Chapter Four: Join the Club, Branson
William stood out in the driveway of Downton Abbey, waiting for Lord and Lady Grantham to return from the theatre. They had dressed for dinner and the theatre before the gong and left around 7:30. It was now 11 PM and the Lord and Lady of the house still had not returned. His jealousy of Lord Grantham had increased significantly that day, as Her Ladyship walked down the stairs to meet her husband for their outing. She looked so amazing that William had a hard time keeping his jaw from dropping at the sight of her. She was wearing a long dark blue dress that hugged her figure very nicely, her hair was styled in the most amazing (and time consuming way, according to Miss O'Brien when she came downstairs.) It was sort of half up and half down, and William knew that she was the most beautiful woman he would ever lay eyes on. When he had managed to tear his eyes away from her, he glanced at His Lordship's reaction to his wife. He had a complete worshipful look on his face and his eyes sparkled with adoration. When she had taken her husband's arm to go to the motor, Lord Grantham looked very proud at having her on his arm.
After what seemed like an eternity, William saw the motor coming up the drive. Once the motor pulled up, William went to open the door before he heard giggling coming from the interior. William's jaw dropped. The motor now? What next, the Servants Hall? The garden and library had been bad enough. Her Ladyship's bedroom was an acceptable place, but every where else was simply improper. Knowing how often they had each other, one would assume that they'd have more than 3 children. William stood at the door, waiting for the noises to stop before he knocked on the door. Branson waved him forward.
"Are they still going at it?" he asked William, who nodded, gulping slightly. Branson shook his head and continued talking. "When they got in, she was leaning on him heavily. She was giggling, and he was whispering in her ear. Then they started banging around in the back and giggling even louder. There was even some shrieking going on. You have to give it to them though, for their age and status, they love each other very much. At least we don't need to keep secrets of them having other lovers. That's difficult."
"I can imagine, this is the only house I have worked in," William said as a thud came from the back of the motor, which a loudly whispered "Robert, Branson might hear us. Put them back on. We can finish off upstairs."
Branson and William's eyes widened at the sound of Her Ladyship's voice, almost certainly telling her husband to put his clothes back on. They waited a few more minutes until they were sure that the couple was fully dressed and looking reasonable. William then walked back to the door and opened it. They were looking slightly dishevelled but as appropriate as you could be when you got dressed in the back of the motor. Or so William assumed.
"Ah, William, lovely night, isn't it?" His Lordship asked, smiling as he stepped out of the motor, offering his hand to his wife.
"Lovely night indeed, M'Lord," he replied, shutting the door after Her Ladyship stepped out and took her husband's arm again.
"Good night William, you can tell Bates and O'Brien to go to bed if they're still downstairs," she said, smiling and eyeing her husband with a heavy mix of adoration and lust. Lord Grantham proudly led his wife inside and up the stairs to her bedroom. When they were halfway up the stairs, William saw His Lordship's hand slip down to grab his wife's backside. She squealed in delight and sped up the stairs, her husband following close behind. William didn't think he could see much more of them without snapping and telling Lord Grantham to keep his manhood in his trousers and his pants by extension.