Gerard has been a part of my family now for over twenty years, tending the gardens for my aunt and uncle as a young man, and serving after that as a butler to my parents. Much to my delight, on the day of my wedding, Gerard was handed over to me, to act as what one might respectfully call, my private assistant.
Now I’ll admit, it may seem a bit odd to find a white person working for black folks, but in our case, Gerard fits right in. Certainly, he does what he’s told, but if I’m not mistaken, he actually takes pride in his obligations. For example, if I ask him to oversee the duties of the house, he judiciously oversees the duties of the house. If I ask him to take care of the children, he takes care of the children as if they were his own. If I ask him to pleasure my husband, well, he pleasures my husband. Oops, I guess I forgot to mention that Gerard’s duties go above and beyond those of the regular hired help.
And not that it should be of any great concern, I will point out that Gerard is an extremely handsome man, albeit in a robust and noble kind of way. To be honest, it is the reason that Jefferson and I started asking him to participate in the more private aspects of our relationship in the first place.
Of German/Scandinavian descent, Gerard has the chest and limbs of an ox and eyes the color of a deep ocean. Usually, his face is expressionless, as he tends to keep his emotions to himself, but his cheekbones are high, his jaw is strong and his mouth is exquisitely formed.
It should also be no secret that I have harbored affection for him since I was a young girl, reveling in moments of innocent intimacy like the time when, at the age of eight, he carried me up to the porch after I’d fallen and twisted my ankle. When he wrapped his strong arms around my body, I happily held onto his neck, inhaling his manly scent and pressing in close to his face, the roughness of which left me with scratches that lasted the better part of a week.
Yes, Gerard is unquestionably an asset to the Woolstead family, further evidenced by the fact that just last week he helped Jefferson and I host a grand party here at the estate. I dare say that he was literally run off his feet, but it’s not as if his chores are ever all that unpleasant.
The party – a celebration of my fortieth birthday – was a night of unequaled enthusiasm, and as one might expect, an extraordinary amount of preparation went into the event. In a final effort to ensure that everything was in order, I summoned my captain of servitude up to the master suite a good three hours before the guests were to arrive. “Gerard, I need you to check with the cook and see that the food is ready. Can you also confirm that the maids have sufficiently dusted and mopped? The house must be absolutely spotless.” I turned to Jefferson. “Is there anything that I may have forgotten, Jack darling?”
“Not that I can think of, my love. I’m sure you have it all under control.”
“How about for later?”
“Perhaps after everyone has gone, I might like a massage. Maybe I’ll even be up for a blowjob. Get it – ‘up’ for a blowjob?” Jefferson laughed heartily at his own wit, searching the dresser for his cuff links.
“Well, aren’t you a naughty devil? By the way, your cuff links are on the bathroom vanity.” I returned my attention to Gerard. “You heard Mr. Woolstead. Have the oils and towels ready for later.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Oh and Gerard, I will need your assistance in the bath forthwith. It’s not everyday that a woman turns forty, you know.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Would you like to join us?” I asked Jefferson.
“No thanks. You two go ahead. I’m going to have Bernice send up some tea and I’ll probably just catch the ballgame on television.”
“But you’ll be listening, won’t you?”
“As always, my love.” Jefferson sauntered across the room and settled himself on the sofa.
“Well, don’t get too caught up in the game. Soon it will be time to don your penguin suit,” I reminded him.
Undressing expeditiously, I then waited for Gerard to fill the tub. When the water was almost to the brim, I cast off my robe and stepped carefully over the edge, my crotch coming to within inches of his face. Knowing that he could smell my womanly fragrance, I leaned forward and wafted my hand through the bubbles, purposely giving him a peek at my private furrows. Inhaling deeply, Gerard inquired, “Are you excited, Madame? About tonight, I mean?”
“Yes, Gerard.” Undoubtedly, I was anticipating some very special attention.
“You know the routine,” I quipped.
Accordingly, he knelt on the floor and commenced by applying a freshly made paste of oatmeal and rosewater to my cheeks and forehead, paying particular attention around my nose and eyes. After a thorough rinsing, he progressed to soaping behind my ears and down my neck. “Ahem.” Gerard motioned for me to lift my arms.
Gracefully, I reached up as he smoothed over my breasts, working in smaller and smaller circles before hitting directly upon my nipples. Then it was on to my belly and down below to the divide of my legs.
“Spread your thighs,” Gerard directed curtly, poised to cleanse my aching vagina. “Or maybe it would be better if you stood.”
“Yes…” I murmured breathlessly, rising like a rebellious mermaid. And with one foot up and water cascading down my curves, he furthered my purification.
“Are you ready, Madame?” His shirt was now unbuttoned and wet to the shoulder.
