Literotic asexstories – A Ducal Surprise by cocteleo,cocteleo
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy the final installment of Cynthia’s story! I already have some ideas for Pembroke’s story and I’m looking forward to putting them on paper. I’ve categorized this in Group Sex since people seemed to have a hard time with the last installment going into Loving Wives. I’ve submitted a category change for that, so hopefully it will happen soon. In the meantime, happy reading!
The week after Lady Barlestone’s ball passed in a blur of emotional torment and sexual delight for Cynthia, Duchess of Norland. Her husband’s friends, the Dukes of Stamford and Pembroke, seemed to be everywhere she and Jeremy went, and they continued to put her in compromising positions.
During another ball, Stamford led her into Lord Wolvey’s darkened study where she sucked his enormous cock while on her knees. It was as proportionately long and thick as he was tall and broad, and her pussy had flooded with moisture while she worshiped his enormous prick with her lips and tongue, imagining it stretching her tight cunt to the brink.
Then Pembroke fingered her to an orgasm in a secluded corner down a deserted hallway during a musicale, her skirts lifted while he whispered filthy encouragement in her ear. Her climax came at the same time as the symphony’s, and the strains of the violins had covered her quiet gasps and moans.
Neither of the men had any compunction about touching her in public; secret brushes of their fingers against her nipples, her bum, the sensitive skin of her neck when no one else was looking. Pembroke had even cupped her under the table at a dinner party, rubbing her through her dress as she tried not to squirm. They hadn’t fucked her pussy yet, but she only felt a very small sense of relief about that. After all, it didn’t seem like it would be long before she would have to cross that line as well.
And every night, as soon as they arrived home, Jeremy would fuck her hard and long, making her come over and over. Sometimes, afterwards, Cynthia would turn her face into her pillow and indulge in a few tears, releasing her pent-up anxiety and remorse.
She had no one to turn to. Her mother was out of the question–Lady Linley would not only be unhelpful, she would most likely fall into strong hysterics. There was no way Cynthia could confide in her few friends, either. They were all as innocent as she had been before her marriage and would be scandalized beyond belief by her behavior.
The daughter of a lowly baronet marrying the Duke of Norland had been one of the biggest social coups of the decade, and Cynthia couldn’t believe she was endangering it with her infidelity.
But she didn’t know how to stop it. Every time Pembroke or Stamford ordered her to her knees, or to spread her legs, she obeyed with an increasing eagerness. Having three attractive, powerful Dukes attend to her every sexual need was irresistible. Even throughout her guilt and mortification, she couldn’t help feeling a vain conceit at being so desired by the three most coveted men of the ton.
And the pleasure! She had never felt as full of lust before, even during those first three weeks after the wedding, when Jeremy was initiating her to all of the delights of the marriage bed. Now, Cynthia was always wet, her nipples always sensitive, her thoughts always on who would do what to her next. Her mind constantly wandered throughout the day, imagining the next nasty, debauched act, and wishing for it to come at the same time as dreading it.
The threat of discovery kept her in a constant state of arousal and fear, but she must have been successful at hiding her feelings. At any rate, Jeremy did not seem to notice her distress, for which she was enormously thankful. Theirs had not been precisely a love match, but she felt loyalty and an increasing affection for him. Her sense of wrongdoing grew as her knowledge of him grew. He was a good man; he did not deserve an unfaithful wife!
One morning over breakfast a little over a week from that night at Lady Barlestone’s ball, Jeremy interrupted the guilty whirl of thoughts plaguing her mind as she mechanically ate her toast and stared out the window.
“I have some business to attend to at one of my smaller estates, Atherstone House. You will join me and we shall depart tomorrow.”
“Oh! So soon, Jeremy?” Cynthia put down her toast and immediately began composing a list in her head of all the routs and balls to which they had accepted invitations. There would be a lot of disappointed hostesses in the coming week when they received Cynthia’s letters of regret.
“Have Simmons pack for a week,” he continued. “I don’t intend to make a long stay of it, just long enough to be sure the steward understood my instructions and to see them carried out as I wish.”
Atherstone House was only half a day’s ride from town, but it seemed far enough away that Cynthia felt a surge of relief at being able to escape the other Dukes’ attentions for a whole week.
Then Jeremy added, “Oh, and of course Stamford and Pem will be there, too. In fact, I’ve asked Stamford to take you there in his carriage; I won’t be able to leave town until later in the morning and I’m sure you would wish for an earlier start.”
A stab of anxiety lanced through Cynthia as she stammered, “There’s no need to put Stamford out, Jeremy. I can easily wait for you.”
