“I am quite fine, sir.” She giggled, and her robust figure jiggled slightly from the exuberance.
“And, Mary, how do you fare this fine morning?” Indeed the day was improving with every tick of the clock.
“I too am quite fine today and most days, sir.” Her dark eyes swallowed his discomfort at being here as if he somehow read her thoughts before she’d even spoken them.
They both possessed stunning beauty. Though Mary had one advantage over Olivia in that she stood only to his shoulder, which for him was a reward in itself. He fell short of most men in height, and she was one of very few who did not match him.
Sophia was another.
He closed the door to the bathhouse and steam flowed all around him. Stepping forward, he unbuttoned his greatcoat and placed the garment on the hook by the door. He turned to find Olivia and Mary standing and facing him.
“What do you wish us to do for you, sir?”
Good question. He had no idea. Anne had called this his physical inspection to see if either of the girls met his needs. He had never done anything like this. His heart beat rapidly in his chest and his hand rose and touched his chin. What to do was a good question.
Both women portrayed a vision of loveliness, and by the smells of their cunny oil, they were more than ready for his inspection of the passions in the act.
He strode toward them and grasped one of each of the girl’s hands. Olivia’s plush hand fit securely in his whereas his other hand dwarfed Mary’s petite fingers. His gaze darted back and forth between them. What to do? A physical inspection would be a start.
“I wish for you both to undress for me.”
Olivia giggled and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “Oh, indeed, sir. Shall you undress for us, too?”
His lips quirked up and up again at her playful, coy attitude. “That I shall. That I shall.”
“Oh, good.” Mary’s small hand squeezed his. His gaze went to her, and she beamed up at him. The excitement of the moment shown so clearly in her eye. Her eyes expressed so much. Just like Sophia’s. He shook his head.
Stop thinking of her, Quinton. You will only end up raining on the moment. You need to give these girls a chance. Sophia will be there when this is over.
He released the girls’ hands and turned and sat on the large marble ledge of the bathhouse.
Do this, Quinton. Finding a new wife is for your own good.
“I will greatly enjoy savoring both of your charms. Mary, I wish you to disrobe first.”
Mary stared him straight in the eyes and smiled. Her hands rose to the cotton ribbon that held the neckline of her shift tight. Dainty fingers wrapped the string and she pulled. The bow untied, and the crisp cotton shift slipped slightly down her shoulder revealing rich creamy peach skin, which reddened upon his stare.
A blush. How delightful.
“Slip it down your shoulders, Mary.”
How far did her modesty reach? Would she do all he asked but simply blush a deeper red? He intended to find out.
Her fingertips slid beneath the loose collar and along her collarbone. Reaching the shoulder, she hesitated and her gaze snapped back to his. He smiled at her, reassuring her with a smile that this was indeed what he wished. He was pleased with her and this moment no doubt would exceed his expectations.
“Once you have disrobed, Mary, I would like you to disrobe Olivia. You both will get more acquainted this day.”
Her eyes widened but a glint of thrill flashed in their depths. Her fingers pushed the fabric over her shoulder and the garment fell to her elbow. Her breasts stood in small rounded mounds with coral-tipped nipples. Succulent fruit ready to be plucked and devoured. His mouth watered. He would indeed taste them.
She unbent her elbow and the garment fell the rest of the way down her body to pool at her feet on the gray marble floor. Stunning! Small and waiflike her personality radiated from her as if her body was too small for all she could do.
“Very nice, Mary. You are a vision of loveliness so acute, you will undo any fine gentleman’s restraint. Now for Olivia.” He continued to stare at Mary. Her loveliness mesmerized him.
Quinton swallowed the large lump in his throat. Never had he even imagined doing such a thing. Well that was a bit of a jest; of course, he had imagined seeing two women together doing as he willed. He simply had never comprehended he could get two women of breeding to do this in front of him.
Mary turned to Olivia and undid the tie to her shift. Then walking around behind her loosened the shoulders and slid her sift down her arms. The fabric caught on her hard nipples.
