afternoon of lovemaking with the mistress, the first time Dick had his cock sucked.

After dinner it was time for the washing up, and Charles offered to help.

'You've been hard at work all day, Dick, and Dennis did his share of my work, I've had plenty of time for my art. Besides, I don't get much painting done lately, I'm running out of inspiration here, I'm thinking of moving back to town but I have no idea how I'm going to pay for my keep. I suppose I can sell paintings, but I'd have to find lodgings.

Anyway, how's married life?'

The dishes were done pretty quickly with a friendly companion and his help drying everything. They chatted about all kinds of things, and Dick suddenly realized his marriage had given him a whole new status. Charles had never talked with him as an equal, though he had always been friendly. Of course Charles remembered Dick from his first months at the manor, and Dick's progress had been so slow and steady Charles might not have noticed until now. It was so good to talk with Charles as one man to another.

Dennis returned the dishes from the dining-room himself, the mistress probably didn't like that at all, but he insisted on doing something useful in the household. This time, he brought important tidings, and he did not let Charles' presence keep him from divulging them.

'Agnes says it's fine, Dick. Says she'll make sure to be really busy tonight.'

And with a wink he was gone, leaving Dick hoping Charles wouldn't ask what he meant, Dick still wasn't any good at lying. Fortunately Charles didn't, it would have been impolite anyway, she was his mistress as much as Dick's. They merely washed her beautiful China dishes as well and put them away safely, something Dick hadn't been trusted with when he first started his work here.

'Thank you, Charles,' he said, 'for the help and for the chat. I hope you find a way to go back to town if you really want to.'

When Charles left, Dick took a dishcloth and cleaned up the sink, then prepared a large pot of coffee, and tea for the mistress. When it was steeping he went in search of Maria. Since the weather was so lovely, he tried outside first, and true enough, everyone was sitting in the evening sun in front of the house, even the mistress. Cook and John had left for home, Dick usually served coffee, but Dennis jumped up, offered Dick a chair next to Maria and said, 'I'm bringing out the coffee tonight, Dick. You've been doing twice the work you usually do, that is not fair. You did not get a week off to do two weeks' work the next. Next time you have a week off, we'll hire someone to do your work and we'll keep a low profile. And anyway, it's not too late this time, we can have someone over to help you this week.'