Lord Croft’S a Brush with the Triads

By Richard Rogers

Book four sees Lord Croft not only having to contend with an attempt by the Chinese Triads and the Nigerian drug Lords to take over the drugs trade in England but also an attempt by an unscrupulous Italian count to break up his marriage to Janet, his longsuffering wife. Lord Crofts ways of a sexual predator continue unabated, meeting up with previous mistresses as well as new ones. Obtaining a commercial pilots license and extending his charter activities to include air and sea add new challenges in this fight for survival in the underworld of drug trafficking and intrigue.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Mar 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514462362

Richard Rogers

Richard Rogers is Senior Ministry Strategist with Horizons Stewardship. He joined Horizons in 2010 after 20 years as a leader in Industry and the local church, including 9 years in management with a Fortune 500 company. He has served as Administrator and Minister of Education in a growing local church, where he oversaw a $4 million campus relocation and two subsequent building projects as well as several successful capital campaigns. Under his leadership the church's operating budget increased by 70%. Richard now partners with pastors across the country to secure resources for funding vision and growth in churches.

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Contents

Dedication

Apologies

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Other books by the same Author:

Lord Croft’s Fall from Grace

The Crofts in the Americas

Blood Diamond Croft

Lord Croft’s return to the fold

Dedication

To my wife for her patience and support during the long hours she spent alone whilst this book was written

Apologies

Once again I confirm that this book is a figment of the author’s imagination and is not based on any character I have ever met; nor are any of the organisations mentioned in this book based on any information I have received during my research and bear no relationship to anyone, or any society, organisation, present or past, any customs or other government officials, or any law enforcement officer whatsoever.

Introduction

The Croft series of books are based on the story of Roy Croft, a successful businessman who, after achieving the pinnacle of his chosen career, he received a knighthood and finally becomes a Lord in due course, after completing an MOD contract ahead of schedule. As CEO of a fortune five hundred Company; he became frustrated with the political antics of his co-directors and sought more excitement in his life; from choice, he falls from grace into a web of deceit, sex and crime with the ‘New IRA’ a fictitious group. The Good Friday Agreement brought an end to hostilities and, in the author’s imagination, many of the more fanatical figures in the IRA rued the fact that following the day the Good Friday Agreement was signed it had lost the will or the ability to take on the British Government in retribution for misdemeanours against the Irish people in the past. The staunch ‘New IRA’ supporters devised an alternative way to destroy the youth of Britain by more devious means; the flooding of the market with cheap drugs, aimed at the younger generation. They hoped that by corrupting the youth of the country they would eventually destroy both the Country, its people and bring down the Government, to achieve the re- unification of Ireland

The first book introduced and follows the downward spiral of a wealthy Englishman who begins by seeking excitement in his life with his new wife, his Castle on the west coast of Ireland and his newly formed charter company. However, after being approached by the IRA to do charter work, he smuggled Guns, ran terrorist trainees to North Africa and was so successful in evading detection by the authorities that he eventually gained the respect of the inner committee; finally joining in the criminal elements of the ‘New IRA’. His more than healthy sexual drive, his handsome looks and an uncanny knack of attracting and seducing women combined with the skills taught to him by of all people, Janet, his wife made him into a Lothario. Janet would be the first to admit that she had been free and easy during her days at University and gained an unusual level of sexual knowledge which she passed on to Roy Croft. Janet instructed her new lover how to please women and from the outset taught him that monogamy would never be expected of him; never suspecting she would one day become his wife. Janet’s teachings lead him into the ways of a sexual predator, leaving no woman safe from his grasp. His newly chosen way of life leads him into a life of crime, corruption and deceit, where he smuggled, drugs, in addition to his other crimes, and even committed murder. After being chased by pirates, European patrol boats and agents of MI5 in an exciting tale of sex, drugs, smuggling, gun running and international intrigue.

Throughout the book Lord Croft’s handsome features, his easy way with women and his skill as a lover attract many of the opposite sex, who in many ways find him an irresistible attraction. He buys a castle on the west coast of Ireland and inherits an MTB from world war two. The boat is modified and is used in many of his criminal and sexual escapades throughout the various books. He gets more and more involved with the criminal aspects, leaving him no way out. He takes leave from the central committee to escape surveillance of the agents of the British Government and in the second Book he moves his operation to the Caribbean.

