Valmont, Cheri - Lady M [Confessions of a Victorian Master] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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Lizzie’s eyes slowly came open, gazing up with intense curiosity into her husband’s handsome and aroused face. “Yes, my dear, I would do whatever you demand of me. Have I not proven that by coming here today?”
Lord M. gave a pleased smile and bent to give her a hard quick kiss on her lips. “That you have, love,” he admitted, as he moved to rub his bare chest against her breasts.
“Mmmm,” she moaned in response, moving sensuously beneath him.
A groan rumbled from deep within Arthur’s chest, clearly audible, even from where Jason sat.
“I had thought I could not bear the thought of any other man touching you, loving you,” Arthur admitted. Gazing into his wife’s face, he pulled one hand down from where he’d been holding her hands above her head, so he might caress her face tenderly. The light of desire burned brightly in Lord M.’s dark eyes as he looked over her lovely flushed face. “But from the time I suspected you’d had time to reach this townhouse, my mind began to torment me. Not with revulsion or disdain as I would have suspected, but with yearning.” With those words, Arthur gave her a savage kiss, slanting his mouth on Lizzie’s again and again, until he had her writhing and moaning beneath him.
How very interesting, Jason thought. He continued his pumping hand, careful not to go too fast so he might savor the luscious sight of the couple upon the chaise. He was determined not to spend until after they did. So the man might have enjoyed watching his lovely wife getting fucked by two men.
When the kiss transformed into a gentle caress, Arthur lifted his head and smiled down at Lizzie. “I could not even concentrate on my correspondence, sweet.”
“You couldn’t?” she gasped out and arched against his chest again.
With a grumble, Lord M. leaned down, but this time to kiss her right breast and suck lightly on the peak.
“Oh, mmm…” Lizzie moaned, her lids heavy, falling to half-mast, gazing at her husband through her long lashes.
As if provoked by her look, Arthur’s ministrations took on a decidedly rough edge. He sucked her breast and nipple until she cried out in sexual agony. “Arthur, please…” she begged.
“Now do you understand how I felt today? A frenzy of wild need consumed me, my darling wife. Do you realize the thoughts of you with your stepbrother and Mr. Featherington drove me mad?”
“Sorry,” she whispered, still panting shakily from the excitement of desire her husband had her in.
“No,” he insisted, using both of his hands now to grab her large breasts, leaning forward so he could bury his face between the luscious mounds. He licked and sucked the quivering flesh, paying equal attention to both her sweet bubbies, pinching and squeezing the neglected peak between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ah, Arthur,” she screamed out in ecstasy, her movements frantic, yearning, seeking.
Still pinching and pulling on her nipples, Lord M. lifted his head to gaze at Lizzie’s desperate face. Desperate for him. “When Mr. Featherington intimated I might want to attend the meeting, I cringed. I could not imagine wanting to see my loving wife with another man’s prick pounding into her. But he’d planted a devious seed in my brain, one that has grown into an unexpectedly savage need.” He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on one of the nipples pinched between his fingers. “Tell me, love.”
Lizzie’s eyes flared wide as she realized what he wanted. “You want me to tell you what happened?” By her tone, Jason could tell she was not as scandalized as a gently bred lady should be. In truth, she smiled seductively, cupping her husband’s face in her hands, lifting his face toward her so she could lean down to give him an excited kiss on his lips.
Step by step, Lizzie huskily recounted everything that happened between all three of them.
At the end of her description of what she’d done to her stepbrother, Arthur groaned out loud, grinding his stiff wick against the dark curls of her thatch. “I let his long shaft slide in and out of my mouth, taking him as deep into my throat as I love to do to you…ah…” She gasped out as her words incited him to knead her breasts with savage hands.
“Yes, love,” he encouraged while shifting his hips to push between her legs, using his knees to open her thighs wide. He groaned as he slid his prick against his wife’s sex. From his position, Jason could see the moist folds of Lizzie’s cunny snuggling Arthur’s long, stiff rod, her cream easing the friction of his skin against her skin.
As her husband began rubbing his erection against her heated flesh, he encouraged, “Go on,” and bent to begin sucking her bubbies with relish as she panted out more of what had happened.
When she reached the part about the three of them, Jason thought Arthur would spend, but he pulled his hips back from her, holding his rod tightly as if trying to stop his crisis. Hearing his raspy breathing, Jason had no doubt the man’s heart pounded with his excitement.
