Chapter Seven
“I thought you might see it that way.” He waved towards Helen. “Close the door, my dear. I can feel a draft.”
She rushed to do his bidding, which was slightly irritating; her eagerness was apparent. “I thought you loathed men?” I eyed her with suspicion. “I thought you preferred women?”
“I do, and I’ll be happy to pleasure you in all the ways you like, Lady Colby.”
Her demeanor had morphed into lightness and condescension, which made me even more apprehensive. “What sort of scheme are you working?”
“Scheme?” She approached the bed. “I haven’t any schemes. I only wish to spend my time this way. It’s better than listening to my parents drone on about the cost of rebuilding the house. I wish I had my own husband, but at my age that’s unlikely.”
“You’re hardly an old maid.”
“I’m older than you think.”
“Take your clothes off,” commanded Rupert.
I was taken aback by this blunt request. “That’s quite bold, my Lord.”
“And you think what you’ve done with the Vikings isn’t?” His brows lifted in challenge.
“I…I did what I had to do to survive.”
“Then this is all about pleasure, Charlotte. You mustn’t look so forlorn. You are my wife. I’m entirely devoted to you and only you. This,” he gestured towards Helen, “is a spot of fun. We’re allowed to have our diversions, aren’t we?”
“Diversions?” Helen had lifted the gown over her head, exposing her firm, small breasts.
Rupert eyed her with consideration. “Yes, diversions.”
Helen smiled. “We shouldn’t waste time debating the issue. I’ve seen that cock, my Lord. I hope to get a better look at it. I’m a virgin after all, but I hope you’ll help me with that.”
She was horribly bold. “Where does that leave me? Shall I sit in the chair and watch?”
“No, little pet,” she said, grinning. “You’re to help me. From what I’ve seen, there’s plenty to go around.”
This statement pleased Rupert to no end; his grin was enormous. “By all means, use me. Do whatever you want to me.” He lay back on the bed, with his arms behind his head. “I’ve hardware that needs polishing.” His laughter filled the room.
Helen moved the blanket from his thighs, exposing a thick and glistening cock. “And it leaks.”
I grabbed him, feeling heat. “Yes, it leaks. It shall do more than that, if we suck it long enough.”
“I’ve never done this.”
“Well, there’s a first for everything.” My anger still pricked, but I willed it away.
“Might I have a taste?” She eyed the phallus with interest.
“Be my guest.” I let go of Rupert, but he was in her hands within seconds, jerking slightly. Closing her lips around him, she sucked noisily. “See. There isn’t all that much to it.” I was still slightly sour by having another woman in our bed, but…Rupert had insisted, so, as a good wife, it was my duty to obey him. “Let me do it now.” I performed the same procedure, sucking and gagging slightly, as he slid to the back of my throat.
“What of these?” She pointed to his scrotum. “What are they for?”
Rupert pulled them from his body. “You can take them into your mouth.” His voice sounded raspy. “I’d much appreciate such a gesture.”
“No doubt,” Helen laughed. “I’ll do my best.”
“Thank you.”
I was hardly listening, as I sucked on my husband, pleasuring him. His hand had gone to my back where he gently rubbed me. Then he drifted downwards, over my buttocks, and found the wetness that had settled between my thighs. While I worked him, he stroked me, pressing against my clitoris with each pass. It was difficult to concentrate on the task at hand, because my own pleasure began to build to a fever pitch.
“This is fun, Charlotte. I know you’re unhappy with me, but I thank you for allowing this.”
“He wants it. I must obey.”
“Oh, come now. You like it. Admit it.”
I would do no such thing, but the feelings Rupert stirred within me, rubbing over my nub again and again, left me weak with desire; my eyes could hardly stay open. “Ooommm…” I moaned with a mouthful of cock.
“You needn’t confess now, Charlotte. I can see you hate this.”
“Oh, darling, that’s lovely.” He’d pushed two fingers in deeply, pulling them in and out, slick with my juices. “Keep doing that.”
Helen and I laved him, she worked one side, and I the other. I was dangerously close to orgasm, and I had to still his hand, lest I succumb to the bliss that threatened. Taking the initiative, I clamored onto Rupert, flinging a leg over his abdomen. Then I lowered, letting him enter me. “Oh, my Lord.” Helen watched, as I rode, taking him deep.
He gripped my hips. “That’s my good wife.”
To my amazement, Helen let her hand drift to my nub, which was engorged and sensitive. She rubbed the wetness while kissing me, all under the watchful eyes of my husband.
“This must be heaven,” he murmured. “Two beautiful women in my bed.”
The feel of fingers pressing into my clitoris flung me over the edge. I tossed my head back, moaning with release. My breasts bounced and jiggled with the motion of my hips. “Oh, my! Lord! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Yes, indeed.” He sounded pleased.