Book two sees Lord Croft first rescue a key figure in the book from a pirated yacht before he takes his revenge against a rogue group of British agents who in an attempt to persuade him to become a mole to give them the inside information on the New IRA. After they first seduce Lady Janet Croft and then after administering drugs, the agents rape her, obtaining filmed evidence of her apparent compliance. After this episode Lord Croft is approached by the Local Mafia and forced to deal with drugs in the Caribbean. We see him meet up with the unscrupulous crews of Venezuelan Patrol boats who treat him and his crew badly, causing him to vent his anger by sinking several of their patrols and downing one of their aircraft. He meets up with an American patrol boat which finally ends with the same fate. Lord Croft had to hide off the coast of Cuba until eventually the search for him is downgraded. The story takes many twists and turns bringing many of the tropical islands into the story. The early rescue of Madeleine the daughter of the British High commissioner in Barbados gave Lord Croft the introduction to Caribbean society and above all his wife, Lady Jayne, who also befriends Roy’s wife in this complex novel involving drugs and sex in the beautiful islands of the West Indies Lord Croft and his crew survive many things including storm force winds which almost wreck his pride and joy. The end of the book has Lord Croft attempting to rescue the captain of one his boats from Nigerian Pirates before returning to Ireland for the birth of his third legitimate child.

In the book Blood diamond Croft Roy acquires another charter boat and is chartered by Lord Crowthorne who, unbeknown to Lord Croft is involved in the blood diamond trade in Africa. The charter involves a rescue of his passengers from the Cuban Army after a diamond deal went wrong followed by a visit to South Africa after an event filled trip through storms and an attack by pirates. During his trip to Africa treachery from within almost gets Lord Croft killed during a trip to the Congo, Botswana, and Namibia and finally he has a tussle with the Namibian Mine authorities who chase him up through the Atlantic until a final showdown takes place.

In this book on his return to Ireland Roy’s association with the IRA grows even stronger and in order to cement the IRA’s control over the drug trade the challenge of the Chinese Triads have to be met and conquered. First, he has to overcome the possibility of losing his wife to an unscrupulous sexual predator and learns the dangers of leadership in organised crime. Following his experiences in Africa Roy decides to learn to fly and obtains his commercial pilots licence and starts up an Air charter company. His sexual exploits continue as he resumes acquaintance with former lovers whilst training to be a pilot in the USA and adding aircraft to his growing fleet of cruisers, thus expanding his charter group further. In his first meeting with the Chinese Triads who tempt Gael to unknowingly charter Lord Croft boat as they try to take over the drug trade in a territorial war in an exciting book of intrigue and bloodshed. The outcome always in doubt, especially when Lord Croft agrees to meet both the Nigerian and Chinese drug Lords in an attempt to retain overall control of the British drug trade.

Chapter 1

We find Lord Roy Croft on his way back to Ireland with a large quantity of uncut diamonds he had obtained with his partner Lord Crowthorne, the trip would make him a very rich man, but it had not been without a huge cost. During the time he had been away he had come close to death several times, Lord Crowthorne was still recovering from a near fatal wound inflicted by his own son whom Roy had of necessity killed to save the rest of his crew. He had been chased by the Namibian air force and the more ruthless Mine Security and as a result had lost two of his crew Shilpa and Kyla, both of whom had been more than just crew members, both had slept with him on many occasions and he knew he would miss them. Both cruisers had suffered damage and he kept well out to sea in the hopes that he could avoid being challenged by European patrol boats who could not fail to see the damage incurred as a result of the battles with the Mine Security armed cruisers. Only the superior arms aboard both cruisers and the skill of his trained crews had allowed them to come through the affray.

