It is 1870 and I visit my wife as she takes the air in the West Country and find her with Captain Rigsby, a notorious Gigolo and Cunningula

Cuckolded by a Gigolo and Cunningula by abroadsword


It was a beautiful afternoon when I returned to Manderley, I rode the long way following the cliff path from Polperro looking out over the channel at the ships plying to and forth on billowing sails instead of taking the direct way, my hireling steed more suited to ambling than the rush of business and I savoured the sea air as I returned dutifully to my ailing bride as she rested beside the sea.

My wife Clarissa was a beauty, slim willowy yet womanly where it counted, a ready smile when she chose but was not robust, indeed she so continually succumbed to the bad air of the confines of the metropolis that I had taken a lease on the house atop the cliff at Manderley that she might stay the summer and profit from the sea air and regain her health.

I came a day earlier than planned, I know not why. I travelled from Paddington through Bristol and Exeter and Plymouth and on to the Cornish town of to Liskeard by the railway lines of Mr Brunel and there I hired a horse for the last few miles along the East Looe valley and along the cliff tops to Manderley.

to get the sad reunion over I supposed, for mother was concerned that a year and more had passed from out marriage and still no heir, whilst I for my part could barely remember making a union with her at all.

Clarissa was beautiful, when she smiled her smile lit the room, but the smile was not for me, no, she married for position, and in a great haste when her father’s fortune was lost in a flurry of poor investments and despite any feelings between us it was because as her father was my late father’s friend that I was persuaded to make her an offer, which she accepted with alacrity and thus with great ceremony were we wed at St Giles.

“I had hoped for so much more,” she confided as she lay beside me the morning after we were wed.

“Fear not,” I reassured her, completely misunderstanding her meaning, “I shall not trouble you frequently, just an heir and spare will suffice and in the mean time I shall engage suitable servants to sate my needs.”

She looked at me as if I crawled from a stone, “No, indeed you shall not, I find the entire question of the utmost distaste,” she insisted, “I have done my duty, now let there be an end to it,” and though in due course I did persuade her to conjoin to procure an heir it was a joyless affair and my needs were sated by joyful young maidens of the labouring classes dressed in finery carefully selected for my delectation by the keepers of the finest bawdy houses in Ladbrook Grove.

But enough preamble, back to my arrival at Manderley, for that afternoon there were no servants to attend me when at length I arrived at the house, I suspected they idled in dark corners unaware of my approach. I heard giggling, a titter of laughter and so seeking to surprise the idlers I kicked off my boots and crept up the back stairs in my stockinged feet.

The giggling grew louder, it came from my bed chamber. Servants in my bed chamber, consorting in my bed, it angered my so I threw the door wide and there froze in shock, “Rigsby?” I queried, as I saw my beautiful bride lying nakedly upon the bed, her legs spread wide while Captain Rigsby the most notorious of impecunious rogues attended her, his face pressed firmly between her thighs, and his tongue thrust robustly within Clarissa’s woman’s parts.

He turned, his face all moistended and glistening with Clarissa’s juices. Clarissa spoke first, “John, we expected you on the morrow?” she explained.

Rigsby lay there gasping like a stranded fish, or rather half lay, his legs over the bed end half kneeling, his shirt off, just under shirt and under breeches and barefoot, and thus was he displayed before me, and indeed as he turned I saw in addition his manhood was rampant and ready to mount her.

His jaw dropped, “John, I,” he said uncertainly for he was acutely aware he was in flagrante and devoid of breeches and absolutely caught in flagrante..

Clarissa for her part was attired in corsets and little else, and from her flushed cheeks was seemingly entirely restored to rude health.

“John, I could not resist, Captain Rigsby has over powered me,” Clarissa lied as she regained her sense.

I stared at her, her inner thighs were all displayed, the lips of her womb pouting and glistening, her downy mound neatly trimmed and her corset tight so her mounds were thrust up and her teats reared like rampant thumbs.

“Over powered indeed, do I look like the village idiot,” I countered, “I am not blind you strumpet, you whore!”

“He forced me John,” she insisted.

Rigsby stared, “I meant no harm,” he pleaded, “It is my one failing, I cannot resist a beautiful woman!”

“I should have guessed you of all people would pursue her,” I sighed, “Lord preserve us from your whore chasing.”

“Your wife is no whore sir,” Rigsby said nobly seeking to induce a duel, of which he had won several and had the scar upon his temple as testimony to one he lost, “I feel honour compels me to lay down the gauntlet and to fight for her honour.”

I sighed, “Do be so melodramatic Rigsby, we are men of the world, will you dine with me?”

“What?” he asked.

“You have clearly done me a great service, fornicating with my wife, indeed I am so glad to have grounds to cast her aside, and do you know Rigsby I own I know no better fellow to cast her off to,” I expounded with an affability which concealed complete hatred and contempt.

“Surely a duel,” he suggested, “I have wronged you, it is the way, the honourable way.”

I shook my head, “You speak of honour when I find you abed with my wife?” I smiled, “Lord no Rigsby, you have her and welcome.”

“And you, I had expected so much more,” I said to Clarissa, though I scarce meant a word of it,”I thought you a respectable lady, when you are in truth no more than a common whore!”

I felt a great weight lifted from me, I had not chosen her, I would be glad to be rid of her, and Rigsby with no means of support would be the perfect mate for her, why she could entertain gentlemen for sport and trade as well in a little brothel somewhere and pay his gambling debts with her body.

“Carry on,” I said and unbelievably he looked as if he meant to continue as he gently bent his head to her bared teat and eased her legs apart, “You seem to have a talent for fornication, why, perhaps you could set up as the village whore in Looe or Polperro.”

“Rigsby loves me, and I conjoin with him in love,” she explained, “With you conjoining is naught but my duty, and an onerous duty, dull and lifeless and artless like every other single thing about you!”

I could not reply but merely ,slammed the door behind me as I had stepped through, “Mary,” I bellowed, “Fetch the Mistress’s trunk!”

Mary the housemaid came at a rush, “Oh sir, we had not expected you till dawn and gone!” she said.

“I came by the Dutchman,” I said referring to the Flying Dutchman train if the Great Western Railway, though such was meaningless to her, “Fetch the mistress’s trunks we have a bonfire to prepare.”

“Sir?” she asked.

“Oh yes even now she fornicates with Captain Rigsby,” I explained as I dragged on my boots and jacket, “I paid for her extravagances, I shall reap the benefits by way of a lovely bonfire.” but I was tricked for even as I spoke Rigsby was already away down the drain pipe and awayon his stallion Black Gold.

I heard the commotion and rushed to the window to see his shadowy figure on horseback rushing and clattering wildly over the cobbles as he shot away as if the very devil was behind him.

I stared after him, Rigsby running away like the base coward he was, well if that was how he wished it, I decided, then so be it

Clarissa was throwing her things into her travelling trunk, “You do not expect Rigsby to return for you do you?