Quickly Harriet turned to go, but she was too late because at the same moment, Edmund turned and caught her standing there, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly parted with the excitement of what she’d seen. ‘Come to look at the view?’ he asked sardonically.
‘I’ve only just got here,’ said Harriet quickly. ‘Lewis says that we’d better be getting back. He doesn’t want to eat here, he’d rather go back to Penunan.’
‘Why?’ asked Noella, facing Harriet with a triumphant smile on her face.
‘I think he wants a rest before lunch.’
‘You mean a lie down rather than a rest I take it?’ suggested Edmund.
‘At least we’re on our honeymoon,’ responded Harriet.
‘You mean sex before lunch is reserved for honeymooners?’
Harriet was flustered. ‘No, of course not. I just meant – oh, forget it. Are you coming or not?’
‘It appears not. I can’t say the same for Noella, however. Don’t look so cross,’ he added with a smile. ‘We’ll be with you in a minute or two.’
They took the pony and trap back up the hill to the end of the village, and then walked the last hundred yards to the car park. Noella chatted all the time, saying how beautiful the village was and how amazed she’d been by the view, but Harriet was quiet and during the drive back Lewis asked her if she was all right.
‘I’m fine,’ she said, trying to erase the image of Noella moving up and down on Edmund’s lap while the waves crashed onto the rocks below them.
‘Not tired? I wondered if the jet lag was catching up with you.’
‘No,’ she said quickly, ‘I’m not tired.’
He put out a hand and squeezed her knee. ‘That’s good.’
Back at Penruan, Noella disappeared to have a rest, Edmund went into the lounge to make some telephone calls. Lewis started to go up the stairs towards their bedroom but Harriet stopped him.
‘Let’s do it somewhere else,’ she said huskily.
‘Sure, where did you have in mind?’
‘Outside somewhere, in the grounds?’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t think we can. I saw Oliver wandering around when we got back.’
‘There must be somewhere,’ said Harriet, still unable to get the picture of Edmund and Noella out of her mind.
‘I know. How about the conservatory? It should be warm enough with the sun on it, and the furniture there looks comfortable. There’s always the risk that someone might see through the french windows, but—’
‘I don’t care about the risk,’ said Harriet. ‘Please, Lewis, let’s try the conservatory.’
‘Anything to keep my wife happy!’ he agreed cheerfully.
The conservatory was large and warm, the glass roof making it exceptionally light as well. A thickly padded two-seater wicker sofa seemed the most comfortable place and Lewis was just about to take off his clothes when Harriet stopped him. ‘Keep them on,’ she murmured. ‘I want you inside me now. I don’t want to wait any longer.’
Lewis looked thoughtfully at her. ‘What were Edmund and Noella up to on the cliff top?’
‘Nothing, well, they were looking at the view but nothing else, why?’
‘Because you haven’t seemed the same since you went to fetch them. I’d rather undress, Harriet. I like to feel your skin against mine.’
Harriet hesitated, but then quickly started to take off her sundress, peeling off the T-shirt beneath with almost indecent haste so that Lewis could see that she hadn’t bothered with any underwear that morning.
As soon as he was naked he went to lie Harriet down on the sofa but this time she was determined to have things her own way. ‘Sit on the edge,’ she said, almost frantic for them to get on with it. ‘Then I can sit on top of you.’
He obeyed, but instead of sitting on his lap facing him, as she usually did, Harriet stood with her back to him, put her legs on each side of his and then eased herself onto his rock-hard erection, feeling the satisfying width of him as it filled her aching emptiness.
Lewis ran his hands up over her ribs until they cupped the undersides of her breasts, feeling the softly swelling flesh in his palms. He kissed the side of her neck and his fingers began to tease her rigid nipples.
‘No, grip my waist, please,’ she urged him.
‘I’m enjoying this,’ protested Lewis, still half-amused by her apparent inability to wait.
‘I want you to hold my waist,’ she said fiercely, and for the first time Lewis began to have a suspicion about what was happening. Even so he complied, but inside he felt a moment’s disquiet.