Roy acknowledged that he had been away from his wife and family far too long, this business, although making him rich and supplying him with the challenges and the adrenaline rush he had always craved, but it was becoming more and more dangerous. He reflected on the fact that his young family was growing up fast and he was not around to spend these formative years with them, years that could never be replaced. He had left Janet, his wife, the love of his life alone to cope with the growing family. His wild life style gave her all the money she would ever need, but he was absent from her life for long periods of time. He was a womaniser, a Lothario, he deliberately chose women for his crew and in time each one had become one of his mistresses so that unlike Janet home alone, he was never without female company ready and willing to sleep with him whenever he wanted, but in truth Janet was the only woman he had ever loved. The many others had always been merely a distraction. He had loved Janet from the very beginning and the thought of losing her had never crossed his mind, she had through their marriage had several lapses from a truly monogamous marriage, mostly with lovers she had encountered during a wild sexually uninhibited time she had spent at the University prior to her marriage to her first husband or to Roy. Little did he realise it, as he made his way back, but this time he his fear of losing her would become almost a reality.

Lady Croft had been lonely, the loneliness and the constant fear of her husband’s activities and the knowledge that one of these times he may never return had proven to be just too much for her to bare; this time the period without him had seemed indeterminable. She acknowledged, in her own mind that he had been earning money both for the IRA Central Committee and at the same time providing ample funds for her and the three children to live at a very high standard in their castle on the west coast of Ireland. The loneliness and the lack of attention, and in particular the exclusion of any sex for what had seemed forever had taken its toll and although she loved her children, she craved companionship. The constant management of their domestic staff together with her involvement in bringing up three growing children was becoming a chore, it was not enough. It seemed to her that her life was passing her by, there came a time when she needed more, like Roy she wanted a challenge and life without stimulating companionship was just not what she wanted.

Feeling particularly low when things had not gone as she had expected them to be she had plucked up the courage to ring her friend Kate. Well, in reality she was an acquaintance; Kate’s husband was the head of the IRA group that Roy was involved with and Kate was one of Roy’s many conquests, but despite that they had become acquainted and Kate had always said if she needed anything she would be there to help. On a whim after particularly bad day she had rung Katherine Delaney, the wife of Sam Delaney the head of the IRA Central Committee and told her how she felt. Kate was sympathetic as she also missed Lord Croft; she was one of his mistresses and had borne him two children without, to the best of her belief, the knowledge of her husband Sam. Kate arranged to get together with Janet and discuss what they could do to ease the loneliness for her. After speaking to her husband they decided to provide additional help in the form of a second nanny and a night nurse. Although Janet had Morag as a nanny for her own three children, she also looked after three of the staff’s children as well. Janet suspected, but had never had it confirmed that the three other children had also been fathered by her husband Roy.

The two women met and it was arranged that Kate would include Janet in all her social gatherings in the future, the two older children were at school and Morag and the new additions to the staff would be more than capable of managing the youngest, Darragh, to try and get Janet out of the depressive state she was teetering on the brink of, in an almost conspiratorial stage whisper said,

I’ve arranged for you to come with me for the weekend to Lady Blanchester’s soiree at their country estate; there will be lots of the well-heeled social crowd there and you will be pleased to hear we have been invited to stay for the weekend.

Janet beamed with pleasure a chance to meet new people, she thanked Kate.

Oh, I’d love to come; let’s go upstairs and you can advise me on what I should wear, but sadly I know my wardrobe needs to be addressed. I’ve not been to many social occasions for some time; not since the christening of Darragh my youngest boy.

Kate’s head snapped up, she looked at Janet in sheer disbelief and in a voice that showed the horror of what Janet had disclosed, she asked,

Roy does not control your spending, does he? I’ll have my dressmaker bring you a selection of suitable clothes to choose from when she comes to me tomorrow. Just give me your size and if you come to the house, she’ll make any alterations from the ones you chose whilst she’s there.

Janet realised that she had never taken advantage of the huge cash resources Roy provided for her and the children from his ‘charter business,’ she was just beginning to understand what being a wealthy woman could mean.

What time do you need me to be there? Janet asked.

Kate almost without thinking said,

She normally arrives about 9.00 am but she’ll be there most of the day come at say 9.30am and I’ll arrange for her to bring a selection for you to choose from.

Janet was excited at the prospect of a new wardrobe and decided she would drive Sean and Sheenagh to school herself that morning and go to Kate’s directly from the village. She gave the details of her sizes and Kate rang a London number and instructed the designer, she liked to refer to as her dressmaker, at the Fashion House to bring a wide selection of clothing for her friend Lady Croft.

