She waited for guilt to sideline the euphoria. She waited and waited, but it didn’t come. Perhaps it was because the orgasm had been so good. How could she possibly feel bad after that earth-shattering experience?
Silently, she rearranged her panties and wiped her hand down her T-shirt. Other than deep breathing, the men were quiet. She shuffled forward to risk a peek through the gap in the dressing screen. They’d fallen asleep lying at opposite sides of the bed. She gave it another five minutes, to get her breath back and ensure James and his companion were in a deep slumber, before taking the opportunity to tiptoe out of the room.
Chapter Two
James planted a kiss on Molly’s forehead and pulled her into a hug. “You okay, Moll Doll?”
No. I’ll never be able to look at you in the same light again.
She didn’t vocalize her thoughts. She couldn’t without James knowing she’d been spying on him. Two days after the event she was beginning to wish she’d never been there. It had been amazing at the time, of course, but she hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything else since. The erotic images entered her head at the most inopportune moments, and behaving normally in front of her husband had required her very best acting skills.
James pulled away from the chaste hug and held his wife at arm’s length. He studied her face and creased his forehead into a frown. “What’s the matter, darling? You haven’t been yourself for a couple of days now. Has something upset you?”
Yes. I want you to kiss me like you kissed him. I want you to find pleasure in my body like he found pleasure in yours.
The torturous thoughts whirled around in her mind while she forced a smile. “Oh, nothing. I’m just a bit worried about the youngest filly. I think her hooves are giving her jip again.”
“That’s not good. I know what those horses mean to you. I’ll give the emergency vet a call straightaway.”
Molly’s heart leaked a little love into her veins, flooding her whole body with warmth. James was such a kind man. He’d do anything for her. Anything but take her to bed, that was.
“No need,” she said, quickly. “I already did.” Lying to James didn’t come easy, but she couldn’t see any other way to dig her way out of this one.
He smiled and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek before releasing her and walking over to the drinks cabinet. Her skin tingled from his touch and made her cheeks burn with a longing for him that had never been so intense.
“Okay. Well, goodnight, darling. Can I fix you a drink before you retire?”
She shook her head.
“Have you spoken to your parents recently? How is life in Gay Paris?” he asked while scrutinizing the contents of the cabinet.
She took a sharp breath in at his choice of words. Was he thinking about his recent encounter, or was he really enquiring about Molly’s parents, who had moved from the village of Croft when Molly had turned eighteen? She could have gone with them to Paris, of course, but the thought of being away from the horses at Croft Hall, which the old earl had let her ride since she’d been a little girl growing up in the village, had been unbearable.
She’d always be grateful for James, who had found her crying in the stables and taken her in his arms. He’d been twenty-seven at the time, nine years her senior. Despite grieving the recent loss of his father, he had listened to her problems and comforted her. He’d been so kind and gentle that when he’d asked her what was wrong, she’d confessed she hated the idea of leaving Croft for France, but due to her lack of financial security, she had no choice.
That’s when they’d made their pact—she could marry him and live at Croft Hall with her beloved horses forever. In exchange, she would be giving him the perfect ruse to conduct his private affairs as he’d called it. She’d accepted in an instant.
“Yes. I spoke to them today. Mummy and Daddy are fine. All fine.” She hoped he hadn’t notice the shake in her voice.
“Jolly good.”
She pushed her shoulders back and summoned the courage to ask him something that had been playing in her brain since the other day. “So what are you up to tonight?”
His arm, en route to the bottle of wine in the cabinet, paused, and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She’d never questioned him before.
I’ve gone too far. He knows. He knows I was there, watching.
Her heart beat double time, and her head itched with the sweat forming beneath her mass of curls. He broke into a smile, and she exhaled with relief. She’d gotten away with it. This time.
“I’ve got some people coming ’round. Don’t worry, we won’t disturb you. See you in the morning, Moll Doll.”
