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She nodded, enjoying the feel of his
scratchy chin at her cheek.

Charles continued to speak at the
front of the room. “My love deserves a reward. And I aim for her to
have one.”

“Would you like me naked?” Mary asked
as she began to tug her sleeves down her shoulders.

“Not completely,” he said to stop her.
“But I want to see your nipples. So, you may lower your
chemise.”

Mary immediately shoved the shoulders
of her gown down and bared her breasts for him. And Charlotte could
tell it was for him, because Mary did not perform for the crowd.
She performed for her husband. He lifted a crooked finger and
swiped the back of it across her nipple. “So lovely,” he crooned.
He was right. Mary’s breasts were heavy and full, tipped with dark
crowns and thick nipples. Nipples so puckered that Charlotte wanted
to taste them.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Trent asked
low in Charlotte’s ear. His hand skimmed Charlotte’s belly, drawing
a silky little pattern across her skin. Her pussy clenched in
anticipation and warmth flooded her thighs. He would have a big wet
spot on his trousers if he didn’t stop touching her.

“She’s very beautiful,” Charlotte
agreed.

“Would you like to taste her nipples?”
he murmured in her ear. His hand moved from her belly to cup her
breast.

“Me?” Charlotte jerked in his arms.
She nearly wanted to run to Mary and do so. But she couldn’t. She
just couldn’t.

“Perhaps next time,” he acquiesced
with a nod. Trent caught Charlotte’s nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, and began to roll it behind the clothing she still
wore. “I’d love for you to be naked in my lap,” he said.

She buried her face in his neck again,
her breaths coming in little pants, already, just from him touching
her breast. God, she’d never felt like this. Not even with
Mary.

Across the room, a man dropped onto a
settee and a lady lowered herself to rest between his knees, facing
him. She didn’t look toward the scene in the middle of the room.
She looked at him. Then she began to work the laces of his
breeches. She took his rigid cock into her hand and pulled it away
from his belly, then lowered her mouth around the crown. He took
her hair in his hand and held it to the side. When he noticed
everyone’s attention on them, he looked up with a grin. “Please do
continue,” he urged with a motion of his hand. “My love was anxious
to begin.”

“So, is mine,” Charles said as he
kicked a chair into the center of the room and encouraged Mary to
sit. She did so gingerly, balancing herself on the edge.

“My pet would like to assist,” the man
with the naked lady at his feet called out.

Charles inclined his head toward the
naked woman. “Is that true?” he asked of her.

“Everyone here has a choice,” Trent
whispered in her ear. “No one is made to do anything they don’t
desire.” Charlotte nodded. But then Trent’s hand stole over to her
other breast and began to wreak the same havoc on her other nipple.
A thumping began within her thighs. A clenching. A tightening. Much
like the way she’d felt that afternoon. But better. More
delicious.

“Come forward,” Charles said,
motioning for the lady. She walked across the floor on her knees.
“Her breasts are yours,” he informed her.

“Her name is Grace,” Trent
whispered.

Grace gingerly and delicately cupped
Mary’s breasts in her hands and lifted one toward her waiting
mouth. But, instead of drawing it inside, she flicked her tongue
against it quickly, making the firm roundness of the breast shimmy
and shake as she flicked it across the distended little nub. Mary’s
eyes closed and her mouth fell open. She leaned back in the chair,
and Grace came even farther forward, spreading Mary’s skirt-clad
legs and settling between them. With a slurping sound, she finally
drew Mary’s nipple into her mouth. Mary cried out
softly.

“May I bare your breasts?” Trent
asked, close to her ear. Charlotte looked down, and he’d tugged the
bodice of her gown low enough that the edge of her nipples could be
seen. She looked around the room. There were people in various
states of dress around the perimeter. One woman with her a man’s
head between her thighs. Another on a man’s lap as she guided his
cock into her.

“Oh, dear God,” she whispered to
herself.

“If it takes that long to respond,
I’ll assume the answer is no.” He tugged her bodice back up but
continued to play around her nipples through the fabric. “When
you’re ready,” he warned, “I will be, too.” He felt ready there at
her hip.