Janet arrived at the Delaney House, she had visited many times with Roy and the children, to see a second helicopter on the pad and realised that the dressmaker had been flown in to let Kate and herself choose from a selection of new clothes. Janet thought to herself that she would never of thought of indulging in such extravagance, even though she knew she could well afford it. The day went well and Janet’s wardrobe was fully replenished and each garment was altered to be a perfect fit by the team of seamstresses that Kate’s personal designer had brought with her. Janet and Kate sat sipping champagne after the dressmaking team had left in their chartered helicopter. Janet sat listening to Kate’s description of the proposed evening and weekend ahead and by the time Janet was ready to leave she felt quite inebriated.

I’ll ring home for you, Kate said, and you can stay the night. Sam would enjoy your company for dinner and you cannot possibly say you have nothing with you suitable to wear. You can drive home in the morning. I’m sure your staff will be able to cope with the children whilst mom’s away, it will be a test to set your mind at rest for the weekend.

Kate showed Janet up to one of the guest rooms and her clothes were laid out on the bed for her to choose from for the evening; Janet lay in the large bath soaking and enjoying the sheer luxury of not having to be at home to supervise the staff preparing dinner, bathing the children and seeing the children for a Goodnight hug before they went to bed. She was not allowed to get away entirely free for her cell phone rang as she was dressing and it was Sean to say Goodnight and his sister Sheenagh had to have her say and a quick ‘gurgle’ from Darragh who was still not speaking. She went down to dinner sober and feeling guilty for not being at home, the guilt, however faded as the evening progressed and she felt thoroughly cosseted by her hosts.

The weekend was upon her before she realised, and Sam had arranged for them to be flown to Lady Blanchester’s in his personal helicopter. Janet felt like royalty as she stepped out of the Bell 430 chopper before together with Kate, she made her way across the lawn, closely followed by Lady Blanchester’s staff carrying their luggage. Lady Blanchester greeted them.

I’m so glad to meet you at last my dear; I have met your delightful husband on several occasions and he was such wonderful company and both my daughters think he is such a wonderful man. Let me introduce you to my daughters and their spouses. This is my eldest daughter Erika and her husband, Lord Donegal

Janet shook his hand and found Lord Donegal’s grip like a piece of wet fish, an aristocrat, he may, be but she found his appearance totally uninspiring. How he had ever married such an attractive woman as Erika, who would have been the main attraction at any function, she was truly a beauty, would forever be a mystery to her, but she smiled and returned his greeting. Moving along Lady Blanchester introduced Janet to her youngest daughter,

This is Karen and this is her husband, Count Mario Bianca.

Janet stared into one of the handsomest faces she had ever seen, his grip as the shook hands, but at the same time gentle as he bent to kiss her hand. Janet’s heart almost stopped as the electric shocks ran up her arm, to her astonishment, she felt herself involuntarily aroused just by being near to him, and she felt herself flush slightly; Janet felt somewhat embarrassed by her sudden flush and she hoped he had not noticed her somewhat girlish response to his touch. To Janet his touch had sent her heart racing, there had seemed to be an instant chemistry between the two of them.

To Janet, the Count had the looks of a skilful lover, a man similar in many respects to her own husband; a man who would think nothing of taking her and seducing her anywhere any time, she would have to watch out. Janet was somewhat taken aback; she had no idea that Roy knew these aristocratic and beautiful women who appeared to be part of high Society. She was determined to question Kate as to how they had met Roy, as soon as she had the chance. The introductions and the polite chat of the gathered assembly interested Janet and she soon became one of the crowd of socialites with invitations to different people’s homes, horse race meetings, shows and a host of gatherings she had no idea were taking place. Her whole life was taking on a new perspective and she was going to enjoy every moment of it. The only thing worrying her was, that for some reason, she could not get the Count’s face out of her mind and although she would never admit it to anyone else in the room she could imagine herself in bed with the handsome devil. The she pulled herself together, but she could not shake off the unmistakable feeling of sexual arousal being near the Count had brought on.

The weekend went well and Janet fitted in like a glove, she was lifted from her loneliness and beginning of depression, she felt and acted like an heiress. Lady Blanchester treated her as a friend and pointed out which of the invitations she should accept and which ones she should politely refuse.

