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thecclover-fanfictions · 7 days ago

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A Rather Different Day

Lovingly Bruce watered the flowers arranged round the picture of Rosalind, sighed and remained a short moment to watch her smiling at him. Now and then he talked to her, told her some news or just mumbled that he missed her.

But there wasn´t anything exciting to tell today. Half an hour ago his eldest daughter had called him from Clarence House for a short chat. Charles was out for some engagements and she wanted to use the day for doing early Christmas shopping and asked for Bruce´s wish. Actually he had no wishes beside health, peace and happiness in the family. And Christmas was still weeks ahead.

But life of his daughter had changed that much that she couldn´t live without an exactly planning. Meanwhile she run an own small office with two secretaries, was patron of a few charities and often accompanied Charles to official events. But she seemed to enjoy it and Bruce even dared to believe that she was happy.

His life in contrast was rather quiet by now. He would go out to check the garden and to water some plants in his glasshouse. Then he will have a small lunch, enjoy a nap and wait for the call of his daughter Annabel later. In the afternoon he would read a book, while the TV sounds in the background. Slowly the day would smooth into the night and he would scuffle into his bedroom until he´d get up in the early morning again.

Moaning Bruce slipped into his worn out Wellington´s, his back and his knees had really seen better days. His daughters tried to convince him to have a gardener, and he easily could afford one. But gardening was one of the things that kept him alive. As long as he was able to go down on his knees he would make his hands dirty.

He tried to angle his gardening jacket down from the coat rack as the telephone rung. Bruce was confused. It was too early for Annabel, Mark was elsewhere on this planet, his friends would just call him in the evening, so it was probably just someone trying to sell him stupid things.

In his boots Bruce walked over to the phone and determined took the receiver. None of this bloody call centre operators would ever have a chance here!

“Hello!,” he almost barked into the phone. “Yes, hello Major Shand?,” it sounded friendly obviously out of a driving car. Bruce was still confused, but the caller introduced himself as the private secretary of The Prince of Wales. And if he was ready to take on the call from His Royal Highness.

Bruce was unsure if this guy just wanted to send him up. He could count on ten fingers how often Charles had called him in his life without Camilla to be first in the line. But then he really could make out Charles´s voice in the background impatient waiting for an answer. And he entirely was sure as Charles obviously had grabbed the mobile and confused asked if he had some buttons to press now.

But suddenly it started to panic inside Bruce. Why on earth Charles should call him out of the blue!? Maybe there is something wrong with….Bruce didn´t dare to think further, but excited called: “Charles? Charles? Hello?” Charles´s voice came nearer until it clearly sounded in Bruce ear: “Yes, hello. It´s Charles here.”

Bruce had a slightly dry mouth: “Yes, Charles. Hello! What´s wrong?” Charles frowned: “Nothing is wrong! I just wanted to call you!” Bruce wasn´t convinced: “Is something wrong with Camilla?” “No! She is fine!,” Charles wondered. Bruce exhaled relieved: “Alright. So what´s really up, Charles?” “Uumm…I just wanted to ask…I have a few engagements in your surrounding area. And, maybe…,” Bruce didn´t know that Charles´s heart suddenly heavy bumped. “Mmhh…?,” he just asked into the break. Charles behaviour was a bit strange today.

Charles grabbed the mobile tighter: “So, I just wanted to ask if I…if I can come to visit afterwards.” Of course he could, but why? He always was so busy, Bruce really couldn´t imagine the reason, as not even Camilla was by his side.

“Yes, of course you can come along. Isn´t there really something wrong, Charles?” Charles lightly stuttered: “No, no. Not at all. I just wanted to…ask…,” he exhaled, “I just wanted to talk to you.” Bruce confusion got more: “Yes, it´s fine. But you can tell me now as well.” “No, no!,” Charles hastily answered, “not now…it´s better if we…,” he paused. Bruce had absolutely no idea what Charles wanted to ask or tell him, but: “Alright, Charles. When will you be here?” Charles´s voice sounded somehow relieved now: “I guess in the early afternoon. Shall we call again?” “No, just come along. I´m home. What else should I do.”

