Lewis frowned. ‘I shouldn’t say what?’
‘That she can do anything she likes.’
Lewis sighed. ‘Don’t you see, Noella, I have to say that, otherwise I might lose her.’
Noella frowned. ‘Lose Mrs Webster?’
Lewis’s dark eyes turned even darker and his mouth tightened. ‘I wasn’t talking about Mrs Webster.’
‘No,’ said Noella softly. ‘I’ve just realised that.’
After they’d begun to eat, an awkward silence descended. For once Noella’s bubbly chatter seemed to have deserted her, and Lewis seemed to be brooding on something, while Edmund, never particularly talkative, was always quite happy to remain silent.
Feeling slightly desperate, Harriet decided to try to draw Noella out a little. ‘I’ve never heard the name Noella before,’ she remarked. ‘Is it common in your part of America?’
‘Do you mean in strip clubs?’ enquired Edmund smoothly.
Noella flashed him a look of puzzled annoyance. ‘It’s not my real name, honey,’ she replied. ‘I was christened Ella. It seems I was a real handful because my parents were forever having to say “no” to me, so much so that the first time I was asked what my name was I said it was “No Ella” and it seemed to stick.’
Harriet laughed. ‘That’s a wonderful story.’
‘The whole of Noella’s life’s a wonderful story,’ said Edmund.
Lewis felt another twinge of unease. He’d never known Edmund and Noella bicker publicly with each other, and it seemed to him that it was Edmund causing most of the trouble. He wished that he’d taken the trouble to check out the state of the Mitchells’ marriage before he’d set up this scenario, but it was too late to change the cast now.
‘Did you see the pitch-and-putt course, Edmund?’ asked Lewis, deciding it was time he tried to smooth things over a little.
Edmund nodded. ‘Going to try and take some money off me, are you?’
‘As long as you haven’t been having golf lessons behind my back, yes.’
‘I don’t do anything behind your back,’ said Edmund.
Lewis tried to smile, knowing that he must encourage rather than discourage the situation that was already developing. ‘I’m glad to hear it. I must say, I thought the grounds looked wonderful. Hopefully the sun will shine enough for you girls to use the pool.’
‘I suppose Oliver services it,’ said Harriet.
‘He’ll probably service anything we ask him to,’ retorted Edmund. ‘What do you think, Noella?’
His wife smiled over-brightly at him. ‘I reckon you’re right, honey. I certainly intend to make sure we get full value for money while we’re here.’
‘She’s more careful with your money than she is with mine,’ complained Edmund, but he smiled as he spoke. Harriet wasn’t sure if the remark was meant to be taken seriously or not.
Listening to the other couple, Lewis suddenly didn’t care. He’d finished his lasagne, had no desire for a dessert and no desire for coffee. All that he wanted now was to take Harriet upstairs and consummate their marriage.
To everyone’s surprise including his own, he stood up, nearly tipping his chair over in his haste. ‘I’m sure you two won’t mind if Harriet and I go up now,’ he said, his eyes smoky with desire. Noella felt her stomach turn over as she thought of the kind of night that lay ahead for Harriet.
‘No coffee?’ asked Edmund in mock-surprise.
‘Not here; if I drink anything it’s going to be champagne in the bedroom.’
‘But what will you drink it from?’ continued Edmund, his gaze challenging. ‘A glass, or something more exciting?’
‘Definitely not a glass. Harriet, what do you say?’
Harriet hadn’t yet finished her lasagne, but she wasn’t hungry for food, and hadn’t been when the meal began. Like Lewis she was suddenly consumed with need and, blushing very slightly, she too pushed her chair back from the table. ‘It has been a long day,’ she admitted.
‘No doubt it will be matched with a long night,’ murmured Edmund beneath his breath. Harriet heard him, but she didn’t acknowledge the words. At that moment all that interested her was Lewis.
‘Well,’ exclaimed Noella as the couple left the room, ‘I guess that’s what being newly married does for you. It sure beats being told to take a bath on my own.’
‘Don’t worry,’ said Edmund, ‘I’ll make it up to you later.’
