Mistletoe Menage (9 page)

Then Guy turned her and this time
Edward kissed her while Guy lifted the hem of her chemise up over her bottom
and body, then over her head, leaving her naked between them. Guy slipped off
his breeches and his hard cock bounced against her bottom. As she nipped at
Edward’s full lips, Guy reached around her and helped Edward undress. Soon she
was squashed between two men, held in place by two hard, erect shafts.

“Lie down, Guy,” Edward
commanded.

When Guy was flat on his back,
Edward took hold of Anne and gestured for her to straddle Guy’s chest. She
frowned, wondering what he could possibly want her to do. When he nudged her
forward so that she balanced on her knees above Guy’s
face
,
then pushed her down, she gasped. “I cannot do that…he will suffocate.”

“No, Anne, he will not. He will
hold you in place while he eats your cunny.”

Guy took hold of Anne’s bottom in
his strong hands then buried his face between her legs. Anne was initially
hesitant, shy at how exposed she was, but before long, the tender licks of
Guy’s tongue as it ran over her sensitive bud then delved inside her, felt so
good that she no longer cared and she moved wantonly upon Guy’s face.

“That’s it, my Anne. Ride him
now. Ride him for me.”

She opened her eyes and met
Edward’s gaze. Her own pleasure was reflected in his expression and she watched
as he ran his own hand up and down his generous erection, caressing it in time
with her movements upon Guy.

“I…I…oh!” she exclaimed as wave
after wave of delicious explosions burst from her bud and echoed through her
core. She bounced on Guy’s face so hard that he dug his fingertips into her
thighs and lifted her. As she slowed, he lowered her again and sucked at her
mound and lips, swallowing her juices.

“Oh, Guy. That was…”

“Just for
starters.”
Edward finished her sentence.

Anne’s stomach fluttered. There’s
more?

She rolled over and lay on her
back, watching as Guy and Edward kissed. They stopped for a moment and looked
at her, adoration in their eyes, but she shook her head.

“Please…let me watch you.”

Both men smiled, clearly pleased
at her approval, and they fell on one another, kissing and touching with the
hunger of those in love.

Anne rolled onto her side and
tucked her arm under her head. She had recently climaxed but seeing the two
handsome men making love was arousing her once more. When Guy pushed Edward
onto his back then crawled down his body, she moaned with desire. Guy took his
lover’s hard member into his mouth and sucked him hard. Anne sat up and crawled
closer to them, fascinated by Guy’s skill and Edward’s evident pleasure. As the
artist used his mouth and tongue on Edward, she longed to pleasure Guy, so she
moved and knelt behind him then reached up between his legs and encircled him
in her hand. He groaned as she worked him with her hand, matching his rhythm
upon
Edward,
and within mere thrusts she felt him
grown and harden between her fingers. Then his hot seed was spurting from him,
over her hand, and over Edward’s legs. Moments later, Edward moaned and she
heard Guy swallowing hard as his lover climaxed deep into his throat.

****

Anne lay on the hearth rug, Guy
to her left and Edward to her right. Each of her lovers held one of her
breasts, toying with the nipples, and tugging them into hard, round peaks. The
sensations sent little sparks through her body and she longed to ask them to
touch her between her legs so that she could reach fulfilment all over again.

As if reading her mind, Edward
lowered his head and suckled her nipple. She flung her head back and whispered,
“Oh yes, Edward. Yes.”

He walked his fingers down her
body to her navel, then
lower
so that they tickled
through her curls and slipped around her juices inside her. He plundered her as
he sucked on her nipple and she lifted her hips to his hand, wanting him to go
deeper, harder.

“I think she’s ready,” Edward
said to Guy.

Anne opened her eyes and looked at
them both.

“Do you want us, Anne?” Guy
asked.

“Yes…but how?”

Guy smiled then reached down and
slipped a finger inside her next to Edward’s. As both men penetrated her, she
panted with longing. Was this what they meant? But then Edward withdrew and
spread her lubrication over her mound and along her behind.

“Roll onto your side,
sweetheart.” Guy nudged her and she turned to face Edward.

Guy slipped his member between
her legs and she felt him hard between the cheeks of her behind. In front of
her, Edward pushed his erection between her wet lips and she sighed as he slid
all the way inside her.

“I have waited so long for this,
my love.”

She smiled as she held his gaze.