“No, I’ve already decided,” Jeremy said dismissively, returning to his newspaper. “You will go with Stamford.” His note was final.
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Cynthia sat in the large town coach across from Stamford as they bumped along the road. He had read The Times as they wended their way through the crowded streets of London while she had fidgeted and stared out the window, her heart beating hard in nervous anticipation. Now, as the scenery changed to rolling green hills and wide fields and they left the city behind, Stamford neatly folded the newspaper and put it away.
Cynthia watched his precise movements with trepidation, wondering what he would ask of her. It was silly to hope that he would not ask something of her, she thought. It was also silly to deny that she was looking forward to it, her pussy already moist and hot.
“I have been wondering something, Duchess,” Stamford said as he put one booted foot over his knee and leaned back, looking ever at ease and relaxed. “Do you ever touch yourself?”
“Touch myself, sir?”
Stamford gave her a patient smile. “Let me put it another way, my dear. Have you ever put your fingers in or on your pussy and given yourself pleasure?”
Cheeks burning at his explicitness, Cynthia shook her head. “No, why would I?”
Stamford smiled. “Norland does not leave you wanting, does he? You never feel the need for more than he can provide?”
“Oh no, sir,” said Cynthia. “He is most attentive in that… respect.”
“Come now, Duchess. The days are long and Norland is a busy man. Tell me honestly, you’ve never felt an unrelieved ache?”
Cynthia pressed her lips together. How could Stamford know that there were times when Norland was closeted away in his study for long hours or when he was attending to his duties in Parliament, that she felt a little neglected? But even when her pussy was drenched and her nipples were straining at her bodice, she had never attempted to pleasure herself. It seemed so wrong, to want more than her husband could give her. Especially now when she was receiving so much unexpected sexual attention from two other men.
Again, she shook her head. “I’ve never done that.” There, at least, she was innocent, despite all of her other sins in the past week. Her innocence was not to last long, however.
Stamford smiled his mischievous grin. “Then we shall have to change that, won’t we? Lift your skirts, Duchess.”
Cynthia obeyed readily, as she always did the three Dukes’ commands. She took hold of the fabric of her skirts, and slowly slid the layers of her dress, petticoats, and chemise up and over her thighs.
“Spread your legs. Lean back on the squabs. Put your feet here.” Stamford patted the space on either side of him. Cynthia had long legs, and they easily reached across the narrow space between the seats as she rested her feet where he had directed and widened her knees.
If anybody chanced to look in the carriage window right now, they would see her baring herself shockingly to a man not her husband. The thought made her pussy even wetter and she licked her lips as Stamford raked his gaze over her appreciatively.
“Such a very pretty pussy,” he said. “Now use your fingers and see what it feels like.”
It was a relief to slide her fingers through her needy cunt, it was so swollen and aching for touch. Cynthia marveled at the smooth feel of her folds, silky with her moisture. As she found her clit, engorged and throbbing, she let out a breathy moan. When things became a little sticky, she bit her lip and dipped her fingers into her dripping slit, coating them with more of her honey.
Stamford had placed his hand over the swell in his crotch, and he gripped himself at times through his trousers as he continued to direct her in a deep, harsh voice.
“Rub your little bud in circles. Harder, but don’t come. Keep going… Now put two fingers in your pussy. Deeper. Fuck yourself, Duchess. Stop now, keep your fingers as deep inside as you can. Now curl them. Can you feel that?”
Cynthia’s eyes rolled up as she found a sensitive spot on the front wall of her cunt. “Oh God!” she cried out, forgetting for a moment the coachman sitting atop the carriage box.
Her left hand was scrabbling on the seat cushion beside her as she fingered her hot pussy with her right. It all felt so good and she was trembling from the pleasure, right on the edge of coming. Stamford seemed to know that she was about to cross over the point of no return, and commanded her to stop. She trembled and panted with her fingers buried in her cunt but he ordered her not to move them.
“Oh, please, Stamford, please, I’m so close!” she begged. She could feel her skirts getting damp beneath her bum as the carriage continued to bowl along the road.
“You want to make yourself come, Duchess?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Ah, but we have many more miles to go, Duchess. Take your hand out of your pussy.” At this, Cynthia whimpered, but did as she was told, reluctantly sliding her fingers out of her pulsing flesh.
For the next hour, Stamford extended the blissful torture. He made her suck her juices off her fingers, unbutton her traveling costume and play with her nipples, then frig herself again. Her petticoats became soaked beneath her and a fine sheen of sweat covered her body as the Duke played with her pleasure like an expert musician, conducting each one of her movements just as a maestro conducts an orchestra.