It’s just like when we were at school Lady Blanchester explained, If you are seen at the wrong gathering or with the wrong crowd, it could mean that other invitations were either not issued to you or other ones were withdrawn. But don’t worry Kate and I will steer you along the right path and you will have a simply wonderful time. Imagine we are a wealthy society club and you are our newest recruit.

Janet sat enthralled by the whole scene, she had never been part of the high society social crowd and a whole new world was opening up to her; no longer would she be a lonely housewife sitting waiting for Roy to return. She asked herself; ‘Why have I been so stupid. I could have been enjoying myself like this for years.’ Later she asked Kate.

How and where did Roy meet Lady Blanchester and her daughters? He never mentioned them to me.

Kate, who had anticipated Janet’s reaction, when she realised her husband knew their hosts and her daughters, and had prepared her answers in advance.

Do you remember when Roy was chartered to take five of us to the Mediterranean on his first cruiser? Well Lady Blanchester and her daughter, Karen were two of the five. I think Erika was sorry she could not have been with us and Lady Blanchester and Erika chartered Roy to take them up the Irish coast and back over a weekend; to him they would have been just charters, I don’t suppose Roy even considered he was with society people, to him they were just people that chartered his boat.

Janet was partially satisfied, but having seen how attractive the daughters were she doubted if her oversexed husband would have just thought they were people that were passengers on his boat; she would take it up with him when he returned.

Count Bianca, Mario had noticed Janet’s slight flush as well as the tender way her fingers curled when he kissed her hand; she was older than his wife, he would guess at about thirty two or three. He was struck by the way she carried herself with such confidence, a woman he thought capable of wild uninhibited sex. He recognised the look of passion in her eyes, the sultry look she had given him had sent the blood rushing through his veins, he had seen the same look on the faces of many women he had seduced; No, that was not the word for it, taken, would seem to be more appropriate. The look seemed common amongst women whose husbands’ were away for some time, wives of soldiers, sailors, migrant workers; he had taken them all at one time or another. He was determined to find out more about this new woman, Lady Croft, who from comments by Lady Blanchester would be staying over the weekend. He felt himself respond at the thought of taking her to bed.

Later, when Janet had a chance to speak to Kate and Lady Blanchester she broached the subject of Count Bianca.

Your youngest daughter is very beautiful, she has a very interesting husband, they make a perfect couple; he’s Italian is he not?

No, actually he’s from Switzerland. Lady Blanchester replied, My daughter met him whilst she was at finishing school and she fell hopelessly in love with him. He’s a complex character, he has wine estates in Italy, has an estate in Switzerland and of all things he has a film studio which specialises in high class advertising films and video clips for television. I have to admit he is rather handsome and he is much more interesting to talk to at a dinner party than Lord Donegal, my other son-in-law.

The conversation moved on and Janet found herself glancing around the room in the hope of catching another glimpse of the Count, but he seemed to have disappeared, although Erika his wife remained and she joined them and was soon engaged in the conversation.

The evening wore on and after tea was served an orchestra began playing and everyone took a seat and listened. Janet was particularly enthralled with the harpist who held everyone’s rapt attention as she played her solo faultlessly. After the concert, everyone went to get ready for the evening and Janet and Kate found they were sharing a large bedroom with a huge bathroom. Janet talked about how much she had enjoyed the afternoon and was so looking forward to the evening; they casually undressed and Kate walked naked into the shower. Janet could hardly help but notice that Kate’s figure was in excellent shape, her breasts were still firm and upright without any sign of sag and her hips tapered down her shapely thighs to trim calves and ankles. She could not help but stand in front of the large mirror and compare herself, Janet had had three children compared to Kate’s two, but her breasts she was pleased to see compared well with Kate’s. Janet ran her hands down her flat tummy noticing not for the first time the stretch marks evidence of her earlier pregnancies, her hands continued over her well-proportioned hips; she too could boast excellent legs and ankles. Kate walked out of the bathroom and threw the towel across the bed Janet then noticed that she, like herself, removed all her excess body hair, and she too bore the scars of motherhood. Janet quickly showered and when both were dressed they went down for the evening’s entertainment. The evening was a total success and by the time the two friends went up to bed, both were a little the worse for drink; they chatted for a short time before getting into bed and falling into a deep sleep.