“Dear?” she asked uncertainly, as if not sure whether he was enjoying her tale or not. Writ plainly on Lord M.’s face: Acute sexual agony. Jason sensed the man’s temptation to halt her words and drive into her sex. But he sucked in some calming breaths, then leaned down to give his wife some short, soft kisses. Perhaps to let her know without words that he desired that she continue her lurid tale.
His panting picked up again as she finished up with the tale of Jason and Roger pounding into her cunny and bottom at the same time. Arthur still held his shaft in his hand, trying to stave off spending yet. But when her tale reached the part where Roger lapped at her juices and Jason fucked her mouth, a feeling of lust seemed to overwhelm Arthur. He moved down his wife’s body quickly, burying his face between her outspread thighs.
Lizzie began panting in earnest at each lash of her husband’s tongue against the tiny-jeweled bundle hidden there. He pulled away from her only long enough to gasp, “Continue,” before burying his head between her thighs again.
“Ah…then as Roger…eh…licked and sucked my…cunny…Jason grabbed my hair and slid his prick down my throat, ah, yes!” she cried out and rubbed frantically against Arthur’s insistent mouth. “Ah…ah…” Her hips lifted off the chaise as she got ever closer to her climax. “Then I…eh…spent on Roger’s tongue,” she panted and gasped, “and a feeling so pleasurable overwhelmed me that I took Jason deeper into my mouth than I’ve ever taken anyone—argh!” Lizzie screamed out as Arthur sucked and slurped her sex until she thrust her hips upward again and again, continuing to gasp and moan on a long protracted climax. “Please, I beg of you, Arthur…take me…love me.”
As if in relief, Arthur drove upward, plowing her eager sex with his shaft, causing her to gasp in welcome shock at the violence and intensity of this coupling. Arthur grabbed her hands, pushing them over her head again as he continued to pound into her body, bending his head to kiss her lips in a kiss of pure dominance.
“Ah…ah…” she said with tiny pants of air in response to each savage thrust of her husband’s hips. “Arthur, yes!” And as Jason pumped his own prick to spending, he watched Lizzie quiver and moan, her body convulsing in quite obviously an extraordinary, heartrending climax. Only moments later, Arthur joined her, shouting as his release consumed him.
Epilogue
Several months later, Jason sat contemplating the superb gift sent to him by Lord Arthur M. and his charming, and happily increasing wife, Lizzie. He did have to smile. An impressive set of ivory-handled dueling pistols lay snuggled within the cushioned velvet depths of a mahogany box, something he suspected Arthur might have been tempted to make use of after Jason made his outrageous suggestion. But after hearing Arthur’s demands that his wife tell him everything, Jason had the feeling he would eventually agree.
He found out later the man had actually consented to his suggestion and quite obviously sowed the rewards. For when he met Arthur, Lizzie, and Roger at the theatre, he did not doubt the outcome had been a positive one. Arthur had taken Roger on as his personal secretary, with only Jason aware of what other position the man held in Lord M.’s household—as a thi
rd in what Jason suspected was a splendid ménage, engaging in frequent bouts of lovemaking. The three of them seemed to be very happy indeed. Lizzie looked to be a very pampered and beloved wife and lover, from the looks of things. When the group insisted he join them in their private box, he happily observed the tender looks and touches that neither man seemed able to resist giving her—nor did they try.
Grasping the handle of one of the pistols, he turned it to take in the intricate detailing. They were beautiful and not the only gifts he’d received as a sign of Lord and Lady M.’s appreciation. Hmm, another thought struck him, what he wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall of that particular bedchamber. He grinned again.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cheri Valmont was born the youngest of 9 in a close-knit Cajun family in Southwest Louisiana. Her older sister introduced her to the romance genre at age 11. Of course, those were the sweet romances of yester year. But as she got older she realized the spicier the romance the better she liked it. So it should be no wonder she likes to write as spicy as she likes to read.
She dabbles in several sub-genres of romance, including Contemporary, Historical, Sci/Fi, BDSM, Ménage, Suspense, Paranormal, etc. She's lived in several different states along with her own hero husband of 25 years and a menagerie of beloved animals.
She and her husband now reside in the Lone Star state of Texas.
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