Finally, Cynthia couldn’t take it any more and began furiously rubbing her clit, knowing she was seconds away from coming. But Stamford was too quick for her, leaning forward and shackling her wrists at her sides with his hands in a lightning fast movement.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” he said, grinning all the while. “Just for that, I’m not going to fuck you after all.”
Cynthia nearly sobbed in frustration at the revelation that he was indeed planning on fucking her with his huge cock. She ineffectually struggled against his iron hold. “No, please, I want it. Stamford, please, I want you to fuck me with your giant cock!” she begged.
“No, Duchess, you’ve lost that opportunity,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Now you have to make me come using just your mouth, seeing as you’re not to be trusted with the full use of your hands. If you can satisfy me, then perhaps I’ll let you come, too.”
Throughout the carriage ride, Stamford had been massaging his thick bulge over his trousers, denying Cynthia the added pleasure of seeing his delicious cock. Now, he released it from its confines and she salivated at the sight of it, hard as a rock and dripping precum, the round head as shiny and enticing as a candied apple. Each time she saw his huge member, she was struck anew by its girth and length, matching his own massive stature. More than anything, she wanted to feel that enormous cock stretching her tight pussy, but for now, she would take what she could get.
Taking hold of her wrists again, Stamford pulled Cynthia to her knees before him, placing her hands against the seat on either side of his hips where her feet had been just a few moments ago. “Get to work, Duchess,” he said gruffly, his eyes gleaming down at her.
With a desperate moan, Cynthia took his giant cock in her mouth, stretching her jaw wide to accommodate his size. She licked and sucked, relishing the taste of him on her tongue. After so much time playing with her pussy without release, she had passed into a state of pure lust. She wanted all of her holes filled, but would settle for just one. Groaning, she worked her lips hungrily all over Stamford’s cock as he sighed in pleasure. After she had soaked it with her tongue, she began bobbing up and down on it, giving it long pulls with each upstroke.
“Suck it harder, just like that. Fuck, your mouth is amazing! It won’t be long now if you keep that up, Duchess.”
Cynthia had been so caught up in her own body’s responses that she only just now realized that Stamford’s pleasure had been delayed with hers, and that he must also be on the edge of release. The thought that he was close made her suck his cock even harder, wanting the taste of his seed to coat her tongue. She gurgled as she attempted to swallow his rod down her throat, but the fat, blunt head of it was just too big.
Stamford appreciated her effort anyway. “Ah, fuck, Duchess, I’m going to come. Yes, that’s it, yes!” His grip on her wrists tightened as he thrust upwards with a roar, his cock swelling in her mouth before the dam burst and cum rushed over her tongue and down her throat. Cynthia worked to swallow every last drop, moaning in appreciation. She had grown to love the taste of cum over the past month, and she shifted her hips restlessly on her heels, trying in vain to find friction for her aching pussy as his seed pumped into her mouth.
At last, Stamford’s grip on her wrists loosened slightly and his head fell back against the squabs. He sighed with deep appreciation. “Bloody hell, Duchess. That was amazing.”
After she had licked every last trace of cum off his softening rod, Cynthia tugged at her wrists. “Oh, please Stamford, you said I could come now. Please let me come!” Her pussy was even hotter and wetter after having his delectable cock in her mouth, and she was vibrating with need.
Lifting his head, Stamford smiled down at her, enjoying her stark longing. “All right, darling. For being such a good girl, you won’t have to just use your fingers. I’m going to make you come with my tongue.” The words were like a balm to her deprived body.
He hoisted Cynthia easily back onto the opposite seat and set about fulfilling his promise. As soon as he spread her lips open, flattened his tongue against her clit, and plunged two fingers into her swollen flesh, she came instantly with a cry of relief.
“Yes, yes!” she gasped, her hips shifting obscenely. “More, Stamford, more!” Searching for something to hold onto, she reached up and grabbed the backrest cushions where they met the rear window of the carriage, sinking her fingers into the sumptuous fabric that lined the coach’s interior.
This time, it was Stamford who obeyed the Duchess’s orders, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of her sopping pussy as he worked her bud with his tongue and lips. Cynthia moaned and whimpered and panted as the pleasure grew again. Another blazing orgasm rolled through her as her toes pointed and her legs shook.
“Oh yes, oh yes!” was her whispered litany as Stamford sucked her tender pussy. It felt like she would never be able to have enough of this drowning bliss. The lush strokes of his tongue, the feel of his fingers rubbing against those wonderfully sensitive spots in her pussy were like heaven.
