I had just snatched a sandwich and a half a pint of beer and was on my way back to the practice. I was the vet on call this weekend. The senior partner in the practice would normally do this weekend, but couldn't for some reason. Why this weekend? Well it was the weekend Hunt that was run by the hunts folk from the manor, and the senior partner tended to keep them to himself as clients. As I walked through our yard and started to undo the rear door I detected movement behind me. As I turned one of the manor's women hobbled past me and into the back entrance of the practice.

I instantly recognized her as the one they called Lady Di. In recent times the lord had stood down and his son had taken over the manor and I wasn't sure quite what relationship Lady Di was to the new master. She hobbled through to one of the consulting rooms telling me that she had twisted her ankle. It was now that I noticed that she was sporting a fairly bushy tail and a set of ears befitting only the best fox. Clearly she was one of the foxes for the day and looking at her she was a real fox every day.

She sat herself on the examination table and started to remove her boot. It was now that she along with me saw that she not only had a twisted ankle but she was bleeding from her right knee. I pointed out that I was a vet and not a nurse or doctor and legally was limited to what I was allowed to do for her. It didn't stop the boot coming off and as I knelt down to take a quick look at her foot I could see the funny point at her tail trapped between her legs and looking as if it was coming from her pussy. I stifled a laugh and took hold of her foot and gave it a good feeling. The skin was soft and cool and her toe nails had been pedicured very recently by the looks of them.

I was soon able to inform her that there was nothing broken and offered her a couple of paracetamols which I fetched from the staff room along with a glass of water. She delicately swallowed the tablets and some of the water. "You had better take a look at my knee know," Di informed me. I again reminded her that I was a vet and not a doctor. Even before I had finished she had slipped off the table and started to pull her jodhpurs down. As they came down we suddenly went from one bush between her legs to a smaller neatly trimmed one which consisted of red hairs, but this time real live growing hairs. The dirty little fox wasn't wearing any panties.

She saw me looking and said that they only ruin the lines and show under her jodhpurs. She of course was referring to not having any panties on. The Jodhpurs were right down and off her right leg and foot as she took to sitting again on the examination table. I took a look at her knee that was bleeding a fair bit and grabbed some sterile wipes and pads to dry the wound. It wasn't that bad but it was still bleeding a fair bit. Had I been a doctor I probably would have put a stitch or two in it. The wound was pretty clean and I guessed that when she fell she had managed to fall onto one of the flint stones that litter our countryside, hence the straight clean wound.

We had just recently started to use some butterfly stitches on some of the smaller patients and I grabbed a couple hoping they would hold on a knee joint. As I pulled the wound together I also used a some of the super glue we use on some wounds. I knew it would, it stings in the wound and Di jumped a little. Eventually between the glue and stitches the gash had stopped bleeding. I asked Di to bend and straighten her leg a few times to see that the stitches would hold.

As she bent and straighten her leg a few times, it was a gash of another kind that now got my attention. It was at this point that there was a knocking on the front door to the practice. Di quickly told me to hide her and the only place I could think of was in one of the larger dog cages. Di climbed in and I covered the door with a blanket as I closed the door, and went to the main door. It was one of the riders saying his horse had gone a bit lame. I fetched some tools and went and had a look and removed a stone that quite frankly he should have been able to do himself. He informed me that it would go on the manors bill and left saying there were several hounds sniffing around the rear yard.

I mixed up some water and disinfectant and went out and shooed the hounds away and drenched where Di had been and the blood that was on the floor. Just before I went back in several of the huntsmen rode past and one of the kennel maids from the manor was bent over the front of his saddle as a trophy. She was quite a pretty girl and I wondered what her fete was now as she was also dressed as one of the foxes. I suddenly remembered that I had my own fox to deal with. I locked both doors and went to the kennels and let Di out. Her Jodhpurs were still more off than on.

Once out the cage she walked back into the examination room swaying her arse in front of me. As she again got onto the examination table I got another good look at her pussy. I could see the lips were all wet and glistening. The good news was the wound to her knee had held. I was about to say that we had finished and that all was good when she said, "I think you had better take a look at this," as she parted her pussy lips further than they already were with her fingers, and put a foot onto the edge of the table opening her pussy further still. I had this rather perverse thought run through my mind that I would need much better and stronger stitches to close that gash.

