Three years ago, Gloria married Thomas, the only son of George, Earl of Glenfondle. Tragically, Thomas died in a car accident three months ago. Now a twenty-five-year-old widow, Gloria continued to live with her father-in-law, George, and the employees at the castle.

In the past, the family had a flourishing business sustained by an ample supply of timber, wool, and dairy produce of the Glenfondle estate. But in recent years, they seemed unable to stop their financial decline.

Full of grief over the death of his only son, George started online gambling. His estate already had been on the brink of bankruptcy, and he lost everything to his addiction, including his estate.

The new owners to whom he had lost his estate, two men named Ivan and Gregory, made a sinister proposal. For a three-hour date with Gloria, they would cancel his debts. The deal was outrageous. Gloria had to wear only a short fur coat when she would appear at their hotel. After those three hours, the financial transactions would be immediately authorized. When they spoke on the phone to close the deal, George could not help but ask how a three-hour date with a woman would be worth seven million pounds. They replied laughingly that this amount is their income in a little bit less than two days. They did it because they could.

Gloria agreed, and they drove to the hotel suite in the city two hours away from Glenfondle. Gloria stepped out of the Bentley to enter the hotel.

Unbeknownst to the perpetrators and Gloria, George had planted two cameras in the hotel suite. His time in the military paid off now—he knew the guys who could do this.

In the parking lot, together with his butler and chauffeur, James, they watched as Gloria entered the suite, followed by the two men. They immediately commanded her to get on her knees, and they both took out their dicks. George was a bit surprised that Gloria grabbed both cocks and sucked them without hesitation. Not too long after, one of them came directly in her mouth, and he made Gloria swallow.

The second guy also came soon afterward, but he preferred to cum on her face, carefully avoiding soiling the coat.

Then the guys undressed and changed into bathrobes, and Gloria wiped the cum off her face. They dined on champagne and sandwiches. One of them opened a bag and took out toys—various dildos, anal beads, and a tube of lube. They made Gloria take off the coat, lie on the bed, spread her legs, and put on a show with the toys. It seems that she knew how to use the dildos, but the anal beads were the first for her, and she struggled to get them in.

George and James looked at each other; both men actually enjoyed the sight of Gloria's spread legs, even though they were deeply worried about her. To everybody’s surprise, the men in the room as well as in the car, Gloria came hard. It wasn’t a fake orgasm, because she squirted a big stream of her love juice high in the air and onto the bed linen. She closed her legs and was panting, covering her face, as if she was embarrassed.

While she was still lying on her back, the men rubbed their cocks to hardness and joined her on the bed, taking turns fucking her missionary and feeding her mouth. They could last much longer than the quick blow job session at the beginning, so Gloria gave her best. George noticed that she actively participated, pushing her hips up into the man who was pounding her. Could she possibly be enjoying the threesome?

They changed positions, one guy lying on his back with Gloria riding him. The second guy pushed her forward and got behind her. The sound Gloria made indicated surprise, as the second cock penetrated her anus. Her two holes were now fucked long and deep. Finally, the men came and rolled off of her. Gloria was absolutely exhausted and just lay on the bed, completely naked, cum running out of her holes. All three went to the shower room, and the sound of water could be heard.

While the men dressed, a lady came and fixed Gloria’s makeup. George saw that one of the men typed something into his phone. Anxiously, he took out his phone to check his bank balance. Two minutes later, he sounded relieved and surprised. The men had actually transferred 500,000 pounds more than they had agreed on. There was an accompanying note: "For the extraordinary service, a little token of our appreciation. She is a keeper, if I were you." The men left first, and after Gloria had composed herself, she dressed in the coat and left the room, too.

Walking was painful for Gloria, but with a steady gait, she crossed the hotel lobby and went into the driveway, where James already had the car door held open for her. Gloria only said two words once he was behind the steering wheel again before she fell silent. “Go, James.”

Nobody spoke. George could barely look at Gloria, who was as far away from him in the Bentley’s leather seats, her hands clasping the coat, looking out the window. George reached out and handed her a blanket—the wool came from their own sheep, which had sold during better days for 1500 pounds each in London. For a split second, he could admire her slender legs before she covered them with the blanket.

“Thanks,” she said and continued to look out of the window, into the distance.

After another fifteen minutes in silence, George tried to apologize. “Gloria, no words can express my feelings for you. You saved me.”

“Stop gambling,” she hissed. “If you gamble again, I’ll kill you!”

George knew that this was not an empty phrase. “I promise,” he solemnly swore.

After another ten minutes, they were on the country road, and it was getting dark. Gloria spoke again. “Take up your old hobbies, like hunting or fishing.”

Tears welled up in George’s eyes. This had been his favorite pastime with Thomas. After Thomas had died, he had given away all rifles and fishing rods.