“Lick me Gerard. Lick me. I need to cum…” I sobbed. At my request, Gerard opened my nether lips and launched his assault, instinctively flicking and sucking at my swollen nub.
Buckling onto his face, I smeared my juices from Gerard’s hairline to his chin. “Can you hear me, Jack?” I cried out at the height of the storm.
“Yes, darling. You sound splendid as always," he said, his voice vague as I collapsed back into the water. Then needing a short reprieve before receiving my visitors, I sent Gerard on some last minute errands and I soaked serenely in the warm bath.
* * *
Laughing and dancing into the early morning hours, everyone at the party seemed to have a wonderful time. At one point however, I felt compelled to give Gerard an assignment, as is often the case during these types of gatherings. Pulling him aside, I outlined the details. “Gerard darling, Mrs. Harris has been a bit out of sorts lately. Do you think you could take her into the library and show her some fun? Lay her out on Mr. Woolstead’s desk perhaps. Take off her panties and eat out her pussy. She would really appreciate it as I understand that her husband is being somewhat of a prick these days.” Stroking down the length of his sideburn, I continued, “Oh, and Gerard, make sure that you don’t spend yourself with her. Our rendezvous in the tub earlier has only wet my appetite and I need you fully charged for later.” Winking knowingly at me, he dutifully set off through the crowd.
At 2 a.m., after sharing a final laugh with Dr. and Mrs. Sinclair, I headed upstairs to bed, leaving Jefferson to wrap up the festivities. Just as I was slipping off my heels, I heard a faint knock at the door. “Would you like some help with your gown, Madame?” As expected, it was Gerard.
“Oh yes. This darn zipper can be quite unmanageable,” I said, lingering seductively as he stole across the room. “Besides, I’ve been hungry for you all evening.”
He placed his hands on my waist. “Are you having a good birthday?”
“Yes, thank you. It has been quite wonderful.”
“I’m glad,” he sighed, readily unfastening my gown.
Carefully, I sidestepped the tulle. “Leave the dress for later, Gerard. I need you – I need you now.”
Standing in my undergarments, I waited restlessly as he pulled down the cups of my brassiere and took my right nipple into his mouth. He was sucking on me hard when Jefferson entered the room. “Hello Jack,” I moaned.
“That’s the last of them, my darling. All the guests have gone home,” he said, removing his tie.
“Even… Mr. and… ummmm…. Mrs. Danvers?”
“Yes, even them. Although I did have to ask Alain to help them find the door.” He stopped to survey the scene. “I see that you’ve started without me. Have I missed much?”
“No. Gerard was just helping me with my dress.”
“Wonderful. And may I say that you looked especially exquisite this evening. Not a day over thirty...” he chortled, moving in to take my other teat for himself.
“Thank you, Jack,” I said, letting the two of them play briefly before pulling away. “Will you be a dear Gerard, and give us a moment?”
“Certainly, Madame,” Gerard yielded, walking to the opposite side of the room.
Stripping him of his shirt and trousers, I proceeded to kiss Jefferson fervently on the lips, plying him with a sustaining familiarity. “Don’t you need to get washed, Violet?” Jefferson said, suddenly breaking our embrace.
Sensing that he too required some time alone with Gerard, I replied, “Why yes, I do.” And I slipped away to give my private parts a wipe.
From the corner of my eye however, I watched as Gerard stroked over the front of Jefferson’s boxers. With his hands clasped neatly behind his back and his legs astride, Jefferson commanded, “You may begin now, Gerard.”
Without hesitation, Gerard pulled at the cotton waistband of Jefferson’s underwear until they were bunched around his ankles. “Would you like them taken all the way off, sir?” Gerard asked, Jefferson’s cock an armed missile.
“Yes Gerard,” Jefferson replied, alternately lifting his feet. Then, with Gerard plucking ardently at his pubic hair, Jefferson rocked forward on his toes, his mahogany rod bouncing slightly. “Take it in your mouth Gerard. I’ve been pulsing for hours now.” He glanced up. ”Did you happen to see Mr. Worthington’s tight pants, Violet? They showed off that large package of his quite nicely, don’t you think?”
“Yes, dear – magnificent,” I responded casually.
“Sir, didn’t you say earlier that you wanted a massage?” Gerard interrupted.
“No questions Gerard. Just do as you’re told,” Jefferson barked, spurring Gerard to lunge forward. Within seconds, Jefferson was heaving into his mouth drive after grievous drive, and in a final act of gluttony, he threw back his head and released his soul into the deepest recesses of Gerard’s throat.
When eventually he pulled out – his fingers scrunched tightly in Gerard’s hair – he growled, “Thank you. Now, I believe that Violet has been waiting.”