Indeed, somehow Bruce looked forward to a little variation in his daily routine. And he was curious now what Charles just could have on his mind.

Some hours later a caravan of a few cars arrived and wildly parked on Bruce´s driveway, making some noise. Charles immediately jumped out and went over to the main door. Bruce had noticed them already and chuckled as Charles unnecessarily rung the bell.

He scuffled over to the door in his slippers, shouting: “I´m coming, I´m coming!” He turned around the huge key in the lock, opened the door and looked into Charles´s face that somehow excited stared at him.

Charles said nothing, just smiling nodded at him. Bruce reached out his hand and as always, still, was surprised about the strong and manly handshake he got then. “Come in, Charles. How are you?” Charles just nodded again: “Sorry for my invasion here. But…Thank you.” Bruce smiled and made a head movement to his staff outside with asking eyes. Charles hastily answered: “No, no! They will wait!”

Bruce shrugged shoulders and shut the door. Charles has stepped more into the house but had turned to Bruce and watched him while kneading his hands. Obviously something was going round in his head, but now as he was to visit Bruce wouldn´t let him go so fast. He would ask a little later.

He patted Charles´s back and asked: “Some tea?,” while already walking towards the kitchen. Charles still fiddled at his hands and his eyes followed Bruce, his feet still glued on the ground. “Yeess, yeess…,” he finally answered and almost jumped behind now.

“Let me help you!,” he spluttered while looking around in the kitchen for the ingredients. Bruce chuckled, Charles really isn´t known in the family for his kitchen skills. But to his very surprise Charles found all the things he needed for making tea, while Bruce boiled the water. “I clearly see the good impact of my daughter!,” Bruce roared.

Charles blushed immediately und almost let fall down a cup of porcelain. But his eyes gleamed in such a happy way now, Bruce was speechless. It still hit him like a hammer how deep the feelings of Charles for his daughter were, and actually had deepened more and more through the years. But Charles felt a bit awkward now and turned away from Bruce, biting his lips and trying to stay calm.

They carried the tray into the living room now and Bruce moaning let fall into his huge arm chair. “Old crock,” he mumbled to himself.

Charles waited, fumbling at his signet ring, until Bruce sat comfortable. His face was a bit strained, but his eyes were adorned with a somewhat expecting glance and he constantly chewed is lower lip. He poured some tea into Bruce´s cup and into his own and was about to hand over the tea as Bruce quickly snapped away his cup: “That´s just what I needed! To be served from His Royal Highness!”

Charles jaw sagged but he watched into Bruce´s amused face and earned a teasingly hit from him. Usually Charles always laughed about Bruce´s wicked humour, but today his brain needed ages to work out that it was a joke. Under Bruce´s alert eyes he took his own cup and placed down in the opposite chair.

Quiet he nodded to him and for a little while they both listened to the ticking of the grandfather clock. “Really nothing wrong, Charles?,” Bruce tilted his head. “No, no, no…everything is fine. Really.,” Charles hastily answered and gulped down a sip of tea. Bruce didn´t let him out of sight as he sipped his one. But as obviously nothing was to get out of Charles he tried with chitchat: “So, how was your event here? Really friendly people around, aren´t they?”

Charles was somehow lost in thoughts, his eyes were focussed on the Persian carpet and he reacted just seconds later with a confused: “Yes, yes, yes…very friendly!” He smiled to Bruce again, a bit exaggerated and his lips formed some words. But he said nothing.