“That was marvelous.” He was as hard as a plank inside of me. “Oh, you both are…so naughty.”
“I want some of that,” said Helen, eyeing where Rupert and I were joined.
“You shall have it once my wife frees me.”
“Oh, fine.” I fell to the bed, exhausted, but I kept an eye on Helen, wondering what she planned. “Go on. You want a virgin, my Lord. There’s one.”
“I was deprived of such a thing on our wedding night.”
I hit his arm. “Stop that! We never had a wedding night. We were far too young.”
“I tease, my love. Aren’t we allowed to have a chuckle in bed, or must I always go around with a stiff upper lip?”
Helen’s hand closed around his cock. “This looks more like a stiff lower lip.”
“Get on your back, Helen.”
“Yes, my Lord.” She lay against the bedding, the golden goddess she was, with her pale hair fanning out above her. “What are your designs, sir?”
He neared, eyeing her womanhood. “I’ll take this now, I think.”
Feeling slightly emboldened and not shy in the least, I let my hand fall to her Venus mound, stroking the wetness near her nub. “You’ll find it sweet, sir.”
“Will I now?”
“Yes.”
“Did you?”
I glanced at nothing in particular to avoid his scrutiny. “Perhaps.”
“I can hardly wait.” He positioned himself between her thighs, prodding her with the rounded end of his phallus. While he was thus engaged, I toyed with her, feeling the engorgement of her nub, as it responded to the stimulation.
“You aren’t scared, are you, Helen?” I glanced at her.
“No.”
“It might hurt a little.”
“I’ll be fine. Do continue.” She sounded slightly out of breath.
Rupert pressed deeper, burying the head of his shaft within the pinkish folds. I wasn’t able to tear my eyes away, as the little sheath opened to accommodate him.
“Are you well, Helen?” asked Rupert.
“Yes, please…you mustn’t stop. I won’t break.”
He drove deeper then, filling her to the root, his balls crushed against her. She moaned, flinging her head from side to side. I continued to rub the tiny ball of passion, feeling the expanding swell grow even firmer.
“Aw…God…good Lord, it’s tight.” He groaned, a look of pleasure-filled pain etched across his features. “Helen should stay with us, Charlotte. Our children will need a nanny.”
This announcement was unexpected. “A nanny?”
“I do plan to have child
ren, my love. Many.”
“And where will she sleep?”
“In our bed.”
I eyed Helen, who had her eyes closed, as delicate looking lashes fell to her cheeks. She looked like an angel in repose. “I suppose, if it pleases you, my Lord.”
“It does.”
The sound of sex soon drowned out the conversation, as my husband copulated with a woman I hardly knew. I hadn’t expected a situation quite like this to occur. The thought that I would share my Rupert with Helen was something I would have to think on, but, then again, I was married to him. She could never take his name. Society would be none the wiser to our unconventional sleeping arrangements, and my reputation would remain as pure as the driven snow.
“Oh, my…” Helen opened her eyes. “It’s sooo good. Please don’t stop, either one of you.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” murmured Rupert.
My finger continued to stroke her, while my husband drove deep. She moaned then, shuddering. “Dear Lord! Ooohh…” As pleasure tinged her chest a light pink, she fell to earth again, opening her eyes and smiling. “I shall be forever jealous of married women now.”
Rupert withdrew, exposing a shiny cock. “What shall we do with this?”
I glanced at Helen. “I suppose we’ll have to express him.”
“Like a cow’s udder?” she laughed.
“Something like that.”
She joined me in administering to Rupert, laving and sucking, until he groaned and pulled himself from our grasp. “Oh, ladies. Such marvelous ladies.” Several thick streams of whitish fluid jetted, hitting Helen in the face. Stunned by this occurrence; her eyes were bright. I laughed at her look, because my husband’s semen had begun to drip from her forehead.
“Now you know what happens between men and women,” I murmured.
“I do,” she laughed. Dabbing at the wetness, she brought it to her lips. “That’s quite salty.”
Rupert collapsed on the mattress, making the springs creak. “I am a happy man.”
“I’ll get you a linen.” I slid from the bed to fetch the item in question. “Here.”
“Thank you.”
I crawled next to my husband, and his arm went around me. “Might we sleep for a while?”
“Surely.”
Helen joined us, lying on the other side. “Will you make me go then?”
“I shall leave that up to Charlotte. She has already humored me well enough tonight. To ask anything more of her might be unreasonable.”
“What is the verdict then?” Helen glanced at me; her look was indecipherable, yet slightly hopeful.
I sighed. “You may stay.”
Her smile was enchanting. “I shall endeavor to make you both happy.”
Rupert squeezed me. “I’m already happy. You’ll be the cake.”