As his hands gripped each side of her body Harriet started to rise and fall in small movements, as similar to Noella’s as she could manage. ‘Help me!’ she gasped, and taking up her rhythm Lewis began to raise and lower her until the smouldering heat, that had lingered between her thighs ever since the moment she’d seen Noella and Edmund on the clifftop, started to flare outwards and her belly tightened with an impending climax.
‘Slow down,’ whispered Lewis. ‘If you’re not careful it will all be over too soon.’
‘I want it to be over,’ cried Harriet. ‘I need to come now,’ and she tried to increase the pace.
Lewis could tell by her breathing and the soft receptive moistness of her internal walls gripping his erection that she was almost ready to climax, but he could also tell that this had nothing to do with him. She’d been aroused and wanting sex from the moment she’d returned to him at Polperro harbour.
Now his hands were less than gentle around her waist and he moved her so rapidly that even she was taken by surprise. The tendrils of arousal turned into stabbing spears that lanced through her entire body and then every muscle in her started to go rigid as her climax approached.
Lewis was determined not to be left behind and he let all thoughts of a long drawn-out session of lovemaking fade away as he too was caught up in her frantic urgency. As the walls of her vagina began to tighten around him in the first spasms of her orgasm, he felt the highly sensitive tip of his penis tingle even more intensely. Harriet reached behind her and drew her fingernails lightly over his hipbone; he gasped and then his orgasm rushed upwards at the same time as Harriet’s body finally went into an almost painfully intense series of muscular contractions that left her shattered and totally replete.
Outside the french windows, Oliver Kesby watched in silence, his manhood pressing painfully against the constrictions of his shorts. He resolved there and then that this time he was definitely going to get involved with his new tenants.
‘That was incredible,’ breathed Harriet, falling back against Lewis.
Lewis didn’t reply, and neither did he pull her closer and cuddle her as he normally did after lovemaking. Instead he put her none too gently to one side and started to pick up his clothes. ‘The next time Edmund and Noella turn you on, I suggest you use them to satisfy you as well,’ he said shortly. ‘I like to know I have your full attention at times like this.’
Harriet looked at him in dismay. ‘Didn’t you enjoy it?’
‘It was good sex if that’s what you mean. Unfortunately I had something more intimate in mind.’
‘You’re the one who wants me to be turned on by Edmund!’ shouted Harriet as he walked out of the conservatory. ‘What’s the matter, don’t you like your own storyline?’
As he made his way upstairs, Lewis was asking himself the same thing.
Chapter Four
* * *
By mid-afternoon even Noella agreed that it was warm enough to use the outdoor pool, and, armed with sunscreen, a floppy scarlet straw hat and a knee-length cotton cover-up, she set out across the lawns. Harriet, who simply took a T-shirt to slip over her bikini, wondered why it was that the Americans made every pleasure, from enjoying the sun to eating clotted cream, seem like a sin.
Edmund had a pair of hand-made Italian slacks on over his swimming trunks but his chest was bare and Harriet couldn’t help comparing his body with that of Lewis. W
here Lewis’s chest was covered in a profusion of dark hair, Edmund’s lightly tanned skin only had small amounts of curly brown hair around his nipples that travelled down in a thin line that disected his stomach and thickened slightly before it disappeared beneath the waistband of his slacks. He was of slighter build than Lewis, but not as slender as Harriet had expected and his tight chest muscles suggested that he kept himself very fit.
‘Where’s Lewis?’ asked Edmund, walking beside Harriet while Noella went on ahead.
‘On the telephone, as usual. He said he’ll join us in a few minutes.’
‘Is the bikini for swimming in, or purely decorative purposes?’ he enquired with a smile.
‘Oh it’s multi-functional. I can look decorative and swim at the same time.’
‘I’m sure you can; in fact, it’s hard to imagine you looking anything other than decorative,’ he observed.
‘Hey, these loungers are quite comfortable,’ called Noella, settling herself down beside the pool and covering herself liberally with sun cream.
‘For someone who’s so bothered about the sun you’ve got a very good tan,’ remarked Harriet.