Bruce could really feel his strain now, but still he had no idea what was going on inside Charles. Maybe he had worries with his family again, like so often. Or with his staff, or one of his charities. Or maybe a bad article was published and Bruce had missed it. But why he should ask for his, Bruce´s, advice then? Camilla was always the first person he turned to…

Suddenly Charles pushed back his cup of tea, cleared his throat and looked down on the carpet again. “I…I….” he looked up with kneading hands to Bruce again, “I wanted to ask you something.”

He looked very serious, but very agitated as well. His eyes again were adorned with a mixture of positive expectation, absolutely nervousness but determination.

Bruce pushed aside his cup of tea also and straightened up in his chair, kneaded his hands on his lap and very serious looked back at Charles. Today he really gave him a riddle.

Charles got even more nervous and wriggled about on his arm chair. Bruce said nothing and so Charles started to stutter: “Yes, it is…a very…very important thing. Very, very…” Somehow Charles resembled the young, a bit insecure man now he got to know about thirty years ago, Bruce mused.

And suddenly Charles deep exhaled, squared his shoulders and jumped up. If the arm chair weren´t so heavy it for sure had slide away. As straight as a pole, almost in navy style, Charles stood in front of Bruce´s chair, his eyes glued on his face and with a strong and steady voice he pressed out: “I want you to ask for your daughter´s hand!”

No single breath sounded in the living room for a moment. Charles, remaining in his position, stared down to Bruce and Bruce, with a light open mouth, stared up to Charles.

He had heard his words, yes, but somehow he couldn´t work out them. “Wwhhaattt?,” Bruce just stuttered while still looking up. But very slowly something in the back of his head started to work now.

Inside Charles the strain started to fade, his brain had finally noticed that it was done. The scene he had imagined since years, the question his heart had longed so much for, it was done. Charles started to breathe again and his body relaxed. Even his face changed, into a soft and relaxed smile, but his eyes were still expectant.

Charles exhaled again, made a mini step forward to Bruce and asked anew. His voice was calm now, but still determined and full of the knowledge that he did it right. “I ask you for your daughter´s hand.”

He lovingly smiled to Bruce and watched him how he leaned back in his chair, fiddled at his fingers and finally got up, with weak knees. He just embraced Charles very tightly, his excited breathing sounded in Charles´s ear and he mumbled: “What does she say?!”

Charles shook his head and grabbed Bruce´s shoulders to look at him. Somehow this situation was so unreal for him, though it was exactly what he badly had wished for. And…slowly his feet lost ground, slowly everything inside him was enlightened from a new kind of happiness, his body felt so light as if tons of stones were loosened from him.

With the happiest and most beaming smile Bruce had ever watched on Charles he answered, while his eyes flooded over with all his heart: “I haven´t ask her yet. I wanted to do it this way. I wanted to do it right, in the way she earns it. I wanted to ask her father for his permission first.”

Bruce was more than speechless. He was totally overwhelmed and confused but his heart told him that something very wonderful was just going on. There just could be one answer. With tears in his eyes and an emotional voice Bruce patted Charles´s back: “Yes. Yes! Of course, my dear chap!”

Charles face just exploded now in happiness and relieve and he just embraced Bruce, as tight as he was able too. “Thank you, thank you…,” he whispered before he helped him down into his arm chair again.

Bruce was really, really moved and rumbled around for a handkerchief. Eventually he had found what he looked for, tried to dry his flow of tears now and made a hand movement that Charles should sit down again.

Bruce still couldn´t believe it. He actually was more than content with the way his daughter had arranged to be the consort of The Prince of Wales. A marriage was totally out of his mind, he never had expected this to be happen. And that his daughter would say “Yes” to Charles was without any question. She had endured so very much to be on his side, much more as most people could bear, Bruce adored her for this.

But…”Is there really no one you had talked about it, Charles? Are you sure it is possible at all?,” Bruce frowned suddenly. But Charles beamed to him with an almost boyish face, Bruce had the feeling he could explode each second with his happiness. “Yes, of course, I talked to my mother. And she was alright with it. What else!,” he chuckled as if it was the most easiest thing to marry in his position. Bruce wasn´t convinced: “Yes, well. But the church?! Or the law?!” Charles leaned back confident in his chair: “Be sure, I did everything to left no doubt. And I would go till the end of the world, and beyond, to marry her!” Charles gaze was determined, in fact Bruce had never seen him more determined.

