Molly placed her hand on his knee. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“Yeah, well, it’s a long time ago now, but I guess it was the catalyst. I went off the rails for a few months after that, shagging around, experimenting. Men, women, groups, orgies. You name it, I tried it. Trouble was, I found I quite liked it. If you sleep around and stay clear of emotional connections, you can never get hurt. Suited me just fine.”
“I would never hurt you,” she said and gave his knee a squeeze.
“I know, Moll. But still, I didn’t want to risk losing you. I thought we had it all worked out, you and I. I thought you liked the status quo. I could live out my fantasies without involving you in my sordid life, and as far as I could see, that’s the way you wanted it. I was an idiot. I realize that now.” He looked her directly in the eyes and placed a finger under her chin, tipping her face up to his.
He’s going to kiss me!
It was the first time in all the years they’d been together that James had been this close to kissing her. Her heart raced. She closed her eyes and waited. She hadn’t even realized it until now, but she’d been waiting for that kiss since the first time she’d set eyes on James Bucklington, soon to be the ninth Earl of Croft Hall, at thirteen years old. Any second now and his lips would be on hers, uniting them together.
A rap on the door made her jolt from James. She’d so wanted him to kiss her, but the moment was gone. Their company was here, whoever their company was. Would it be Marine Man, Sia, Helix, Martie, or someone she’d never seen before? Oh God, what was I thinking?
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Moll.” He held the palm of his hand against the side of her face. The warmth from his body heat soothed her and gave her a sense of courage. She loved this man, always had, and tonight she intended to prove how much by getting a taste of what turned him on.
“Let them in,” she said as resolutely as she could manage.
He took his time, pausing to take a long swig from his wine glass, as if giving her a chance to change her mind. When she made no objection, he made his way over to the door and opened it.
Two women stood behind it. One, olive-skinned, who couldn’t have been more than twenty, and a strikingly attractive blonde in her thirties. Without a word, they both walked in. They’ve been here before. Molly knew by the way they both stripped off their outer clothes, without being prompted, and left them draped over the large sofa, which faced the bed.
She watched them undress from her position perched on the edge of the bed. She shifted uncomfortably and twiddled with the hem of her skirt for something to do. It felt wrong to watch, but she didn’t want to appear shy by turning away.
The younger woman wore beautiful black lace lingerie, together with suspender belt and stockings. Her thick, slightly frizzy dark brown hair hung to just above her breasts, which threatened to tip over the top of her sexy balconette bra. She tossed her T-shirt onto the sofa and caught sight of Molly watching her. The woman regarded her intently with huge brown eyes.
Molly gulped and shifted her gaze to James for some sign of what she should do next, but James wasn’t watching her. He was looking at the other woman, the more buxom blonde, as she wriggled out of her pencil skirt and kicked it away with her stilettoed foot. She wasn’t wearing the full regalia of the brunette, but her underwear was just as beautiful. The white see-through two piece showed off her tan to perfection. The blonde was fuller-figured, with large, rounded breasts encased in the cups of her bra, and her shaved mound was almost completely visible through her skimpy panties. She had pouty lips and heavily made-up blue eyes that settled on Molly when she finished undressing.
Molly couldn’t help comparing herself to the other two women and instantly felt a frump. No wonder James prefers sex with women like them. Why would he want me when he could have them?
She rounded her shoulders, hoping she would become invisible and wrapped the ends of her long, curly hair around her finger as she often did when she was nervous.
“Molly,” James turned away from the blonde to address her. “This is Tula and Hayley.” He gestured toward the brunette, then the blonde in turn. “Ladies, meet my beautiful wife, Molly.” They both nodded at her in greeting.
“What are we doing tonight, James?” Hayley asked and tossed back her long, expertly-curled blonde mane with a manicured hand.
“Show my wife what fun a girl-only ménage can be,” he said.
Tula flicked her head toward him.