‘Fake, honey. It’s all from a bottle; you won’t catch me burning in the sun or frying to death on a sunbed. Edmund, can you do my back for me?’
Edmund took the bottle from her and then spread the lotion over her shoulders, legs and arms, all of which were left exposed by her striking blue and white swimsuit with its contrasting diagonal floral pattern. ‘Roll over, I’ll do your back,’ he said when he’d finished, and with a sigh of contentment Noella obeyed.
Watching him work the lotion into Noella’s skin, Harriet tried to imagine how his supple fingers would feel on her flesh, and what the sensation would be like if the fingers were then to stray into the inside of her bikini bottom.
‘Keep right on, sweetheart,’ whispered Noella when he’d finished but Edmund merely straightened up and turned to Harriet.
‘Would you like some on you? We don’t want you getting burnt and having to stay out of the sun for the next week.’
Harriet stared at him, her eyes wide; he stared back at her, his fingers gripping the tube of suncream tightly. ‘Perhaps that’s a good idea,’ she conceded, ‘although I don’t usually burn.’
‘Lie down on the lounger next to Noella’s. I’ll start with your back.’ His voice was brisk and impersonal, and Harriet wondered if she’d imagined the look of desire in his eyes a moment earlier. Stretching out on her stomach she tensed in anticipation of his first touch.
‘Relax,’ he said softly. ‘What do you think I’m going to do to you?’
‘I hate the first bit of cream going on, it’s always so cold,’ said Harriet, hoping he’d accept her explanation.
‘Personally I like contrasts,’ he responded, his fingers moving lazily over her flesh. ‘Cold cream on hot skin, warm water on cold flesh, they’re exquisite contrasts.’
His fingers were exquisite too. They skimmed across the surface of her body and brought every nerve ending to life so that when he’d finished she tingled all over her back. ‘Now for the front,’ he said calmly. Harriet rolled over, keeping her eyes closed to blot out the sight of him. As his fingers touched the fragile bones at the base of her neck she felt a sudden surge of desire and her nipples hardened, brushing against the flimsy fabric of her bikini. Her stomach muscles jumped nervously and she deliberately tried to slow her breathing as a wonderful glowing sensation began to spread through her.
With careful strokes of his fingers, Edmund spread the cream across the exposed tops of her breasts, now thrust upwards by her position, and he felt the tissue swell beneath his hands. Without thinking, Harriet gave a soft sigh and arched her back a little to allow him easier access.
‘What’s going on here?’ called Lewis, his voice breaking into her sensual reverie.
‘Harriet was worried she’d burn,’ explained Edmund, offering the tube to Lewis. ‘Here, you take over.’
Harriet opened her eyes and stared up at the two men standing over her. Lewis looked down at her, his dark eyes unfathomable. ‘You carry on,’ he said to Edmund, after only the slightest hesitation. ‘I’ve got some more calls to make.’
‘You haven’t brought your phone out here,’ complained Harriet.
‘He’s a busy man,’ Edmund reminded her. ‘Come on, let me finish and then you can go in the water. Can you move your legs a little wider apart?’
Harriet continued to stare up at her husband and suddenly he smiled at her, ran his fingers through her hair and then moved away to sit in the shade, leaving Edmund free to work on her legs.
Slowly Harriet parted her thighs and felt Edmund’s hands massaging cream into the tops of her feet, and the place where the skin was stretched tightly over her ankle bones, before moving up over her calf muscles and then, at last, he was rubbing the cool cream into her burning thighs.
Despite herself, Harriet knew that her legs were trembling, and when he spread his fingers wide and eased some of the lotion into the joins of her thighs she was horrified to realise that there was a tightness behind her clitoris, a tightness that always meant the start of her body’s ascent to a climax.
Suddenly she rolled sideways off the lounger, nearly falling into the pool in the process. ‘That’s enough,’ she said, her voice just a fraction too high to sound casual, ‘I want to swim now.’
Edmund nodded, and Harriet was aware that he knew precisely how she felt and why she’d moved at the moment she did. ‘Go ahead,’ he agreed. ‘Noella, are you going in?’
