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Lady Westbrook looked questioningly at Felix who smiled back reassuringly
. Had it gone well, he wondered? Well, it could have been worse. No one came to blows at any rate.

“Jasper was just telling me how he knows your brother, Mr Oliver
,” she said.

“Oh really, which one?” replied Felix.

“Paul,” said Jasper.

Of course. The youngest of my big brothers. Do you know him well?”

“We go to many of the same clubs and social
events round Cambridge. He’s
the inspiration.”

sure he is,” said Felix, drily, wondering quite how close Paul and Jasper were.

After he had said goodbye to his guest
s, Felix reflected that the meeting could probably be regarded as a success. The wedding was still on at least, and both Lady Westbrook’s sons had promised to attend.

The day of the wedding was bright and clear. Margaret wore
a lavender satin gown trimmed with ostrich feathers. Her attire was nothing like the white organdy dress she had worn at her first wedding as an 18-year-old virgin bride.

She was happy that her sons
had come. It was imperative that two of the most important people in her life be there to see her get married. Her own parents had passed away some years before and she had no brothers or sisters.  Jasper had brought along his friend Charles, as he said he would, which increased the tiny number of guests in the bride’s party. Charles was a pale, slight, blond boy who was also reading English and who seemed entirely devoted to Jasper. Margaret was pleased that her son had managed to make such a close friend.

As it was a second wedding, Margaret had wanted a small affair – family only.
She and Felix had decided not to invite any friends or colleagues.

Felix’s family being the size it was, however, still made for quite a crowd at the church.
Margaret’s guest list of three totally failed to balance out the large number of the groom’s side of the family, which consisted of Felix’s parents, his nine brothers and sisters, their spouses and Felix’s numerous nephews and nieces.

Margaret was introduced to Felix’s parents,
Earl and Lady Rochester. She was reassured that they were closer in age to her own parents than to herself. In fact, Felix’s oldest brother, Edward, was only a year younger than she was. She supposed this accounted a good deal for Felix’s blasé attitude towards the discrepancy in their ages.

She knew she shouldn’t still be worrying about
the age difference – she had decided that it wasn’t important when she had accepted Felix’s proposal. Although she tried, it was not something that she could entirely put from her mind.

However welcoming and pleasant Earl and
Lady Rochester were to their new daughter-in-law, she could not help worrying whether they were disappointed in their son’s choice of wife. Of course, if they did find their son’s choice of marriage partner odd, they were too well-mannered to let it show. Would I mind if it were Robert or Jasper, she wondered. She was sure she would not. She would not mind who they chose to spend their lives with as long as they were happy, she was sure of it.

they said their vows in front of their families, Margaret looked into Felix’s eyes and felt her heart thudding in her chest as she said the words “I do.” This was the right thing to do, she was sure of it. She was with the man with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life.

That night
, Margaret asked Felix if he would give her time to get ready and then meet her upstairs in her bedroom. She wanted time to adequately prepare herself for the act that she knew they needed to perform tonight.

She washed, let down her hair and changed into a plain wh
ite linen nightgown, trying to push away the feelings of nervousness that fluttered up inside of her. It wasn’t like her first wedding night, of course. Twenty-three years before, she had not been so much nervous as completely and utterly terrified. At least this time, she knew what she was letting herself in for.

he was anxious that this part of the day should go satisfactorily, recognising that the act of consummation was as much a part of the wedding legalities as the vows or signing the register, after all.

hadn’t had any objection to the conjugal attentions of her first husband, Lord Ernest Westbrook. His visits had been reasonably frequent in the early years of their marriage, but mercifully short in duration. Ernest would visit her room and stay only for the amount of time it took to complete his conjugal duty before leaving her to her own devices again. She hadn’t found sex particularly intolerable – mostly it just seemed uncomfortable and embarrassing. She tolerated it without complaint, naturally. She was a dutiful wife.

Ernest had died suddenly leaving Margaret a widow at the age of 31, there had been plenty of things about him she had missed. She had missed his steadiness, his good sense and his companionship. Their lovemaking, however, she had not missed in the slightest. For the last ten years, she had been perfectly happy to consign all thoughts of marital relations to the back of her mind and considered it something she no longer need trouble herself with.

And yet h
ere she was – a newlywed again, awaiting her new husband on the night of her wedding.

She heard the handle of her bedroom door turn
, and the door opened. She lay back in bed in order to dutifully receive her new husband’s advances. Felix was still fully dressed, which surprised Margaret. She’d expected him to prepare for bed as she had done.

He saw her lying in bed, beneath the counterpane
, and approached her with a half-smile on his lips.

“You’re ready and waiting, I see.”

“Yes I thought it best we get it out of the way as soon as possible.”

“Out of the way?”

“Yes. I appreciate that you will want to consummate our union. We are man and wife now. It is expected. It seemed best to get it over with quickly.”

“Hmm. Sit up.”

Margaret did as she was told, pulling herself into a sitting position still beneath the bed covers.

She felt herself suddenly and unceremoniously being lifted from the bed and hauled face down over Felix’s lap. Before she had a moment to gather her wits, she felt the force of his hand admi
nistering a series of hard swats. He spanked her quickly and thoroughly on every square inch of her barely-covered rear. The force of the spanking left her bottom feeling sore and full of warmth, which was spreading quickly to her belly.

The spanking apparently over
, Felix lifted Margaret from her position across his knees and sat her beside him on the bed.