“I can’t wait to fuck this tight little pussy,” Stamford said, his words gusting against her heated flesh as he continued to pump his fingers in and out. “I’m going to pound you so hard when I do, Duchess. Would you like that?”
The thought of finally having Stamford’s giant cock in her cunt made Cynthia’s eyes roll up as she came again, her whole body trembling, muscles spasming. Her pussy clenched on Stamford’s fingers and she bit her lip, whimpering at the wave of bliss. It was as if all of the orgasms that had been denied her were coming at once, and her chest heaved at the effort.
“I think I’d like to fuck you while Pem fucks your arse. I think you’d love having two cocks in you at the same time, Duchess.” Stamford’s voice was a growl as he continued wringing overwhelming pleasure from Cynthia’s body.
The words only faintly registered and Cynthia groaned as yet another orgasm burst over her, and it seemed as if it never ended, one orgasm blending into another as she shook on the carriage seat. “Oh my God!” she gasped, her head rolling from side to side on the squabs, her tired body racked with shivers. “No more, no more!”
“Oh no, Duchess. You asked for this and you’re going to take it.”
It was several long, torturous minutes more before Stamfard finally stopped playing with her pussy. Cynthia had passed into another plane of consciousness by that point as jolt after jolt of almost unendurable pleasure had run through her body, her mind floating through a foggy cloud of overwhelming sensation. Slowly, she wafted down, coming back to herself to find that she was cradled in Stamford’s arms, her dress and skirts righted.
“What a delight you are, Duchess,” he said warmly, smiling down at her as she blinked up.
Cynthia felt as if all of her limbs were made of jelly as she turned her face into his broad chest, rubbing her cheek against the fine wool of his coat. “Oh, Stamford,” she breathed.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You have been such a good girl on this carriage ride, my dear. Pem and I have thought of a surprise for you, and I think you’ve earned it now.”
“What is it?” she asked sleepily.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Go to sleep now. We still have another two hours before we reach Atherstone House.”
With a contented sigh, Cynthia let herself slip into a deep slumber.
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Cynthia stood at the door to Stamford’s guest chambers, her heart pounding. It was the day after the carriage ride and Stamford was behind her, slipping a silken blindfold over her eyes and tying it tightly against her chignon. The last thing she saw was Pembroke’s sly smile as he watched the proceedings, his shoulder leaning against the door frame.
“Oh dear,” she said as the darkness descended. “Is this really necessary?”
“Definitely,” said Pembroke, his voice laced with humor and satisfaction. “Surprises are always better this way.”
It was midafternoon, and they were alone in the house. Jeremy had announced that morning over breakfast that he would need to walk to the home farm with his steward in the afternoon. Accordingly, after partaking of a hearty luncheon, he had strode out of the house, the awkward, young man who was his steward running after him like a puppy.
Stamford and Pembroke had immediately shared a look over the dining table that made a shiver go down Cynthia’s spine. She still remembered Stamford’s suggestion during that blissful carriage ride, of him and Pembroke taking her at the same time. Was that the surprise Stamford had mentioned? She had thought of little else since then, especially after Jeremy fucked her asshole last night while his fingers were buried in her pussy. She had felt full to the brink when it was just his cock and fingers. It was hard to imagine taking anything more.
But she wanted it, Cynthia realized as she stood in a cocoon of darkness. Her nipples were tight and her cunt was flowing with arousal. She had been disappointed to find herself alone in bed upon waking, an unusual circumstance as Jeremy usually woke her up with his cock. Even after naughtily fingering herself to an orgasm then and there, putting into practice all that she had learned during the depraved carriage ride the day before, she still wanted more.
She was ushered into the bedchamber and immediately sensed there was someone already in it. “Oh no,” she said, stopping short. “There is someone else?”
Stamford led her inexorably forwards. “Yes, Duchess. A friend of ours. He was so intrigued to learn of what a slut you had become with your husband’s friends, that he also wanted a taste.”
“Do not worry, Duchess. He’s discreet,” said Pembroke. “The blindfold is because we are not yet sure how discreet you are. He’s a very important man in town, and cannot afford to have his name linked with any scandalous behavior.”
Cynthia’s throat felt tight and her eyes began to burn behind the cloth. “But it’s already bad enough with you two–” Her voice clogged with tears and she struggled to regain her composure. “I feel wretched about Jeremy, but I just don’t know how to stop it. Oh please,” she whispered, her hands clasped together in front of her. “Don’t make me do this.”
But Stamford only laughed and now Pembroke gripped her shoulders from behind, pushing her forward and onto her knees. He knelt behind her and guided her hands until they reached a very large, very erect cock. She could tell the unknown stranger was sitting in a chair, his legs spread wide, bracketing her.