‘She’s cute, isn’t she – Harriet, I mean,’ said Noella.
Edmund nodded. ‘She’s very cute, she’s also very intelligent and extremely good company. All in all I’d say she’s more than Lewis deserves.’
‘Really? Why do you say that?’ enquired Noella, moving towards the door as she went to fetch their desserts.
‘You know Lewis, he’s too selfish. For him fiction is always more interesting than fact. Who else would have let Rowena Farmer slip through their fingers?’
‘I was never sure she did slip, honey,’ replied Noella, placing a bowl of strawberries and a pot of clotted cream in front of him. ‘I had the feeling she was dropped by those capable-looking hands.’
‘Still a very strange thing to do; although I suppose Harriet might persuade a man to do strange things.’
‘She isn’t nearly as beautiful as Rowena,’ retorted Noella, looking longingly at the cream but then remembering her already ample curves.
‘She’s far more sensual,’ said Edmund, dipping one of the strawberries into the cream, lifting it to his mouth and slowly biting off the end with even, white teeth.
‘How do you know?’
‘A man can tell these things. Rowena was a sex goddess, Harriet’s real. I can imagine her…’ His voice tailed off as he put the rest of the strawberry into his mouth.
‘Imagine her doing what?’ asked Noella sharply.
Edmund gave a soft sigh of pleasure. ‘All kinds of things,’ he murmured.
Suddenly Noella’s eyes brightened. ‘Do you think she might be interested in joining us?’ she asked eagerly.
Edmund smiled at her. ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I remember the film starlet in Cannes; we had some fun that year, didn’t we?’
‘But would Harriet be interested?’
‘I’m not sure,’ admitted Edmund. ‘She might take some persuading.’
Noella nodded. Knowing that Edmund was very interested in Lewis’s new wife, and having no desire to lose him to her, she’d decided that the best solution was to encourage him, providing she was involved as well. ‘Why not try and persuade her, then?’ she suggested. ‘If she likes you enough, maybe she’ll be happy to follow your suggestions.’
‘That sounds like a very good idea,’ agreed Edmund, his mind already picturing the moment when he and Harriet would become lovers. ‘So good that I think it deserves a reward.’
Noella felt her pulse rate increase and she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. ‘Do I get to choose the reward?’
Edmund shook his head. ‘I choose, but you’re guaranteed satisfaction.’
Noella had to be content with that.
As Noella and Edmund discussed their plans, Harriet was standing on the polished pine floor of their bedroom, the backs of her thighs resting against the side of their king-size wrought-iron white bed, while Lewis slowly began to unlace the bodice of her dress.
The room was light and spacious with beautifully framed prints on the walls and vases of sweet-smelling flowers on each of the highly polished bedside tables, but Harriet didn’t notice the decor, she was totally focused on Lewis and the expression of hunger in his eyes as his hands moved to undress her.
At last the dress was peeled off her shoulders and Harriet stepped out of it, leaving it in a crumpled heap at her feet. While Lewis unfastened the clip at the front of her lacy white bra, Harriet started to unbutton his shirt, her fingers clumsy in her haste.
‘Slow down,’ whispered Lewis. ‘We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.’
Harriet knew that, but she
still couldn’t slow down. Her desire for him was rising rapidly, and when she felt her breasts freed from the constraints of the bra she made a tiny sound of pleasure. Her fingers worked quickly, until at last she was able to open up his shirt and move forward to press her aching breasts against his chest.
As she rubbed herself against him, Lewis felt her nipples hardening. He stroked her long brown hair, running his fingers through its golden streaks and pushing it back off her face, his fingers brushing her scalp in a soothing regular rhythm.
Harriet closed her eyes to savour the sensations. Next his hands moved to her back, caressing between her shoulder blades and then her shoulders and down the sides of her arms until all her skin started to tingle and with a soft moan she thrust her pelvis forward. Lewis shifted position until his right thigh was between her legs and Harriet pressed her pubic bone hard against it, so that gradually the lower half of her body started to come to life as well.
