The Diary of Jewel Delacroix Ch. 29

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Jewel walked down the hallway of her manor home towards the library. Her husband had been receiving visitors periodically throughout the day and the last petitioner had just left. Jewel wanted to talk to her husband but was still uncertain if it was a good idea.

As she approached the door to the library she paused for just a moment to steel her resolve. Nothing ventured, nothing gained; she thought as she pushed open the door and entered the room.

She saw him sitting behind his desk, and he looked up at her as she entered the room. Jean Claude Delacroix the IV looked pleased as he always did. Jewel could tell by his countenance that he was in a good mood. No doubt pleased with whatever problems he had conquered earlier that day.

"Darling." Jewel spoke soothingly.

"Ah, my lovely wife, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" The count glanced at the clock. It wasn't time for his medicine yet.

"Darling Husband," Jewel repeated, "I would like to discuss with you the estate of Ulrich the Fierce."

"And what exactly is it you wish to discuss?" Jewel saw her husband's face frown slightly.

Jewel decided to be direct.

"I wish to lay claim to my title. I am heir to the House of Ulrich."

Count Delacroix rose from his desk and moved over to two wingback chairs next to a table lamp and turned on the light.

Jewel was struck by a feeling of déjà vu as she had seen him do this a few times before. The room was still well lit from the large windows and it wasn't dark out so the light wasn't needed. Something is up with this light, Jewel realized.

"Please come, sit, and explain to me how you think you can claim this title."

Jewel moved to the chair opposite her husband. She smoothed the black A-line skirt she was wearing under her as she delicately sat onto the chair. The action exposed the lace tops of her thigh highs. She crossed her ankles as she sat as modesty and decorum demanded.

Jewel had dressed in a style she knew her husband preferred. The 4 inch high heels to emphasize her legs and posterior, and the tight white blouse over a black bra that could just be seen through the material of the blouse. Everything she wore was selected to emphasize her feminine figure that she had worked so hard to develop and that he had paid for and imposed upon her; and that he had paid her 'assistants' to compel her to carry out.

Her makeup was of the youthful style that she preferred rather than the dramatic styles Muriel usually applied. There were no appointments or events scheduled so she was staying at home today anyway and her husband didn't care what makeup style she wore as long as she was wearing it.

Jewel decided to maintain her direct approach. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"I have had the opportunity to do some research. My father's real last name is Ulrich, not McLeod. But you know this already as you employed him many years ago."

Jewel watched as her husband was listening attentively, but his expression was impenetrable.

"As the only heir to the title who has the means to lay claim, I wish to do so...with your love and support of course."

Count Delacroix was surprised to hear his wife knew about Ulrich. Reasoning quickly he concluded she must have used her attorney to discover the information.

"And why should we do this?" Jean Claude was genuinely curious. His wife never asked him for anything. Not unless she was planning something, of course.

"Our anniversary is coming up. You have always been such good husband to me and I have not been a good wife to you. I want to give you a gift of land and a manor home for our anniversary. You have done so much for me and I have not appreciated any of it. I resented you and our arranged marriage. I wish to make amends for my lack of appreciation."

"HA!" Jean Claude's laugh was of genuine surprise. This was completely unexpected. The royal court would never have let him claim her title for her and add the holdings to his own. There were still living male heirs, although none of them had the financial means required. That she would come to him and offer them to him...astounding! But he knew his wife well enough to know that she was probably up to something. Was this another escape attempt in the works? She wasn't biting her lip under the hypnotically implanted tell.

"If this altyazı porno is what you wish to do then I shall have my secretary draft up the claim tomorrow."

Jewel smiled in relief.

"That won't be necessary. I will have my attorney begin the process."

Aha, the count thought. I knew it!

"But we should go there and visit and see it first. You should never buy anything sight unseen, after all." Jewel held herself perfectly still. She had to fight the urge to bite her lip. It was a nervous habit she had developed that she had no idea how it began but was fighting to control it.

