The Duke's Dilemma: Regency Romance Menage Short Stories

by Lacoste, G. G.

  "The Duchess has gone out" Rose told Frederick as he returned from wherever he had been.

  "Where to?" he asked in an attempt to hide his excitement as he removed his neckerchief.

  "To see her sister. She won't be back until late."

  "To see her sister?" thought the Duke. He was well aware of the tumultuous relationship between his wife and his sister-in-law and it was indeed a surprise to hear the Duchess had left the manor to pay a visit to the latter mentioned woman. However strange the situation was, Frederick was not about to let it stop him from enjoying his afternoon and he immediately instructed Rose to leave the manor and fetch Alice as the two needed to tend to some "important matters which I cannot be disclosed".

  Rose obeyed the commands of her master and left the manor without questioning his strange behaviour. Of course, she didn't have to question it, as she knew exactly what was going on between the Duke and Alice. No matter how crafty and discreet Frederick considered himself to be, he could not hide from her what he had been hiding from his wife for quite some time. After all, she was the maid of the manor. She knew every inch and every crack and every crevice of that building, having served as maid for the past three inhabitants of the home. Many of those past inhabitants had been unfaithful husbands who were much more clever that Frederick and still could not hide their secret from Rose. No, she knew too much. She knew all the signs of a cheating man and she picked up on Frederick's affair with Alice just two days after their first night together. The affair didn't bother her, however. In fact, Rose quite enjoyed spying on the Duke and the young woman during their passionate encounters. There was a small crack in the wall of the manor's main chamber, which only the maid knew about and she would often peer through it, pleasuring herself while Frederick and Alice pleasured each other.

  Though she was nearing fifty, Rose still possessed a ferocious sexual appetite and found great enjoyment in touching herself while on the other side of that chamber wall. She would begin by softly brushing her long nails over her face, usually stopping just as she reached her mouth so she could moisten some of her overworked fingers before trailing her hands down her neck and onto her body. From here, Rose would grasp both breasts firmly in her hands and heavily massage them through her uniform, the inexplicably arousing smell of the black cloth filling his nostrils and reminding her of the sleek darkness brought on by the night. She would keep her left hand busy at her breasts as she brought her right hand slowly and intently down to her private area before beginning to rub vigorously, still through the fabric of her maid's uniform. The sensation Rose experienced during these sessions often became so powerful that it was a struggle for her to stay silent as she touched her own body. More than once she had come close to outing herself to the Duke and his mistress by way of a poorly timed moan or a loud clamour caused by a particularly intense twitch of delight.

  Deep down, Rose knew that being discovered in such a position by Frederick would lead to her ultimate dismissal; perhaps the husband, fearful for his reputation, would do something worse than simply fire the maid. Nevertheless, the ageing woman liked to imagine the Duke inviting her to join his love making with Alice. On some occasions, she even imagined Alice to be totally out of the picture, leaving just her and Frederick to enjoy each other's bodies. Rose would place one hand on the toned chest of Frederick and would use the other hand to slowly reach for his crotch, grabbing it tightly upon making contact. She envisioned herself imparting some of her sexual knowledge to the Duke; she would be his teacher and he her student. She would teach the young man how to truly satisfy a woman by making him lie flat on his back before placing her body across his, with her head at his penis and his mouth at her clitoris. Little did Rose know, this was a fantasy, which she would soon get to experience in the real world.

  Chapter Three

  Frederick paced back and forth in his living room as the fire roared with almost as much might as his passion. He felt as though he had been waiting an eternity for Rose to return with his lover and he grew more and more impatient by the minute. Knowing such a feeling of frustration is bad for the soul, Frederick made several attempts to distract himself from the thought of the arrival of his mistress. He rearranged the chairs in the parlour, which were rarely moved by anyone but Rose, before deciding he didn't like the new layout and returning all chairs to their original positions. This was followed by a poor attempt to wipe a slight layer of dust from the mantelpiece. Though he had always tried to perform some household tasks so as to prevent himself from becoming too dependent on the maid, Frederick did not know where to begin when it came to the removal of dust.

  "I'm going to need some sort of duster,” he thought before scanning the room to see if Rose had left such a cloth lying around. When his search failed to result in the recovery of a duster, Frederick briefly contemplated employing the sleeve of his shirt to remove the dust; though he decided against it as he did not want to have a dust covered sleeve by the time his date arrived.

  "I wouldn't want to make her sneeze when I run my hand through her hair,” the Duke said to himself before returning to his pacing.

  Finally, there came the sound of the manor's heavy, wooden door being unlocked and slowly pushed open. It was accompanied by the sound of the maid telling somebody "the master is around here somewhere."

  Frederick's heart leapt with excitement when he heard Alice's voice answer Rose, saying something about how hard it is to find anybody in such a large house.

  "I'm in the parlour" Frederick called out to the maid and the guest while trying to steady his shaking hands.

