effect. He was tempted to tarry.
James was clearly not unaffected either. With his legs
splayed wide a growing bulge was prominently displayed at the apex of his
trousers.
“Would you like it if James stroked himself for you,
Amelia?” Arthur wondered what visual and verbal stimulation Amelia might enjoy.
“ Mmm .”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” In pursuit of Amelia’s enhanced pleasure Arthur
enjoyed gently exerting his control.
“Yes, please!” Her immediate response was everything
Arthur could have asked for, without needing to.
James appeared eager to oblige, taking his eyes off
the scene in front of him to look at what he was doing. He was unfastening his trousers and releasing
his erection.
Amelia was watching every movement, and Arthur took
the opportunity to jolt her attention back to him by pressing forefinger and
thumb together with her nipple trapped between.
“How about you, James? Do
you like what you can see, or would you like to see a little bit more?”
“Definitely … a little … bit … more.”James’s words were carefully enunciated in time with the movements of his hand wrapped
tight around his cock.
Moving carefully, so as not to break the intensity
binding the three of them together, Arthur lifted Amelia up and away from him,
clasping her shoulders gently to ensure she was steady on her feet. Once he was
sure she’d found her balance he bent forward to grip the hem of her dress and
began lifting it, one slow centimetre at a time.
James flashed a cheeky grin. “Now that’s a sight for a
sore cock.”
Arthur faltered in his movements as an involuntary
chuckle burst from his chest.
“Why do I think you’re not talking about a bird?”
Amelia asked.
Still laughing Arthur responded to Amelia’s
interjection. “Quite right, my love, men like to call their manhood a cock on
occasion. “
“Cock.”
Both men groaned as Amelia tested the sound of the
word, which clearly only inspired her to try it again. “I like looking at your cocks .”
“Get her back under control, Arthur.” James’s tone was
teasing, but Arthur sensed an undercurrent of urgency to it, especially when
James then turned to Amelia, “or you’ll become the chicken to my pouncing fox.”
In one swift move Arthur lifted Amelia’s dress over
her head, leaving her in a significantly more transparent and accessible
chemise and stockings.
“Better,
James?”
“Infinitely.”
While Amelia stood before him Arthur took the
opportunity to unfasten his own trousers. They had been getting damn
uncomfortable. Even at this stage of the affair, before any extensive physical
contact, Arthur found himself fully engorged. He shouldn’t be surprised. His
life had never been so sexually or emotionally exciting before.
“Amelia, do you remember how you rode James this
morning?” Arthur asked as a reminder. He didn’t for one moment think she’d
forgotten; her willingness and obvious enjoyment of their sexual interludes
spoke of it meaning as much to her as him.
“How could I forget? It was only this morning.” Amelia
teased, before confirming Arthur’s belief in how much their physical acts meant
to her. “It was remarkable, James inside me, but also the excitement of moving
up and down him. I felt so free, my heart nearly left my body, and yet at the
same time so safe with my body and heart tethered to you both.”
“I would love it if you rode me,” Arthur said guiding
her backwards, “just a little different, so James can join in, too. If I tuck
my legs together can you kneel with your legs either side? No don’t turn. Keep
facing James.”
“Like this?”
Using the sturdy arms of the chair, which was
accommodatingly wide, Amelia had managed to follow his instructions.
“Perfect, now comes the slightly tricky bit.” Arthur
gripped his cock in one hand and rested the other on the indentation of
Amelia’s waist, pulling down gently to help coax her into position. She
James was clearly not unaffected either. With his legs
splayed wide a growing bulge was prominently displayed at the apex of his
trousers.
“Would you like it if James stroked himself for you,
Amelia?” Arthur wondered what visual and verbal stimulation Amelia might enjoy.
“ Mmm .”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?” In pursuit of Amelia’s enhanced pleasure Arthur
enjoyed gently exerting his control.
“Yes, please!” Her immediate response was everything
Arthur could have asked for, without needing to.
James appeared eager to oblige, taking his eyes off
the scene in front of him to look at what he was doing. He was unfastening his trousers and releasing
his erection.
Amelia was watching every movement, and Arthur took
the opportunity to jolt her attention back to him by pressing forefinger and
thumb together with her nipple trapped between.
“How about you, James? Do
you like what you can see, or would you like to see a little bit more?”
“Definitely … a little … bit … more.”James’s words were carefully enunciated in time with the movements of his hand wrapped
tight around his cock.
Moving carefully, so as not to break the intensity
binding the three of them together, Arthur lifted Amelia up and away from him,
clasping her shoulders gently to ensure she was steady on her feet. Once he was
sure she’d found her balance he bent forward to grip the hem of her dress and
began lifting it, one slow centimetre at a time.
James flashed a cheeky grin. “Now that’s a sight for a
sore cock.”
Arthur faltered in his movements as an involuntary
chuckle burst from his chest.
“Why do I think you’re not talking about a bird?”
Amelia asked.
Still laughing Arthur responded to Amelia’s
interjection. “Quite right, my love, men like to call their manhood a cock on
occasion. “
“Cock.”
Both men groaned as Amelia tested the sound of the
word, which clearly only inspired her to try it again. “I like looking at your cocks .”
“Get her back under control, Arthur.” James’s tone was
teasing, but Arthur sensed an undercurrent of urgency to it, especially when
James then turned to Amelia, “or you’ll become the chicken to my pouncing fox.”
In one swift move Arthur lifted Amelia’s dress over
her head, leaving her in a significantly more transparent and accessible
chemise and stockings.
“Better,
James?”
“Infinitely.”
While Amelia stood before him Arthur took the
opportunity to unfasten his own trousers. They had been getting damn
uncomfortable. Even at this stage of the affair, before any extensive physical
contact, Arthur found himself fully engorged. He shouldn’t be surprised. His
life had never been so sexually or emotionally exciting before.
“Amelia, do you remember how you rode James this
morning?” Arthur asked as a reminder. He didn’t for one moment think she’d
forgotten; her willingness and obvious enjoyment of their sexual interludes
spoke of it meaning as much to her as him.
“How could I forget? It was only this morning.” Amelia
teased, before confirming Arthur’s belief in how much their physical acts meant
to her. “It was remarkable, James inside me, but also the excitement of moving
up and down him. I felt so free, my heart nearly left my body, and yet at the
same time so safe with my body and heart tethered to you both.”
“I would love it if you rode me,” Arthur said guiding
her backwards, “just a little different, so James can join in, too. If I tuck
my legs together can you kneel with your legs either side? No don’t turn. Keep
facing James.”
“Like this?”
Using the sturdy arms of the chair, which was
accommodatingly wide, Amelia had managed to follow his instructions.
“Perfect, now comes the slightly tricky bit.” Arthur
gripped his cock in one hand and rested the other on the indentation of
Amelia’s waist, pulling down gently to help coax her into position. She
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