For His Eyes Only

By Aristocatch

Having added an account to ‘complete’ Constance’s collection, I thought to have finished with such writings. However I find myself recalling from time to time further moments of a similar nature, and as the time passes my memories seem to become fonder. I have therefore decided to try to consign them to a papery memory that will not alter with time.

This memory concerns an evening a year or maybe eighteen months after my marriage. I do recall that Constance had, by then, left my service to marry herself and I had not found another maid to replace her more unusual role. It was probably not long before I became pregnant with my son and this eventuality, though still unknown at the time, influenced the evening that I wish to relate.

My husband had always shown an interest in my wrestling adventures. He was witness to a modest show before I married him, and he loved listening to me telling him stories of what Constance and I had done to other women (and what they had done to us). I was well aware of the fact that he would have liked to watch another fight. We had decided that it was time for me to bear him a son and heir, which would obviously put paid to more violent practises, and so it was a case of now or never if I was to have a fight that he could watch.

The opportunity I had been waiting for came with the arrival on a visit of his sister. I had been dying to tussle with her again and as soon as I mentioned it to her she was fully in agreement. I can quite candidly state that it did not take me long to ‘persuade’ my husband! We put one condition in place; if he wanted to see us wrestle naked he had to be naked as well. He was less easy to persuade on this point, not wishing to expose himself before his sister. I wanted to see just how excited watching would make him, and we jointly refused to negotiate. He had to concede.

We decided to prepare a bedroom just along the corridor from ours, having most of the furniture moved out. Kelly helped us to get things ready and agreed to being present in case anyone knocked on the door while we were busy. She was disappointed that Constance was no longer available for them to be able to provide an encore!

My husband removed his clothes and sat close to the door, shyly trying to hide his manhood.
Margaret and I were quickly naked as well. I was no longer shy in front of my husband, whose presence did not seem to perturb Margaret at all. We had agreed to wrestle in a moderate manner, basically trying to fondle each others breasts and touch each other between the legs as a means of proving our dominance. George was to decide at the end who had touched the intimate parts of the other the most. We would not seek to cause such parts any pain.

We started quite gently as I recall, testing our strength, hands locked and standing and then trying to wrestle the other to the floor. This took some time and when we were finally both off our feet I managed to look at George and noticed most clearly that he could no longer discretely hide his manhood. This excited me and I gave up wrestling in favour of clasping as much of Margaret’s breasts in my hand as I could. She of course did the same to me.

“Let’s see who has got the longest nipples” she whispered and so we began playing with each others nipples, even sucking them as I recall. Margaret proved to have very long nipples when they were played with in this way.

“Who’s wettest between the legs?” I asked, and so we lowered our hands seeking the moisture count which seemed fairly even and we cheekily rubbed our moist hands on the others breasts. Another look at George revealed a degree of excitement that I had scarce seen before, not even on our wedding night.

“You’d better take over” I called out to Kelly, going over to my husband and inserting his manhood within me so fast he did not have time to refuse. Fortunately my activities with Margaret had readied me enough. I sat facing away from him so that I too could see Kelly shedding her clothes and commencing a tussle with her mistress.

Initially they started where we had left off, mostly touching each others breasts, but wrestling more to limit the other’s chances, at least slightly. I could feel that George was very excited. When the two started trying to touch between their legs he began quite to tremble. Kelly had light coloured hair and white skin. Their wrestling became more daring, and Margaret opened up Kelly’s legs giving us a full view. When she used her fingers to open up the skin folds further, we knew all of Kelly’s secrets, her hairs hiding nothing.

Poor George could hold on no longer. I should perhaps add that certain movements I was making may not have helped him. The result was most fulfilling as he projected within me with force and quantity and for some considerable time. But men, I am told, cannot continue indefinitely, and so he grew smaller and I climbed off him. His initial reaction was to retire from the room but I forbade it.

Margaret and Kelly were investigating between each others legs, but in a gentle fashion. I did not wish to be left out and decided to rejoin the fray.

The evidence of George’s happiness was starting to run out of me, so I scooped some with my hand and rubbed it onto Margaret’s chest! Then I did the same, but to Kelly’s face. I can tell you that their initial reaction was not of pleasure. Kelly reacted first and dipping fingers between my legs she anointed my face with what she found. There commenced a brief battle to empty me and dispose of the contents on each other. Things were hotting up, just as I like it.

Kelly rubbed her fingers on her mistress’ face. Margaret did not like this and seized Kelly’s hair. As Margaret was busy I decided to add to the fun by squeezing one of her breasts. Kelly put her fingers between my legs looking for more ammunition but, finding me now quite try, she pinched me hard. Margaret was shaking Kelly’s head, I was squeezing Margaret’s breast and Kelly was pinching me between the legs. Battle was on.

Somehow Margaret got round behind me and jumping on my back she seized both my breasts and began doing unpleasant things to them. Kelly released her hold between my legs and pulled on Margaret’s shoulders. I lowered my head and Kelly pulled her mistress over me. With Margaret now flat on the floor I put my knees on her shoulders and my weight over her head, holding her down. Kelly moved away from me enough to begin doing to Margaret what she had been doing to me seconds before.