Still wiping his tears he answered Charles with a low voice: “You always had this on your mind, hadn´t you? Since ever?” Charles serious looked back at him, leaned forward a bit and almost whispered with eyes locked at Bruce: “I always wanted to marry her. Always. I never gave up hope. Never.” Bruce´s spine run down a shiver and his tears flooded more again. His heart felt so light now, full of confidence that his daughter would be entirely happy now.

More or less silent they drunk their tea now, lost in their thoughts. Charles with a happy and confident smile and the lightest heart while looking into his future that he ever had. Bruce smiling as well, but with a slice of melancholy. He thought of Rosalind and how much he had loved her to be here just right now…

Before he opened the main door he embraced Charles again. He was calm again, but happy. And with his found again mischief he whispered into his ear: “And if she isn´t entirely happy for just one day, then you´ll have me to contend with!” He teasingly boxed Charles´s shoulder and Charles knew, it was as much fun as it was meant in earnest. But Charles determined looked at him: “There won´t be one single second!” Bruce brightly grinned, he knew Charles would care for her in the way he always did and much more, if still possible.

Patting Charles´s shoulder he opened the door, but Charles turned around. And out of his heart he said: “I will be very proud to be your son-in-law.” Bruce smiled and watched Charles for a last second. And the young man that hold his daughter so tightly in his arms in the garden of The Laines during his first visit appeared again…

”Go now! Make her happy!” Bruce waved Charles out before the tears in his eyes would be back again.

He scuffled back into the living room, to the photo of Rosalind on the cupboard. His index finger gently slipped over her face: “We´ve got good news, darling…”…

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thecclover-fanfictions · 3 months ago

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The Road To Highgrove

Really, don´t take this too serious…:D:D:D

Boisterously laughing Camilla stormed cross the dance floor, smartly evaded the dancing pairs around her and stretched her hands out to her husband. “Dance pooper! Dance pooper!,” she cheekily giggled, her eyes filled with mischief.

Boyish grinning Charles stared at her, with a glass of water in his hand. He had forgotten the guy next to him who had engaged him into a conversation about landlords of the last centuries. He was captured by the sight of his wife,

Her dress flattered round her perfect legs, showing him her knees and a very little part of her sexy thighs, the slightly messy hair waved while she arched her head back in fits of giggles, the happy face was blushed from dancing and the sparkle in her beaming eyes just belonged to him.

She grabbed his hands and laughing pushed him back on the dancefloor, calling some apologetics to the guy who was interrupted by the scene in full flow of words. “Come, darling, come…!,” she seductive chuckled to Charles with a certain look. Her husband followed her almost in trance, but he laughed as well, free out of his heart. He didn´t need to hold back anything, they were in private, on a party of an old friend. Nothing what happens hear would leak out, their wide circle of friends was a sworn community.

He just loved if she behaved like this. Somehow she always will be his bubbly girlfriend who is able to brighten him up within seconds, make him laugh till he cries about silly things, to bring joy, sunshine and most of all sense into his life. And…who still is able to set his body on fire, in the blink of an eye if she wants. It didn´t matter that her skin was wrinkled now and that she dyed her grey hair, her body was still the most attractive and sexiest to him. It still happened if he sat at his desk and let his mind wander to get a clear thought again, that he suddenly had to fight against an erection by thinking of their last shared night or her body naked in front of him.

Loud singing along an obvious tiddly pair danced quick and wild cross the floor and accidentally crashed into Camilla. Squealing she tried to hold the balance and hold more onto her husband. Charles stumbled and the sip of water in his glass burst out, down on his trousers. Right in the middle.