Olivia giggled and shimmied her shoulders, shaking her large breasts. She was the livelier of the two women. He certainly made note of her enthusiasm for the final evaluation.
He held in a chuckle to himself. Her laugh would either be a source of constant smiles or scowls. The shift slid down her body to reveal a woman with shapely curves. Her breasts were large and round, her hips swelled in a wave down to her plush thighs. She was a woman like one would see in a painting, but a half stone too much.
Nevertheless two very beautiful women stood before him. Beautiful and very different. He closed his eyes and Sophia’s green eyes, her medium-sized breasts and generous hips flashed to mind. Sigh.
How could he stop her image from coming to mind when he did what he needed to. He couldn’t.
“Stand back-to-back please.”
Olivia and Mary complied. Mary’s head came to the middle of Olivia’s shoulder blades.
Quinton stood and walked to the two women. He stood facing Olivia. Her breasts were her most handsome physical feature and her light heart was her advantage in personality. He reached out and circled the tip of her nipple. Her body trembled, and a deep throaty purr erupted from her.
A noise as such, he could get used to hearing upon his touch. He trailed his fingers down her stomach to her hips. She shifted and separated her legs slightly for him. His fingers dipped down between her legs and into the warm oil of her cunny lips.
Her hips rotated to ease the entry of his fingers into her pussy and to maximize the friction of his vigorous digits.
“Mmmm, you are delightfully wet, Olivia.” He slid his fingers deeper back until he found her pussy hole. One fingertip, he slid into her opening. She spread her hips and bent her knees slightly to allow him easier access to her. Her legs shook and her hand wrapped his forearm for stability. Indeed, she wanted him.
He pushed all the way into her, his palm rubbing on her bliss button. The warm velvet walls of her cunt grasped his finger as if holding onto something she held dear. “Your cunny is wonderfully tight. Do you wish for more of my attentions, Olivia? Would you like me to finger-frig you until you spend?”
“Oh, indeed, sir. Indeed. You may do whatever you wish to me, sir.” Her chest labored in and out.
How quickly would she spend for him? He rubbed his palm against her plush mound and wiggled his finger in out of her. The slick spongy walls of her cunt grasped his hand. Her legs shook and her breath came in labored puffs. She leaned against him and her fingers dug into the fine tweed of his jacket.
“Oh, sir. Oh yes, more of that, please.”
“You do like that, don’t you?”
He wiggled his palm from side to side as the bud of her sex throbbed beneath his touch. His other hand trailed up to her breast, and he pinched her bud. Such a succulent peach, her juices quickly coated his adventuresome digits buried deep in her cunt.
She screamed. “Ahhhhhhh!”
Her body shook and the walls of her pussy grasped hard to his finger.
A nice spend, indeed, but nothing like Sophia’s. When Sophia spent her entire body came alive. She gushed her spend from her like an erupting volcano or waterfall washing his hand or his prick in delicious molten warmth. He inhaled deep. If you keep comparing them to her, you will never be satisfied with one of them. Appreciate them for who they are, Quinton.
“Delightful, Olivia. You are so filled wit
h salacious pleasure.”
She straightened herself and released his arm. “Indeed you have wonderful fingers, sir.”
“Thank you, Olivia. I enjoyed frigging you.”
Quinton stepped to the left and around to Mary. Her long black hair hung in a thick black sheen down to her bottom. Her waiflike form covered almost entirely in hair. He smiled down at her. Raising his hand he ran his fingers through the long silk-soft tresses. “Your hair is stunning, Mary.”
“Thank you.” The words barely a whisper passed though parted plush lips. He licked his. He would indeed like to kiss her.
He let his hands glide down her waist to her hips. There he grasped her and pulled her slightly toward him. Her hands fluttered up and braced his chest, holding herself slightly from his body.
