Page 22 of My Lord, Lady, and Gentleman

“All well?” asked Clayton. “This feels so damned good…”

“Mmmm,” said Susanna, feverishly caressing Joseph’s shoulders and Clayton’s hands, her heels digging into the mattress. “So good. I’m stretched and full.”

Joseph tweaked her nipple. “Me too. Christ. The ache…I need to come. So badly.”

“Then come,” Clayton growled, thrusting hard.

The bed creaked, the rail at the head thudded against the wall, and yet those sounds were nothing compared to the symphony of raw moans as Clayton took Joseph and Joseph took her in a frenzy of straining limbs and sweat-drenched skin. Joseph came with a harsh cry, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her as he flooded her quim with seed for the first time, and she sobbed at the glory of it, the intense sensations hurling her over the edge into her own powerful orgasm. After Joseph collapsed on top of her, Clayton thrust twice more, rocking them both, before he came with a low roar.

The two men were a hot, crushing weight, but fortunately both were aware enough to carefully withdraw. Clayton sank down beside her, and Joseph beside him, and then their lover tugged the quilts up and wrapped an arm around each of them. A sweaty, sticky, warm cocoon of perfection.

The first day of forever.

Together.

* * *

“I can’t believe Clayton is finally letting us see the painting.”

Joseph grinned at Susanna as they strolled together across the entrance hall. The elegant little invitations they had received, complete with a hilarious little caricature drawing of all three of them holding hands and dancing half-naked at a dull and stuffy ball, had specified a viewing time of precisely two o’clock. “I can’t believe he is still alive after five straight days of painting with oils. I’ve never seen anything like it, as though he was gripped by some sort of madness. If we hadn’t coaxed him out each evening with food and shoulder massages…”

“And pleasure,” added Susanna with a laugh.

“I think he might well have stayed in that room and not ate or slept or bathed or even brushed his hair. He definitely wouldn’t have changed out of his paint-splattered smock, and those buckskins.”

She sighed, a dreamy look on her face. “I must say, I’m more than a bit partial to those buckskins. So very formfitting.”

“Me too,” he admitted. “Clayton has an exceptional ass.”

“Almost as good as yours.”

“You think so?”

Susanna smiled blandly, even as her left hand moved stealthily to cup his backside and give it a light squeeze. “Definitely.”

He shivered. “What a wicked wife you are. Clayton and I will have to give you a stern tongue lashing later.”

“Oh, I certainly hope so,” she replied happily.

The last five days had been nothing short of magical, both in the bedchamber and out. Clayton had selected a chamber in their home, and they had sent a carriage to both the Piccadilly lodgings and his rooms in Guildford for all his belongings. He had measured Clayton for a new wardrobe, every layer from unmentionables to greatcoats, although that particular task had taken far longer than it should have because they kept getting distracted by his lack of clothing. Then they had visited the warehouses to select bolts of fabric. It had taken a lot of coaxing for Clayton to choose more than two, until they’d explained to him that not only did it make them happy to give him these gifts, a handsome gentleman strutting about in a range of Fenton cloth was exceedingly good for business. And he would be strutting about in the highest of circles; the Prince Regent had expressed an interest in seeing a private exhibition of Clayton’s work and having his current favorite mistress painted. Indeed, since the Princess of Wales had made her home in Italy, the future king had been remarkably amiable.

As for in the bedchamber…Christ. Their interludes just kept getting better.

They held nothing back from each other when it came to desires and questions and comfort. And there was so much care and affection alongside the fierce pleasure. Never did he feel used or excluded or ignored. Just important. Valued. And he had become rather proficient in licking quim, if he did say so himself. Nothing brought him greater satisfaction than making Susie come just as hard as Clayton. And now Clayton had introduced them to pleasure toys like jade cock rings, small silver clamps held together by a fine chain for Susie’s nipples, and a luxurious leather dildo about the girth of two fingers that they were using to train and widen her ass.

Joseph shivered as they halted outside the music room. He was very much looking forward to the day she was ready to be taken simultaneously in quim and ass. There was something extra special about the fucking when they were all connected together, and he was twice blessed with a beautiful lady and a handsome gentleman as his lovers.

“My lord, you have a certain expression on your face that leads me to believe you are thinking naughty things.”

He shrugged. “How could I not be, with you and him around? I was a little concerned this morning might have been too much, with Clay’s cock in your mouth, my cock in your quim, and that little dildo in your backside. But you seem to be quite well.”

Susanna leaned closer. “I am more than well, and eager for more. Perhaps tonight we could…you know…”

Groaning, Joseph knocked on the door. “Tonight is so far away.”

His wife gave him an unrepentant smirk. “There, there.”

A muffled call of enter sounded from inside the room, and they opened the door and walked in. Clayton stood, rather disheveled, in the now familiar smock and breeches beside the roaring, crackling fireplace that he had kept well-stoked to assist with the drying process. Apparently, oil paintings needed to be done in layers, and he couldn’t wait to see the final result, for Clayton had not permitted them to see the canvas while he was working on it.