The thought quickly went as Di grabbed my head and pulled it to her pussy and rubbed my face in her juices. It was like getting a sheep to bond with it's newly born lamb. All veterinary practices and thoughts were gone as I licked at her pussy to cooing sounds from my patient. The heat from her pussy along with the smell and tasted had me working harder and harder to please her. Then just as suddenly as I found myself between her legs I was stood up again and Di was fumbling with my belt. It was clear that it wasn't the first belt she had ever undone before as it was open in seconds along with my trouser zip.

It was as she worked to get my already hard cock free of my Y fronts that I saw the rings on her fingers. Lady Di was married and yet here she was taking out my cock. No sooner was it free and she was positioning it at the entrance to her married pussy. I was beyond caring about her marital status as my cock slipped into her pussy. Then I was humping away at getting all of it in. Just a few thrusts and Di was moaning as my balls slapped against her arse with each new thrust. As Di lay backwards on the table she told me to use my healing hands to massage her tits.

I soon had her blouse undone and her bra above her tits as I massaged them and pounded her pussy. Di's rather posh words had now changed to rude demanding words for me to fuck her good and hard and most definitely not to stop, not that I had any intentions of stopping now. I could feel her tensing and trembling as she neared her orgasm. I barely held out long enough for her to come first before I was filling her pussy with my cum. We both stayed still for a minute or so with my cock still in her pussy. Then there was another knock on the front door and I had to dress quickly before locking Di in the room and going to the front door.

It was a rider and his horse. The horse had sustained a cut on his leg that need a little work before I could send him and his rider on their way. On returning to Di she was still laid on the examination table with her legs open. It was my turn to surprise her as I dipped my head and licked her pussy. Di told me I was a bad boy, but made no effort to stop me, so I sucked and licked at her open pussy. She was quickly moaning loudly again as I run my tongue over her clitoris. After a few minutes she was pushing my head away. I wondered had she come to her senses as a married woman and was calling a halt to what I was doing.

No, she almost leapt off the table and turned around telling me that this Tup needed to earn his keep. With that she bent over the table presenting her pussy to me. I needed no further telling and quickly took my cock out again and rammed it straight up Di's pussy and proceeded to ram myself as deep in her as I could get. Di was again acting far from the lady and she was insisting I fuck her good and hard and not to stop again. I really didn't need telling, as that was what I intended to do, and no amount of her asking me to stop would have worked at that time. Di was soon coming again for her second and then third orgasms before I did what all good Tups do and deposited my cum deep in her pussy.

It was some time before either of us wanted to move and when I did my cock slipped from her pussy making a slurping sound and some of my precious cum splattered onto the floor. I grabbed a towel and crouched down and wiped Di's wet pussy before mopping the cum off the floor. I noticed that we had undone some of my good work and Di's knee was seeping blood again. I had Di turn around and take her seated position on the table. One butterfly stitch sorted it out, plus I sprayed it with some blue antibiotic spray before helping Di back on with her Jodhpurs and boot.

The hunt had long since finished and as there was unlikely to be any more hunt people wanting my services, so I offered Di a lift home. She accepted, so I found myself driving to the manor. On arrival at the manor we were quickly greeted by the lord who kissed Di and thanking me for returning her to him. Di informed him of her injury and that I had come to her rescue and patched her up. Some how she forgot to tell him that I had given her other more personal treatments. She showed him the cut in her jodhpurs and she joked that I had sprayed her gash for her. Fortunately I think he thought she meant with the the antibiotic spray as he laughed when he saw the blue patch through the tear. He even joked that his mare had got a proper job.

I quickly excused myself and went off home. A few days later a call came from the manor to the practice asking for me in person to attend the manor. When I arrived late afternoon I was greeted by Lady Di who said that she needed a follow up visit and escorted me around to the stables. We were no sooner in the stables than we were at each other. I fucked her bent over two hay bales. Afterwards she did want me to look at the horse I had treated with a cut at the hunt. He was perfectly ok and I told her so, but she insisted that he would need further follow up visits.

That was the start of a very long affair that still goes on today. In fact during lockdown as most of their staff were furlowed we met several times in the stables and each time Di threw herself at me, insisting she needed a good fucking to maintain her own sanity at being in lockdown. I did my best of course.

I have been their first vet on call now for some twenty two years and have often wondered if his lordship realizes that I had screwed his wife that day. Surely he knew that she didn't wear panties under her jodhpurs, and must had at the very least have seen her pussy to be able to sort her knee out, and if he did know, does he know I am still fucking his wife?

Not something you ask his lordship or lady Di.