  "Frederick" Alice said through a bright red smile as she entered the room, "It's nice to see you again." She spoke as though the Duke and her were long lost friends who had not seen each other in quite some time. In reality, of course, her last encounter with Frederick had been just four days prior.

  "Ah, Alice. Thank you for coming on such short notice." With this, Frederick took Alice's hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it as a small sample of things to come. "Rose, leave us be" demanded Frederick in his best stern voice, "Alice and I have some important business to discuss."

  "Certainly, sir. I shall go and prepare this evening's meal." Rose did her best to disguise her knowledge of what was really going on between the Duke and non-Duchess; her charade was to appear blind to the charades of those around her, a charade which she executed rather well.

  Frederick and Alice engaged in some idle chatter about some trivial topic as the maid exited the parlour. Once they were both sure that Rose was no longer within earshot, Alice ran to the arms of the Duke and flung her own arms tightly around his body.

  "Oh Frederick, how I have missed you" she said in between short kisses to his neck. "I dreamt about you last night, you came to my door carrying flowers and we made love just as we did on that first night one year ago."

  "I've missed you too,” Frederick told her, his grip getting tighter and tighter. "Now, let us go to the chamber while the afternoon is still young. There's no telling when the Duchess might return home."

  Frederick slyly peeked his head out of the parlour door and examined the hallway of the manor. With Rose nowhere to be found, the path was clear and so he tightly held on to the hand of Alice and led her upstairs to the same chamber in which he had made love to her so many times in the past.

  He shut the chamber door quietly behind him before taking his lover and pressing her against it, his hands firmly holding her wrists as their lips met for the first time in far too long. As soon as the two lovers kissed, everything seemed right. Frederick was once again experiencing the spark he had once felt when he touched the lips of his wife; perhaps it was even stronger this time. Alice's long, curly hair fell upon Frederick's shoulders as he took his lips from hers and placed them on her neck. The smell of her perfume made the Duke's head spin with desire, the touch of her body made him feel alive, not only alive, but immortal. He didn't need his title or his manor or his money to be free. All he needed wa
s the love of Alice, and he had that in abundance.

  Alice hooked the back of Frederick's knee with her right leg and used it to draw her lover closer to her. She longed to have him pressed up against her so tight that she could feel the movement of his chest muscles, which twitched with anticipation and the growth of his manhood as it grew inside his thin trousers. Alice took the bottom lip of the Duke between her teeth and allowed the sweet scent of her breath to pour into his mouth as he fought against his lust to stay upright. Still holding his lip in her mouth, Alice tore open the shirt of the Duke and threw it to the dust covered ground. He could have cleaned that mantelpiece after all. Now that Frederick's torso was bare, there was little else to do but push him to the bed and unfasten his trousers before they exploded off of him.

  Frederick lay topless on the bed while Alice slowly slid his trousers from his legs and threw them to the ground to join his shirt. She paused for a moment upon seeing the almost nude body of the Duke lying before her on the bed. It looked even better than it had four days beforehand and she just had to take the briefest of seconds to rub herself while looking at it. It was perfect. The Duke was perfect. The smile that formed across his face when he realised what she was doing to herself was perfect.

  "Don't have all the fun without me,” joked Frederick, drawing a sight giggle from Alice and causing her to remove her fingers from herself and place them upon her lover's undergarments. She removed these from Frederick's body as gently as she had removed his trousers moments before. This time, however, Alice wasted no time by touching herself and instead took Frederick's member in her soft hand, causing the blood to pulse through his body. The Duke's penis was already harder than it had been during intercourse with the Duchess the previous night, something, which could be chalked up to the beautiful pair of hands touching him and the beautiful woman to whom they belonged.

  "Faster" whispered Frederick between moans. Alice obliged and tugged more quickly, tightening her grip at the same time. Just as she expected, Frederick began to moan once again and the beginnings of cum began to form at the head of his manhood. Now was the time for Alice to move in with her mouth and use her lips to form a tight seal around Frederick's throbbing penis head. She loved the feel of it in her mouth; it felt plump and powerful, as if it could erupt at any moment. The more Frederick groaned, the more Alice swirled her tongue and the more Alice swirled her tongue, the more Frederick groaned. The Duke wiped drops of sweat from his forehead as Alice continued to devour his nether regions. She gave the best felatio he had ever encountered, even better than Hannah when she was young and carefree and in the prime of his life. Alice had found the perfect balance between licking and sucking which made Frederick want to bequeath all of his possessions to her anytime her lips came close to his groin. Of course, he never actually did bequeath his possessions; the best he could do was bequeath himself and all that he was for whatever little time he got to spend with the woman.

  Just as Frederick felt that he was on the brink of orgasm, Alice removed her lips from his penis and brought her body up to his, making sure there was little to no air between their torsos.