The following morning most of the other guests had departed and Janet and Kate were the only non-family members left. During the morning, Lady Blanchester’s son’s and their families arrived. The men were going grouse shooting, leaving the women to chat and have a few drinks. During the afternoon, Kate had an urgent call from home her oldest boy had taken a tumble and had been rushed to hospital, Janet immediately offered to accompany her and leave the assembled gathering.

No! Janet, Kate urged as Janet offered to leave with her, You stay and enjoy the weekend, I’m sure you will really be well entertained by the Blanchester’s, they are always good company. I’ll come back tomorrow as soon as I know everything is alright. Sam assures me there is no danger, but I just need to be fully satisfied myself.

Lady Blanchester fawned over Janet and insisted that she follow her up to the nursery to see the latest member of her family. There were two babies in the nursery and Janet, who loved children asked

Are they both your grandchildren, they look like twins?

Lady Blanchester smiled and replied,

Oh no, Timothy is mine, I have to admit he came as a bit of a surprise to myself and his Grace, coming so late in our lives; but we love him now that he is here, and James is Erika’s little boy.

Janet could not help but see how alike the children looked almost as if they had the same father, but thinking how uninspiring she had found Lord Donegal and thinking of Lady Blanchester’s husband and how unlikely it would be for him to have an incestuous relationship with his daughter, that sort of thing did not happen these days, and she dismissed the similarity of the children; putting their almost identical appearance down to genes.

Janet asked Lady Blanchester if it would be possible for her to take advantage of the wonderful grounds surrounding the estate later that afternoon. Lady Blanchester was delighted, knowing she would be busy ensuring the meal was a success; it was not often the whole family came together for a meal. Janet although welcomed felt a little out of place with Kate not there as a support and welcomed the opportunity to be alone to contemplate her introduction to such a gathering; she wandered away from the family, admiring the well laid out gardens, she spotted the large greenhouses and decided to take a look.

Janet walked into the huge glass structures to discover they were huge hothouses with a wide variety of tropical plants and flowers. She heard a step behind her and turned to find Count Bianca behind her.

Good afternoon Lady Croft, Janet isn’t it, fancy meeting you here, of all places.

He said, a grin spreading across his handsome face. Janet looked about her as she felt the flush come to her face and neck, the inexplicable feeling of arousal suddenly swept through her, similar to what she had felt when she met him began again and she shifted her stance.

Oh good afternoon Count Bianca she stammered.

The handsome visage before her eyes took her hand and kissed it once again, this time Janet felt his little finger sweep suggestively across the palm of her hand.

I think Count Bianca is a little formal don’t you Janet? He whispered, just call me Mario.

He stepped forward and putting his arm around her waist, he pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. Janet felt herself surrender and her mouth opened as Mario’s tongue pushed between Janet’s parting lips. She felt his tongue sweep across her own as erotic thoughts flashed through her mind. Questions she couldn’t answer continued to play over and over in her head, as his hands roamed over her buttocks. Janet felt them move up over her stomach, her hips and then Mario moved his hand up to slide under her blouse, and it soon covered her breast, her nipple sprang to life as though it had been stung. Janet knew she should stop this now, but it had been so long and she needed a man more than she dared to think about. Janet sighed as his hand cupped her breast, the nipple was being teased between his finger and his thumb. Janet pulled her head back and whispered.

Oh God, no, we can’t, not here. Please stop before it’s too late and someone comes in and finds us.

Even as she spoke Janet knew she was lost she could feel the signs of his growing arousal and her own desired became strong enough to cloud her judgement. Instead of pushing him away and slapping his face, her desperate need overruled her head. In her own mind, she thought, ‘What’s good for the Goose’ did Roy really expect her to sit about waiting patiently for him to come home when he was having sex with whoever and wherever he wanted. She had needs too; she could feel the obvious signs of the Count’s arousal, the delicate aroma of his aftershave mixed with sensations running through her as his hands moulded her breast caused her to hesitate that little bit too long.

Seemingly unable to stop him, or put up any kind of resistance, she let him undo her blouse. Mario looked at her firm breasts; he was desperate to take each rosebud into his mouth; she was even more beautiful naked than he had imagined she would be. Age had been kind to her, and she was much more to his liking to take to bed, than his aristocratic trophy wife, Karen, who only wanted him to make love to her, to have a child. He did not want to spoil his wife’s perfect beauty with her becoming pregnant, he wanted his friends to admire and envy his adorable trophy. He knew that even if he got this woman pregnant, it would make no difference to his life, his thumb and finger began to rub the other nipple. Janet let her head go back, she hated herself for letting him take advantage of her like this, but unable to prevent the inevitable, she let out a soft moan of pleasure as she could feel her body reacting, she needed him and she needed him now.

