Fantasy In Satin

I woke up slowly, surrounded by a pleasant perfume, my head lying on something satiny soft. Sleepily, I opened my eyes. My beautiful wife was gazing down at me, smiling tenderly. The lace from her peignoir sleeve trailed across my face as she pushed some of my hair that had fallen over my brow back from my face.

By Bea

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"Oh, for goodness sake! Give me one. I don't understand what all this fuss is about!" With that, I took one from the tray and put it in my mouth. Rose continued to stand there, the tray extended. "Well?" I said huffily. "Maybe another?" She suggested. "Ellen only makes me eat one at this time. Lunch'll be pretty soon and I don't want to ruin my appetite." I said defensively. "You know that the mistress put me in charge when she's not here. I think you should have another one." Shame faced at this maid's bossiness, I took one and ate it. "That'll be all Rose." I said huffily. "Off with you." She paused for just long enough to frighten me into thinking that she was going to force me to eat another chocolate but then curtsied deferentially.

"Yes miss Henry." She said, and left the room.

"Well! I never!" Emily said. "Oh, she's just doing what Ellen tells her. I wouldn't want to get her in any trouble." I made excuses for Rose. "Trouble? Why should she get in trouble? The care she takes of you! I think she's wonderful. Never seen a servant like her." She added. I let a big breath slowly out - I'd almost made a complete fool of myself. Where I was seeing a servant who had far too much to say for herself, my two cousins only saw a maid who was totally wrapped up in her employers welfare.

Shortly afterwards, Rose called us to lunch, telling us that the mistress would join us shortly. We sat in the dining room alcove, me with my back to the window, a cousin on each side.

The table, as usual, was set beautifully. The floral napkins, the silverware, the gleaming crystal, the bright floral centerpiece. Ellen swept in to the room a few minutes after we had started. She still wore the nightdress and peignoir she'd worn earlier. Again, I was struck by how beautiful she was, her long auburn hair tied loosely at the back of her neck with a lace tie, her dark eyes, her air of absolute confidence. She leaned over the table and kissed my cheek, then sat opposite me. "How sweet you all look, chattering away like little magpies. Having a good time girls?"

Obviously she was talking to my two companions, but she was looking directly at me. The other two gushed something, but Ellen continued to look at me as if expecting my response as well. She cocked her head to one side slightly as if to say "well?" "Oh yes Ellen. It's been fun." I managed. She smiled sweetly.

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