“I don’t think we make you do anything, Duchess,” Pembroke said as he began unbuttoning her dress and unlacing her stays. “I think you love it. You love cock, don’t you? You want all the cock you can get.”
Cynthia sniffled, wanting to protest, but her hands were already gliding up the smooth, velvety flesh of the huge prick. She couldn’t help savoring its feel, its girth. Her head and heart were still full of guilt, but her pussy was on fire.
“Now we have a third, we can fill all your holes at the same time,” continued Pembroke, pulling her dress and underthings off so that she was naked except for her stockings. “Wouldn’t you enjoy that, Duchess?”
“Oh God, it’s so wrong!” Cynthia protested, a few tears spilling over and soaking into the blindfold, even as she felt a gush of liquid heat in her pussy at the thought of taking three cocks at the same time.
“Then why are you still stroking that prick, hmm?” asked Stamford, somewhere behind them. “Why have you been licking your lips? We know you want to suck on it, Duchess.”
“Just give it a little taste,” Pembroke said, his voice low in her ear as his hands found her tits, pinching her nipples and making her moan. “It’s right there in front of you. Just a little lick, Duchess.”
Someone pushed her head forward, and suddenly, her lips met the tip of the cock, so soft and spongy, a little wet with precum. With a sound of despair laced with desire, she gave in to her wicked urges, sliding the hot member into her mouth and swirling her tongue to capture the salty precum.
“Oh fuck, yes,” said Pembroke, his voice rough. “Suck that cock, Duchess.” One of his hands traveled down to her wet cunt, finding and strumming her clit.
Moaning, Cynthia continued her blind exploration of this new cock, her tears drying up, her guilt slowly fading as her lust took over. The stranger made very little noise, a gasp here and a sigh there, but nothing to distinguish him from any other man besides the fact that he seemed to have a nice physique, as evidenced by his flat stomach and muscular thighs, and he had a lovely, big cock.
“You are so wet, Duchess,” Pembroke murmured appreciatively. He twisted one nipple as he continued to play with her pussy. “You must love sucking cock.”
But despite all of his erotic efforts, and with her senses returning as the tears dissipated, a realization was slowly dawning on her. She knew this cock in her hands and mouth; she knew its taste, its feel, its smell. She knew it intimately.
Lifting her head, she whispered, “Jeremy?”
The blindfold fell away and her husband came into view. The afternoon sun shone through the windows, highlighting the strong planes of his body as he looked down at her. He had a twinkle in his eye and a faint smile played on his lips. “Hello, Cynthia,” he said. Reaching out, he cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her tumbled locks.
Cynthia’s mind was in a jumble. She could hardly process what was happening. Jeremy, here? With Stamford and Pembroke? What did it all mean?
But Jeremy’s hand was pressing her down into his lap again. “We didn’t say you could stop, did we? Keep sucking, wife.”
Keeping her eyes on his, Cynthia slid his rock hard cock back into her mouth, obediently giving it a long pull with her lips.
“That’s it, darling. Such a good cocksucker.” His blue eyes were steady on hers as he guided her up and down his thick rod with his hands in her hair. “I apologize for my less than gentlemanly behavior in asking Stamford and Pembroke to seduce you. But your submission to them has made me very happy, Cynthia. I want you to know that.”
A burst of emotion made Cynthia pause for a second before resuming her enthusiastic actions, using her hands on Jeremy’s rigid shaft as well as her mouth. Relief, surprise, and joy ran through her as she basked in her release from guilt.
Jeremy said, “Tell me, my dear, did you enjoy the things that my friends did to you this past week?”
Still stroking him slowly, Cynthia considered before answering. “It was very exciting and felt wonderful, but Jeremy… I felt so terrible about betraying you.”
“I know, my love,” he said, his eyes gentle and kind, despite his insistent hands as he brought her back down on his cock. “It has been a difficult week for you, hasn’t it? That is why we are going to reward you today.”
Cynthia’s eyes widened as she felt a hard, male body come up behind her, his heat surrounding her. As a huge cock notched at her entrance and began to push inside her pussy, her eyelids fluttered. It was enormous, thick and wide, and as it forged its way through her slick folds, she moaned.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” she heard Stamford murmur, his voice low and harsh in her ear.
Inch by inch, his giant cock speared into her depths, filling her to the brim. Another of her moans was smothered by her husband’s member in her mouth, and she sucked hard as Stamford gained ground.
“What do you think of my wife’s pussy, Stamford?” Jeremy asked, his breath coming a little faster now as he watched another man ravish his wife.
