But it was affection, not love that bound Mrs. Bentley and I together. We both came to realize it after a short time, but after her arrival I found myself venturing out once again, first to stroll along Saville Row, and then London of an evening.
Once again, this time at Mrs. Bentley's urging, I grew a beard; and eventually I took advantage of my club membership and soon entered into what one might say was a virtual ironclad routine of rising at the same time each morning and arriving at the Reform Club at exactly noon to spend the next twelve hours there before departing for my residence on Saville Row.
Mrs. Bentley's visits soon fell off to three times a week, during which times we fornicated like rabbits. I shall not bore the reader further with our dalliances, except to relate upon the one evening Mrs. Bentley arrived with Dolly in tow.
And what an unforgettable evening it was.
I was not expecting Dolly at all. They made it a surprise, and a grand surprise it was. I learned that Dolly had missed our randy play and it turned out that although she dearly loved her husband, he lacked shall we say, a certain adroitness generally required of a lover in the boudoir.
We did not waste much time in beginning to remove our clothing. I recall making Dolly gasp as I found her drawers under the layers of skirt and underskirt and petticoat. She stopped, her fingers paused in opening her bodice, and I smiled. She wore one of the pairs I had given to her during the time we spent together; little more than scraps of sheer lace held snug by a knotted cord.
She moaned and began to move against me as I cupped her cunt through the lace. I rubbed my fingers against her lips, feeling the heat of them, and the dampness.
"In for a penny, in for a pound," I murmured for some silly reason as I found the knot which held her drawers tight and slipped it loose.
Mrs. Bentley was in the process of removing a stocking as I slid one finger inside Dolly, and as I added a second, Mrs. Bentley stuck her tongue out at me in a school girlish manner and lewdly hissed, "You'll have more than enough to eat this night, me love."
I laughed at her and gave her what I hoped was a lascivious wink; and found myself totally enthralled by Dolly's most warm, wet quim. I kissed her throat and she rolled her hips against me then arched her back. I began to frig her and felt the buzz of her voice against my throat as she said, "I've really missed you so much."
My fingers were gliding in and out of her thoroughly saturated cunt when her hands dove into her skirts to play with mine. Then Mrs. Bentley knelt next to us having removed one stocking, but not the other and stroked Dolly's fluttering thighs and her shivering belly with one hand while the other freed Dolly's magnificent breasts from their confinement.
I removed my hand from her skirts and held my fingers up for Dolly to lick, which she did playfully relishing the taste of herself. She looked up at me with a satisfied, feline smile. "And what might we be contemplating next?" She asked coquettishly, as Mrs. Bentley surreptitiously brought my prick into view.
"Give it a nice suck, would you Mrs. Bentley?" I asked.
"Please, call me Eunice when we're having a fuck would you dearie?" she replied with a grin like a cat having swallowed a canary. Then of course, after spitting a long string of saliva upon my knob, she devoured me.
"Yes, of course, I replied when I'd recaptured my breath then gave myself up to the delightful sensations of her tongue as it rolled over my erection.
Dolly reached across her to rub my foot, then my calf. Eunice's hand darted down to stroke my thigh and I groaned contentedly.
I started to protest, wanting to get back to Dolly's quim, but both women shushed me. Moreover, Dolly's nimble fingers had located my testicles and begun tickling them as Eunice sucked laboriously upon my manhood.
I leaned back against Dolly, cradling my head against her shoulder, as she slipped a dainty finger inside my arse. Turning my head slightly, I found her lips and we kissed with open mouths until the naughty devil sent a second finger up me arse to join the first.
I groaned, and she shushed me again. We kissed some more then I lifted my body up to meet her probing fingers. My back arched like a bow, my head fell back away from her mouth, and she looked on smiling, her fingers doing devilish work as the candles flickered in her deep blue eyes.
And then there was this magnificent wave. It came over me all at once, that wave; my prick exploded, and I fell back onto the featherbed with a feeling of weightlessness and euphoria. A few minutes passed before I was sufficiently roused to renew my play with the two beauties. Dolly hissed in pleasure as I stroked her cunt again, velvety, and hot it was. She tangled her fingers in my hair and rolled her hips against my hand. I felt the muscles in her calves tighten under my caress and I urged my tongue into her quim as Eunice caught each of Dolly's nipples and worked them, twisting them one way and then the other and Dolly moaned with erotic pleasure each time Eunice changed direction.
I slid a hand down her flank to her buttocks, ducking beneath the hem of the chemise to caress her skin as I found her little nub; the little man in the boat tis called, and worried at it with my lips and teeth.
She cried out something wordless, and threw her arms back over her head. I worried the boatman some more then stopped to have a look at that lovely cunt of hers; a cunt that I had sorely missed. It gaped at me, wet it was for certain; the juices of her pleasure were smeared along her trembling thighs. And Eunice, whom I had been neglecting, had one hand pawing lewdly at Dolly's breast and was breathing in ragged, lusty pants. She, like Dolly appeared to be utterly beyond herself; and I had never seen either of them look more beautiful then they did at that moment.
I took a moment to tell them just that and they covered my face and neck with wet kisses, ending by kissing one another, using their tongues in superb fashion I might add and before they had finished their kissing I was in possession of a roaring erection and wondering where to stick it.
Mrs. Bentley won the honors. I took her arm and positioned her with her arse protruding off the end the bed. I knelt on a bench behind Mrs. Bentley and admired her fine arse, running my hands lightly over her rump at first, then getting rougher and squeezing those plump cheeks with both hands, causing her to moan with pleasure. Releasing her cheeks for the moment, I reached round her front and found her nipples. They were heavy with blood, and the touch thrilled us both.
"Oh!" she moaned, pushing her arse back against me, "Oh!"
Behind her, kneeling by the headboard, I could see Dolly looking down on the scene, chewing absently on a strand of her blonde hair.
I let go her teats and eased backward a bit, then leaned forward and began to gamahuch Eunice for her arse had the strongest appeal to me at that very moment. Using long, lascivious swipes of my tongue from the star of her puckered arsehole to her now unhidden boatman I caused Eunice to cry out: "No, No, with your prick!"
Eunice didn't wait for me to act, but reached back and, taking it firmly in hand, guided it to her cunt. She paused for a second, her palm along my shaft, her fingertips against my balls; my knob at the wet entrance of her labia; then she drew in her breath and thrust back at me and it seemed my prick was sucked into her rather than me pushing it into her.
It disappeared into her so easily; so rapidly that it was much akin to a knife cutting through butter.
"OHHHHH YES!" She sighed, as the entirety of my member entered her.
Her mouth fluttered open. Her belly rippled thrice and she grimaced in pleasure. I began to fuck her, using slow, drawn out strokes that had her hips squirming and writhing in pleasure while she moaned thickly with undisguised pleasure.
I caressed her back, my hands gliding up and down her smooth, pliant flesh; then reached under to fondle her breasts.
A quick glance over at Dolly found her removing the remainder of her clothing while pressing first one hand, then the other into her quim depending on which was needed to remove her garments.
Eunice hissed softly as I squeezed her swollen mounds in my hands; then pinched her rigid nipples. In return, she cupped and then lightly squeezed my balls.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good, Mr. Fogg," she murmured and turned her face to mine.
We changed to a more comfortable position and I whispered in her ear, "Please, call me Phileas," bringing the two of us to a first name basis at last. Then we enjoyed a deep kiss while I caressed her cock filled cunt and we moaned into each other's mouth.
Slowly, Eunice straightened. Her hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on my lap. She groaned and her back arched slowly. Her hips swirled slowly; her buttocks constantly flexing and squeezing my prick.
