of us together, including the marriage bed. There would be no
awkwardness of secrecy.”
He
made it all sound so neat, so possible, even if she didn’t fully understand how
they could all be together physically. Maybe they would both kiss her, at the
same time, in different places!
****
Arthur
held his breath, barely able to believe that Amelia was considering saying yes.
More importantly, she wasn't saying no. It was up to him to show her it could
work. Mindful to be sensitive to the
smallest sign of resistance, he led Amelia across the room to the door that
connected to his. She made no objection as he reached for the handle. Turned it.
Together
they crossed the threshold.
Chapter Five
James
was seated on the edge of the bed, the back of his knees not meeting the cover.
He might have looked poised to jump up quickly, except his head rested in his
hands. Upon hearing them enter he raised his head.
Arthur
motioned to him to be silent, and then looking to Amelia he said, “We would
very much like to undress you.”
Amelia's
eyes flashed to James, looking for confirmation of Arthur's words.
She
must have found the answer she sought as she fingered the ties of her nightgown,
tentatively releasing the delicate bow holding them together.
Arthur
heard James gasp. With Amelia facing towards him he was getting first look at
her breasts. Judging by his rapt expression, including low hanging jaw, they were
entrancing.
“So
beautiful,” James whispered hoarsely.
Arthur
wasn't jealous, but he did desperately want to see for himself. Gripping
Amelia's shoulders gently he spun her round to face him. Oh, yes. Arthur didn't
think he'd ever seen a pair so beautiful.
Until
now Arthur had always thought breasts were breasts, beautiful whatever their
size and shape, but Amelia's looked so ripe, so firm, upward-tilted so that her
plump little nipples stood proud on their large areola cushions. Clearly a
handful and a mouthful at the same time, and they were his to touch! No wonder
James had appeared so awed. After his long stretch of abstinence he must feel
like a lad looking at a pair of tits for the first time.
“You're
staring. Is something wrong?” Amelia moved to cover herself.
“Not
wrong, perfect.” Arthur tentatively reached out his index finger to trace a
line down the slope of her breast. They both moaned.
“That
feels so good, like nothing I've ever felt before.”
“Your
nipples are hard for us. They're excited to be touched, so that's why it feels
so good.”
“ Do it again, please.”
Arthur
felt a thrill of pleasure. They'd barely touched her, and already she was
begging for more. He'd never imagined she could be so responsive.
Fitting
both hands to her breasts, he stroked, kneaded, and, unable to help himself,
even pinched. Her every gasp and moan gave him encouragement. She barely
stopped for breath.
Her
hands now gripped his shoulders, and her hips were rocking back and forward as
if trying to ease the sensation she felt in her womb.
Her
nightdress was draped around her hips, and when James came to stand behind her,
his hands reaching around to caress her breasts, Arthur guided it to the floor.
He couldn't resist putting his hand to her curls. Warm moisture greeted his
palm. He slipped a finger in to seek the center of her pleasure. Chances were
she'd never touched her bud. Arthur pressed. Then in shock he watched rapt as
her body trembled, and she rubbed her pussy wildly against his hand.
“She's
peaking, Arthur; I think she's peaking!” James cried excitedly from the other
side of Amelia.
Arthur
rubbed her slick flesh vigorously. Arthur couldn't have been more amazed or
pleased. In his previous encounters with women he had always sought to give
them pleasure, sometimes more successfully than others, but never without a
great deal more time and coaxing. He had secretly hoped to bring Amelia
pleasure this first time, as her initiation into lovemaking, but he had by no
means felt assured
awkwardness of secrecy.”
He
made it all sound so neat, so possible, even if she didn’t fully understand how
they could all be together physically. Maybe they would both kiss her, at the
same time, in different places!
****
Arthur
held his breath, barely able to believe that Amelia was considering saying yes.
More importantly, she wasn't saying no. It was up to him to show her it could
work. Mindful to be sensitive to the
smallest sign of resistance, he led Amelia across the room to the door that
connected to his. She made no objection as he reached for the handle. Turned it.
Together
they crossed the threshold.
Chapter Five
James
was seated on the edge of the bed, the back of his knees not meeting the cover.
He might have looked poised to jump up quickly, except his head rested in his
hands. Upon hearing them enter he raised his head.
Arthur
motioned to him to be silent, and then looking to Amelia he said, “We would
very much like to undress you.”
Amelia's
eyes flashed to James, looking for confirmation of Arthur's words.
She
must have found the answer she sought as she fingered the ties of her nightgown,
tentatively releasing the delicate bow holding them together.
Arthur
heard James gasp. With Amelia facing towards him he was getting first look at
her breasts. Judging by his rapt expression, including low hanging jaw, they were
entrancing.
“So
beautiful,” James whispered hoarsely.
Arthur
wasn't jealous, but he did desperately want to see for himself. Gripping
Amelia's shoulders gently he spun her round to face him. Oh, yes. Arthur didn't
think he'd ever seen a pair so beautiful.
Until
now Arthur had always thought breasts were breasts, beautiful whatever their
size and shape, but Amelia's looked so ripe, so firm, upward-tilted so that her
plump little nipples stood proud on their large areola cushions. Clearly a
handful and a mouthful at the same time, and they were his to touch! No wonder
James had appeared so awed. After his long stretch of abstinence he must feel
like a lad looking at a pair of tits for the first time.
“You're
staring. Is something wrong?” Amelia moved to cover herself.
“Not
wrong, perfect.” Arthur tentatively reached out his index finger to trace a
line down the slope of her breast. They both moaned.
“That
feels so good, like nothing I've ever felt before.”
“Your
nipples are hard for us. They're excited to be touched, so that's why it feels
so good.”
“ Do it again, please.”
Arthur
felt a thrill of pleasure. They'd barely touched her, and already she was
begging for more. He'd never imagined she could be so responsive.
Fitting
both hands to her breasts, he stroked, kneaded, and, unable to help himself,
even pinched. Her every gasp and moan gave him encouragement. She barely
stopped for breath.
Her
hands now gripped his shoulders, and her hips were rocking back and forward as
if trying to ease the sensation she felt in her womb.
Her
nightdress was draped around her hips, and when James came to stand behind her,
his hands reaching around to caress her breasts, Arthur guided it to the floor.
He couldn't resist putting his hand to her curls. Warm moisture greeted his
palm. He slipped a finger in to seek the center of her pleasure. Chances were
she'd never touched her bud. Arthur pressed. Then in shock he watched rapt as
her body trembled, and she rubbed her pussy wildly against his hand.
“She's
peaking, Arthur; I think she's peaking!” James cried excitedly from the other
side of Amelia.
Arthur
rubbed her slick flesh vigorously. Arthur couldn't have been more amazed or
pleased. In his previous encounters with women he had always sought to give
them pleasure, sometimes more successfully than others, but never without a
great deal more time and coaxing. He had secretly hoped to bring Amelia
pleasure this first time, as her initiation into lovemaking, but he had by no
means felt assured
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