“It’s fucking perfect,” Stamford muttered. “It’s even better than I imagined.” Impossibly, he had hilted himself all the way inside of her and Cynthia trembled at the feel of his huge rod filling her up. He had gone so slowly on this first stroke that when he pulled out and slammed back into her the next instant, Cynthia let out a muffled scream.
“Is she taking all of your gigantic cock, Stamford?” Pembroke asked. Cynthia was vaguely aware of him watching from a chair to the side. He had also disrobed now and was leisurely fisting his shaft as he enjoyed the scene before him.
“Yes, indeed,” Stamford responded as he pumped into her. “Like I said, she has a perfect pussy.”
“I can’t wait to try it,” Pembroke said.
Another shiver ran through Cynthia as the three men discussed her. Jolts of pleasure spread from her molten pussy. Stamford had taken her tits in his hands and was pinching and pulling at her nipples as he fucked her. Every stroke brought with it a heightened pleasure as his cock rubbed through her tender folds and muscles. Without warning, an orgasm crashed through her and she groaned and writhed as her pussy clamped down hard on Stamford’s huge organ.
“Oh fuck!” he shouted, the increased pressure of her pussy causing him to come as well. His hips jerked against her as he pounded into her, his cock jerking with its release, filling her with so much cum that Cynthia could feel it leaking around his cock and down her thighs. “Bloody hell, that’s good,” he grunted, slamming into her one more time, his rod twitching deep inside her.
His rough fucking had prolonged Cynthia’s own orgasm and she had been too caught up in her own bliss to pay much attention to Jeremy. She had gripped his thighs hard as she moaned and panted through the intense pleasure of her pussy bursting all over Stamford’s huge cock.
Now she could feel the engorged head of Jeremy’s member insistently pressing against her lips as she became aware of her surroundings again. He had stood up, the chair falling back to the floor. She opened her mouth and took him in once more, sucking hard. Stamford was still lodged in her cunt, his cock still impossibly hard, his body warm against her back as he returned to working her nipples.
“Fuck yes, Cynthia,” said Jeremy as he began to roughly fuck her mouth, his hands tight in her hair as he moved her the way he wanted. “Watching you come was so hot, I’m so close. Swallow it, darling, swallow my cock!”
With an effort, Cynthia allowed his member to slide down her throat, continuing to press inexorably forward until she could slip her tongue out a little to caress his balls.
“Christ!” Jeremy let out as he came hard, his cock pumping copious amounts of his thick cream down her throat. Cynthia hummed in delight as she felt his member lurch, and she ran her tongue over the underside of his cock as she slowly slid back. When she reached the sensitive ridge of his head, licking and cleaning off his delicious seed, she heard a rumble of appreciation from her husband above her.
“Keep me hard, wife,” he commanded and she worked her mouth back over his rod, sucking off all of the residual cum and ensuring that he stayed as rigid as before.
Behind her, Stamford was still seated deep in her pussy, content to let her inner muscles hug his cock while he played with her breasts. He ran his hand down to her clit now and began rubbing it in circles.
“Ooh, Stamford!” she breathed.
He chuckled. “You want more, Duchess? You’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you?”
Cynthia nodded eagerly, but to her disappointment, Stamford detached himself and he and Jeremy helped her to her feet. The feel of his cum sliding out of her pussy and down her thigh made her shiver.
“I think Pembroke wants a taste of this pussy too,” said Jeremy as they laid her down on the large bed.
Pembroke was already there, his cock almost purple as it strained out in front of him. He immediately crawled onto the mattress and shoved his tongue inside her sensitive cunt, lapping at her vigorously.
“Oh God, yes!” cried Cynthia, widening her thighs to allow him better access. She loved the fact that he didn’t seem to mind at all that Stamford had just come inside her; he was moaning in delight as he ate her out.
“Such a delicious pussy,” he said after a minute, reaching out to spread her open, obscenely exposing all of her pink flesh. He slipped a finger inside her, moistening it before using it to massage her swollen clit. Looking to Jeremy, who was sitting against the headboard watching them, he said, “How did you find such a delightful wife, Norland?”
Jeremy merely smiled as he gripped his cock. “Why? Are you in the market for one of your own, Pem?”
“You’ve certainly convinced me that marriage is no bad thing,” was the reply before Pembroke applied himself to his task again, his fingers spearing into Cynthia’s pussy as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Mm, yes!” whimpered Cynthia. She was discovering that each of the Dukes had different techniques for pleasuring her with their mouths. Pembroke was much rougher, slamming three fingers into her rapidly as he alternated between sucking hard on her clit, nibbling it, and then mashing it with aggressive strokes of his fingers.
