Hello dear readers.
I am delighted to see you again for a new chapter of "missing scenes".
To be totally honest I wasn't sure about posting it and thought I'd stop at chapter 2.
Will you tell me if I did the right thing by sharing it with you?
Warning: Lots and lots of fluff and smut. Rated M.
Chapter 3
"Can I count on you, Carson? On you and Mrs Carson of course. If you give your consent, everyone will follow you."
"You can rely on us, my lady. We are honoured to be able to help you."
"Thank you Carson, as always you are a treasure."
Mary left the room with a proud smile on her face while Charles did not dare to look at Elsie. She stared at him with her arms folded, her expression an annoyed pout, but on closer inspection her eyes were laughing.
She coughed to get her husband to look at her.
"Oh I know what you're going to say, Elsie. Well, yes it's true, I don't know how to say no to her! What on earth have I gotten myself into?"
Elsie laughed.
"Oh Charlie, you're going to act just to please Lady Mary."
"Oh dear... what part are they going to make me play?"
"A marquis or an earl. Someone very important and completely worthy of you."
Charlie puffed out his chest. He could play a marquis perfectly, he had enough magnificence and presence and his wife had admitted to him that she liked his charisma and above all she would be by his side.
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"You see, Mr. Molesley has finally proposed." Elsie had approached Charles quietly. They were downstairs again, in the housekeeper's small sitting room.
He turned to her.
"Yes, and I must say he has done rather well. As usual, my love, you were right. And you look stunning in that dress."
He loved seeing her blush, lowering her beautiful face and her shy smile. He loved that he still had the ability to make her blush like that. He saw her try to fix her hair and he smiled at her.
The shoot was over, Charles had enjoyed this little adventure and he was very proud of Lady Mary. He had tried to concentrate on the plate in front of him, or on the main scene, rather than on his wife and her cleavage which was causing his body to react in a very inappropriate way. They were surrounded by people for God's sake, and in the dining room !
"I have to say that suit looks really good on you, Charlie."
Suddenly they threw themselves on top of each other, kissing deeply, completely forgetting where they were. They stopped their kiss breathlessly, Charles' hands resting possessively on Elsie's buttocks, while hers were clutching his hair.
"Home?" Charles asked breathlessly.
"Home." Elsie replied in the same state.
They put on their jackets as quickly as they could and almost ran out of the Abbey, back to their cottage filled with lust and desire.
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Lying in their bed completely undone, they were covered only by the light sheet to hide their nakedness. Their acting clothes thrown loose on the bedroom floor, they were both swimming in their post-orgasmic bliss as they continued to kiss tenderly.
"Is everything all right Elsie?" Charles asked as he felt his wife pull away from him.
"Everything's fine Charlie. It's just something I'm thinking, and if I tell you, you'll tell me it's stupid."
"Maybe it is. What's the matter? Did I hurt you?"
"No, you didn't hurt me at all, on the contrary. It's just that..." She sighed.
"This is the first time since we've been married that you've been so... wild. I liked it, I really did. But I tell myself, that your desire for me, was only increased because I was wearing this dress tonight, and this stupid makeup that makes me look younger and fancier than I ever would. And I'm thinking, maybe you're only with me, intimately, because... I'm available."
He wondered if she was serious. His first instinct was to laugh, but when he started to giggle, he saw Elsie's hurt look and he immediately felt bad.
"Oh my love... I'm sorry, but once again you're right, that thought is really stupid." She was about to retort but he silenced her by continuing.
"Yes I found you extremely attractive in that dress, it's a novelty. I've never seen you wear anything like that before, and yes, you look great in it. But I don't care about the dress, the whole time I saw you wearing it, all I could think about was your breasts. Your naked breasts, without that piece of fabric. All evening I only wanted one thing, to see you without it. So yes, I enjoyed taking the time to admire you in it and to take it off, but what I like best about you is you and if possible without clothes."
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"It's true that my sexagenarian body is a sight to behold. You don't have to lie to me, Charlie. "
"But I'm not lying to you. And your reasoning is starting to make me doubt my legendary charm."
"You're a fool. You're beautiful, you always have been. You age well, but it's different for women."
"Forgive me, darling, but you're the one being silly."
She just shrugged her shoulders in response. She didn't believe him.
"Very well." He said and pushed the sheet away from their bodies revealing their nakedness completely.
"Charlie! What are y.."
"Let me try to convince you how beautiful you are, that you are the most beautiful woman this earth carries."