Kelly’s bottom was close to me and I was not about to waste a chance to see how resilient she was in such a place. I got a firm hold, but unfortunately lost my balance allowing Margaret to extricate her arms and pull me backwards. Her hand took my place between her maid’s legs. I briefly rolled clear and then rejoined the fray pulling Kelly off Margaret by her breasts, squeezing as I did. Margaret was quickly between Kelly’s legs, seeking to increase her suffering but Kelly used her legs to trap Margaret’s head and pull her to one side. Margaret could no longer reach Kelly’s intimate parts but waving her arms around she found mine with an untimely blow – not intended I know, but painful none the less.

Moving out of her initial range I tested the strength of her stomach muscles with a punch. Not a hard one, but one that sunk into her tummy. Leaving Margaret slightly out of breath, well quite a lot actually, I more or less dived over her and flattened Kelly who opened her legs and released Margaret. Kelly grabbed my head and tried to locate my breasts. So I grabbed her head as well and quickly found a nipple that I extended a bit. Having got her breath back Margaret found herself below our feet and she plunged a hand between each of our legs, pinching as she did.

One might wonder as to George’s state, but I had no chance to find out. Easing myself up a little I tested out the solidity of Kelly’s stomach and found it harder than Margaret’s. Releasing my head Kelly did the same but I had been expecting it and her blow had only a limited affect. Margaret’s fingers were beginning to hurt and so I used my legs to knock her away, leaving myself open for a second punch from Kelly that was more successful than the first one. I grabbed her hair to gain time and protect myself and pulled her away. Margaret put her shoulder into Kelly’s midriff and I had to release Kelly’s hair to stop it being ripped out at the roots.

Kelly was flat on her back with Margaret on top of her, each had hold of the other’s breasts, leaving Kelly unprotected between her legs, so I did not wait for an invitation. I used my weight to block Kelly’s legs and then went to work between her legs. I’m sure we were all very noisy, but even above that I heard Kelly indicate that I was causing her more than a little discomfort. She literally threw Margaret off her to get at me. Initially she could not reach between my legs, so she located my hair and pulled me nearer. Seizing her hair I managed to create a stalemate where we shook each others heads from side to side. At least while we were doing that we could not hurt each other elsewhere, but Margaret could. She set to work slapping our bottoms and legs, as hard as she could, making a noise which quite drowned our squeals.

It took a while before Kelly and I quit our hair pulling and turned on Margaret. Kelly, having very fair skin was quite red. I could feel the heat from the slaps. Now we both set too slapping at Margaret’s legs and bottom. When I started slapping at her breasts Margaret tried to punch me in the stomach, but I saw it coming and blocked the blow by seizing her arm and pulling. I allowed myself to fall and kept hold of Margaret, so that her back was against me, exposing her breasts for my pleasure.

I admit to having a certain vicious streak, and I gave full vent to it while I could maul her lovely chest. I thought that Kelly might profit from the situation by trying to attack her mistress between the legs but, instead she turned her attention to me. Margaret’s back protected my chest, but not between my legs. For once Kelly did not try to squeeze the external parts between my legs, but sought to force a finger within me. She then squeezed my clitoris which was half nice and half painful.

When the painful element started to increase I released Margaret and went after Kelly. I managed to pull her around on the floor so that my legs were holding her upper body with me against her back. My finger sought out a different hole, that further back, but her wriggling and her position prevented me from doing anything other than worrying her! I had decided that she should suffer in this way so I worked on turning her onto her front, so that her backside was better placed for my planned attack. By doing this I raised myself onto my knees, my rump upwards over Kelly’s body. Just as I was about to start forcing my finger home, I felt a hard shaft enter me from behind and begin moving ever harder within me.

Margaret had fetched George, who even now was breathing very heavily on my neck as he made love to me with his body rubbing against my back. He was so excited that he could not hold back long. To Kelly’s annoyance I did manage to insert a finger far enough for my satisfaction before George came and we both pinned Kelly to the floor with our combined weight.

That was the end of our fight. No-one had the energy to use the fluid that George had filled me with to bait the others and we were all quite sore from our exertions. There was no winner or loser and so we could all be content with our endeavours.

The next day I gave Kelly a pendant to say thank you for her efforts. I know perfectly well that she had given her all to match our sadistic minds, but within reason. My main regret at the time was that Constance was no longer there. I suppose that I would also have liked to try with Kelly to see how far we could go in such a fight. But she was not my maid and that was not possible.

George told me afterwards that he had never seen anything to match our three-way battle and that it had excited him beyond belief. I suppose I’m glad that Margaret brought the fight to an end as she did – who knows how it might have terminated if not, and I did not really wish to cause severe hurt to my sister in law or her maid, merely to push our resistance to its end.

Between the activities of George (there was a further round later) and the efforts of my two female friends, my body reminded me of our evening for several days. I had barely recovered when I had what in the end became my last contest before I became pregnant and ceased such activities for several years. But more about that later.