I knew by the mischievous gleam in my husband's eye that he had special plans for me this evening. Although he sat placidly in his chair by the fire, sipping his after dinner port, his demeanor communicated to me that he would reveal his intentions before long.
As for me, I sat across from him on the settee, quietly attending to my needlework, my own calm exterior belying the sensual pulsing that had already sprang up in my loins. The firelight glinted on my husband's raven hair, offsetting the strong planes of his cheeks and jaw. I had only to think of the raw male power coiled beneath his white shirt and black dinner jacket and trousers, to experience a frisson of pure raw lust. The erotic sensation radiated upward, into my belly, stirring the deep, wild longing that Lucius Bramwell had stirred in me from the moment we'd met two years ago on his clipper ship.
"Samuel," Lucius addressed our dinner companion and my husband's long time friend from Oxford, "I'm so sorry to be losing you to the New World. You are my oldest and dearest friend."
Samuel Worthing, a handsome man in his own right, bowed his head of chestnut hair. "I feel the same, Lucius, but there are railroads to be built and civilizations to raise from the dust."
"When does your ship leave, Mr. Worthing?" I asked, making an effort to engage in polite conversation. Meanwhile my nipples tingled and pushed against my corset. I sensed Lucius' mind churning, thinking up the next erotic task he would have me perform for him. He had made it one of his life's works to unleash the full power of my sexuality and knew the exact ways to do so. His dedication fueled the already burning passion between us.
Mr. Worthing sighed. "In two days' time, I'm afraid."
I nodded, not looking up from my stitchery. "That is quite soon, I agree."
"Which leads me to something I've been considering, my dear." Lucius' voice held meaning and conveyed to me his disreputable intentions without words. Once again, I sensed that my beloved husband had considered my deepest needs and fantasies and was preparing to draw them out of me.
I looked up at him, captured by the devilish gleam the firelight cast in his chocolate-hued eyes. "Yes, my lord?" I asked softly, setting down my needlework. My heart pumped madly in my chest, waiting for his next words.
A grin curved his sculpted lips and he leaned forward in his chair, casually holding his port glass. "I have thought up a going away gift for our friend, one that will send him off to the New World in a most memorable way."
The tenor of his voice sent a thrill shooting right up the slit of my sex and I immediately felt the dew of arousal collect and seep into my drawers. I cast a quick glance at Mr. Worthing who had sat up straight in his chair, intrigue deepening the azure hue of his eyes. "And what is that, husband?"
Lucius looked right at me, his dark eyes glinting like I imagined the fires of hell would glint. "You, dearest."
My cheeks infused with heat and my breasts surged as if Lucius held an invisible chain to them, which he yanked to send shards of heat through them. My nipples hardened without even needing his touch.
"Lucius, you can't be serious." Disbelief mired Samuel's voice.
Lucius looked at him, his grin widening. "Ah, but I am completely serious. My dear Evangeline would love to bring you to the heights of pleasure before you take your leave of us forever." He turned to me. "Wouldn't you?"
I nodded. "Yes, my lord," I breathed in a voice thickened by desire.
Lucius set down his glass, rose from his chair and stood over me, winding his fingers into my hair. "That's a good girl. My Evangeline will do anything I ask of her." His large fingers worked the pins out of my hair, letting the tresses tumble about my shoulders. He proceeded to trail his touch across my cheek and over my lips. Whenever he did this, my reflex was to take one of his fingers into my mouth and suckle it madly. In spite of Samuel's astonished presence, I did precisely this, unable to contain my arousal. I murmured in satisfaction as Lucius' finger pulsed against my tongue, rousing my hunger for his erect shaft to do the same between my legs.
"Isn't she beautiful, Samuel?" Lucius crooned like Satan tempting an angel.
I felt Samuel staring at me and cut my eyes at him sensuously. Once again, Lucius had unleashed the wild, lustful bitch lurking in my soul.
"Yes, Lucius, she is." Samuel's voice had fallen to a husky tenor, trembling with desire.
"And she will do anything for you, even on her hands and knees."
Samuel's breath caught loudly and I saw him go visibly weak.
Lucius pulled his finger from my mouth and bid me to stand. "Undress for us, darling," he said, his voice silky with promise, yet firm, in control.
"Yes, my lord." I lifted my hair and turned my back so that he could undo the long row of buttons on the back of my dress.
When he'd finished, he let the garment fall to a taffeta pool around my legs. Without hesitation, he pulled the laces of my corset, letting it fell away so that my breasts, swollen and aching to be licked and suckled and handled by two pairs of hungry male hands could tumble free.
Lucius then returned to his chair and sat, along with Samuel, watching me divest my body of camisole, drawers and stockings until I stood completely naked before them.
Their gazes raked over me, passing over my breasts, the rosy tips hard with longing, down my stomach to my mound of curls. Between my thighs, my sex ached and pulsed with the driving need to be filled.
"Come here, Evangeline," Lucius commanded.
I did as he asked and was rewarded with his strong hand smoothing, palm down, across my breasts and belly and then, my buttocks, squeezing the orbs of pale flesh with unconcealed lust. He reached down and spread open the fleshy lips of my sex, slipping two large fingertips between the slick folds. At the intimate contact, his face darkened with hunger. "Ah, Evangeline." He turned his head slightly in the direction of his friend who now sat enthralled by the sight before him. "My wife's cunt is like a silk glove, soft and slippery and always ready to be filled." He sheathed his index and middle fingers deep inside me, pulsing them in and out until I moaned, supporting my weight with a hand on his shoulder.
He pulled his fingers out, coated with my musk and rubbed them on my nipples, shooting waves of pleasure through the already hardened peaks. He closed one large hand around my breast, squeezing it firmly. "Now, Evangeline, let our guest have a taste of your delicious gifts."
My chest heaved with the labored breathing of arousal and my lids were heavy over my eyes. "Yes, my lord," I breathed.
Lucius released me and I stepped over to Samuel's chair, kneeling down before him.
He looked at me wide-eyed, his face flushed with desire.
I picked up his hand and placed it over one of my breasts, pressing his palm down on it, moving his touch in a tight circle. "Touch me," I whispered. I closed his fingers more tightly around the swell of flesh before lifting my hand away.
Hungrily he groped at my breast, squeezing it and, growing bolder, taking my rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The devil seemed to take him in that moment for a lustful gleam stole into his eyes and he pinched down harder on my nipple, looking into my face for a reaction.