Her orgasm rose within her surprisingly quickly and her hips shifted as she lifted her head to watch Pembroke’s dark one between her white thighs. “Oh God, you’re going to make me co-o-o-ome!” she wailed as she ground up into his mouth. Her pussy gushed and the pleasure washed over her. She let out a loud grunt, her face reddening, her expression contorting with the force of her orgasm.
“Fuck, I can’t wait!” exclaimed Pembroke, rising to his knees and slamming his cock into her even as her cunt was still contracting in pleasure, making Cynthia scream long and loud.
“Oh God, it’s so tight and wet,” he groaned as he worked into her deep and hard. After only a few strokes, she could feel him cumming, filling her with his thick cream as he grunted.
Stamford guffawed as he stood to the side of the bed. “Was that it, Pem? You came as quickly as a green boy.”
Pembroke panted as he grinned down at Cynthia with his member still stuffed into her folds. “Your perfect pussy made me come as fast as a randy schoolboy, Duchess,” he said.
Cynthia moaned, feeling that his cock was still an iron rod within her sheath. “But you’re still so hard!” she said.
Pembroke chuckled as he slowly withdrew, his cock shining with juices and indeed, still jutting straight out from his hips. “That’s because I’m going to fuck your arse now, Duchess.”
“Oh my,” Cynthia breathed out, a shudder of anticipation running through her.
“Come here, wife,” Jeremy said, patting his thighs.
With Pembroke’s help, she struggled to her knees and shuffled to her husband, eagerly sinking her slick pussy down on his engorged shaft as she leaned forward to kiss him. Their tongues tangled together in a meltingly hot kiss and she felt so comforted and enthralled by his scent and taste and the fact that he was here, sharing such wonderful pleasures, that she suddenly realized that she loved her husband.
“Oh Jeremy!” she panted, her hips shifting over him hard. “I love you so much!”
“Darling,” he said, cupping her face in his hands, his cock giving a jerk inside her. “I love you, too.” He devoured her mouth in another kiss, and she shook in his arms with the intensity and passion of his declaration.
Cynthia felt a dip in the mattress behind her as Pembroke joined them. He put a hand on her hip, stilling her. “Just hold still, Duchess,” he muttered, his voice low and strained.
“Are you ready to be fucked by two cocks at once, wife?” Jeremy said, his blue gaze spearing into hers.
She nodded as she stared down at him, her hands clutching his shoulders. “Yes, Jeremy. I know you’ll make it good.”
He gave her a wicked smile. “Oh, love, you are in for a treat.”
Then Pembroke’s oiled cock was there, pushing against her asshole, forging its way into her back chute with unrelenting pressure.
It was impossible for Cynthia to stay quiet, the moans and groans falling from her lips as Pembroke’s cock stroked inside her, filling her to bursting. Jeremy was gripping her hips tightly, holding her steady.
“Oh fuck, Pem. I can feel you,” he gritted out as his friend slid against his cock, separated by just a thin membrane.
“Yes,” was all Pembroke said, his voice just as gravelly and strained.
Cynthia couldn’t articulate words, her breath coming out in rough spasms and her moans guttural and deep. She clung so tightly to her husband that her nails bit into Jeremy’s shoulders.
Finally, Pembroke’s hips rested against hers and the three of them let out a collective sigh.
“My God, Duchess,” Pembroke said, “Your arse is the stuff of dreams.”
“Just shut up and fuck her, Pem,” Jeremy said, his voice tight. Cynthia could see his jaw working, a sure sign that he felt just as devastated as she did.
Pembroke slid out, each ridge of his cock feeling like a bolt of lightning throughout her body.
“Unnhhh!” Cynthia uttered, her mouth hanging open, feeling as if her skin was composed of a million sparks. Then Pembroke was pushing forward again, filling her again and an orgasm exploded through her with sudden, shocking force.
She screamed, all of her muscles tightening and releasing just as her pussy and ass milked the two cocks inside of her.
“Fucking hell!” Jeremy grunted below her, his eyes squeezing tight.
“Yes, God, yes!” Pembroke said behind Cynthia as he really began to fuck her hard, pounding into her and causing another whirlwind of sensation to cascade throughout her body. He reached around and grabbed onto her breasts, pulling at her nipples and causing streaks of pleasure to rush through her body.
“Ohhh, fuuuuuck!” she wailed, shuddering between the two men as their cocks pistoned in and out of her sensitive holes.