Gloria’s icy voice penetrated the dim interior of the Bentley that smoothly and effortlessly ran through the hilly countryside. “Or watch porn on the internet!”

He helplessly looked at his hands in his lap. He wondered if he could ever touch or hug Gloria again.

Suddenly, she turned around and threw herself at his shoulder, as if she could have read his mind. “Hug me, you idiot.” With relief, he did, and could feel her shoulders tremble. Soon, her breath became deeper and more regular. She had fallen asleep. James could see in the mirror that George now had his hand on her upper leg and the other one over her shoulder.

When they arrived at the castle, George carefully woke Gloria up. Without a word, Gloria went to her room to change. Mildred had cooked a simple dinner, and Gloria and George ate in silence. George could not stop thinking that those full lips that engulfed the meat not long ago had sucked two dicks. He became hard.

Without a word, Gloria went to her room.

The next morning, Gloria appeared as if nothing had happened. She was as cheerful as a widow for three months could be. George was taken aback by her pragmatism. She told George in a firm voice that she would take care of the estate and business from here on. It turned out that her college degree in management was helpful. In no time, she had implemented new lines of produce to sell at competitive prices. She even transformed one room in the west wing of the castle with some of the extra money she had made on that fateful day into a cozy but elegant place to stay for exclusive guests with a “Dine and Wine with the Earl” offer for 5000 pounds per person per night, including dinner and breakfast. Each person who stayed left them with 4000 pounds of revenue per night—yes, the excellent food and beverages and the occasional horseback riding excursions amounted to around 1000 pounds per person, but the revenue was a great source of income for them.

The discreet handling of the guests had quickly spread by word of mouth, and James got busy driving to and from the local airport, where many guests arrived with their private jets from all around the world. It was Gloria’s job to tidy the rooms, and more often than not, she had to clean the messy and sticky sheets after the guests had left, often older men with much younger companions. Sometimes, they also forgot some toys, or had no need for them anymore—some of them found their way into Gloria's collection. The squirting on that fateful occasion had been genuine, and she often played with herself at night in her room, dreaming of Thomas or the two guys.

One day after dinner, she asked George what distraction he had found to keep him from gambling, since he hadn’t taken on hunting and fishing again. Straightaway, George answered, “Porn on the internet, as you had suggested, my dear.” Not only that, but from time to time, he watched the video of that time in the hotel, which he had uploaded on his computer, but he didn’t tell her that.

“What are you watching?” Gloria asked with sincere interest.

They went to this room, and he opened his laptop. He spoke while typing. “This is an awesome site. It’s not just pictures, but also a lot of well-written stories. They have picture-sharing groups with awesome themes and also a chat window.”

Gloria clicked some of the links.

“Oh, you like threesomes! And this, what is ‘age gap’?”

She clicked, and with a sound of surprise, she commented, “This is quite perverse!” She was genuinely shocked, but on the other hand, she also started to become wet, and her nipples hardened when she saw young ladies having sex with older men.

“Now that I have been honest with you, please be honest with me.” George looked at Gloria, whose eyes were still fixed on the screen while she clicked through the themes of porn pictures and GIFs. “How was that time in the hotel?”

Gloria looked down at her lap. Her hands were folded. She took a deep breath. “At first, I was scared as hell. I would be alone with two men whom I did not know. But they were kind.” A wry smile appeared on her lips. “Kind of kind. They made me do things I have never done.” A single tear ran down her cheek. “I, I, I just wished Thomas would have been there for my first threesome.” She sighed and looked into George’s eyes. “Finally, I have said it! It was, quite frankly, not as bad as I had anticipated. Actually, it was not bad at all.” And with that, she got up. Giving George a kiss on the cheek, she retired to her room.

George was taken aback. The thought of Gloria thinking about threesomes with her husband and another man was new for him.

The next day, instead of a Mr. and Mrs. Sugiyama (the couples were always addressed as Mr. and Mrs., if not otherwise explicitly stated by the guests), only Mr. Sugiyama arrived, a well-behaved Japanese gentleman with graying temples and a resonating baritone voice. It turned out that his companion got sick and had to stay in London. So, the dinner was just the three of them: Mr. Sugiyama, the Earl, and Gloria. Gloria wore her favorite deep-blue dress, the one that every guest was fascinated by. After the dinner, the two men chose a Tomatin 30 Years Antiquary whiskey and retired to the billiard room.

Gloria sneaked out and went to the west wing in a bold move. She wrote on a sheet of paper, “I will pass by your room 15 minutes after you have retired. If you do not wish my company for the night, lock your door, please.” She placed the note on Mr. Sugiyama’s bed pillow, together with a little rose.

