Everyone in the house (including Effie) were aware that Vera Maggs and Fergus had been having an ongoing affair for many years. It was told that he would give her extra coins here and there for her sexual favours. Vera was not a woman that was beyond having sex with a man to make some extra money. Many of the staff saw Fergus coming and going from Vera's sleeping quarters over the years. Effie was relieved as it meant that she would have less conjugal visits from her husband, this suited her just fine she would rather not have him bother her at all for any sexual encounters. The less she saw of this horrid man, her husband, the happier she would be.

Fergus came into the kitchen grabbing Vera (the house cook) from behind, as she was bent over the large wooden work table getting last minute preparations done in the kitchen before she retired for the evening. Everyone else in the castle had retired hours ago, Vera often worked late into the night, but it all wasn't kitchen related. She would often have Fergus visiting her bed chambers, where she got to work pleasing him, trying to fulfil his sexual desires. She was strangely drawn to this man, largely because he had power and wealth, things she herself had neither of. She didn't find him physically appealing at all, but being a man that wielded power attracted her to him in a big way. She was more than willing to do whatever he asked of her to try and get into his good books. When he was pleased with her he would give her a few extra coins for her after hour services with the understanding that she discussed these with no one. Vera didn't have to tell anyone else in the house people figured things out for themselves. Often catching glimpses of Fergus coming and going from Vera's bed chambers. He was certainly fooling himself if he really thought that the others in the house had no idea what was going on between him and the house cook.

Vera was a well rounded woman that had a large backside with very large breasts, these were certainly a focal point of many men when they came to gaze upon Vera and her large attributes. Fergus was a man that had always preferred a woman with a bit of meat on her bones such as Vera. His wife was a small thing, a twig of a woman, nothing much there to hold on to in his eyes. He would visit his wife's bed chambers only out of what he thought to be his duty as a husband even though he knew the sight of him had always repulsed her. But he would visit her bed chambers to advert any suspicions that there was anything amiss with him and his wife. He knew his wife was glad these visits were but few, Effie would be happy if they would cease all together.

Fergus loved his wife in the early years of their marriage, but Effie never loved him. He knew that this marriage of theirs would never have taken place if he had not blackmailed Effie's father. She was able to bare him two children, a daughter Una and then two years later a son—Kennan. Kennan was 20 years of age and was studying architecture in Venice, Italy. He had left three years ago and has not been back since. Effie gets the occasional letter from him, in which he always tells her to give his love to his big sister. He was a very quite sole that found it difficult to deal with his aggressive father—who was always pressuring him to be more aggressive in his approaches to things in every day life. He felt that no matter what he did it was just never good enough in the eyes of his bully of a father.
Fergus was much more at home cutting people down at the knees rather than giving them positive support. This was certainly true when it came to his son, Kennan, who was a brilliant and smart young man who had done very well in his studies thus far. Kennan may even have pushed himself harder trying desperately to gain his father's approval, but to no avail. Effie had tried to encourage Fergus to let his son know that he was proud of him and his academic accomplishments. She was greeted with a sneer and told to mind her tongue. Fergus wasn't having a mere woman tell him how he should treat and what he should say to his own son, he was not having any of that!

“Vera I have been looking forward to holding your breasts all day woman” replied Fergus gruffly from the backside of Vera's neck.
“My lord you are so very naughty speaking like that” Vera replied with a girlish playful giggle in her voice.
“You like when I talk naughty to you Vera don't you? Fergus said as he spun Vera around to face him. He started to undo her dress in the front, releasing her large breasts, they came exploding out of their binds with hard large perky pink nipples. Fergus begun to suck on Vera's large nipples, he was ever so fond of them.
“Oh my—should we not go to my bed chambers—someone might come and discover us.”
“No worries woman I locked the door when I entered the kitchen, I want to take you here and now, replied Fergus with quickened breath, he lifted her up on the table pulling her skirts up. He quickly undid his pants revealing his very hard member. He slid it into the wet, hot spot between Vera's now spread legs. She moaned out to Fergus asking him to fuck her harder and harder! He was becoming more and more excited with the heat of Vera's moist place that he couldn't seem to get enough of. This house cook managed to drive him mad with sexual desire for her big bosom and hot wetness, and her wonderfully full and large backside. All of a sudden Fergus came with a body shudder, he leaned forward still inside Vera, leaning his head over her shoulders trying to re-catch his breath from his exertions.