Noella, who’d been watching the pair through her sunglasses, sat up and put her legs to the ground. ‘I’ll just dabble my feet in the water,’ she announced. ‘Harriet can tell me how cold it is.’
As Harriet lowered herself into the pool, Oliver Kesby appeared from the direction of the pitch-and-putt course. He smiled at Noella who raised a hand in greeting.
‘Is the pool all right for you?’ he asked.
Harriet, who’d just dipped her shoulders beneath the surface, stood upright again, trying to stop her teeth from chattering. ‘Fine,’ she assured him. ‘At least, it should be fine once I start swimming. There’s only a problem if you try and keep still.’
‘I expect it’s warmer where you live,’ replied Oliver, eyeing Noella appreciatively. Her large firm breasts were clearly defined beneath the swimsuit and he found her tanned shoulders and limbs highly arousing.
‘We heat our pools,’ retorted Noella.
Oliver nodded. ‘I’d like to, but the cost would be astronomical and not many people holiday in Cornwall these days. They fly off to America, to Disneyland and Orlando.’
‘You’re blaming us for the cold water are you?’ asked Edmund, standing up and removing his slacks.
‘Not you personally,’ said Oliver hastily.
‘Edmund isn’t an American!’ laughed Noella. ‘That’s probably the biggest insult you could offer him. Isn’t that right, honey?’
But Edmund, who’d dived in and was now moving through the water with a powerful crawl, didn’t hear her.
Noella watched him catch up with Harriet in the deep end, and saw the two of them become immersed in a conversation that entailed a great deal of laughter, despite the fact that laughter didn’t come easily to her husband. With the slightest of frowns she turned her attention back to Oliver. ‘Do you swim?’ she asked.
‘All the year round, although during the winter months I use the local baths.’
‘What else do you do to keep fit?’ asked Noella.
His pale blue eyes looked uneasy. ‘Oh, you know, a bit of weight-lifting, some karate, that kind of thing.’
‘Very macho. How about women?’
‘Women?’
‘Sure, you know, people like me!’
Oliver’s mouth tightened. ‘I do know what a woman is.’
‘I’m sure you do, honey, and how to treat them. All I meant was, is there a special woman in your life right now?’
‘Yeah, right now.’
‘There wasn’t, until yesterday,’ he answered softly.
Noella smiled. ‘You know, that was just the answer I was hoping to hear. Where’s this little cottage of yours?’
Oliver pointed to a gap between some nearby trees. ‘Over there.’
‘You in this evening?’
For the first time he looked a little nervous. ‘I should be, but …’
Noella saw him glance at Edmund, who was now pulling Harriet around in the water. ‘Don’t worry about my husband, I can take care of him. Will you be in?’
The temptation was too great for Oliver to resist. He knew that it was a mistake, that this woman and her friends were out of his league, but at this moment the thought of actually touching a woman like Noella, let alone making love to her, was irresistible. ‘Yes, I’ll be in,’ he promised.
‘Great, I’ll see you later then.’ With that Noella lay back on her lounger, put her glasses on again and closed her eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, Oliver left them. He had a lot of tidying up to do if Noella was going to keep her word.
In the pool Harriet was laughing as Edmund put his hands on her waist and lifted her in and out of the water. Every time she re-entered the pool she found herself nearer to his body until finally she was actually brushing against him and their legs entwined so that his upper thigh was between hers. ‘I want you, Harriet,’ he whispered. ‘I want to make love to you, to hear you cry out for me the way you cried out for Lewis last night. You know that, don’t you?’ Harriet nodded, the pressure against her pubic bone was delicious and she didn’t want it to stop.
‘I’ll give you pleasure in ways you’ve never dreamt of,’ he continued, his hands tightening against her bare waist. ‘You saw me with Noella in Polperro, didn’t you?’ Again Harriet nodded. ‘Well, I’ll take you like that, out in the open where people might come along at any moment. I know you’d enjoy it. I’m right, aren’t I?’ Again she nodded, feeling the water move against her vulva as their legs trod water together.
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