Count Delacroix gazed at the earnest expression on his wife's face. She might actually be sincere, he thought.

"Very well! In fact, next month is the Annual Royal Charity Fox Hunt. I believe that this event is very near those lands. We can tie the two trips together into one. In fact, I'll have your personal assistant arrange for you to receive riding lessons immediately."

Jewel smiled a genuine smile of relief. This was wonderful. Riding lessons though? Whatever; now it was up to her to try and figure out the rest of her plan.

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Dear Diary,

I would seem my latest major escape attempt was actually almost a success. I have long ago stopped detailed preplanning because somehow my husband and my assistants and the security staff just seem able to tell when I am thinking or planning or about to try to run. But during the 35th Annual Royal Charity Fox-Hunt I saw an opportunity and risked it and tried to make a run.

First, the land holdings for the House of Ulrich were right on the border. So I had hoped that if we went there and made a tour of the grounds I would then dart across and claim sanctuary or asylum. It was a simple and direct plan that regrettably didn't work out. We did tour the grounds but of course it was in a group of bodyguards and security staff and of course my husband just had to lead the tour. I wasn't allowed to go off and explore on my own. He said it was "unsafe."

Now that left the fox hunt...

Where to begin...because of the animal rights activists having succeeding in their lobbying efforts to ban fox hunting as cruel a new and creative hunt was introduced. Over 20 years ago they changed the fox hunt from hunting foxes and instead, now, they hunt high school runners who participate in track and field, or cross-country racing, or marathoners, runners of all kinds really, are offered a scholarship to participate.

So instead of a fox, they hunt "foxy people". The runners get a 30 minute head start. The men hunt the female runners and the women hunt the male runners. If you catch a fox then the student is your escort for a charity dinner that evening where the scholarships are awarded and various novelty prizes are presented and large endowments are pledged to athletic programs.

Of course I had to participate in the women's hunt for the male runner. It was one of the few outings I had where I was not under constant surveillance by anyone.

I was quiet a bit nervous though. Although I was taught the basics of riding just a few weeks prior to the event I was not at all sure of keeping up with the group.

I also had to learn to ride sidesaddle. The charity fox hunt and dinner this year was in period costume, so 18th century riding dresses and corsets and hat and boots...the whole works. My PCP collar was hidden under the high collar of my period costume. Illegally, as they were never supposed to be covered or obscured when worn. But since no one cared then I didn't dwell on it either.

My goal was to simply try and stay near the back of the group of huntresses and try to keep up. But after about an hour of riding I had been left behind. Not being sure where I was I rode to a high point and looked around. I saw that I was near the Manorial Estate of the House of Ulrich and that was directly on our border. Fortunately I was able to make out the landmarks and it was then and there that I confirmed the border was within easy riding distance. If I rode at the best pace I could manage I could probably cross into the neighboring countries territory in only a couple of hours and be free.

One thing that I didn't know was that they had given me a trained horse. Once it heard a special command it would run non-stop back to the stables. I think they were monitoring me by GPS and after a while, when they saw that I was not with the group and heading away, they simply broadcast the command. I had been riding toward the border for about 20 minutes when the horse heard it and no matter how I tried to steer my horse away, all it did was turn and run for the stables.

I reached a point where I had to ford a stream. It was there that I stumbled across one of the male runners! He had participated in the event the previous year and thought he knew how to win. Runners who do not get caught when the time is up, or make it to a safe haven receive a bonus. By blind luck I caught amatör porno him at the stream.

But as I said, my horse heard the command and ran for the stables. When they took me inside I just lied as best I could. I started complaining how I saw a runner and had caught him at a stream and suddenly my horse took off. I actually started crying, partly because I needed to be convincing, and also because I was truly scared of the punishment.

Anyway, at the end of the event they asked all the runners and sure enough the one I saw came forward and told how he was found and thought he was caught when the rider suddenly turned and rode away.