“How is it that you’re able to deny
yourself?” she had to ask.

“It’s called self-control, my
darling,” he drawled. “Real men have it.” He tweaked her nose
lightly. Then he bent his head and nibbled at her nipple through
her dress. “I want to taste them so badly,” he murmured.

Charlotte turned her body toward him,
so that she wasn’t facing the others. Only he could see her, unless
someone really wanted to look. “Then do it,” she
whispered.

His gaze shot up to meet
hers.

“It’s all right,” she whispered. Then
she tugged her bodice below her breasts, and her breasts popped
free. She closed her eyes tightly. What if he didn’t like
them?

He cupped them in his hands, his
fingers splayed on the outsides, his thumbs toward the centers. He
groaned aloud. “God, you’re beautiful,” he gasped. Then he tugged
her nipple into his mouth and began to gently ply it with his
tongue. His gaze met hers, his eyes limpid brown pools that she
could drown in if he didn’t catch her fall.

A cry sounded in the room, and
Charlotte looked over her shoulder to find Charles rearranging Mary
in the chair. He shoved her skirts above her thighs, parted her
legs, and draped one over each arm of the chair. Mary watched his
face as he did it, and obviously delighted in the look of
satisfaction that appeared on his face. Her most private parts lay
open, her skirts bunched around her waist, her breasts bare. “You
may move to the side, Grace,” Charles instructed quietly. “Don’t
stop. Just move over.”

Charlotte wanted to turn around to
watch what was happening in the middle of the room, but she didn’t
want to make Trent stop his ministrations. She warred in her own
head about how to accomplish the task. Then Trent took it upon
himself to lift his head and he moved to tug her bodice up. She
stopped him, and turned around in his arms, then leaned back
against him and raised his hands to cover her breasts. He did so,
catching her nipples between two fingers of each hand. He arched
his hips against her, letting his cock slide along her thigh. She
felt an insane desire to take him inside her.

“Soon, it will be our turn,” he said
softly in her ear, his voice no more than a low rumble. “I’ll take
you to a private room, and I’ll slide inside you so slowly that
you’ll want to expire with the anticipation of it.”

Her sheath clenched, as though she
could already feel him there.

“Look at Mary,” he
encouraged.

Mary’s ass hung on the edge of the
chair, her delicate folds open and exposed to the air. Her slit
wept with moisture, slick and ready for Charles. Mary’s hands
clutched Grace’s head to her breast, and another woman joined the
first at Charles’ urging, and Mary grabbed for her head, too, her
eyes rolling back momentarily in pleasure as both women suckled and
licked greedily at her breasts. “Charles,” Mary cried, her voice a
mewling little sound.

Trent rocked beneath her when he heard
it, obviously moved by the woman’s impassioned plea.

“What do you want, love?” Charles
asked softly.

“I want to please you,” Mary said with
a sensuous grin.

“Oh, you do,” Charles groaned as he
dropped to his knees in front of her. He snapped his fingers and a
servant rushed forward, then opened a velvet lined box. The servant
wiped his own sweaty brow with his forearm. Charles pulled from the
box a heavy, blown glass object.

Charlotte looked back at Trent, who
whispered, “It’s made of glass.”

“What does it do?” she whispered
back.

His chuckle was his only response.
Trent took his hands from her breasts and tugged her bodice up.
Charlotte made a startled little protest, but then his hands began
to ruche the skirt of her dress, drawing it up slowly, inch by
inch. “May I touch you?” he asked when he reached her naked
thigh.

If he didn’t, she would explode with
want. His hand slid between the open slit of her drawers and toward
her heat. He slid a finger into her curls and said in her ear, “So
wet for me.”

She wanted to bury her face in his
neck again, but then Charles put the blown glass object, shaped
like a man’s cock, at the open folds of his wife’s pussy. With his
free hand, he parted her flesh, and Charlotte saw her pink skin,
anxious and glistening. “Please, Charles,” Mary moaned. The women
who paid attention to her breasts pulled their mouths from her so
that they could look down and see what he was doing, but they
continued to toy with her nipples with their fingertips.