The both of them watched with wide eyes the spreading water spot on his crutch. Charles desperately moaned: “Oh no….”, looked at his wife and with one voice they started to laugh again. But on the other hand it was a very good reason to dance as close as possible until the spot had dried. If this would still be important then…

Charles put down his empty glass on the next table, grinning squared his shoulders and grabbed his wife with a roguish laugh. In tango steps he moved her back on the dancefloor, yet the music wasn´t a tango but played in a quick disco fox rhythm.

Camilla squealed in his arms, they didn´t care about the people around. They didn´t even notice that they were there, despite they both were the talk of the evening. Like a young couple in love they had captured the dancefloor since the start of the party and Charles had just took a short break of two dances, watching one of his old friends with eagle-eyes who had grabbed Camilla immediately to swirl her around in quickstep moves.

For his liking the guy had put his arm way too tight around Camilla´s waist, his luck was only that Camilla´s eyes hung on her husband all the time, giving him winks and bright smiles. His old friend had loved to dance the night away with her, Charles was sure, but Camilla more or less determined freed out of his arm and almost jumped back to her husband. Half she had laughed about his jealousness, half about the joy to share a private night out with him finally again.

Zippy he turned her from the left to the right, stretched up her arm and bent her back, ignoring her squeaks to take care of her bones, put his knee between her legs and seductive pushed her around. With hot lover´s eyes, but full of mischief, he watched her straight all the time and Camilla couldn´t hold it. Will-less she hung in his arms and almost died in giggles.

She was very exhausted meanwhile as they had danced most of the evening in a quick rhythm, but after the tango the DJ breathed in his micro: “The next song is for all the lover´s in here.” From the right and the left supressed giggles sounded, but Charles just purred with happy eyes: “This is perfect!”

Camilla flung her arms around his chest, pressed strongly against him and looked up. First she said nothing and then, very serious: “Darling, your trousers are wet.” Charles burst out in roars immediately and boyish grinning answered: “Reaaalllly?!” Whispering something that wasn´t meant for other ears she gave him a mischievous wink and conspired grinning they snuggled up to each other.

Charles buried his face into her hair and deeply breathed in her smell. His hands slowly wandered up and down her waist and her back, exploring her curves while dancing to the old love song. He felt Camilla´s hands doing the same with him, her warm touches left traces of prickle on his skin. The last week was very busy for them, with engagements, meetings, speeches and receptions. They barely had time for each other, most of the days he “met” her already sleeping in their marital bed, just giving her a soft good-night kiss and holding her hand to fall asleep. There was no real kiss, no cuddling, no sex. And now, having an evening off, spending their time together, it hit them like a hammer how much they had missed each other.

Kissing his chest through the textile of his shirt Camilla enjoyed his nearness very much. Feeling his strong body against hers, under her lips and hands, smelling his manly flavour and his hands on her so very intimate, she wished they could beam over to Highgrove immediately, into their bedroom. It almost overrun her suddenly, her lust to feel him naked, to feel his hands and lips on her bare skin, to feel him inside her. To see his cloudy eyes when he climbed up to his highest point and to listen to his deep groans during all the things they would do to each other.

Obviously her husband had the same thoughts, as his hands had grabbed both her bottom cheeks and squeezed her lightly. His lips wandered down her temple to her cheek, his breathe had fastened and echoed in her ear, but he still imbibed her wonderful smell. He had danced them into a corner of the room, luckily the DJ had dimmed the light so nobody could really follow their moves.

Charles had stopped, holding each other very tight they just stared into their eyes now. They both knew what they wanted just right now, and they knew it wasn´t really the right place. But their lips neared anyway and both deeply exhaled as they met. As their tips of the tongue touched the love song had ended abruptly and the DJ directly switched on the flashy coloured light again.