Mario was in his element, he had not expected it to be this easy, but there was no turning back now, guest of the family or not, she was his for the taking. Sweeping the staging clear of the terracotta plant pots, Janet heard them crash to the floor as she felt herself lifted up. When he pushed her back, she offered no resistance as he moved between her legs to remove her underwear; She felt him pause momentarily before he took her. Janet could do nothing, but nod; her body had a will of its own, she gave a gasp as she felt him enter her. She paid no heed to the staging rough against her back. She had not let anyone take her like this, not since Mark had taken her in the gardens of the High Commission in the Bahamas*, but Mark had been nothing in comparison to the man giving her such satisfaction, it was as if all the weeks without Roy were being expunged. The next half an hour was like a dream as she gave herself up to the sexual pleasure she had been denied by Roy’s long absence. The world around Janet was a whirl of erotic sensuality and both were taken to new heights of pleasure and all too soon the madness was over. Mario lay recovering his breath he felt as though he had found the woman he had been searching for all his life. Oh lord, he would have to have her again; he thought to himself; this was not going to be his usual once off; he was determined that if possible he would go to her room after everyone had gone to bed.

Recovering her composure Janet pushed up wanting to clean up, she felt dirty, although she could not deny the pleasure she had felt, this was not the time or the place; one of the gardeners could come in and catch them in this state of undress, she would be sent home in disgrace. The new life she had been introduced to would fade and be destroyed before it had begun. Mario looked down, realising she was pushing him away.

I need to tidy myself up I can’t go back to the house, looking like this, she murmured

You’d better use the staff shower. There’s no one here today, I’ll show you where it is. Mario replied.

He walked ahead of her to an unmarked door and when she followed him, it was into a modern tiled wet room with several toilet cubicles down one wall, on the wall hung several towels, but he went to a locked cupboard and selected a clean one which he threw to her and then tossed her a new tablet of soap.

Help yourself.

He said stepping under one of the shower heads to wash away all signs of his sexual encounter, before towelling himself dry, he dressed and as he walked through the door leading out into the garden he turned and smiled wickedly saying,

I’ll see you later.

Janet knew she had brought this onto herself, she knew she should have stopped things before they had even started, now Mario had every intention of taking things further and she hoped she would have the resolve to stop him. Dressing she checked her skirt, and seeing it like her top was creased, she smoothed it down before checking herself in the mirror. She decided that she would pass muster from a distance and providing she could cross the lawn and get into the house to change without drawing notice to herself or bumping into one of the family members she would be safe from anyone discovering her indiscretion. Mario’s threat to see her later was something she would have to deal with at the time.

Later, when she had changed, Janet went down to the library where the family were together having pre-dinner drinks, they were all there and Karen noticed the look her husband gave Janet as she entered the room. ‘Oh God, no,’ she thought to herself. She had seen it all before, if he had not had sex with her already, she knew it would not be long before he achieved his desire. Mario was a sexual predator; he seemed to be able to get almost any woman into bed at the drop of a hat. She already suspected that he had forced himself on her sister, Erika on several occasions; as she avoided being alone with Mario at all costs; but Kate’s friend, Roy Crofts wife, a new friend of her mother, well that was going a bit too far, she would speak to Janet during the evening and warn her of Mario’s reputation. After dinner, Karen spoke quietly to Janet warning her that Mario was totally unscrupulous as far as women were concerned and she should watch out if she were ever to find herself alone with him. Janet reacted as though the news shocked her, especially as she was being told by Mario’s wife, but the guilt showed and Karen knew her warning was too late, the bastard had had her already.

Sometime later, Karen said,

Goodnight everyone, I’m tired and I need an early night.

She went up to bed where she lay weeping softly, her husband rarely had sex with her and would never under any circumstances, consider letting her have the child she so desperately wanted.

It’s too soon, he had told her "I don’t want you to lose that wonderful figure