[Ménage and More: Erotic Historical Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, with F/F elements, voyeurism]
Although Lady Faith Lovejoy is betrothed to staid and steady Viscount Bostwick, she is restless. She wants passion. Excitement.
Cousin Adolfo blames her family for the poverty that led his mother into prostitution, and he is out to destroy Faith. He knows her penchant for adventure and convinces her to delay the wedding until she experiences all the sensual thrills available. After impetuously breaking her betrothal contract, she realizes a viscount must marry a virgin with an impeccable reputation.
Bostwick decides he can indeed marry a soiled dove—if he does the soiling. He must win back the headstrong woman he loves by stealth and trickery and giving her the adventure she craves. Disguised as a dashing highwayman, he captures the imagination of every woman around, Faith included. She is ready to accept the adventure the highwayman offers—a ménage a trios—when Adolfo interferes again.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among cousins.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Blackthorn rolled a nipple between his fingers. Wolsey ministered to the other breast. “No need for preliminaries, I see. If you like we can have wine or ale sent in.”
She shimmied to let her gown fall to her waist. “I’m sure we shall need some wine later to cool us. For now, I am anxious to test the mattress and your virility.” She pushed the silk slowly down her hips and let it pool at her ankles. Neither man moved a muscle, until she stepped out of the circle of material.
They each kissed a hand and, holding her fingertips, led her up the steps to the bed. She snuggled into a provocative pose, arms behind her head against several downy pillows. The sheer undergarment hid nothing, but they ripped it off her to reveal everything.
The men slowly removed their own clothes while ogling her nakedness. She petted one engorged shaft, then the other as they knelt on the bed on either side of her.
At first they took turns sucking on a nipple, stroking her belly and kissing her. Soon, Blackthorn monopolized her lips and breasts while Wolsey stroked her legs and played with the nest between her legs with probing fingers. This was what she’d been longing for, the sensual experience Aunt Helene had told her could be hers.
With a sigh of contentment, she turned on her side to Blackthorn and kissed him deeply while exploring his chest with both hands. She ventured lower and encircled his engorged cock with one hand while lightly brushing the globes below with the fingertips of her other hand. Oh, this was stimulating. A steady, pulsing pressure was building in her.
Wolsey, behind her now, caressed her ass and reached under it to massage inside her. “A lovely, warm cunt, milady.” Fluid gushed over his hand. “My cock is bursting to enter that sweet pudenda or to enter here.” In a flash, he moved his fingers to her bum and thrust them inside. She jerked. “Relax, milady. Relax and it will stretch.” He massaged the rim gently and she was able to let it open for his hand. She wanted to experience all of this even if it hurt a bit. “Ah, Blackthorn, I believe it is now my turn.”
Blackthorn growled and rolled to his edge of the wide bed. Wolsey gently positioned her on her back. Faith drew in a breath and held it, expecting this to be the moment she’d lose her virginity, but he scrambled to the foot of the bed and ran a trail of kisses along the inside of her thigh. When he parted the down guarding her nether lips and continued his kisses there, she whimpered with pleasure.
Faith found her release much too quickly, so stirred was she. Once recovered, she tugged Wolsey’s shoulders to raise him to her level. “I would do the same for you, sir.” She shot a glance at Blackthorn, who looked to be perfectly miserable. “For both of you, of course.” She turned onto her tummy, halfway across Wolsey’s legs, and took his cock into her mouth. She remembered all her practice sessions with cucumbers and squash whittled into shape. She licked to wet him, then slurped the stiff cock into her mouth, letting her tongue roam the length of it along the seam. He moaned his pleasure which encouraged her. Her cheeks sank inward with the pressure and gusto she used to suck him.
“Oh, yes, my dear, dear lady. Have at me, suck me dry.”
He released as quickly as she had. She tasted some of his seed, but he pulled away and exited the bed to clean himself at the basin.
Faith plumped pillows behind her head. “Shall you be next, Baron Blackthorn? That was exhilarating, gentlemen.”
Blackthorn joined her on the pillows. He petted her and twirled her nipple between thumb and index finger. Finally he bent to nip it with his teeth. Together, they slithered off the pillows to a prone position. After many explorations of each other’s bodies, Blackthorn raised to his knees, straddling her. “Are you certain you wish to continue, madam?” He spoke softly as he sheathed himself.
“Please do not spare me, milord.”
He stared into her eyes for several seconds, then slid his prick slowly into her cunt. She felt every pulsating inch as the smooth, steady invasion opened her. He stopped, scanning her face, and she nodded her consent. His thrust was quick and thorough. She panicked for a moment as sharp pain rent her in two. She drew in a breath but swallowed the gasp which threatened to erupt. He remained quiet inside her, as she adjusted to the feel of his steel. The sensation proved to be quite pleasant once the initial shock was over. The hard fullness of his cock inside her was stimulating her more than she thought was possible.
“Is this all?”
“No, this is not nearly all.” He moved out of her and rammed back inside with a swift, fierce motion this time. He did it again and again. Her body quaked, yet welcomed each jab, craving the next assault as a drowning man craves air to breathe. Tension built within her and she cried out, searching for some elusiveness she couldn’t name.