He had moved closer to her, and began to place simple kisses on her face.
"I love your forehead, it reflects your intelligence, your humour, your righteousness, your pride." he covered her forehead with kisses, then went down to kiss her eyes.
"And your eyes, my god your eyes. It was them I noticed the first day you arrived. Your beautiful eyes, which say so much to anyone who can read them. I learned to read your looks, I fell in love with your eyes so quickly, I didn't even realize it. "
He placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
"I love your pretty nose. You know how you wrinkle your nose when you're upset or when you want to laugh and you hold it in?"
He moved to her cheeks, brushed them with his fingertips, then kissed them reverently.
"I have dreamed many times of kissing you on the cheek, because I could not kiss your lips. Sometimes I could convince myself that on your birthday, or at Christmas, I would kiss you on the cheek, to taste your skin. I never dared to do it, unfortunately for me. "
"And your mouth... My god that mouth. The first time I kissed you, it was sweet, very chaste, but your lips on mine... I had never known anything better. I've dreamed of your mouth so many times, and not always in a decent way my love. You have the prettiest mouth in the world, I love your smile so much, your pout. I love it when you pursed your lips when you are angry. When you bite into that lip." He kissed her bottom lip. "The effect you have on me Elsie, just smiling, just talking."
He reached down to kiss her neck and ears, took his time. He knew she liked it when he lingered in certain places. Under her left ear, at the border between her shoulder and the base of her neck, under her jaw. He knew she liked it when he nibbled her earlobe sometimes.
"You smell so good my love" He continued to kiss her neck and Elsie began to relax. She placed her hands on Charles' bare back to encourage him to continue but he disengaged from her touch, he took her hands to rest them on the mattress.
"Oh no my love, you will let me show you how beautiful you are. You will learn to see yourself through my eyes. You'll touch me as much as you like once you're convinced." He winked at her and resumed his kisses and caresses.
"Will you please turn around, my love?"
She agreed, curious and eager for what was to come. She rolled over onto her stomach, her head resting on her crossed arms.
She heard him sigh with pleasure.
"Elsie, you are so beautiful. How can you doubt your beauty? How can you doubt that I find you beautiful and desirable? I don't know anything or anyone more beautiful than you, than your body. Your back... I remember our first time together. You had your back to me when you took off your last piece of clothing. That marvellous back which offered itself to my sight. The arch of your loins, and your buttocks. I love you so much, I love your body so much, your back, your lovely little ass that I want to bite into, you are perfect my love, so perfect."
He bent down and stroked her back and buttocks reverently. And he heard Elsie moan.
Well, he was on the right track.
He continued his kisses, on her buttocks, behind her thighs, her calves and the soles of her feet, which made her laugh and writhe under the tickle.
"Can you get on your back now please?"
She obeyed his request. He had so much love and gentleness in his eyes, that she was moved. She fought back tears but her love for her husband at that moment overflowed from her, and Charles was moved by it too.
He took her right hand and began to worship her arm, her hand and every finger. He kissed her skin, lingering in the crook of her elbow, telling her again and again how soft and beautiful and perfect she was to him.
"I love your hands, you're so graceful Elsie, every move you make exudes femininity. I love the effect your hands have on me."
He took her other hand and did the same, kissing her arm, the crook of her elbow, her wrist, the palm of her hand, and every finger.
He finally raised his eyebrows, and slid his gaze down to her breasts.
"Oh hello there! If you know how much I love you." He stroked her breasts, ever so gently, barely brushing against her, then when she arched her back to bring her breasts against his hands, he engulfed them fully, enjoying their softness, savouring the weight in his hands, then with a caress he withdrew lightly making his fingers slide over her nipples and Elsie moaned once more.
Finally he put his mouth on her left breast, and with the tip of his tongue titillated the tip as he continued to caress her right breast.
He raised his head a little:
"What was it you said about your body again? Let me tell you that your female body is purely and simply gorgeous, sensual, and beautiful, and your breasts are wonderful."
And he went back to kissing her breasts lovingly.
Elsie could feel her desire growing, how could her husband make her want him so often? Despite her age, her desire for him was strong, and the caresses that he gave her, the love that he professed, really overwhelmed her, she loved him so much that she was ready to believe him when he said all those things about her body.
Charles enjoyed his wife's breasts for a few more seconds before moving down to her stomach. His hands slid everywhere, over her ribs, between her breasts, the roundness of her belly, her navel, the birth of her hips.