She watched him stalk out of the room with the confident long strides she’d admired since she first started grooming Croft Hall’s horses at age thirteen. She’d had a crush on him in the early days. Not that she was under any illusion that the handsome young heir to the earl would ever see her in that way. With her freckled skin and pasty complexion, she wasn’t what anyone would call beautiful. Now of course she knew he looked for something very different.
With James’ unorthodox proposal had come an admission of an undisclosed deviance. He hadn’t invited her to be part of it, and she’d never wanted to before. Rather than torture her young heart by being smitten with a man who would never look at her in a romantic way, she’d focused on her horses and on loving James in only a platonic way, which was very much reciprocated.
She hurried over to the cabinet and poured herself a glass of whatever spirit was already open. She slung the treacle-colored liquid down her throat. Her food pipe, unaccustomed to the taste of liquor, burned like fire as the drink slid down. She needed the courage. She had no intention of missing tonight’s performance.
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Molly knelt on the luxuriously thick carpet and peered through the gap in the dressing screen. Sneaking into James’ room had been easier than she’d imagined. She’d entered the bedroom next door first, and as soon as she heard the hum of running water from James’ en suite shower, she crept into his room and took her position in her hiding place.
She waited and watched. After a few minutes, he emerged from the en suite, water droplets gracing his toned, athletic body, and uncorked the bottle of red wine he’d brought up with him. He wore a pair of white boxer shorts, which hugged his tight buttocks and complemented the long, lean muscles of his thighs. Molly caught her breath at the sight of him.
What was she playing at? Why was she teasing herself like this? She’d never possess him, not in the way she had craved over the last couple of days. Watching another instalment of her husband’s love life was tantamount to masochism, surely. Despite knowing better, her skin tingled from the anticipation of wondering what tonight would bring. She didn’t have to wonder for long, for there was a light knock at the bedroom door.
James strode over to the door and opened it. The scantily-clad woman behind it practically jumped on him. He caught her and held her to him as she wrapped her lithe legs around him. She kissed him frantically, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth while she tangled her fingers in his wet hair.
“Good evening, Sia,” he said, once their frenziedly passionate greeting was over. He set her down on the floor, and Molly got a good look at the woman who had just feasted on her husband. She was Asian with long, black hair that hung in a glossy sheet of silk all the way down to her tiny waist. She was petite and beautiful, and her small, upturned breasts were encased in a peep-hole black and white bra, revealing erect, dark pink nipples.
Sia walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, propping herself on her arms. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and opened her legs wide for James to see between them. He gave a nod of approval and ran a hand through his hair, causing a lock to flop sexily in front of one eye. Molly wished she was Sia right now, so beautiful and self-assured, and about to ravage her husband.
Molly narrowed her eyes and glared at the two of them. In all the years she’d known that James had been taking other love
rs, she’d never felt envious. She’d accepted the way it was. Even watching him with another man hadn’t made her jealous, but looking at Sia, all smooth skin and pert breasts, she wanted to scratch her pretty almond-shaped eyes out.
“I thought you’d like these. They don’t leave much to the imagination,” Sia purred with a well-to-do English accent and gestured toward her panties.
“So I see,” James said, his voice low and level.
Molly couldn’t see the underwear in question from the angle Sia sat, but she’d bet her life they too had a peep-hole and revealed even more of that perfect little body of hers. Bile rose in Molly’s throat. There was no way she wanted to stay and watch her husband make love to some model-like stick insect. The thought didn’t turn her on in the slightest. She needed to get out of here, and fast if the bulge in James’ pants was anything to go by.
There was another knock on the door. Molly glared, open-mouthed, waiting to see how the pair reacted to being interrupted. There was no sign of shock or surprise on either of their faces. James smiled, lazily, as if he’d expected company, and turned to open the door. It was another woman. She had long, sandy-colored hair that hung in big waves over her shoulders, and her body was wrapped in a long, red cape. Unlike the way Sia had greeted James, this woman remained standing in the doorway, her hands on generously proportioned hips. Her full lips, slicked in pillar-box red lipstick, turned up into a sultry smile.
