The Demanding Duchess Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Demanding Duchess Pt. 03

About eight weeks passed until Elsa and I saw one another again. Our respective family issues always stopped our plans. My kids came down with the flu, and she needed to tend to the family empire. And then, as can only happen in life, other mundane events, which always demanded more time than expected, got in the way.

I sensed her frustration, even anger, from her emails, but she made it a point to say she wasn't mad at me -- just the situation.

I missed Elsa very much and it wasn't just because of the sex. I needed someone to talk to. As odd as it may seem, we built a friendship. There was a tenderness to her, a safe space if you will. I could be candid with her about my life, family, and job in a way that I couldn't be with my wife. She wasn't judgmental. She listened and, sometimes, offered up observations and solutions, which were very helpful.

She surprised me when she did the same with me. As successful as the family business was, there were always issues, she confided, that included people and the markets. Given her role, she was the only one to solve them.

Finally, the day came when we saw one another. I was such a trusted visitor, Edgar, the butler, told me I could make my up to her sitting room by myself.

"She's waiting for you -- with great anticipation, sir," he smiled.

I knocked on the door before entering.

"Come in," she said.

She turned around smiling as I entered, saying, "You don't how much I've been looking forward to ...

... this."

"Please," she added, "sit here, next to me."

As I sat down, she placed her teacup on the saucer on the coffee table and hugged me tightly.

"There were days I thought I'd never see you again," she said after our first breathless kiss. "Please," she said, "get naked. I need to see that wonderful body of yours."

I stripped and then, as instructed, sat next to her. She gazed at me, held and gently stroked my penis, and then, gently rubbed and licked my nipples, getting me instantly hard.

"My, my, my, you're ready, aren't you?" she said.

"Well, it's been a challenging two months, my dear," I said. "I've missed you desperately."

Then I leaned over her, giving her another deep, tonguey kiss while my fingers danced across her pelvis, covered by her nightgown. My fingers pushed down, making her slowly spread her legs, giving me easier access so my fingers stroke and push down around her vaginal area. She moaned as we continued kissing, while her hand glided across my penis.

Then she broke free, asking, "Have you had an orgasm since our last interlude?"

"No," I replied.

"Oh, my, you must be ready."

"I am. But what about you?"

"I confess. I used my vibrator a few times. But I was always thinking of you."

"I bet that was hot."

"Not as hot as some other toys I have," she said with a wink.

"Oh, my," I said.

"Come," she said, "let's get on my bed."

"Are you going to get nude, too?"

"Is that your demand?" she winked.

"It's only fair."

"Well ...