The doorbell rang and she ran down the stairs to get it. "Hello!" she exclaimed and flung open the front door.

"Mrs. Darcy?" asked an obvious officer of the law.

"Yes." He flashed her his badge. "Please come in."

"Thank you." He stepped inside the house and she closed the door behind him. She had on a silk nightgown that did nothing to hide her curves, but he decided to ignore that as she brushed past him, twice. "I understand you reported some disturbances?"

"Oh, yes. Plenty of disturbances."

"What kind of disturbances?"

"What do you mean?"

"Glass breaking, house creaking..."

"Crashes, thumping, moaning and groaning."

"Like a ghost might?"

"No... not exactly."

"Inside or out?"

"A combination of both, I suppose."

"When was the last time you heard them?"

"A few days ago. Since then, it's been silent as a grave."

"How often were they repeated?"

"Several times at 30 to 40 minute intervals then a few at 5 or 10 minutes. I was able to get some rest in between... a few hours, at best."

He raised an eyebrow as he mentally stored the information. "Kids in the neighborhood, perhaps?"

"No. There are none."

"Do you have a basement?"

"Yes. Right below me... us."

He swiftly pulled out his big black nightstick and repeatedly pounded it into his left palm. "Is your husband home?"

"He's on a business trip. Why?"

"Are you always this... excitable when he's not here?"

"Sometimes, but I've never had to call the police before."

"I see." He walked further into the grand foyer to the bottom of the grand staircase. "Servants or staff about?"

"No. It's their day off," she responded in confusion. "Can't you do anything? I really hate being all alone in this big house."

"There's plenty that can be done." He eyed her intently; she could not tell if it was suspicion or lust. "When does your husband come back from his business trip?"

Suddenly she felt extremely naked and crossed her arms before her. "I, I expect him... He should be back soon."

"I see." He quickly surveyed the main floor; all the rooms were dark. "I'll have to take you down, Mrs. Darcy."

"What?! Why?!" she cried.

"For false reporting to the police." He turned her around and pinned her arms behind her with one hand; with the other, he stroked the nightstick between her breasts. "Or... we could find a way to forget about this episode... entirely."

She gulped in fear. "My, my, my husband will be home... soon."

"I highly doubt it," he chortled callously then pushed her over to the steps where she fell against them. "Assume the position."

"Please...?" she begged. While she tried to think of how to get out of her current predicament, her legs trembled and she only managed to raise herself by her arms. "Please don't hurt me?"

"Stop and spread 'em." He lifted up her gown and passed his nightstick across her ass. "I won't hurt you... or your husband... as long as you do what I want and keep quiet about it."

She sniffled, thought about her stupidity for a moment as her life flashed before her eyes, then bit her bottom lip and nodded.

"Excellent." He tossed his nightstick aside, unzipped his pants and stood behind her. "I know exactly what to file in my report. Would you like to hear it?"

She whimpered as he slid his hands further under her gown.

"There are some extensive grounds here... they need to be traversed for clues."

She couldn't help but be aroused as he fingered her labia with one hand and pinched her nipple with the other, but she pretended she was not.

"I used my nightstick to probe around."

She felt his stiffness rub against her backside and resisted the urge to respond.

"And even though it was dark, I was able to find my way around with few problems. I had my trusty flashlight with me."

She was wet and ready. He entered her roughly and she yelped.

"Then we heard noises... from... out back..." he grunted. "Noises, I said!"

She moaned and groaned.

"But... I was able to find out the problem..." he panted as he pumped. "... a back gate... had been... entered... with little resistance."

At this time, more attention was paid to her tail than to his tale, and he applied himself with diligence and stamina. More than a few minutes passed, then his thrusts became more urgent and her cries became louder and it was time that he got back to his story.

"Someone was cumming..." his voice shook. "... and I was able... able to hold them off... for a little bit... and..."

He could feel her tightening around him, squeezing his manhood with her tight cleft and mutely begging for more.

"And we... struggled for... my nightstick." His breathing was irregular and shallow. He gripped her hips firmly and ground into her with force. "We wrestled... Oh shit... we..."

She spasmed with a loud cry.

They stayed that way for a little while until the weight of him became increasingly uncomfortable. "Could you get off me?" she muttered her question into the carpeted steps.

"Oh... sorry." He withdrew and rolled away.

She straightened herself out. "Thanks."

"Anytime," he smiled at her. "I'll be checking for whenever your husband's away."

"I'll bet," she frowned; resigned to her fate. "Not so rough next time. I think I got a bruise. How am I going to explain that?"

"You want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"No," she pouted.

"God, you're beautiful when you sulk!"

She rolled her eyes and gave a half-hearted snort.

"If I had someone like you at home every night, I'd never leave."

"No you wouldn't."

"Did you, at least, enjoy it?"

"I'm ashamed to say I did." She kissed him on the lips. "How was your trip?"

"I was missing you like hell."

"I'm glad you're home, honey."

"Me too." He stood up and held out his hand to her. "I've been thinking about this since I left."

She stood up. "What'll you be next time?"

"That'll be a surprise," he winked.

Mr. and Mrs. Darcy walked up the grand staircase to their bedroom to explore the endless possibilities.