Not even half a second later someone boxed Charles shoulder and called while dancing along: “Hello, love birds!” Obviously the drunken pair that already met before, but their loud giggles paid attention to the “love birds” again. Sighing Charles grabbed his wife and swirled her back to the dance floor.

They didn´t need further words to know how much they longed for one another. But, it was written in the stars when they´d have the next opportunity to have a party like this. They always had enjoyed to dance the night through, together, to clear their minds from the daily business, surrounded by friends who were, of course, curios but not gossipy. Maybe one or two hours more would be great fun, and the night was still long…

The DJ turned up the sound and the fast rhythm again. Kidding around they made silly dance moves, intentionally wrong steps and couldn´t stop giggling. And Charles took care that nobody else would grab his wife for a dance again, tonight it was their night, but Camilla as well grabbed her husband very tightly if a lady tried to near him with asking eyes.

They snuggled against each other as the next love song came up, shared hidden kisses in their embrace and adoring glances, which revealed that none of them had forgotten the heat that was switched on inside.

Charles´ hands seemed to be everywhere on her as they danced a quick Samba. On her curvy waist as she turned around and around, on her bottom as she stepped back and forth and fleeting on her breasts as she made a twist in his arms. His eyes glued on her, and the breath run out of his slightly open mouth not only because of the quick steps.

And she wanted him so much now, it almost ached as his hands parted from her as the song ended. But Charles´ laid his arm around her shoulder, kissed her cheek and out of breath whispered: “Something to drink?” In his eyes laid the question: “And something more?” Camilla just nodded, yes and yes.

He ordered a huge glass of water at the bar in the party room and he didn´t mind the curios hidden glances as he tenderly stroke a wisp of hair from Camilla´s forehead, leaving her with closed eyes and a visible shiver down her spine. He still hold her in his arms and felt that she pressed a little tighter against him.

Charles won the battle for the glass of water first, hastily gulping down the half while withstanding the teasing hits of his wife. And he couldn´t resist to finally kiss her wet and inviting lips very tightly as she had emptied the glass. Camilla surprised squealed under his lips, but as their eyes met words were unnecessary. Hand in hand they rushed out of the room, down the steps and out to their car.

The security had made themselves comfy downstairs but hastily jumped up as their bosses stormed out. Someone called: “Home, Sir?” and Charles just incidentally mumbled. “Yeesss.,” while helping his wife into the Range Rover. He pecked her lips before closing her door and pecked her lips again as he started the engine to drive home. He loves to drive her around in their leisure time and security is allowed only to follow them in an extra car, nobody should disturb them in their togetherness.

Charles gave full speed and didn´t mind if the car behind could follow or not. It was just a short ride to Highgrove, but it would be too long for now…

As he had reached the main street his wife tenderly grabbed his left hand and kissed his palm. “I love you, darling,” she whispered and could spot the adoring glance in his eyes as he quickly turned around and stroke her hair. “I love you too, darling,” her husband whispered back by touching her lips with his thumb. Camilla kissed it again and placed his hand down on her knee, crossing fingers with him.

Charles turned aside again and again to her while driving and smiled to her. With her free hand Camilla caressed his face and felt his lips touching her fingers as well. Almost inaudible she breathed again: “Love you.” Charles hand resting on her knee begun to wander up and down her thigh. And he didn´t stop, his grip became a bit tighter and more determined. How much he loved her trained and still perfect shaped legs! He could spend hours kissing and caressing her there, until he would go further down to the little paradise between them. Just alone by thinking of this Charles´ sharply exhaled.

Through Camilla´s body spread a wave of warmth and pleasure anticipation. Her hand laid still on his, even pressed him down on her thighs a bit more. Charles recognised this very much, and also that she had leaned back in her seat and spread her legs lightly. He turned around to her again and even in the dark he could spot the longing sparkle in her eyes. And he would die if he would take his hands off her now… He had reached her perfect knees again and paused for a millisecond. And then his fingers pushed aside the cloth of her dress.