Lewis had managed to remove all of his clothes now, but Harriet was still wearing her french knickers. She felt his large hands slide inside the wide legs of her panties until he was grasping her buttocks, and his fingers softly squeezed and released the imprisoned flesh, sending sweet darts of pleasure through her lower belly.
Drawing back a little, Lewis lowered his head and moved his mouth down over her shoulders and across the hollows at the base of her neck before finally allowing his lips to touch her breasts.
Guiding her on to the bed, Lewis positioned himself by her side, and as her breathing quickened, he flicked his tongue across each of her erect nipples in turn, his mouth hard against the sensitive buds of pleasure. Harriet began to squirm with rising delight and wrapped her arms round his shoulders, her finger nails lightly scratching over his back.
When her nipples were tight and fully extended, Lewis drew the left one into his mouth and sucked steadily, increasing Harriet’s excitement so that she twisted the lower half of her body towards him as an ache of desire started between her thighs.
Lewis continued to suck on each of her nipples until the tracing of veins on her breasts became more marked and the breasts themselves started to swell, a sign that she was well on the way to full arousal.
Harriet wished that he had more than one mouth, that his tongue and lips could travel over her body at the same time as he sucked and licked at her nipples. For one brief moment she imagined what it would be like if Edmund were there too, providing this additional excitement. Shocked at her thoughts, she pushed the image away into her subconscious but knew it would return at a later date.
Now Lewis’s hands were travelling over her body, stroking the sides of her waist and her softly rounded belly, until at last she felt his long fingers brush almost imperceptibly across the opening of her vagina before moving on to her inner thighs.
Harriet didn’t want him caressing her thighs, she wanted him back between her legs, touching her where she most needed it and where the previously sweet ache was starting to become painful in its intensity. She moved her legs restlessly but Lewis’s only response was to graze the tip of one nipple with his teeth so that a jolt of electricity seemed to sear through her upper body.
At last his hands moved back to her vagina and once more he brushed over her entrance. His fingers carefully parted her silky pubic hair so that he could slide the pads of his fingers up and down her moist inner channel. The rhythm was quick but light and now Harriet’s excitement began to reach fever pitch. The areolae around her nipples started to swell and Lewis included this area when his tongue swept over the surface of her breasts.
Harriet’s breathing was quick and shallow as she felt her whole body clamouring for a climax. She moaned with desire, and hearing that sound Lewis finally allowed his fingertips to rub gently on each side of her clitoral shaft. Immediately a wonderful warmth started to suffuse Harriet’s lower belly and her muscles tightened in preparation for the release of orgasm.
She was very moist and slippery; after a few minutes Lewis allowed the middle finger of his right hand to slide into her vagina while his thumb and forefinger continued to stimulate the entire clitoral area. His finger moved in and out, slowly at first but then more quickly, and all the time the clitoris was continuing to receive the kind of stimulation Harriet liked best.
Her body felt heavy and swollen with need, and behind her clitoris she felt the first tingles of approaching orgasm. Her breath snagged in her throat and Lewis immediately eased his index finger into her vagina along with his middle finger and then drummed softly with his fingertips against her G-spot.
All the time he was caressing her between her thighs his mouth was continuing to play with her breasts, and suddenly he saw the tell-tale red flush start to appear on Harriet’s chest and throat, which meant that she was rapidly approaching the point of no return.
‘Are you close, Harriet?’ he whispered, his fingers still massaging at the exquisitely sensitive G-spot.
Harriet could only mutter an unintelligible reply as her head moved back and forth against the bedspread.
‘Tell me,’ he insisted, suddenly slowing the pace of his caress.
‘Yes! Yes!’ shouted Harriet, terrified that he was going to stop or lose the rhythm that was leading so inexorably to the explosion she was longing for.
‘I want you to come now,’ he murmured, as his fingers moved inside her.
She was almost there now, her whole body taut and straining for the moment when the pleasure would flood through it, and her cries grew in urgency and strength. Lewis, aware that Edmund and Noella were in the adjoining room, took extra pleasure from the sounds and just as Harriet felt that she’d burst if she didn’t climax, he nipped at the tender flesh of her left breast and this proved to be the trigger for her ultimate moment of pleasure.
