Page 20 of My Lord, Lady, and Gentleman

Smiling, Clayton unfastened his trousers and shuffled back, so he was propped up on the pillows. “You heard the lady. Suck my cock. As for you, darling, I’m desperate for those pouty lips…”

Soon Susanna’s lips were so swollen she tore her mouth away, panting for breath. Then she undid the ribbon holding her nightgown bodice closed, cupped one perfect little breast, and offered it up to him. Excited beyond words, Clayton arched her over one arm and nuzzled her taut nipples, his tongue flicking and lips drawing hard, making her whimper. But Joseph, his disobedient nearly-lover, was too busy watching them to undertake his allotted task.

“Suck me, my lord,” he said, cupping Joseph’s head and stroking his hair, before pushing it downward. “Now.”

Joseph shuddered, his cock tenting his nightshirt, and he quickly settled himself between Clayton’s legs. The baron fumbled with the buttons, but at last held Clayton’s erection in his hands. Then he leaned down to rub his cheek against Clayton’s groin. Fuck. Never had it been so erotic to have another man stroke his cock, to watch him take it in his mouth and close his lips around the engorged head.

“Yes,” Clayton hissed, as he sucked on Susanna’s nipples in unison with Joseph’s truly superb sucking of his cock. “Excellent.”

In reply, Joseph swallowed him deeper. “Mmmm.”

“I’m enjoying my lady. Her breasts are almost as sweet as her hot little cunt.”

Susanna whimpered again, writhing against his arm, and the scent of her wetness fragranced the air. It was almost too much, especially with Joseph’s tongue fluttering and his lips and cheeks providing the most glorious suction, and Clayton definitely wasn’t ready to come just yet.

Abruptly he tangled his fingers in Joseph’s hair, jerking him away from his cock feast.

The baron looked up, his eyes wide. “Is…is something wrong?”

“Not at all,” said Clayton, cupping Joseph’s cheek. “But today I want to come in that perfect firm ass of yours, not your mouth.”

Joseph sent his wife a pleading glance. “Can he, Susie?”

“Yes,” she whispered, licking her lips. “I want to watch him take you. Hard.”

“Thank you, darling,” said Clayton, kissing her swiftly. “First I need to prepare him. Joseph, do you have any oil?”

“I do,” he replied, turning and reaching over to open the drawer in the small stand beside his bed. In it was a clear glass bottle of golden oil. “Here.”

“Excellent. Now, drape yourself over our laps so she can see what is done. Oh, and Joseph…I’m quite certain Susanna’s wet cunt needs your fingers, so attend to that while I attend to you.”

His eyes feverish with excitement, Joseph shoved back the quilts and moved to lie slightly diagonally; his knees between Clayton’s legs, and stomach on Clayton’s left thigh, with the rest of his torso propped on his forearms in the space between Clayton and Susanna. Fortunately Joseph wasn’t a tall man, and this was a big bed. A proper ménage would be almost impossible otherwise. “I’m ready.”

Clayton folded up Joseph’s nightshirt and caressed his ass, making him shiver. “Then let us begin.”

* * *

Watching Clayton and Joseph was a little bit like the times she’d watched the people in the alley. And yet infinitely better and more erotic, because she wasn’t a far away, lonely voyeur, but part of it. For even as her men pleasured each other, she was always on their minds.

Her men.

Susanna quivered at the thought. Indeed, she’d strolled down the path in the direction of trio when she’d told them to kiss. But when she’d instructed Joseph to suck Clayton’s cock…it seemed in her heart the deal was signed and sealed. Watching them made her so wet and achy, and knowing they cared, knowing they cherished and wanted her as much as they cherished and wanted each other, was the most sensual delight of all.

Apart from having her clitoris teased, of course.

Moaning, Susanna ground her mound against Joseph’s hand. Her husband had gained so much proficiency in his abilities, and his thick, slightly calloused fingers inside her, his thumb pressing and circling her swollen clitoris, was almost too delicious. The urge to let her head fall back onto the pillows and revel in the sweet torment was strong. But if she did that, she would miss what Clayton was about to do to Joseph’s backside. And she was entirely too curious about the process.

“Yes,” she whispered, as Clayton uncorked the oil bottle and poured a quantity into his left palm, before coating the index and middle finger of his right hand in the slick liquid. Then he gently parted the firm curves, smoothing the oil around Joseph’s back entrance until it was nice and slick, and carefully worked one then two fingers inside.

Joseph gasped and arched. “More. Please.”

“What does it feel like, being touched there?” asked Susanna breathlessly, unable to stay silent.

“It’s tight, so a pinch to start,” rasped Joseph, his fingers stilling inside her. “And it aches when you get stretched. But the ache changes from discomfort to acute pleasure…ah fuck…as they stroke in and out.”

Clayton smiled. “Good answer, my lord. And very good question, darling. Feel free to ask, anytime. Because one day, I would certainly love to do this to you.”

Her quim throbbed. “You would?”