“You not joining in, Jimmy?” She spoke with a heavy Mediterranean accent, and Molly cringed at her use of a pet name for James. He hated being called anything other than his proper name, but his face didn’t flinch.
Perhaps different rules apply in the bedroom. She gritted her teeth at the other woman’s cutesy name for her husband.
“He likes to watch girls together,” Hayley answered for him, her eyes sparkling. The thought of him watching clearly turned her on.
James nodded and took his position in the chair next to the bed.
So he’s not even going to be part of this?
The blood rushed through Molly’s head, pounding against her temple and reaching boiling point. The whole point of her getting involved in these weird sex games of his was to be a part of his life, not so he could be a bystander.
She stood up and ran to the door. There was no way she was going to be his perverted entertainment for the evening.
“I was scared my first time.” Something about Hayley’s honey-drenched voice stopped Molly in her tracks. “I promise you, you’re going to feel things you never thought possible. Watch this.” With no further explanation, she pulled Tula toward her and began to kiss her.
Molly’s feet rooted to the spot as the two women’s bodies, barely centimeters away from hers, pressed into each other. Their limbs entangled, their breasts squashed together, and their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. Molly hadn’t realized that just a kiss could be so mesmerizing. She stared, eyes wide-open, as the women lost themselves in one another. At this close proximity, she could even see the little bumps on Hayley’s nipples as the hardening peaks poked insistently against the sheer fabric of her skimpy bra.
The two women, glossy-eyed and red-cheeked from the intensity of their kiss, broke apart from each other’s lips, their arms still around each other.
“Come here, Molly.” Hayley’s sweet, sweet voice had a hypnotic effect on her.
Molly didn’t know how she came to be sandwiched between Tula and Hayley, but she was soon in the midst of their kisses and caresses. She was chest to chest with Hayley, who was working her warm, soft pouty lips from Molly’s collarbone to her ears. A delicate buzz tingled through her body with every one of Hayley’s tantalizing nibbles.
Tula was right behind, pressing her tight, lean body against Molly’s back, and kissing her neck. She reached around to Molly’s chest and massaged her breasts over the top of her cotton dress. Molly gasped at the sensual overload. Nerve-endings all over her body sang with joy as the two girls kissed and massaged her simultaneously.
Tula knew just where to rub to make Molly’s breasts swell with arousal. She rested each of Molly’s cups in her hand and flicked her fingers over her growing nipples. Her bra strained against the pressure of her boobs, which felt huge in Tula’s hands.
“I think it’s time we took this off,” Tula said. She let go of Molly’s breasts, dropped her dress straps from her shoulders, and let it fall to a cotton puddle on the floor. “There. That’s better,” she said and replaced her hands over Molly’s chest. The massage was sensational against the thin fabric of her bra without her dress getting in the way. A surge of lust flowed down Molly’s body all the way to her core, which was becoming hotter and wetter by the second.
Hayley’s mouth reached Molly’s. She’d expected it would feel strange or wrong to have a woman kiss her, but it came naturally to her. Instinctively, she opened her mouth to let Hayley’s tongue in and respond
ed by probing her own tongue in and out of the other woman’s hot mouth. Molly was more turned on than she’d ever been before. She was sure the kiss and caresses alone would have brought her to orgasm, but she held herself back. She was curious to see what else Hayley and Tula had in store for her.
She breathed a sigh of relief as Tula unclipped her bra, releasing her swollen breasts from the cage her underwear had become. From the front, Hayley peeled the bra from Molly’s body without breaking away from their kiss and let it fall to join her dress on the floor. Molly wriggled her upper body and moaned deeply as Tula squeezed her naked breasts.
“Do you like that, Molly?” Tula whispered behind her.
“Yes, yes. Don’t stop.” Molly didn’t recognize the husky voice that came from her mouth. It took her a few seconds to realize the words were her own.
What’s happening to me? I sound sexy. I feel sexy.