A tremor ran thought him. Indeed, he wanted her. He walked his fingers around to her bottom and dipped into the crack of her bum. Dew met his fingers. Ah, she was aroused. He slid the tip of his finger down the soft skin at the base of the crevice. His hand wrapped the swell of her bottom and his fingers slipped into the folds of her cunny.
A whimper bubbled in her chest, and her fingers gasped the lapels of his tweed coat.
He couldn’t quite reach the opening to her cunny. Reaching down with his opposite hand, he scooped her up.
“Wrap your legs about me, Mary.”
Mary complied. Her small figure light and airy wrapped his body. Her pussy opened to his fingers as she held herself to him. Three fingers slid into her slit. Creamy thick custard met his touch, and he pushed farther in. Her body jerked as her hands pulled at his shoulders. She lifted her body and sank back down onto his fingers, frigging herself on his hand, as he held still. She moaned and worked her body against him. Her cunt opened and opened to him. Her muscles loosened with each deep press onto his hand.
He tucked his thumb and pinky together against the tips of his other fingers to make a wider cone for her to ride on. He imagined his thick cock in his fingers’ place. She would easily accommodate him.
She slid back down onto him, and the new width of his fingers elicited a shudder and a deeper moan from her. He pushed up and she pushed down; her skin stretched about his probe.
She continued to push down. “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” His fingers slid in up to his knuckles. His eyes widened: with just a little pressure from him, his entire hand would slide into her pussy.
She rose back up and slid back down his fingers. With his hand covered in her thick white cream, his knuckles slipped in and he wiggled his fingers inside her.
She screamed. The slick creamy walls of her clutched and then released his fingers’ assault. Her body shook and trembled as she steadied herself on his hand. She stilled herself and moaned.
His heart pounded in his chest. “Everything well, Mary?” She was so light. If she had been heavier, like Olivia or Sophia, this position would have been impossible.
“Indeed, sir. Oh how I adore this. I feel so full, so stretched.”
He pushed a little more, and a fraction more of his hand slid into her. Her body convulsed and her muscles grabbed his hand in a grip that made him tremble to the core. What would her cunny’s grip feel like about his cock? His peg twitched in his breeches he wanted to find out. He slowly pulled his hand out of her.
Every miniscule retraction his hand made, her body quaked in his arms. His fingers left her gaping.
She slid down his body and he held her steady for a moment as her feet hit the ground.
“Amazing.” Olivia’s voice came from just behind Mary.
“Indeed. I think so as well.” Quinton said, and swallowed.
“Do we get to inspect you as well, sir?” Mary’s hands slid down his torso and lightly grazed his cock. My God he wanted such, but he knew where that would lead. Both of them being his possible wife, he simply could not allow himself to do such a thing before they were wed. Thoughts of their tongues entwined about his peg, before sampling their sweet cunts, was more than any decent man could resist. He needed to; one of them, after all, would be his wife.
“No, sweet girls. You are both stunning and have your very own true talents and advantages.” He reached up and wiped their cunt scents on each of their cheeks. He needed release and he needed to think which of these women would fit him.
“Finish your morning bath, ladies, and we will meet back at the house.” Quinton’s heart hammered in his chest. He had never ever desired finger-frigging a woman that hard, but now that he had, he wanted to do it again, and this time to Sophia. God, he could just imagine the gush of fluid that would run down his hand and arm. She would scream so loud that all the neighbors would know she was fully claimed by him and him alone. He closed his eyes as Mary and Olivia and the sweet feel of each one’s pussy came to mind.
Which one cunny varied most from Sophia’s? He should keep his activities as varied as possible to experience the most from life. Though Sophia was of high blood, she had accepted him into her bed with very little persuasion, and he had no doubt she would continue doing so. He grinned. That he certainly could count on from her.
Quinton pulled open the door to the bathhouse and stepped out onto the path back to the house. He could go see her now. His heart wanted to and his cock wanted release after the temptation of the two women he pleasured. He sighed. What would she think of him if she knew he had just finger-frigged two women? What would she say when he told her he would wed one of these ladies?
