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fleshy button rise against the pad of his thumb.
She breathed through her nose, humming as he sawed in an out. The vibrations along his dick almost brought him to his knees.
“Oh, Esther, you are perfect.” He couldn’t hold back any longer. “Come for me.” He plucked at her nipples, and swatted her breasts lightly again, watching them dance and grow pink under his torment.
He slapped one of them a bit harder and she stiffened, a flush growing over her chest as her orgasm took her.
He drew out and fisted his cock as he watched her come.
When it was over, she breathed his name, and looked up at him with dazed happiness he loved so much. Her body stretched out before him, blonde hair wild, face a mess of spit. She was so beautiful.
As she caught her breath, her eyes fastened onto his cock and her mouth opened.
“No, darling,” Johnathan said. “Lie on your back on the bed.”
With a little grimace, she got into position, and he climbed over her, settling his hips into the cradle of hers. She grimaced as his weight forced her bottom onto the bed.
“Sore?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You deserve it.”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded almost eager.
Grinning, he pinched her bottom. Her mouth parted in a little smile.
“I bet I can make you climax just by tormenting these.” He swatted her breasts lightly, watching closely as she stiffened and moaned. “We’ll have to experiment one afternoon, hmm? All in the name of scientific inquiry.”
Her body writhed in response to his words and torture.
“I could spend a life time studying you.”
“Johnathan, please.” She pushed her hips up in invitation.
He thrust inside, not bothering to be gentle. Esther gripped his back, encouraging him, her muscles inside milking his cock with delicious movement. With a hoarse cry, Johnathan let go, and pounded them both into a beautiful climax.
* * *
After taking a candle to light his way, Lyle headed for his own room. From the look of the other husband’s faces, the women were going to get a hearty punishment tonight.
His own wife was lying on her side on the bed, a candle of her own on the bedside table. The light washed over her red hair, pale limbs, and haughty expression.
The sight was enough to get him hard all over again.
He let a grin curve his lips and set the candle down on an upturned barrel on the opposite side of the bed.
Rose sat up, her eyes following him. When he raised a brow at her, she raised her chin.
“We meant well,” she said.
Keeping the smirk on his face, he strode back around the bed, hands in pockets.
“I know you did. It seems you had some fun.” From his height, he looked down at her, and wondered if he intimidated her. She never seemed to let it show.
She lifted her head, somehow managing to look down her nose at him, even from her seat on the bed. “I’m not sorry.”
He chucked her under the chin. “My dear Rose, I know you’re not. It’ll be my pleasure to make you so.”
Her nostrils flared, and she started to her feet, rushing at him or the door—he never found out. Before she reached him, he stepped aside, then grabbed her arm and pulled her to a nearby chair, using the momentum to put her over his lap. Face down, Rose fought with flailing arms and legs, but he threw a leg over hers, trapping her. Her body tipped over his knees and she yelped, hands on the floor to steady herself.
“Little spitfire.” He pulled up her chemise for the second time that night, baring her delicious bottom. His wife was slim and small breasted, but with an ample rear. Fashionable society called this a perfect figure, and Lyle had to agree.
His cock twitched, looking down at her struggling form. Rose rarely submitted right away, and it made her punishments so much more delightful.
He couldn’t resist adding, “Fight me and it’ll go worse for you.”
Her hands struck out like claws and he caught them both, holding her wrists with one hand while he pulled out a leather thong from
She breathed through her nose, humming as he sawed in an out. The vibrations along his dick almost brought him to his knees.
“Oh, Esther, you are perfect.” He couldn’t hold back any longer. “Come for me.” He plucked at her nipples, and swatted her breasts lightly again, watching them dance and grow pink under his torment.
He slapped one of them a bit harder and she stiffened, a flush growing over her chest as her orgasm took her.
He drew out and fisted his cock as he watched her come.
When it was over, she breathed his name, and looked up at him with dazed happiness he loved so much. Her body stretched out before him, blonde hair wild, face a mess of spit. She was so beautiful.
As she caught her breath, her eyes fastened onto his cock and her mouth opened.
“No, darling,” Johnathan said. “Lie on your back on the bed.”
With a little grimace, she got into position, and he climbed over her, settling his hips into the cradle of hers. She grimaced as his weight forced her bottom onto the bed.
“Sore?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You deserve it.”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded almost eager.
Grinning, he pinched her bottom. Her mouth parted in a little smile.
“I bet I can make you climax just by tormenting these.” He swatted her breasts lightly, watching closely as she stiffened and moaned. “We’ll have to experiment one afternoon, hmm? All in the name of scientific inquiry.”
Her body writhed in response to his words and torture.
“I could spend a life time studying you.”
“Johnathan, please.” She pushed her hips up in invitation.
He thrust inside, not bothering to be gentle. Esther gripped his back, encouraging him, her muscles inside milking his cock with delicious movement. With a hoarse cry, Johnathan let go, and pounded them both into a beautiful climax.
* * *
After taking a candle to light his way, Lyle headed for his own room. From the look of the other husband’s faces, the women were going to get a hearty punishment tonight.
His own wife was lying on her side on the bed, a candle of her own on the bedside table. The light washed over her red hair, pale limbs, and haughty expression.
The sight was enough to get him hard all over again.
He let a grin curve his lips and set the candle down on an upturned barrel on the opposite side of the bed.
Rose sat up, her eyes following him. When he raised a brow at her, she raised her chin.
“We meant well,” she said.
Keeping the smirk on his face, he strode back around the bed, hands in pockets.
“I know you did. It seems you had some fun.” From his height, he looked down at her, and wondered if he intimidated her. She never seemed to let it show.
She lifted her head, somehow managing to look down her nose at him, even from her seat on the bed. “I’m not sorry.”
He chucked her under the chin. “My dear Rose, I know you’re not. It’ll be my pleasure to make you so.”
Her nostrils flared, and she started to her feet, rushing at him or the door—he never found out. Before she reached him, he stepped aside, then grabbed her arm and pulled her to a nearby chair, using the momentum to put her over his lap. Face down, Rose fought with flailing arms and legs, but he threw a leg over hers, trapping her. Her body tipped over his knees and she yelped, hands on the floor to steady herself.
“Little spitfire.” He pulled up her chemise for the second time that night, baring her delicious bottom. His wife was slim and small breasted, but with an ample rear. Fashionable society called this a perfect figure, and Lyle had to agree.
His cock twitched, looking down at her struggling form. Rose rarely submitted right away, and it made her punishments so much more delightful.
He couldn’t resist adding, “Fight me and it’ll go worse for you.”
Her hands struck out like claws and he caught them both, holding her wrists with one hand while he pulled out a leather thong from
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