Molly stopped thinking and went back to enjoying the strokes, the touches, the licks.
“I don’t think you’re the only one who can’t get enough of this. Look at your husband.”
Molly opened her eyes at Tula’s comment and held her mouth still, causing Hayley to turn her kissing attention back to Molly’s neck. She looked at James sitting in the chair on the other side of the room. The mirror next to him showed her exactly what his view was. Three women, their bodies intertwined. Those on either side were in their underwear, their eyelids half closed with lust, their breasts pressed against the body of the woman between them.
Her back was arched in a provocative posture, bottom out, rubbing against the pussy of the woman behind her. Her breasts thrust forward, crushing into those of the woman in front. Her hair was a shock of red flames, hanging wild and free down to her elbows.
It was the only feature she recognized. Was that woman in the center really her? Was she really that unleashed, really that liberated? Were Hayley and Tula really that turned on by her, rubbing, kissing, and massaging her less-than-perfect body?
She peeled her gaze away from the reflection to take in James’ reaction. He looked directly back at her, a playful smile tugging at his lips. His earlier anxious expression had gone and been replaced by a look of admiration. He was low down in the chair with his legs wide apart and was still fully dressed other than his open fly. His hand was inside his jeans, and he rubbed himself as he watched the three women in front of him.
A surge of power shot up Molly’s body. For the first time in her life, she was the source of someone’s fantasy. Pleasuring her was turning them on. Waves of pure elation washed through her. This was the most enlightening experience of her life.
A new sensation between her legs took her attention away from James and back to the woman in front of her. Smooth, slender fingers were inside her panties, stroking her. She found Hayley’s lips and kissed her hungrily to show her just how good it felt. Hayley kissed her back, hard, and intensified the pressure to Molly’s sex.
From behind her, Tula sank to her knees and rolled Molly’s panties down until they lay redundant at her ankles. When she stood back up, she reached one arm around Molly’s body to fondle her breast and used the other hand to knead Molly’s buttock. The kneading got lower and lower until Tula’s hand was centimeters away from Molly’s center.
Molly gasped as both women’s fingers were at her core. Hayley slid her fingers up and down her slick-wet folds while Tula slowly pushed two digits inside her. She groaned, low, deep, and long, not caring how wild and needy it sounded. The girls responded. Hayley flicked her index finger over Molly’s swollen clit, and Tula quickened her rhythm. Molly was so wet she could hear her juices on Tula’s fingers as she pushed in and out of her.
It was a raw sound that reminded her of how carnal their act was. Carnal. Wild. Dirty. Fantastic. And she loved every second of it.
Fast, heavy breaths came from the other side of the room. She looked over. James was gripping the arm of the chair with one hand and pumping his dick hard with the other. He called out her name and bucked with the pressure of his ejaculation.
Watching him, hearing him, turned her body heat up to boiling point. The women’s fingers were all over her sex, massaging her nub, pulsing in and out of her hot, lust-soaked channel. The girls hit her spot over and over again, sending her into orgasmic convulsions that shook through her body and weakened her legs. She thought it would never end. She didn’t want it to end. She felt like a queen—a masterful, powerful queen—who had just experienced something for the first time that she wanted to feel over and over again.
The orgasm subsided, leaving her fatigued from the adrenaline come-down. She hadn’t noticed him walking over but was relieved to find James beside her, taking her weight in his strong arms, as if he knew she needed him there. She was so exhausted she was only half aware of Tula and Hayley putting their clothes on and leaving.
James scooped her up in his arms and took her to the bed. He pulled the soft cotton sheet over her naked body and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered. She wanted to reach out to pull him into the bed with her but didn’t have the energy to form the words. Below heavy eyelids, she saw him turn to her and smile before he closed the door behind him, leaving her to sleep soundly in the East Wing.
Their East Wing.