“Do you like being fucked by two cocks, Duchess?” Stamford was kneeling on the bed next to Jeremy now, his cock angry and red in his fist as he stroked himself.
“Suck his cock, love,” Jeremy panted. “I want us to fill all your holes.”
“Oh God,” Cynthia gasped before falling on Stamford’s huge prick, inhaling it and sucking it with all of her might as her world expanded and contracted in decadent sensation.
She used her hand on Stamford as she sucked hard, moaning constantly. She slurped and licked all around his shaft, tasting herself from earlier on his smooth flesh.
“Christ in heaven, Norland,” Stamford rumbled. “Your Duchess–” He was unable to finish his sentence as Cynthia gave his balls a squeeze and his head fell back.
“I know, man,” Jeremy said, his voice turning into a roar as he came. “I know!” His hips rose up and he impaled her deeply, his cock jerking inside of her pussy, spurting out jets of cum and pulling her into her own orgasm.
“Mmmm!” she screamed onto Stamford’s cock. Her pussy and ass spasmed violently with the strength of her orgasm, spurring the other two men to their own release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Pembroke chanted as he came, his cock filling her ass with his thick seed. His hands squeezed her tits with brutal pressure, causing Cynthia to moan even harder, her head lifting off of Stamford’s cock, unable to concentrate on anything but the most powerful orgasm of her life exploding through her body.
Stamford immediately took over, his hand wrapping over hers as they fisted him quickly and urgently before his cock swelled and burst, his cum shooting out all over Cynthia’s face and hair.
“Unhh!” he grunted, his deep voice a low rumble in the bedchamber.
They stayed there for long moments, a scandalous tableau frozen in time as they shook and trembled, panting and throbbing with pleasure.
Then Stamford collapsed onto his side, Cynthia slumped forward onto Jeremy, and Pembroke sat back on his heels. Cum slowly leaked out of Cynthia’s ass and she clenched her sphincter tightly at the feel of it.
“That’s it,” Pembroke said. “I need to find a wife.”
Jeremy chuckled and smoothed his hand down over Cynthia’s head where it rested against his chest. “I wish you luck, my friend.”
Stamford scoffed. “I’ll wager there isn’t another eligible woman in the ton like our Duchess here.” He leaned up on his elbow and gave Cynthia a resounding smack on her butt cheek. “You won’t just need luck in your search. You’ll need a magic wand!” He let out a guffaw.
Cynthia smiled as she lay against Jeremy, feeling his laugh resonating through his chest.
“I’ll take you up on that wager, Stamford,” Pembroke said as he climbed off the bed and gave a mighty stretch. “A hundred pounds, shall we say?”
“Done,” was the reply. Stamford also got up now, wandering around and finding the garments that he had tossed around the floor. “But you’re a deluded fool if you think you’ll win this one, Pem.” He fastened his trousers and began buttoning up his shirt. “Norland, what do you think? Will you add your name to the wager?”
“No, lads,” Jeremy said, his arms coming around Cynthia as they continued to snuggle on the bed. “And I’ll thank you to leave this one out of the betting book at White’s.”
“Of course, of course,” Pembroke said, also putting the finishing touches on his own dress. “Drat, this cravat is ruined. I’ll have to go to my chamber and have Reynolds find me a new one.”
“I’m as hungry as an ox after that,” Stamford said. “Think I could wheedle a snack out of that old battleax of a cook?”
Their conversation became muted as they exited the bedchamber and closed the door behind them, leaving Jeremy and Cynthia alone. She gave a sigh of contentment as he gave her a squeeze.
“Did you enjoy your surprise, wife?”
She lifted her head to look at him and he chuckled, using a corner of the sheet to wipe the traces of Stamford’s cum off her face. Giggling, she said, “It was wonderful, Jeremy. But the most wonderful thing is learning that you’ve known all along. I really felt very guilty and ashamed, you know.” She made a face and he leaned forward to kiss her on her pouted lips.
“I’m sorry, love. But dear God, seeing you in that room at Lady Barlestone’s ball was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever beheld. I’m not sure I can feel sorry for it.”
“Jeremy!” Cynthia swatted at his chest and then let out a gasp as she felt him stir inside her pussy.
“You see, darling? Just the memory of you sucking on Pembroke’s cock as Stamford ate your pussy has me hard as a rock again.” He rolled them over and Cynthia giggled again.
“My, my, who knew sharing your wife would please you so much.” She spread her legs as Jeremy set up a leisurely pace, sliding his thick cock in and out of her hot pussy.
“I could only do it with you, Cynthia. Only you.” And as Jeremy kissed her deeply, they lost themselves again in passion and love.
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