So, I got out of trouble by dumb luck. The dinner event that evening went ahead as planned and my fox sat next to me for dinner. It was also traditional for the fox and the hunter to have a dance during the after dinner party. I offered him the option of not dancing, but he said he was already told I was a male-bride and he didn't want to do anything to offend anyone and lose his scholarship money.

I had seriously thought about why I didn't just jump off my horse and run away on foot?

Hmm...possible broken leg or head or back from jumping off a moving horse, running in 18th century dress and corset, the distance to the border was too far; the block heel riding boots...the odds were not in my favor.

It would seem that right now I am so good at failing to escape that no one even notices anymore.

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"Darling, I am so proud of you. Catching the fox like you did. You have made a positive impression with our peers and your dancing this evening was enchanting to watch."

Jewel knelt at the foot of the bed as her husband reclined against the mountain of pillows piled up against the massive headboard.

"Thank you my husband. I am glad I have made you proud." Jewel did her best to smile despite the growing feeling of sadness inside her. Jewel knew her husband would now want sex. He was so randy and insatiable that Jewel was now convinced he had to be taking performance enhancing drugs. There was just no way a man his age could or should have the vitality and virility he boasted.

"Come here, you are such a good girl, come lie next to me." Jean Claude pat the bed by his side.

Jewel was a good girl, he had given her a direct command so she did as she was told and lay next to her husband and was pulled into an embrace.

Jean Claude kissed Jewel tenderly at first, then with more and more vigor, his hands originally holding her close by her hip, now wandering to take her penis into his hand and slowly stroke it.

Jewel gasped in shock as the count stroked her penis. In all their years of marriage he had never touched her penis.

Jean Claude looked into Jewels eyes they fluttered closed in pleasure from his kiss and from the attention he was showing her with his hand. He had used her for his pleasure and his pleasure alone for all those years. He had sought for and found revenge against those who wronged him using her as his pawn. But had he been right to do so? Of course he had been right! He was Count Delacroix of House Delacroix and he knew his rights and privileges and power!

But was he...hmm...unfair to her somehow, to not tend to her and her needs after his plans had succeeded? If so, then tonight would be different. She had brought him manorial lands that even in their ruined state were valued at close to 20 million.

Jewel shut her eyes as the count slowly, gently caressed her cock, stroking it smoothly in his grip. The count's kisses were gentle, yet firm, passionate and yet unhurried. Her penis became tumescent from the attention.

In one smooth motion Jewel suddenly found the count was on top of her, then kneeling between her legs and still stoking her cock. Jewel was terribly confused that he didn't flip her onto her belly...what is he doing, she wondered?

Jean Claude looked into his wife's eyes and saw her lustful confusion. She successfully charmed so many of their peers, had been solicitous of the young athletic scholar's feelings and had not tried make another foolish escape attempt.

Jean Claude was proud of his wife. She has truly finally accepted her place and station in life as his arranged wife! It took longer than he expected, and after his revenge against her father was realized he thought he would never need her again, so he sent her away for safekeeping. But here today, and tonight, she finally showed her devotion and obedience.

Keeping her close now was instrumental to his new plans, but tonight, Jean Claude intended to do something he rarely ever needed to do...show his appreciation.

Taking his wife firmly by her hips he lifted her up and positioned her bottom across his lap, her legs spread wide by his sides. He gazed adoringly at her firm taught abdomen, the pert firm curve of her breasts, her penis now erect with desire, and her impeccably applied makeup displaying her passion and lust amatör porno for him, her youthful glow and innocence even after 5 years of marriage seemingly unsullied.

Placing the head of his cock at the rosebud of her sphincter he aligned himself and slowly penetrated her.

Jewel was still in shock. The count had never fucked her missionary style before. In all these years she was always to be in a submissive posture; on her hands and knees, or flat on her belly, or propped on a pillow or toy or tied to a fetish or BDSM restraint to raise her ass and keep her head lower and in submission.