“What was that for?” asked Margaret indignantly.

“Consider it a short sharp lesson. I’m a liberal-minded chap, and I’m prepared to accept almost any kind of language in the bedroom, but what I’m
prepared to accept are the phrases ‘get it out of the way’ or ‘get it over with quickly’ in regards to our lovemaking. You had best remember that.”

Margaret opened her mouth to protest
, but Felix silenced her with a kiss. His lips pressed against hers as he explored her mouth with his tongue. He entwined his left hand in her hair while his right hand stroked the smooth skin of her face before travelling down towards her breast. His hand ran over first one breast, then the other, stroking her nipples firmly with his thumb so that they stood erect beneath her nightdress. The feeling was so tantalisingly exquisite that Margaret closed her eyes and let out a low moan. Felix’s hand then moved from her breast to the hem of her nightdress, which he pushed up as his hand reached for the soft folds between her legs. She was so surprised that she instinctively reached down to cover herself with her hand. Felix gently batted her hand away with his own. She didn’t resist. She was savouring the feeling of Felix’s dexterous fingers massaging her most intimate area. It was extraordinary. She had never felt anything like it. Desire and longing rose within her, and the touch of his fingers sent the feeling of ecstasy spiralling up inside her. The pressure building and building inside of her until she felt she would explode. And then suddenly relief came – a surge of fulfilment crashing over her. She threw her arms around Felix and gripped her fingernails tightly into his upper arms. A low groan escaped from her lips as wave after wave of sensuous relief juddered through her.

She felt satisfied and sensuous in a way she had never done before.
She looked at her husband with half-closed eyes. “You’re still dressed,” she said.

“Mm. I am,” he agreed. “Undress me.”

Margaret began to untie Felix’s cravat. She found herself eager to have him undressed as quickly as possible. The pleasure she had just felt was extraordinary, yet she wanted more. More of
. She undid the buttons of his shirt, her hands shaking as she did so. She wasn’t sure if this was because of the orgasm she had just experienced or the novelty of undressing a man for the first time – she had never done such a thing for Ernest - or the anticipation of what was surely to follow.

Felix helped her by shrugging off his jacket and waistcoat and then slipped off his shirt.

Margaret stared, mesmerised by his firm, muscled chest before her hands moved down to his trousers. Hands still trembling she undid the buttons on his fly. Felix pushed down his trousers and stepped out of them entirely. He stood before her completely naked. She looked at his manhood.

She knew she was staring but she couldn’t help herself. In fact, she didn’t want to tear her eyes away from it.
It looked large and imposing – she felt passions stirring at the thought of having it inside of her.

“Lift up your arms,”
Felix said.

She did as she was told and
he swiftly pulled her nightgown up over her head. He pushed her back on to the bed, pressing his mouth against hers and kissing her with a forcefulness that she did not want to resist.

expected him to enter her at that point, but instead, he travelled down the bed until his mouth was level with the apex of her thighs. He used his tongue to lick and caress her most sensitive regions. She felt a little shocked at the impropriety of his actions, but did not want to stop him for a moment. The pleasure he was giving her was extraordinary. She gripped at the bedsheets, twisting them tightly as she struggled to find release for the intense feelings coursing through her body.

He did not push her towards a climax
; instead, he lifted his head and moved back up the bed, lying on top of her and entering her quickly. She moaned as she felt him inside her, filling her entirely as he moved steadily within her. She arched her back in fervour, savouring every exquisite feeling as he cupped her bottom tightly and pummelled into her.

The pleasure
that had been building within her burst like a dam. “Oh God, yes!” she cried out as Felix reached his own climax, thrusting hard into her one last time before collapsing. His breath was short and ragged and his face flushed from the exertion.

“There, now,” he said, rolling off and lying next to her. “Are you satisfied that we’ve got that ‘out of the way’?”

Margaret’s eyes were glittering brightly. Her whole face shone with excitement. “I had no idea,” she said. “I honestly didn’t know that sex could be like that.”

He kissed her lightly. “Well, I’m glad you do now.”

“But how many women are going through life not realising the pleasure that physical intimacy can bring? They should be told!”

“I’m sure they should.”

“So should the men in fact. They can’t possibly want to leave their wives disappointed when they could be bringing so much pleasure. They should be taught the skills that you have.”

“Absolutely. Every Thursday afternoon at school after double geography. Lessons in love-making. I’m surprised Eton and Harrow haven’t already introduced it.”

“Don’t be facetious. You must have learnt it from somewhere.”

“I am a scientist. I learn by practical experimentation and noting the results.”

“Hmm. I am not sure I want to learn about your practical experiments, to be honest.”

“As you wish. I should warn you that I plan to do plenty more research.” He ran his fingers over her bare body and cupped her breasts. “I have a number of interesting hypotheses that I would like to test on you.” He leant down and softly licked one of her nipples. “Will you be willing to help my research?”

“Oh, I believe I could be amenable. In the interests of science, of course.” Margaret snuggled closer to her husband. She felt absurdly comfortable despite the soreness in her private area and the aching of her bottom from her earlier spanking. “Where will you sleep tonight?”

They had separate bedrooms furnished at their new house
, and until that moment, Margaret had assumed that they would sleep apart at night. She now realised that she did not want that at all.

“Do you want me to stay here?”
Felix asked.

“Yes. Always.”

“Then I always shall.”

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