“Well, well, what do we have here? The handsome Earl of Croft Hall and his skimpily-dressed little whore.”
Molly gasped at the woman’s cutting insult and shifted her gaze to Sia to see how she reacted. The young Asian woman simply threw her head back and gave a throaty laugh.
“Come here, Martie, you gorgeous creature,” she husked to the curvaceous beauty in the doorway.
So they knew each other. But how well exactly?
Molly had an idea she was about to find out. Martie smiled, untied her cape, and let it fall to the floor, revealing a lacy white playsuit. The delicate material clung to her curves, showcasing every contour of her womanly figure.
She stalked inside the room, her eyes never leaving Sia’s body. She walked up to James, who was in her path, and placed a hand on his chest to move him out of the way. He smiled, held up both hands in surrender, and moved back, allowing her access to Sia.
Martie reached the bed and placed her knees on either side of Sia’s body. The smaller woman pushed herself farther up the bed and lay back, allowing Martie to straddle her. She reached up and cupped the woman’s ample bosom in her hands. Martie leaned over and locked Sia in a kiss so erotic that Molly’s body temperature rose, as if she herself were on the receiving end of those full lips.
Sia released delicate whimpers of anguish every time Martie’s tongue temporarily left her mouth. She wrapped her legs around Martie’s back and pulled the woman’s body onto hers with a force she didn’t look strong enough to possess. Martie paused the kiss and gazed down at Sia, whose own mouth, Molly could see, was now smeared in red lipstick.
Molly flicked her gaze to James. He was standing, legs apart, hands on hips, watching at the foot of the bed. His expression was dreamy, as if he looked on proudly at a masterpiece he had created.
“I love this playsuit of yours, Mart,” Sia said, running her hands around the curve of the other woman’s breasts appreciatively. “Your tits feel so good underneath it.”
“Don’t you prefer them out of it, honey?”
Sia giggled and wriggled underneath Martie. “You know I do, baby.”
Martie reached inside the deep plunge of her playsuit and scooped both her breasts out, so they lay on top of the flimsy material.
“Oh, Martie, you know how to treat a girl,” Sia said.
Her last words were muffled as Martie pushed one of her breasts into Sia’s mouth. The slim woman couldn’t get enough. She thrashed around on the bed, thumping the mattress in a rapture of wanton desire. She lolled her head from side to side, sucking and licking each of Martie’s breasts in turn. Her eyes were closed in utter bliss, and she gasped as she went from one breast to the other.
Molly’s panties were moist now. She didn’t want to find the scene in front of her appealing. Why would anyone in their right mind enjoy the sight of two women getting off on one another while their husband looked on, clearly aroused?
Her head told her it was wrong, revolting even, but her body was giving all the signs to prove she was turned on. She bit her lip and tried to make some sense of what was happening to her. Only days ago she’d learned that watching James have sex with another man aroused her, and now her libido was in overdrive watching two women pleasure one another. What was wrong with her? At this rate, she was in danger of becoming a deviant herself, never mind merely being married to one.
She squeezed her legs together to try to give enough friction to satisfy herself. She didn’t want to use her hand for stimulation this time. That would be like admitting she liked this stuff. And she wasn’t ready for that. The action relieved the pressure for now, but if the spectacle in front of her got any hotter, she’d be in danger of bursting.
She turned her attention back to the bed. Now, clearly unsatisfied by having only one nipple in her mouth at a time, Sia had her hands on either side of Martie’s breasts and squeezed them together, flicking her tongue between both nipples.
“Okay, girls, slow it down.”
The male voice, rumbling and deep, was unfamiliar to Molly, and she quickly looked to see where the words had come from. She had been so wrapped up in the interactions of the women she hadn’t noticed anyone else enter the room. Even though she was concealed behind the screen, she still took a step back when she saw him.