Red hot currents of ecstasy streaked through her body. Her limbs went rigid while her toes curled upwards and with one final shout of delight her body exploded.
As the last tremors began to die away, Lewis positioned himself above her, his hands either side of her body, arms fully extended, and thrusted into her. Harriet lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly round his waist so that her pelvic area was stimulated by his thrustings; almost immediately she felt the blissful tightness start up again between her thighs.
Aware of her re-arousal Lewis slowed his pace, allowing her time to build to another climax and then as he felt her internal muscles start to contract around him, he let his body take over and the tempo of his thrusts increase once more. It didn’t matter because Harriet was almost there.
‘If only Edmund could see you now,’ whispered Lewis, his dark eyes staring down into her grey ones with an unfathomable expression. His words sent her toppling over into another shattering climax and Lewis finally allowed himself to lose control, his hips pumping almost desperately as he triumphantly spilled his seed into his new wife.
Lying on top of the gold bedspread in the yellow bedroom, both Noella and Edmund could, as Lewis had guessed, hear Harriet’s cries of passion only too well. Propped up on a pile of cushions, Edmund appeared to have all his attention focused on the blue and yellow floral print curtains. He was so still that he could have been asleep, but Noella knew that he wasn’t. For one thing he had a huge erection, and his testicles were drawn tightly up at the base of his penis. His breathing, however, remained slow and even, and never by a single word or movement did he give any indication of his rising excitement.
For Noella, lying naked beside him, it was both annoying and arousing. Annoying because she wanted Edmund to be making love to her, but arousing because she was able to imagine Harriet uttering the same sounds in this room rather than the one she was sharing with Lewis. Noella could picture the other woman writhing beneath Edmund’s skilful ministrations while she, Noella, held her down or added to the excitement by touching her softly and cleverly in the places Edmund left free.
After Harriet’s second orgasm there was silence for a time, until at last Edmund moved, turning his head to
wards his wife. ‘The honeymooners are certainly enjoying themselves,’ he remarked dryly.
‘I seem to remember being promised some enjoyment myself this evening,’ Noella reminded him.
‘I hadn’t forgotten,’ Edmund assured her. ‘Open my small brown case there, there are one or two things I’ll need.’
Uncertain whether to be pleased or not, Noella obeyed. Inside the case, lying on top of various items of clothes and ingenious gadgets, there was a sheepskin cover which she knew very well. Edmund got up off the bed and Noella spread it across the yellow bedspread, already anticipating the soft caress of the wool against her skin.
‘Now put on the black leather halter-top outfit,’ Edmund instructed her. For a moment she hesitated, but then without a word she drew it out and held it up to examine. ‘Put it on,’ repeated Edmund.
‘I’m not sure how it goes,’ complained Noella.
With a barely restrained sigh of impatience Edmund helped her into it, and Noella was swiftly clad in a shiny black leather suit that had virtually no top to it. The bottom half had a zip running from her belly-button down to her hip bones and a totally open crotch. Below her ample breasts the leather ended with a metal ring from which two wide straps spread upwards in a V-shape that went over her shoulders and joined at the back of her neck. A thong divided her back into two halves right down to where it joined up with the bottom half, just above the curves of her buttocks.
Thrust slightly upwards and totally exposed, her breasts jutted out proudly and Edmund eyed them with appreciation, his normally tight mouth relaxing in anticipation of the delights the night held for them both.
‘You look fantastic!’ he assured her as she turned round for him to inspect her. ‘Take a look at yourself in the wardrobe mirror.’
Noella did, and automatically thrust her shoulders back to make her breasts stand out even more. Between her thighs she was already becoming damp.
Edmund reached down, ran his fingers along her opening and smiled. ‘You’re as eager as I am,’ he said. ‘That’s good. Now lie on the sheepskin cover. Spread yourself out on your back, arms and legs extended in the shape of an X.’
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