She giggled, “I’ll take that, as long as it’s lemon. I love lemon cake.”
Laughter filled the room.
The End
A preview of
Devious Seduction
by Virginia Wade
Note: Devious Seduction is a revised and updated republication of the work originally titled Sexy In Stilettos by Virginia Wade.
Opening the door, I got a shock. Mr. Tall and Toned stood before me with his hands in his pockets and a silly grin on his face. His appreciative gaze passed over me, missing nothing.
“I think I left my phone here.”
“Did you now?” I seriously doubted that had been accidental.
“Uh…yeah. It must’ve dropped in the sofa or something.”
“I just bet it did.” I stood aside and let him in. He towered over me.
“Well, it was a pretty intense study session, Ms. Bach. Something like this was bound to happen.”
I giggled and shook my head. “Go find your phone, Mr. Delaney.”
“It’s just Brandon.”
His hair was slightly unkempt. Almond-shaped eyes surrounded deep blue irises. The bone structure of his face was flawless with a straight nose and full lips. He was far too good-looking for his own good.
“I was sitting here.” He pointed to the leather sofa against the wall.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’d be careful. You never know what’s under there.” He lifted the cushions. Bits of crackers, popcorn, and loose change were exposed. That was embarrassing. I really needed to vacuum.
“I’m not seeing it.”
“Maybe it fell underneath.”
He dropped to his knees and peeked under the sofa. “Nope.”
“Well, maybe it’s in your car or something.”
He glanced at me. “Where’s your phone? You could call me. That’d expose it.”
“I guess.” I headed for the bedroom and snatched it off the bedside table. When I came back, I handed it to him. “I don’t know your number.”
He grinned. “Thanks.” He pressed the keypad and music suddenly filled the room. “Behind the sofa!” He handed me the phone and got on his knees. “Aha! Got it.” Getting to his feet, he said, “If you need a cleaning guy, I’d be more than happy to help. I’m a little busy during the week, but I could squeeze you in on the weekend.”
“That’s really sweet of you, but Anna and I manage just fine.”
“This sofa could use some vacuuming.”
“People don’t normally go snooping under the cushions.”
“I wasn’t snooping. I was retrieving my property.”
“Which you left here on purpose.”
He appeared taken aback. “No way. I’d never do that, Ms. Bach. Can I call you Jillian?”
I cocked my head and stared at him. “You have giant coconut balls, Brandon. I’ll give you that much.”
He leaned in. “They’re not that big, but…I’ll let you see them, and you can judge for yourself.”
I laughed. He was entirely too much fun. “Okay. You have your phone. It’s late.” I moved towards the entryway. “Out with you.”
We stood before the wooden buffet. “I can see you’re a little shy, Jillian, but really, I’m a nice guy once you get to know me.”
“Look, I’m flattered by your interest, but there’s a bit of an age difference. I’m not really fond of prison. Orange looks like death on me.”
He grinned. “You’re in luck. I just turned eighteen.”
“All the more reason to say goodnight right now.”
“The first time you saw me you thought I was in college, didn’t you?”
That was entirely accurate. “Um…probably.”
“I’m heading there real quick. I’ll be registered before you know it. I’m just waiting for my ACT scores to come back.”
He would probably ace math. “Good for you.”
“Are you dating anyone?”
My hand was on the doorknob. “That’s none of your business.”
“Your daughter pretty much said you weren’t.”
“She needs to learn to keep her mouth shut,” I grumbled.
“My dad just got divorced from my stepmom. My mom’s in Alaska with her husband and my half-sister. I know all about fucked up families. It’s been my reality for a long time.”
This declaration astounded me. “We aren’t fucked up, Mr. Delaney. I don’t use that word unless I’m really angry. My husband passed away. I’d still be married if he…was here.”
He touched my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I just assumed you were divorced.”
“Well, I’m not.” I sounded defensive. His hand felt warm and pleasing. I’d begun to tingle up and down my arm.
“Couldn’t we just hang out sometime?”
“That wouldn’t be a good idea.” For propriety’s sake, I stepped away from him.
“I’d really like to talk to you and get to know you better. I’ve seen you for months now. You make it hard to concentrate on working out. You’re a distraction.”
I was flustered and flattered all at the same time. “Anna says lots of girls throw themselves at you. I’m sure you can find
one of them equally distracting.”
He neared. “None of them intrigue me like you do. Have you ever listened to teenage girls? It’s the most brain-numbing conversation ever.”
“You’ll find older girls at college.”
“I don’t plan that far ahead.”
He was getting far too close. I pulled open the door, but he closed it, pressing me against it. I gasped, “Brandon!”
“I’ve a better idea. Let’s let our lips do the talking, and then maybe you’ll understand where I’m coming from.”
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