His stomach twisted. She would leave him. That he knew for certain. Until he made a decision on which woman he would wed there truly was no reason to tangle things up. He would keep the pretense up for a bit longer.
Chapter 5
Sophia and Alistair walked along looking for Bo. They checked by the pond where he loved to chase the ducks but he was not there. Her heart beat in her chest as panic sliced through her. How could she be so careless to simply leave him be for her own curiosity? Her heart sank to the bottom of her heels.
“Don’t worry, ma’am. He knows this area.”
“Yes he does.”
“Then don’t fret. As any good mutt knows where food and warmth reside; when he gets hungry he will be home.”
That did make sense. She simply worried he would get lost and not know where home was.
“You are worried he will not know how to come home. Dogs have an amazing sense of smell, so you don’t have to worry about him finding his way. He will come back to you.”
She nodded her head and hoped he was correct.
“I have raised several pups and know what I am speaking of, ma’am. You have no worries; perhaps he is already at your home. Shall we venture to your bed so I may take my pleasure with you?” He grinned at her.
His pleasure…indeed. He was not different than Quinton in that regard. She stared at him and the sensations of his cock sliding so effortlessly into the opening of her pussy danced in her head. She wanted to forget about Quinton and his broken promise and do for another man.
She glanced up at Alistair from beneath her lashes. Trying to assess simply how serious he was about taking his pleasure, nothing more.
“Alistair, will you take me, nothing more? I have simply received a bit of information that should have caused a fit of vapors today and I don’t wish any complications. Simply enjoyment. Nothing more than simple pleasure to help me feel better.”
He stopped still and turned to her. “Dear sweet miss. You are something of an oddity for a blooded educated woman.” He laughed. “Pleasure with no complications is all my history speaks.”
Her lips quirked up. “Indeed, sir. Silly question. I suppose I simply needed to know.”
“You have nothing to fret with me. I am very well at perusing my own pleasure, ma’am. I shall help you to forget your love with a time you will not soon forget.”
“Well then, sir. We shall see if Bo has wandered home.”
Alistair cringed at the pain that was so very evident in Sophia’s voice. He wanted to protect her from the uncert
ainties that were Lord Quinton. Lord Quinton undoubtedly felt for Sophia. That was certain. He simply would not commit to her. Alistair had no inkling of why.
He would discover that reason. Even if it required him to sit by the fire with Sophia and listen to her woes.
“Indeed, ma’am. Let’s see if Bo is at home. On the way please tell me what it is you so wished with Lord Quinton.” Stop this, Alistair. Never have you wished the knowledge of a person’s woe other than a bad port or blunt blown on a horse slower than a pig at the pole. Fresh air certainly had ill effect on his mind.
Her face flushed a brilliant shade of crimson. His chest tightened. How far did the sweet miss blush? Was the mound of her sex a rosy hue as they walked?
“Ah, well. I see we shall have a very interesting conversation on the way back. Shall I start with a question or do you simply wish to confess all your scandalous thoughts?”
Her eyes widened and she glared at him.
“Come now, Miss Sophia. I know your thoughts are so very less than innocent.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard it all before. Sophia was a well-bred second or third or even lower sister. She married and happened to simply have her husband die at Waterloo. The boredom from arranged marriages caused most women to simply want to feel. So what were Miss Sophia’s thoughts? Were they wicked or were they simply of settling down and marrying again?
“Very well, Alistair. When I met Lord Quinton, he was a pure gentleman toward me. He courted me like any other woman with higher blood. He took me driving in his pantheon, picnics on the estate in the gardens. He then kissed me…” Her voice trailed off and the look in her eyes grew dreamy. “I had never been kissed the likes before. It was as if every bit of me burst into flames. I simply didn’t know what to do. He continued to kiss me and one thing led to another, and we futtered right there in his gardens. Shame overcame me afterward, and I refused to see him for some time. But that one time had been so delightful after several days of him pursuing me, I decided the next time he came by we simply would futter again.”
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