Chapter Four
The pillow beneath her head was hot and firm, and it took her sleep-hazy brain a few seconds to realize it wasn’t a pillow at all but a man’s naked chest she was resting on. She snapped her eyes open but didn’t move a muscle, afraid of waking her unidentified bedfellow. She watched his chest move up and down rhythmically with his breaths and saw the trickle of sweat between his toned pectorals glistening in the early morning sun that streamed in through the window.
The events of the previous evening flooded through her brain with a torrent of mixed emotions. Had that really been her last night, so wanton and free, curving her body against the other women’s and writhing between them as they pleasured her?
The only man in the frame had been James. Is that who she lay next to? It couldn’t be. Never once had they been in the same bed together. And never had their naked bodies touched.
She reached the only conclusion she could, and her heart began to beat double time. James was testing her for a second time. The man whose chest she’d snuggled onto in her sleep must have been introduced by James to make love to her when she woke up. Was he sitting in the chair again, watching as he had last night, waiting for her to wake?
She couldn’t deny that yesterday’s experience had made her feel sexy and liberated, especially when she’d seen how horny James had become from watching the other women pleasuring her. So now it was level two, and he wanted to see how she’d cope with screwing another man in front of him.
Anxiety snaked up her spine. Is this right? Having sex with a stranger while my husband looks on? How far does his depravity go?
Tentatively, she tipped her head back to look up at the man’s face, to identify who her husband had organized for her this time.
“James!” The shock at seeing the pointed jaw, long straight nose, and neat short sideburns of her husband forced his name out of her mouth.
He stirred at the sound and raised one fist up to his eyes to rub them. He breathed in deeply, forcing oxygen into his lungs. Her head, still resting on top of him, lifted with his chest.
He raised his head briefly to look down at her and broke into a wide grin, causing his warm brown eyes to crinkle at the corners. “Good morning, Lady Bucklington.”
Molly raised her shoulders in a self-conscious cringe as she always did in reflex reaction to when someone used her official title. This time, however, she immediately relaxed again. For the first time in her life, she actually did feel like a lady—an earl’s wife—and not some silly little girl masquerading at the role. As soon as her heart began to blossom at the thought, it shrank back again. She might have woken up with him and put a show on for him last night, but th
eir marriage remained unconsummated.
She lowered her head again to hide her sadness. He ran his fingers lightly through her hair as he often did during one of the many chaste hugs he’d given her. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of the little zings his fingers fired off in her skull. She hadn’t realized she’d been absent-mindedly circling her fingers over his chest until he placed a gentle hand over hers.
“Sorry,” she said, embarrassed, both because she’d been doing it and that he’d had to stop her. She didn’t want to overstep the mark. Just because she’d taken the first steps into his world didn’t mean she would ever get to feel what it was like to have him make love to her.
“Nothing to be sorry about, Moll Doll,” he said. “I just wanted to have my turn at doing that to you.”
He lowered his hand from her hair to cup the breast that rested on his chest. Years of pent-up passion and longing for him swirled inside her at his touch, and her nipple responded immediately by stiffening beneath his palm.
“Molly.” Her name escaped his lips in a breathy exhale. He gently pushed her by the shoulders, easing her off him onto her back. Then he pulled himself down the bed until his head was just under her arm. He rolled her over back onto her side, letting her erect nipple fall into his hot mouth.
His lips closed around the peak of her breast, and she gasped. She bit her lip as his mouth formed a vacuum around her enlarged nipple, and he sucked as if he’d been wanting to do it his whole life. Just as she thought she might come simply from the stimulation to her breast, he let her nipple loose from his lips and kissed his way down the length of her torso to her naval.
She was sweating from the heat of the sun beating through the glass and from the anticipation of where his kisses were heading. A waft of a heady scent caught in her nostrils. It was a glorious, sexy scent that she’d never smelt before. Her vanilla moisturizer from the day before combined with his masculine shampoo, pheromones, and the promise of sex. It was his scent mingling with hers. And it was delicious.
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