As the count penetrated her she felt his cock enter her slowly, and differently. The slight curve of his cock touching parts inside her she hadn't felt before. And he wasn't ramming it in forcefully; rather he pushed slowly, so slowly as to make her realize that she wasn't being hurt as badly as she usually was. Her penis was even hard and stiff and straining upward and towards her face.

After nearly a full 5 minutes of gentle thrusts the count had buried his 10 inch cock inside her...and she wasn't in agony! The count began to thrust more firmly and build strength and momentum. Soon Jewel's body was rocking back and forth from her high heels to her luxurious brunette hair. As the count began to piston inside her a new and more ominous feeling began to mount inside her...for the first time ever with her husband she felt...pleasure...

Never having had "the talk" on her wedding night, or with anyone for that matter Jewel's sexual education at the hands of the Count had be largely brutal and one-sided. The few incidents when he tried to be tender he still felt he had to dominate and demonstrate his strength. Never having been told of her prostate and that there was a way to obtain pleasure from its stimulation was an unknown quantity in her education and experience.

Jewel's confusion and fear grew at the pleasure intensifying inside her. Having nowhere else to look, she opened her eyes and saw the adoring gaze of her husband as he looked upon her.

There it is, thought the count. Jewels eyes had fluttered open and the look of pleasure and lust seemed unmistakable to him. He grinned lovingly at his wife as he moved his hands from her hips and then caressed her sides and arms. He massaged her breasts and then back to her sides. Then with a boyish grin, began his tickling of his wife.

Jewel's pleasure had built into a crescendo. Fear and confusion fought with pleasure as she didn't understand what her body was doing. But when the tickling began what was left of her resistance broke down like a wave crashing onto the shore.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and a soft contralto feminine moan of pleasure issued from her lips. The intensity of the prostate stimulation coupled with the shared intensity of her body's response to the tickling made her mind's higher functions shut down.

Her back arched as her body's automatic response was to grind down onto the Counts huge swollen cock. Her legs spontaneously crossed behind the counts back in the effort to drive him further into her ass. Her high heels pushed up to nearly behind the counts neck in a lust driven confusion of trying to simultaneously pull the count in closer and bring her legs back farther to open wider for him so he could drive his cock in deeper.

Jewels hands and arms, which had been gripping tightly to the sheets, reached out to grip her husband's chest, her hands unintentionally yet fortuitously clamping down hard on his nipples.

Jewels penis, which had been merely erect minutes ago from the stroking the count had performed, ached painfully yet pleasurably from its rock hard state. And as her orgasm struck, her cock released it's long stored load, spewing forth with pressure so intense her semen sprayed up and across coating her taught belly and coating the underside of each of her breasts with her own issue.

The count watched in amazement. He had never seen jewel experience an orgasm of such intensity before. And when she suddenly grabbed his nipples, the visual and intellectual rush, the pleasurable feelings of his cock inside her, and the pain of having his nipples played drove him over the edge.

Count Jean Claude Delacroix came deep and hard inside Countess Jewel Veronica Delacroix's tender ass. His warm cum splashing deep inside her deepest recesses, yet such was the volume of his cum that some still managed to leak out past his burrowing cock and her tight anal ring, creating a wet spot from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Spent, the count collapsed onto his spasming and twitching wife. He gasped for air, slowly recovering his breath as he felt her orgasmic contractions slowly subside.

For many long minutes he lay there, spent, until eventually his deflating cock finally popped free from her tight anus.

Yet when he heard Jewel sob the count propped himself up on his arms and looked at his wife's face, now wet with tears.

"Darling?"

"That...was...that was..." she stuttered, unable to form the words.

The count's heart swelled with love and pride.

"Shush, darling wife. I know. I know, and I love you too." As he kissed her tears, rolled off her and pulled her into a spoon position to embrace her.