<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HGfGq8X.jpg)</div><br/>Florence Anne Genova lay back quietly, her legs spread, knees pointed up past her husband Kenneth's hips, as she looked away, out the window.  She was a dutiful wife, but she only gave the barest pretenses of enjoying his lackluster rutting.  She still managed to avoid yawning in his face as he lay atop her, missionary position, and thrust into her near wordlessly.  In her secret life, the one where she was known as Fleur d'Soie, she would have laughed at his pitiful attempts at passion, or lack there of.  But that was the hidden side of her, the secret side that her husband never saw.  No, Lord Kenneth only got Lady Florence, the dutiful young wife who was pretty enough, though some said a bit too thin.  She wasn't the curved hourglass beauties of the day, but a lean, almost athletic woman, not fashionable for the times.  She of course could offset that with the right clothing, and did when she was letting loose as Fleur, but Florence would never dress that way!  Florence was quiet and meek and obeyed her husband, and had long since stopped trying to ignite his passion.  The few times she'd let the Fleur side of her persona slip into Florence, Lord Kenneth had been put off by her acting improper.  All he wanted was for her to lay there, take his seed, and hopefully bear him a child.<br/><br/>She did let the edges of a smile curl around her lips at that thought.  Bear this weak idiot a child?  Hardly ever.  Her very limited command of magic applied every few days, and supplemented for the most dangerous days of her cycle with night tea, made sure that she wouldn't ever catch with his child.  If he noted the smile, he said nothing, but Florence wondered if the pathetic lover actually thought she was smiling because he thought he was doing a good job.  No, odds are that the dullard didn't even notice.  She sighed as, despite his clumsy ineptitude she actually began to enjoy it a little, feeling her passage finally starting to grow moist and her nipples harden after enough of his clumsy awkward thrusts.  If only the man tried a little bit, he'd find that she was very receptive sexually and it actually took very little to pleasure her.  In fact if he could keep this up for a few more minutes she might...<br/><br/>No, of course not.  Just as she began to feel as if she might start enjoying, he grunted and came.  She could feel him hold his cock deep inside her as it twitched and deposited it's mediocre load inside her.  Well, that wasn't terrible at least.  The best part of it possibly, feeling his warm spunk flooding her passage.  Again knowing how ineffective it would be, and how it was likely the only reason he bothered to even bed her anymore.  The fact that she was cuckolding him made the feeling of his worthless spunk warming her from the inside feel just a bit naughtier.<br/><br/>Her lips curled again in a bit of a smile.  A smile because to openly laugh at him would be rude and out of character for Florence.  But a laugh that almost erupted from her breast as he rolled off her and declared that he was done.  Oh it was so nice of him to let her know, incase she was the total idiot that he apparently took her for.  Thank the stars above he chose to sleep in a separate bed room in their posh home.  She would wait for him to go smoke his pipe, say good night, and head to his own bed before she took the needs of her barely aroused clitoris into her own hands.<br/><br/>But he legitimately surprised her as he stood up from the bed and instead of going to fetch his pipe, turned and looked back at her as she lay there, her pale skin gleaming in the light against the bed sheets.  Looking right at her, he asked,<em>"Have you heard? The youngest prince of Bahrat Su visited the capital. Disgusting, those darkies should not be allowed in the royal palace, they are all nothing but hedonistic savages"</em><br/><br/>She rolled over onto her side, propping her head self up on an elbow and letting her head rest on her hand. Her dark brown hair, down now for 'bed time' flowed around her arm to pool against the bed in a chocolate puddle  as she looked at him.  Her C cup breasts, still high and tight on her young twenty two year old body only shifted slightly downwards as she looked at him.  If he noticed the night erect state of her nipples, his eyes didn't even glance that way.  Just like his eyes never dipped down to her perfectly smooth vulva any longer than it took to insert his slightly smaller than average cock into it.  He'd asked her once why she had no hair there, and looked as if he was about to die from embarrassment asking such a thing.  She'd faked a blush, as if embarrassed by the question and answered meekly and shyly for 'hygene' reasons, and it had never been brought up again.<br/><br/>She thought he'd absolutely die of shame and shock if he knew the truth.  That she used magic to keep her pudendum smooth, silky soft, and free of all hair, for a trio of reasons.  Yes, it was more hygenic, that much was true she'd been taught.  But it was also because while she wore a charm that protected her against STDs with all the other men she fucked, the charm did little for louse.  Not that she often slept with lousey men, but it could happen without her realizing, especially when she was in the grips of passion and not being particularly selective with her partner, or sometimes, partners.  The third reason however was much more complicated.  The only person she'd ever loved, her first lover, was a whore named Fleur.  Fleur had always shaved herself, and had delighted in shaving Florence as well.  Fleur often told Florence how beautiful her nether lips looked when free from the dark curly hair.  So in deference to her lover, killed more than five years ago now, Florence kept her sex hairless.  Of course, Florence also took Fleur's name when she had begun living her secret double life as a way to honor her deceased love, but that was beside the point.<br/><br/>Florence looked at her husband and tried to fake a look of surprise,<strong>"No my husband, I had not heard that!  Tell me my love, why are they there?  Why are they allowed in the palace if they are nothing but savages?"</strong><sup>*1</sup><br/><br/>She did her best job acting as she lied that she hadn't heard the news.  Thankfully her husband was a bit dense, and even if he suspected her of lying about it, she could say that she only lied because she wished to hear him tell his side of the story, because she loved hearing him talk so much.  That would be a partial lie of course.  She could tolerate the man but 'loving' him?  Pfft, far from it.  However there would be some truth to the second lie if she needed to tell it, because she did want to hear his viewpoint on the matter.  Of course she knew that the prince of Bahrat Su was in town.  Anyone who wasn't hiding under a rock knew about the visit.  In fact her connections with the Candlelight society had given her some insight onto the visit in fact.<sup>*2</sup>But she was used to gathering information at all times, and if there was one thing her husband was good at, it was giving her a viewpoint on the attitudes of the docksmen.  Since he worked running a larger shipping company, he had contact with the sailors and dock workers quite often.  It was sometimes sorting out the feelings of the common man that he worked with from his xenophobic attitudes.  Especially as his business grew, and he learned to keep his comments and thoughts on foreigners quiet and private, he tended to unload them when he was in private, such as now.<br/><br/>She looked at him eager for his answer even as she felt his cooling spunk beginning to slide from her smooth sex and trickle down the back of her thigh.  Her thoughts of a quick masturbation session fleeing in the wind as it appeared that he wanted to actually talk to her tonight.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc dice rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll number 1 = Bluff roll to lie to her husband and pretend she didn't know about the prince<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74854<br/>Roll Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 11 to the total<br/>Comment: Fleurs Bluff roll<br/>Result: 3, <br/><strong>Total: 14</strong><br/><br/>Roll number 2 = Knowledge local.  To get any information about the visit, the prince, or why her husband would consider them 'hedonistic savages'   <em>(if you want to include any details in the next post that she would know)</em><br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74855<br/>Roll Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 10 to the total<br/>Comment: Fleurs knoweldge local roll<br/>Result: 13, <br/><strong>Total: 23</strong><br/>(actually that should be a <strong>24</strong>, I added 10 but should have added 11)<br/><br/><br/><br/>AT GM REQUEST<br/><br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=74859<br/>Full Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 11 to the total<br/>Comment: Fleurs knoweldge nobility roll<br/>Result: 18, <br/>Total: 29<br/></div></div>