Like a modern-day Viking, he was tall, broad, and muscular. He wore loose black trousers, cut off just below the knee, and was naked from the waist up. His upper body and arms were heavily tattooed with black swirls, intricate patterns, and mysterious insignia. His long, thick dark hair hung to his shoulders, and together with his full beard, completed his warrior style perfectly. He looked terrifying but, at the same time, strangely alluring.
On hearing the order, Martie turned her head to regard the intimidatingly large man as best she could with her breasts still being sucked by Sia. “There you go again, Helix, spoiling all our fun.”
The come-get-me tease that laced her voice had the desired effect if Helix’s response was anything to go by. He grabbed the bigger woman’s upper arm and wrenched her away from Sia, who growled her objections.
He lifted Martie as if she were light as a feather, and she wrapped her legs around his toned back, locking herself to him. While they entered into one of the deepest and most urgent kisses Molly had ever seen, she noticed that underneath her playsuit, Martie wasn’t wearing any underwear. Helix held her to him with one ripped arm and used the other hand to explore her exposed nakedness. His fingers moved expertly under her, and Martie wriggled on his hand amidst whimpers of pleasure. Two of his fingers slipped in and out of her repeatedly, and Molly heard the slick of Martie’s pussy reacting to his touch.
In response to the sight and sound, her own body burned with sexual urgency. She gave in to temptation and began to stroke herself over the top of her jeans. The rough stitching at her crotch dug into her swollen clit, making her need all the more insistent.
“James, please come over here and help me,” a meek, pleading voice said. At the sound of Sia calling her husband’s name, Molly snapped her attention to the petite woman still on the bed. “Watching Helix and Martie getting steamy together is getting me all horny.”
Sia had her knees bent and legs open wide, giving James an eye-full of what lie in between. He clearly liked what he saw and answered her pleas by pushing down his boxer shorts. His erection bounced out like a caged animal desperate for release. He kicked his underwear off his feet and stepped toward Sia. As he walked toward her, he rolled a condom deftly over his shaft. Molly hadn’t even noticed him unwrapping one. He mu
st have known what was coming and made sure he was prepared. He reached Sia and clasped her by the tops of her thighs, pulled her down to the edge of the bed, and without so much as leaning over to kiss her on the lips, pushed himself straight into her.
Sia tipped her head back and groaned, lifting her hips off the bed to allow him to drive into her.
“Jesus, girl, you’re wet.”
“Because I need fucking,” she said and gritted her teeth as he thrust again.
Molly stopped the strokes to her groin and watched, motionless. Never once in five years of marriage had James ever initiated sex with her. Yes, that was all part of their agreement, which had made so much sense up until a few days ago, but now she wanted a piece of that for herself. She wanted her husband to look at her in the lustful way he looked at the woman he was fucking, to push the full force of his cock into her the way he was doing with Sia.
Molly swallowed and hung her head. Why couldn’t he do that with her? What was so very wrong with her that he didn’t want to ravage her in that way?
“Oh. My. God. James, yes, right there. Oh my God. Don’t stop. Oh!”
Molly couldn’t resist a peek as Sia came. Her face contorted in orgasmic bliss as she reached the peak of her pleasure. James had her legs hooked around his arms, his groin pressed against hers. He held her still while she groaned long and loud.
Martie and Helix paused what they were doing to watch Sia come. Helix set Martie down on the floor and, with his arm around her waist, led her to the bed where Sia lay, spent, like a beautiful rag doll.
James gently eased himself out of her, mounted the bed, and made his way over to the far end by the pillows. He turned around, his back to the headboard, and knelt up to face the others. He removed the condom, and slowly stroked his erection, which stood proudly to attention.
“Up you get, Martie,” Helix ordered, gesturing for her to get onto the bed. She followed his demand and got on her hands and knees in front of James, then took his cock into her lipstick-smudged mouth. Once his cock was enveloped between her lips, James sighed and rocked backward and forward, in and out of her mouth. Martie’s breasts, topped off with swollen, pink nipples, hung gloriously toward the bed.
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