Page 55 of Scandalous Passions

“Ooooh, yes,” said Marjorie, her eyes sparkling. “Touching myself is quite wonderful, but it cannot compare to being touched and kissed and fucked by you both.”

Lachlan laughed, delighted at her candor. She had been well taught. “What do my ladies w-wish?”

“On your feet, pet,” said Lady Janet. “Marjorie and I shall assist you in undressing.”

Even the thought of their hands on him once more almost made him moan. Never had he scrambled to his feet so swiftly.

His women teased him unmercifully as they slowly removed his mantle, then unhooked the fastenings on his doublet, rubbing their breasts against his chest and back and arms, their fingers brushing his swelling cock and the curve of his arse through his hose.

Marjorie paused and tilted her head. “May I ask…why always a red doublet?”

Lachlan smiled ruefully. “The color was…my mother’s favorite. Naught to do with…blood.”

“We shall conceal that fact from your enemies,” said Lady Janet, her eyes glinting. “Now for that shirt. ’Tis a sin to keep that magnificent chest covered.”

Soon soft fingers caressed his skin, threaded through his chest hair, and tweaked his nipples before moving down to strip him of his shoes, hose, and stockings. By the time he stood naked, he panted with need.

“Now, pet,” purred Lady Janet. “We are going to undress dear Marjorie. Tease her until she needs sweet release as much as you do.”

His heart pounding with excitement, Lachlan assisted his mistress with undressing his wife. First her hood, then girdle and silver-embroidered gown, kirtle, and finally her shift, shoes, and stockings. Unable to resist the temptation, he stood behind Marjorie and cupped her breasts in his hands, pinching her tender nipples before offering them to Lady Janet to be sucked.

Marjorie whimpered.

“Something the matter, dear one?” asked Lady Janet lazily, flicking her tongue over those swollen tips as one finger trailed down Marjorie’s stomach, parted her bush, and stroked her center.

“Is she wet enough, mistress?” Lachlan rasped, gently biting the curve of his wife’s neck and turning her whimpers into a pleading cry.

“Not quite, pet. Sit on the chaise with Marjorie on your lap. Spread her thighs wide for me. You want me to taste that sweet little cunt, don’t you dear one?”

“Please,” Marjorie begged. “Please.”

Almost shaking with lust, his cock throbbing with the need to spend, Lachlan sat on the chaise and carefully settled his wife on his lap, hooking her legs over his before sliding both hands down and parting the crisp hair. Marjorie’s hips circled in an attempt to get him to touch her pearl, but his questing fingers merely circled the swollen bud before delving farther down to stroke the pink, petal-soft flesh. Already the heady scent of her arousal perfumed the air.

Lady Janet licked her lips, her gaze pure hunger, and Lachlan grinned.

“Enjoy your feast, mistress.”

“Oh, I shall.”

…

Lachlan’s brawny chest supporting her, Janet’s wicked tongue teasing her, was wondrous enough. But knowing they both loved her also…

Marjorie trembled, her heart so full, her body craving the touch of her husband and mistress so much, she could scarcely see straight. Each time they were together, she thought she knew how pleasure felt and what to expect. Yet each time Janet and Lachlan took her to new heights, and now, safe and loved and cherished and protected, it seemed she might soar to the heavens. Just a moment more. A moment more of Lachlan kissing and nipping at her neck, and Janet sucking her pearl and gently penetrating her with two fingers, and she would reach an ecstasy like no other…

Her eyes flew open. “Nooooo!” she spluttered. “Why did you stop?”

Janet sat back on her heels and licked her glistening lips. “Because, dear one, we are going to change position. I shall undress, then we’ll arrange some cushions on the ground for Lachlan to lie on. While you ride him until he spends every drop of seed inside you, he will lick my cunt.”

Marjorie stilled, hardly daring to hope, and below her, she felt Lachlan tense in surprise also. “Inside me?”

“Well, it is the most successful way of trying for a child.”

“Are you sure?” asked Lachlan. “That will be…hurtful for you.”

Janet took a deep breath. “I wish only for your happiness. I understand it is a child that will make you happy, and you have my blessing. Yes, if you succeed I will be joyful, but there will be days that hurt. When I am envious and sad, disappointed and angry that my body always failed me in this one task. On those days I will need special care. Patience and compassion and reassurance that I have much to offer this trio.”

“But you do!” burst out Marjorie. “You are the fire that sparks us. The armor that protects. The wise woman who lovingly nurtures.”