Back in the billiard room, she could just hear how Sugiyama praised George’s knowledge about the story of Shirakawa whiskey, of which Sugiyama owned a bottle back in Japan. She saw how his face lit up and his eyes got fixed on the cleavage of her deep blue dress when she entered the room again. She knew that Mr. Sugiyama would leave the door open, and suddenly her heart pounded strongly.

Sugiyama talked very charmingly about the castle and how much effort both George and Gloria invested in it. Gloria got impatient; her pussy felt moist, and she longed for Sugiyama to finally retire. Finally, the men got up from their seats and wished each other a good night.

George kissed her on the forehead and smiled when he looked down her cleavage, and then he also went to his room. Gloria looked at the standing clock, which slowly ticked the seconds away. The minutes ran slowly. If the door was not locked, this would be her first sex after that humiliating, but at the same time exciting, meeting at the hotel. The aura of taboo also lingered in the room now, even though it was not a taboo. Gloria was an adult, a widow, and free to choose her partners.

Gloria went to her room to step out of her silk panties and put two of her favorite toys in her purse. If everything went well, she would undress in front of Sugiyama and be naked and ready for sex right away. Her heart pounding, she went to the west wing, the thick carpet swallowing the sounds of her steps in the hallway. In anticipation, she pressed the handle down. The thick door opened when she pushed against it.

The only light in the room emanated from the bedside lamp and illuminated the right side of Sugiyama’s face, who sat on the bed in the castle’s bathrobe. Gloria closed the door while he got off the bed and moved towards her. He put his hand on her deep blue dress and pinched her nipple through the thin fabric. Gloria smiled. Tonight, the bed linen would be soiled with her own love juices and his semen.

Without delay, they kissed, and as they ran their hands over each other’s bodies, Sugiyama’s bathrobe opened and Gloria’s dress quickly dropped to the floor. Sugiyama went down on his knees and buried his face into Gloria’s crotch, running his tongue over the landing strip and her outer lips, enjoying the rich scent of a pussy that was already wet from erotic desire.

He knew a lot about how to please women with his tongue and lips, and Gloria’s knees started trembling. “Oh, fuck, I need to lie down!” They fell onto the bed, Sugiyama on his back, Gloria mounting him in a sixty-nine. “Don’t stop,” she said. In the dim light, she saw his cock already hard, and she took the whole length in her mouth. Both used their best skills to please each other. Only when Sugiyama spread her ass cheeks and rimmed her hole with one finger did she squirm. “Not my ass.”

Soon, they were both breathless, and Gloria turned around and placed a big French kiss on his lips. His whole face was covered in her love juices. With one swift move, she mounted him and gyrated her hips so that his rock-hard cock stimulated the walls of her tight vagina and her G-spot. She then bounced up and down on his cock, and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the room. He massaged her perfect boobs and pinched and pulled her nipples. Their moans became louder and more demanding. They hurled dirty words at each other. His pelvis was pushing up every time she slumped down on his cock. They both came at the same time, and she collapsed on his chest, both covered in sweat.

Gloria rolled over and felt his hot semen seeping out of her. He sucked on her nipple, and they kissed passionately. He rested his head on her chest, and soon she could hear him breathe deeply. Not only that, but he had fallen asleep. She went to the shower room, cleaned herself up, and snuggled up to him, naked as she was.

At six o’clock in the morning, Gloria could feel a cock enter her from behind in the spooning position. Sugiyama’s hand caressed her slit while pounding her from behind, and again they both came at the same time.

This time, they showered together, and Kenji (this was Sugiyama’s first name) made her cum again with his wonderful tongue.

After toweling off, Gloria wrapped the fluffy towel around her slender body, and they had a look out of the window.

“Thank you, Gloria,” Kenji said while putting his arms around her from behind.

“You are so wonderful, Kenji, like a gentleman samurai,” she giggled.

They saw George coming out of the stable. That day, Kenji and George would take a horse ride. Because Gloria had no other clothes, she stepped into the blue dress. Kenji gave her nipple another pinch, and she hurried to her room. George must be waiting for her, even though it was Mildred’s job to prepare the breakfast.

George, as a good host, was already waiting at the breakfast table on the terrace. They engaged in small talk and planned the day. When Kenji had excused him during breakfast, George reprimanded Gloria.

“We do not mingle with the guests. I saw you at the window this morning.”

Gloria blushed, even though she had no reason for it. “But he is alone... he must have looked forward to a raunchy time here at Glenfondle, but his wife became sick.”

“Still, it is not acceptable. Imagine you are with a guest in the rose garden or showing him the stable, and his mistress and I have a fuck in my room. Would that be acceptable?”

“But Mrs. Sugiyama is not here.”

“But she is in London. It is just a matter of degree, you see?”

Kenji came back, and they finished...