  "That was amazing" Frederick complimented her, running his hand through his matted hair and trying to catch his breath.

  "It's not finished yet,” Alice told him before a smile spread across her face. With this, the slender woman got to her knees and positioned herself over Frederick's erect shaft before coming down on it, slowly and sensually until it was finally inside her, where it belonged. Alice sighed a sigh of satisfaction upon feeling her lover enter her, as did Frederick when he felt his eager gland touching her insides. With expert speed and a body language which just radiated confidence, Alice began to move up and down, ever so slightly, allowing the bottom half of Frederick's penis to exit her before coming back down and swallowing it once again. As Alice repeated this motion, Frederick lay on the bed, enjoying himself immensely. He moaned with pleasure as he dug the nails of his fingers deep into the legs of Alice, an action that didn't cause the fine mistress to lose her concentration for even a second. She was intent on satisfying herself and her man and she would do that several times that afternoon alone.

  Meanwhile, on the other side of the chamber wall, Rose was also having a rather enjoyable time. Now that her master and his mistress had commenced the act of traditional love making, her hand had made its way from the outside of her uniform to the inside and was being put to good use. She used her free, dry hand to balance herself against the wall, as she feared the pleasure would become so intense that she would fall over. Though Rose involuntarily shut her eyes tightly when experiencing such strong feelings of arousal, she could still hear the noise of the couple, which were by this point making quite the racket. The sound of their moans and groans and screams were all Rose needed to lose control of her body, which she did momentarily. For one unavoidable second, Rose's body began to flare with delight, causing her left knee to hit off the wall, which separated her from the chamber. The maid was far too deep in orgasm to notice the noise made by the impact, something that would change her life forever.

  The seconds passed and soon Rose was silent again. With the stains of herself on her finger, she was now able to gather her thoughts and have a short rest before returning to the kitchen and pretending to know nothing of her master's fiery affair. The noises from the chamber had also ceased.

  "They must have finished,” thought Rose, envying slightly the emotional connection between Frederick and Alice. She had seen them lie together many times in the past. Her legs and arms sprawled across him as he played with the hair on her head, which rested comfortably on his chest. She was glad the Duke was part of such a relationship, but a great deal of her wished she had somebody, royalty or otherwise, to share such moments with.

  "No use dwelling on it now" muttered the maid, hoping to prevent any thoughts of her past loves entering her mind. Her knees creaked slightly as she raised herself up from her squatted position before lifting her head for the first time since her orgasm. When she finally looked straight ahead, the maid was met by a sight which nearly stopped her heart and froze her bones; there, standing before her, was the Duke of Kent and Strathearn.

  Chapter Four

  "Master" Rose screamed as she jumped backwards in fright.

  "Please, I can explain." Surprisingly, the previous pleading words came not from the mouth of Rose, but from the mouth of the cheating Duke. Contrary to what the maid had believed would happen if she were caught, Frederick was not angered upon finding her. In fact, he seemed quite concerned about what actions the maid would take.

  "Please do not tell the Duchess,” he begged her, sounding as if he were about to fall to his knees in tears. Struck by how vulnerable her master appeared at this moment in time, Rose's first instinct was to tell him not to fret and assure him that she would not be revealing her secret to his wife. However, before any words of promise could exit her lips, Rose was stifled by the thought of what could happen if she did not make such a guarantee to the Duke. If she were able to convince the Duke that she was capable of informing the Duchess of his infidelities, she would be able to use his wealth and status to her advantage. She could get a raise in her salary, she could get days away from the manor in droves, and she could get the finest of jewels and adorn herself in gold. Then came another realisation; Rose could blackmail the Duke into satisfying her.

  "Sir, you understand that I must tell the Duchess." Rose bluffed, "It is my duty as her maid and her friend." The Duke's forehead became covered in sweat once again, this time for less pleasurable and more stressful reasons.

  "Rose, I beg you not to tell the Duchess. It would break her heart." Of course, Frederick was not really concerned with the feelings of his wife at all. He had stopped believing her to have a heart a long time before. Frederick's true concern was for himself and for his status as a Duke and representative of the Royal Family. If word got back to the Prince Reagent that he had been caught in an affair with a local woman, th
ere was a legitimate possibility that Frederick would be stripped of his title and his assets and his manor given to the Duchess and whomever she chose to make her new husband.

  "I'll give you anything you want,” added Frederick in a poor attempt to bargain with the maid. "I will ensure that you are very well taken care of for the rest of your life." The eyes of the Duke met the eyes of maid; they were deep and troubled and clearly full of regret. However, this regret was the regret of being caught, not the regret of having had an affair.

  "Master" began Rose again before Frederick interrupted her by requesting she refer to him by his first name, something that he had never done in the past.

  "Frederick" she began again, "if you really want me to keep this from the lady of the house, I'm going to need something more than jewels and riches."