Very lightly, almost trembling, his very tips of the fingers circled around her knee cap. He knew it sent flashes through her body as she squeezed his hand tightly. And as he dared to go up a very little bit at her thighs she grabbed his wrist strong, while her muscles tightened for a second.

None of them said one word, Charles stared just out of the road, luckily he would find the way to Highrove blindfolded. Otherwise he had problems to concentrate any longer.

His fingers rested a short moment, leaving his wife in impatience with an uneven breath. And she winced as he moved up on her again, his fingertips tickled the inner side of her thighs and fleeting stroked over her nylons. She spread her legs a bit wider again.

Charles had problems to stay in reality and to hold the car in position. But he hardly could stop on the side of the road, what should he say if the security would look after them and he had his hands between the legs of his wife and would already do things to her?! But he also couldn´t stop doing the thing he did just right now, and his wife couldn´t stop as well enjoying it.

His fingers got more up and he breathless discovered that she was wearing hold-up stockings. His eyes wandered to her again, she heavily was pressed into the backrest and stared at him with open lips. She still had squeezed his wrist and her chest sunk up and down quickly. Charles looked back on the road again before his fingers slipped under the hem of the hold-ups.

She let out one single girlish moan and her nails buried into his wrist. With trembling touches he explored the soft skin under her stockings, and his circling and tickling moves did send flashes not only through her body. His trousers got really tight meanwhile too.

Slowly his fingers slipped up again and out of her stocking. He touched her other leg and his nails slightly scratched up and down the inner side as well. She moaned again, quieter now but more longing. And her right hand touched his thigh as well.

Charles accidently floored the accelerator, but demanded himself to concentrate again.

It was hard, as his wife had grabbed the huge bulge in his trousers. She squeezed him and rubbed up and down the cloth in the way he liked it and the way the bulge grew up once more. He had started to breathe jerky and very sharp as his fingers touched her panties.

Camilla arched her back and really couldn´t supress a loud moan as her husband had touched her crutch. He wasn´t surprised that the cloth was already soaked, in fact it drove him almost crazy. How much he wanted her now!

His finger slipped under the textile, Camilla bit her lips and deeply groaned but was drowned out by the aroused yell of her husband. He loved so much to feel her there, with his hands and his lips, his tongue and his dick. Longing his fingertips stroke up and down her wet lips, Camilla´s back pressed deeper into the back rest but her lower body more against the fingers of her husband. And she spread her legs wider once more.

Jerkily moaning in arousal Charles´s back of the index finger caressed her growing clit. Camilla´s hands had pressed into the seat meanwhile to find better hold and she circled her hips in the rhythm of her husband´s caresses. She had closed her eyes and uneven groans escaped her open mouth. As Charles took his thumb to give her more pressure there she hit her head back and just whimpered: “Oh god, darling!” Charles´ trousers almost exploded by listening to her and by feeling her wetness and wonderful body under his fingertips.

But the drive way to Highgrove laid now in front of them and if he wanted or not, Charles had to take off his fingers from his wife to turn the car to the right. He almost never used this words, but now he cursed: “Fuck! Fuck!”

Camilla immediately grabbed his hand again as they had to drive just straight. Her head twisted from the right to the left on the back rest as Charles´ fingers dived under her panties again. He felt relieved to be home again as he otherwise had probably lost control over the car now. They passed the gate way and greeting a good night with flash light the security turned right on the staff´s park space.

With last power Charles drove his car round the house in front of the back door. He didn´t recognise that he turned out the engine, he just looked at his wife with hungry eyes.

Within a wink of an eye Camilla had grabbed his arms and climbed over to him. She couldn´t wait a second longer, and Charles couldn´t either. Somewhere in a corner of their minds they knew they could get caught in the act anytime, but for nothing in this world they would be able to go up in their rooms now. They just had crossed the line.