No doubt, my pussy was in a quandary, so I sprawled out on the bed and immediately unfolded. “I am quite creamy tonight, Gerard. And you’ve done such a fine job with Mr. Woolstead that I hope you can do the same for me.”
“Nothing less than your best effort is acceptable. Is that understood?” Jefferson added.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now lick me Gerard. Lick me the way I told you to lick Mrs. Harris... “ When he stationed his warm palms on my thighs, I purred. “Yes, that’s perfect. Is this what you did for her?”
Gerard hesitated. “Not quite.”
“How so?”
“If you please Madame, she wanted more than just licking.”
“Oh really? Show me.” I dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my pelvis. “I want exactly the same treatment.”
Always obedient, Gerard inserted one finger into my vagina, wiggling it around slightly before adding another and another until all five were wedged deep inside my throbbing cavity. Once filled, he pressed his lips to my clitoris.
Captivated by the show, Jefferson stood by, his cock flag-poled higher than it had been only minutes before. Catching his gaze, I squeezed my breasts together. “Would you like to taste me as well, Jefferson?”
“Yes…”
“Should Gerard fuck me first?” It was going to happen whether Jefferson liked it or not.
“Yes…”
But between the ministrations of Gerard’s hand and mouth, and Jefferson’s intent stare, I wasn’t quite ready for the switch. “Ohhh… I’m… going to… cummmm…” I wailed, bearing down on Gerard until my movements were no more than short, choppy digs.
Having disengaged his lips, Gerard declared proudly, “That’s my girl.”
And I diminutively wriggled back. “Gerard, I think you should let Jefferson suck your cock. You must be ready to explode.”
Gerard shook his head. “That won’t be necessary, Madame.”
“Oh but it is, Gerard. It is necessary.” I motioned for Jefferson to get on his knees. “You wouldn’t want to spoil my birthday now would you?” And in a couple of deft moves, I was guiding Gerard’s almond-colored penis in and out of Jefferson’s pie hole.
“But Madame…” Gerard protested further.
“You deserve it tonight, Gerard. Anyway, this is something I’m in the mood to observe. Now just relax.”
When it was clear that he could no longer resist, Gerard yanked hard at his own testicles and then jammed his cock fully into Jefferson’s mouth. Conversely, Jefferson worked away at Gerard’s column, gripping his ass cheeks to force him in closer.
Through the slurping and the sucking, I endured their fun, but when I saw that Gerard’s eyelids were starting to droop, I halted the transaction. “OK gentlemen. It’s my turn. Gerard, now give me a few pumps and then go back to Mr. Woolstead. He did say that he wanted to taste me.”
At my behest, Gerard swung his dick around like he was a giant crane, shoving it into my cavity with such force that I thought I might split in half. Then alternating between my cunt and Jefferson’s mouth, Gerard fucked us both until he appeared ready to spin himself into the floor. “It’s up to you who gets it, Gerard,” I said when I could sense the end was near.
Much to my surprise however, Gerard paused, his recklessness apparent. “The master is hard again?” It wasn't a question.
“He is,” I concurred. “He’s been hard for quite a while now.” Veritably, Jefferson’s cock was as large as a baseball bat. “Gerard, are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
Gerard lowered his head, his whole body trembling. “Yes, Madame.”
“Well, Jefferson? Shall we?”
“Yes, I believe we shall. Now show me your behind,” he said, enthusiastically whirling Gerard around. He then slicked himself up, and slowly but purposefully inserted his cock into Gerard’s rear. Once the two men were connected, they converged on me, making us the oddest set of triplets you could possibly imagine.
Admittedly, in this arrangement, not one of us could go fast, but we haphazardly made it work. In fact, it worked so well that it was almost as if I could feel Jefferson right through Gerard’s body, his penis that much bigger due to the wickedness of the act.
Trying not to lose control too soon, I took them both, enjoying the pleasure of being loved by my two men. But when Jefferson began crushing Gerard and I into the mattress, I knew that one of us was about to finish. Before Gerard and I could prepare for his detonation however, Jefferson was propelling his hips forward, stuttering his load into Gerard’s chute. “Hold her legs! Hold her legs!” he bellowed to Jefferson, a flood of tears streaming down his face.
In what seemed like agony, he retreated thereafter, cum still dripping from his cock. “Full steam ahead, Gerard,” he sniveled wearily. “Give Violet a first-rate fuck.”
Adjusting his position, Gerard began judiciously pounding into me alone, a testament to all the years we’d known each other and all the good times we’d shared. It was wonderful – heart-warming, harmonious, perfect.
And when my blessed stars began to shine, Gerard wound his tongue around my earlobe and whispered, “Happy birthday, Madame.”
“Thank you, Gerard,” I replied, blissfully out of breath. “You’re the best.”