“Don’t be so impatient, love,” Charles
crooned. He pressed gently at her pussy, sliding through her juices
with slick abandon. Mary rocked her hips, trying to force it
inside, but he wasn’t ready. He pushed gently at her hole, still
spreading her lips with his thumb and forefinger. Then he moved
that thumb up to gently rock against her clit as he slid the cock
inside her.

Mary cried out loudly. And so did many
of the occupants of the room. On the settee, one man drew his
partner up to straddle him, and slid inside her at that
moment.

“I want to fuck you so bad I can
barely stand it,” Trent breathed in her ear. He sounded tortured.
But he didn’t even move to take his cock out. Instead, his fingers
played in her wetness, testing the puffy swollen tissue of her
lips, gliding slowly across them and up to that little nub that she
so desperately wanted him to touch.

“You can have me,” Charlotte groaned
as she tossed her head back and forth across his shoulder. She
reached for the laces of his trousers, but he brushed her hand away
with a gentle movement.

“Tonight is for you, my darling,” he
said roughly in her ear.

For her. She’d never had a moment for
her. Ever. Not until today. And now he wanted to give her another.
Tears came to her eyes.

His hand stilled. “Are you all right?”
he asked, his face worried and fretful.

“I’m happy,” Charlotte
sniffed.

He chuckled as she settled more firmly
against him and arched her hips against his hand. “Then smile, damn
it, instead of crying.” That made her want to cry even
more.

“Why does he use the glass cock?” she
whispered to him.

“He doesn’t like to fuck her in
public,” Trent informed her.

Wasn’t he already fucking her in
public?

“He can bring her to climax without
fucking her.” Trent dragged his index finger across Charlotte’s
clit, and watched her face as he found a rhythm she liked.
Charlotte wanted to close her eyes and let the pleasure seep
through her body until it exploded. But what was going on with Mary
was much too interesting.

Charles slid the cock in and out of
his wife slowly. And Mary rocked her hips, trying to take more of
it with each thrust. Instead of giving it to her, he continued his
slow movements, and Mary began to gasp with each thrust. She
directed the women at her breasts to use their mouths again, and
one began to suckle each nipple. Mary cried out, and strong,
breathless cries echoed around the room.

Charlottes own pants became noticeably
louder, but she didn’t care. Trent rocked his hand forward and
thrust two digits inside her, rocking the base of his hand at the
top against her clit. It was just enough pressure to drive her
mad.

Mary grunted and cried out,
frustration evident in her voice.

“Shall I take pity on you?” Charles
asked Mary with a smile.

“Please, Charles,” Mary
cried.

Then Charles sped up his thrusts with
the glass cock, sinking every inch inside Charlotte. The slurpy
sound of its entrance and retreat smacked around the
room.

Charlotte nearly lost her breath. Her
limbs began to quake, and Trent slid an arm around her waist. “I
have you,” he whispered, his fingers moving inside her as the heel
of his hand rocked against her clit. “You can fall.”

She couldn’t. Not yet. And neither
could Mary. But then Charles leaned forward and licked across
Mary’s clit. Mary nearly exploded. But Charles obviously knew what
she needed. He sucked her clit gently, creating pressure against it
with an insistent tug. Mary cried out, clutching fearfully at the
ladies’ hair at her breasts, their own mewling sounds buried in
Mary’s flesh. Charles sucked gently and rhythmically, with Mary
looking into his eyes. Then with one large keening wail, Mary
climaxed. She cried out, her shout loud enough to shock the
room.

Trent grunted beneath her but didn’t
stop. “Fall,” he said in Charlotte’s ear. Then she did. She jointed
Mary in her climax, her body quaking and shivering as she came. And
came. And came. Her sheath spasmed, sucking and milking Trent’s
fingers as he continued to move, his strokes becoming softer and
easier as her body’s reaction began to slow. Charlotte relaxed into
him, her body languorous and tired, and still quivering. “There
now,” he said in her ear. Then he slid his fingers from her and
raised them to his lips. They were shiny with her cream, yet he
raised them to his lips and sucked them clean. Charlotte was sure
she flushed scarlet at the sight. She’d never seen any such
thing.