And now they just let it go. Their hungry lips touched, their tongues met in a hot dance, almost a fight, they smacking sucked their lips and their hands rushed all over their bodies. It was really uncomfortable and for one moment Camilla thanked God for the luxury she lived in. At least the front seats of the expensive car were so wide that she could place her legs on either side of her husband.

Their lower bodies rubbed against each other while kissing and heated them up once more, and made them absolutely impatient now.

It was too small in here to get out of the clothes completely, but Charles already ripped at her dress. Breathless Camilla looked for the zip, she had forgotten where it was, but found it at her back and Charles quickly opened it. He just ripped it down her shoulders and was flashed again by the sight of her stout breasts. It would probably kill him till the last day of his life.

She had packed her treasures into white lace and her hard nipples pressed against the textile, they clearly showed off. Charles´ dick hardened once again, if this was still possible. Under normal circumstances he loved to slowly kiss his way up and down her cleavage before he would open her bra and bit by bit strip it off. But not now. He quickly opened it and tossed it away, it landed somewhere on the back seat.

But he just couldn´t resist to grab her breasts, to knead them in his longing hands and to lick and suck her nipples. And she still had donned her long pearl necklace and it caressed and touched her breasts in a most seductive way. Charles loved to see jewels on her if she was naked, and it gave him the ultimate rest now. Camilla was in another world anyway, she just yelled her cries of lust out.

Almost raging he ripped at his trouser zip and cursed at he couldn´t manage to open it. With shaking hands Camilla tried and under wild moves they pushed down the trousers and boxers until his hard dick flopped out. Huge swollen and dark red it almost touched his stomach.

Camilla lifted up on his lap slightly and Charles breathless fumbled aside the cloth of her panties between her legs. She grabbed his hard penis, let it circle round her clit before she sunk down on him. With a loud groan Charles let loose of her panties and grabbed her waist to give her hold.

She had pressed her lips and watched her husband with squinted eyes. But as she started to move her hips and Charles desperately shoved into her, as much as he could in this position, she uncontrolled moaned again. Girlish and in the rhythm of his moves inside her.

Charles grabbed her tighter and one hand wandered up to her breast. Covetous he kneaded her again and his lips found her nipple to get even more pleasure. Pleasure for her, and for him as well. He almost bit into this wonderful thing between her lips and his wife started to tremble with wide open eyes.

Her hands tried to find hold on his head rest, deep her fingertips had buried into it. Her lower body clashed against his in a fast rhythm, but Charles feared that he would reach his climax first as he almost was over the edge now.

Quickly his hand got between her crutch and slipped under her pantie. His thumb tried to circle around her clit, smaller and tighter the nearer he got her wet pearl. He felt that it worked, Camilla almost stopped breathing and uncontrolled trembled in his arms. And as he gently slipped over her clit and gave her an extra deep shove she stopped breathing for a second, until she broke down in his arms in a heavy orgasm.

And now Charles just cried it all out. He pumped his cream into her, his shaking head bumped first against the head rest until it buried again between her breasts.

They remained silent for a while, wrapped into a tight embrace and just listened to their running breath until they finally calmed down. Charles tenderly kissed all over her cleavage and slowly up her neck to her mouth. Then he leaned back against his head rest and looked into the exhausted face of his wife.

Slowly they started to grin until they burst out into roars of laughter. Charles hands rushed through his hair and he desperately giggled: “Oh my god, tomorrow we can´t move one bit, for sure!” Camilla laughing pecked his lips and rubbed nose with him: “So we should stay in bed all day long, darling!” Charles laughed louder and grabbed her cheeks to kiss her tightly: “Your second best idea for today, after this!”

Still giggling, but trying to get back their composure they quickly got out of the car, rushing up the steps to their rooms and trying not to make a noise in the world.

As they woke up in the late morning the car was driven back into a garage. As Camilla scuffled into the dressing room, her bra that she had forgotten on the back seat, was discreet placed on the side board.

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