"I don't know what to tell you Elsie, I'm speechless when I look at you like this. You mean the world to me." He kissed her on the stomach, just above her navel, where he knew she was most ticklish. She twisted with laughter, trying to push him away.
"You see I know all the places that make you sigh, moan, laugh... you are wonderful my wife."
He moved down a tiny bit, avoiding her pubic bone and what it hid.
He was now kissing her thighs, round and soft.
"I like your thighs. I like them round, I like that they look like they were made for my hands and kisses. I like having them around me when we make love. I don't know if you know this, but when your orgasm approaches you pull them tight against me, I feel like you want to seal me to you."
He continued his descent, he was determined to make Elsie understand that she was more than beautiful. He kissed her knees and legs, pausing for a moment on her ankles before going to caress and kiss her feet and toes, which made her wriggle and laugh again.
"I don't know if you remember, it was a long time ago, you must have only been here five or six years, the summer was particularly hot. I caught you soaking your feet in a basin of cold water in your little sitting room. Your feet and ankles have been the subject of many a lonely night. I fantasized about them so much that I was afraid to say your name in my sleep or when I was... I was stroking myself thinking about you. "
He came to lie on top of her, she spread her legs so that they were skin to skin and it was she who initiated the kiss. A languid, loving kiss that went on and on.
While kissing her, Charles slid his hand between Elsie's thighs, he had loved all of her body except this place. He intended not to forget it.
He stroked Elsie slowly, registering the shape of her sex, the hollows, the folds, the soft, inviting warmth. He knew how to touch her, how to make her writhe beneath him, almost to orgasm.
"Elsie, look at me."
She anchored her gaze to his as he stroked her again.
"You are beautiful. Do you hear me? You. Are. Beautiful. You don't need any special dress to make you beautiful or desirable. You are beautiful just the way you are."
She arched her back and pressed herself against him, she needed him now to increase the pressure of his caresses, but he would not obey her.
"You are beautiful when you move naked under me. You are beautiful when you come. You are beautiful when you close your eyes and pinch your lips in pleasure."
Elsie was moaning now without restraint, she had never felt so free, so uninhibited. Here in the hands and love of her husband, she was giving herself away completely for the first time in her life.
Charles continued to caress her, sometimes plunging two fingers into her, but he concentrated mainly on her clitoris. He knew, he had learned with her, that it was this place more than any other that made her go over the edge. He had learned with her that sex was not just about an orifice to plunge stupidly into. Making love to his wife was making love to her with his whole body.
He felt Elsie's thighs tighten against his hips, she was close. He pressed a little more and watched her cum under his fingers.
Elsie's body was in spasms, she arched her back, rubbing herself against Charles' fingers again, she sighed, moaned, and her orgasm continued under her husband's adoring gaze.
He withdrew his hand from her vulva to better guide his penis and penetrate her gently as she continued to cum. Charles moved slowly, Elsie following her husband's rhythm, gentle, loving, artful movements.
They were both speechless, words were now superfluous, their body to body, their moans, their sighs were enough.
They did not take their eyes off each other, they were still moving in unison, their eyes hooked together.
Charles, felt Elsie's sex contract around his and he was simply swimming in absolute pleasure. His orgasm came quickly. Elsie followed close behind. And they both collapsed into each other's arms. She wanted to keep him inside her, she could feel her sex continuing to contract with pleasure.
But he withdrew from her and lay on his side, his face between Elsie's breasts, his breath coming in short gasps.
They held each other for a few minutes, enjoying each other's closeness a little longer, then Elsie pulled herself out of Charles' embrace to clean herself up.
When she arrived in their small bathroom, she quickly cleaned herself up and then looked at her reflection in the small mirror hanging above the sink.
What she saw made her blush, she thought she looked great, yes she wasn't twenty anymore, yes her body looked its age, but love, the way Charles looked at her and sex did wonders for her self-esteem.
She returned to her husband's arms and he welcomed her with a smile.
She wondered before closing her eyes if she could buy the dress and take it out again sometime when she and Charlie were alone.
Charles watched her sleep for a long time, usually he was the one who fell asleep first after sex, but not this time.
He thought about the doubts and absurd complexes Elsie might have. If the price he had to pay to make her understand that she should have no doubts or complexes was to make love to her, then it would be a price he would gladly pay a hundredfold.
Elsie groaned in her sleep and came to stick to him a little more, he wrapped his arms around her.
How he loved his Elsie, that silly, silly, beautiful, wonderful woman.
So, do you want a sequel ? Shall I continue ?