“Now relax for a moment, Anne. I
will not hurt you, I promise,” Guy whispered into her ear as he pushed at the
tight hole of her bottom. The lubrication of her arousal eased him in and once
he had penetrated past the ring of muscle, a sensation at once strange and
exciting, he moved deeper into her.

Anne could not believe what was
happening. She was held in place by two strong, muscular men. In front of her
was her dark-haired, brown-eyed first love, and behind her was the blonde,
silver-blue-eyed artist she’d fallen for in recent months. She was trapped
between them, being covered by their sweet, hot kisses, at the mercy of their
probing hands, and helplessly moving in time with them as they claimed her
body, inside and out.

Anne climaxed again and again,
unable to lessen the friction or the building pleasure as Edward and Guy
entered her relentlessly, fiercely, and with a passion she had dreamed about.
As she flung her head back, something caught her eye above them. She glanced at
it and smiled.
The kissing bough.

Chapter Eight

Anne smiled at Lady Jane as her
friend took her arm and supported her and they climbed the stone steps at the
front of the great house. The clean windows of the building sparkled in the
warm April sunshine.

“You are positively glowing,
Anne.”

“I believe that it’s all thanks
to you, my dear friend.” Anne chuckled as Jane nodded her head.

“Yes, thank goodness I suggested
you have your portrait painted, dear.”

“Did I tell you that I did, in
fact, have
three
painted?”

“You did not, dear. I should like
to see them.”

A flush stole across Anne’s chest
at the thought of Jane seeing the three portraits. The third one in particular
might surprise her worldly friend. But then Jane had never criticized her for
anything and had always been so supportive of her that Anne decided to reveal
them to her.

“And how are things here at your
new home?” Jane asked as they entered the house and the maid took their coats
and hats.

“Very well indeed,” Anne replied,
smoothing a hand over the bump beneath her skirts. She had been forced to order
new gowns as her belly grew, and she was thrilled that this time it was not due
to an increase in appetite but because of the child she now carried. “Edward
reclaimed his home and birthright once I accepted his marriage proposal. He
said that he could finally return here as long as I was his wife. It was a way
for him to finally put his father’s mistreatment of him and his mother firmly
in the past.”

They made their way into the
drawing room where Edward and Guy waited.

The men rose as Anne and Jane
entered the room. Anne caught Jane smiling broadly as Edward and the handsome
young artist fussed around, competing to make sure that Anne was comfortable
and had all that she needed.

Once tea had been served, Jane
leaned forward and whispered to Anne. “So are your needs being catered to now,
my dear?”

Anne smiled.
“In
every way, my friend.”
She pointed at a curtain above the fireplace.
“Edward darling, would you mind?”

“Anything for you, my love,” he
replied. He rose and drew back the black velvet curtain. There, hung in pride
of place, were three portraits. Jane stared at them openmouthed and Anne started
to giggle.

The first portrait showed a
demure Anne in her mourning clothes. Her expression was somber, her skin pale. The
second showed Anne reclining upon the chaise, naked except for her stockings. Anne’s
face glowed and she was blossoming as she transformed from widow to woman in
love. And the third—the one that Anne had waited until Christmas morning to see,
because she’d been lost in the attentions showered upon her by her lovers—showed
Anne, creamy-skinned and voluptuous as she lay naked between Guy and Edward,
pinned in place by their clearly erect shafts as they made love to her
simultaneously.

Jane eventually tore her gaze
away from the paintings then threw back her head and laughed. “Well, Anne dear,
I am sure that you are being well cared for and the increase in your curves is
surely testament to that. Perhaps I should commission a portrait myself,” she
teased.

Anne shook her head then winked
at Jane. “Mr. Harper no longer accepts commissions. He is our personal
residential artist now.” Guy moved to her side and took her hand then raised it
to his lips. Edward took her other hand and held it between both of his.

And as Jane began to regale them
with a tale of
Prinny’s
latest rumored exploits
around London, Anne looked up at the paintings above the fireplace. She smiled
inwardly as she located the kissing bough on the third portrait, for the
mistletoe was bereft of berries. The bough itself had been full at Christmas, dotted
with numerous shiny white beads, but over the course of the festive
celebrations, every time that Anne had made love to her men, they had removed a
berry until it was totally bare.

The initial painting had shown
the bough with the white berries intact, but Anne had requested that Guy remove
them in honor of their very own mistletoe ménage. And every time she gazed at
the picture, it brought a smile to her face, knowing that she had conceived her
child during their tender, passionate lovemaking, and knowing that her future,
which had once appeared so lonely and dull, was now extremely bright indeed.

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