“And I think he might have seduced Alice this afternoon!” Juliet concluded.
“Hmm, I wonder how Tom feels about that,” said Violet, but in a strangely unsurprised way. “Kit told me they are now betrothed, you know, Tom and Alice. I must ask him.”
“Nevermind that Vi. The more important question is, what does Robert want? I feel that I don’t know him at all anymore, and I want to marry Peter. I love him,” Juliet said quietly with conviction.
“But Father would have a conniption! He might even refuse to consent and then you would have to wait years and years before you were of age.” Violet gasped with excitement. “You could go to Gretna Green with Peter, Jules! Oh, how romantic!”
“I do not think spending five days in a bumpy carriage is very romantic, Vi,” Juliet said drily. “And I will be of age in only two years, it is not so long. I am more concerned about his refusing to give me my dowry. I’m not sure how we would survive on just Peter’s salary. And I worry that Robert is going to try and prevent our being together.”
“Two years!” said impractical Violet, who did not have a head for finances. “But what if you become enceinte, Jules!” Violet’s eyes were wide with the drama of the situation.
Juliet colored. “We have not–yet. But oh, Vi, how I want to!” She clasped her sister’s hands in hers. “What is it like?”
“It is, above all else, the most wonderful thing in the world!” Violet sighed in dreamy retrospection. Before she could say any more, however, the men came into the room, bringing with them jollity and laughter. It was a very enjoyable evening of good-natured card games and laughter, but Juliet was slightly distracted throughout. At one point, she caught a scorching look pass between Peter and Robert that made her nipples tighten. A completely brazen thought popped into her head and she smiled to herself. She was starting to hatch a plan.
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Violet awoke to the clinking of china on a silver tray. Kit was not in the room, which did not surprise her as he had the very robust habit of riding every morning. She sat up and saw Alice close the door behind her with an adroit push of her rear.
“Alice!” she said, bemused. “But where is Susie?”
“She’s taken ill, my lady,” Alice said, setting the small tray down on the side table. “Nothing serious, just a slight chill, but Swinton asked me to step in. ‘ere’s your ‘ot chocolate, my lady.” Alice had been working on her diction, but she still couldn’t help dropping her h’s. She handed Violet, who had sat up against the pillows, a thin-boned china cup that steamed enticingly, and its matching saucer.
Alice busied herself in the dressing room, emerging with a morning dress and the proper underthings, which she laid out on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room. Violet watched her while she sipped, then asked, “Who will attend to Lady Juliet?”
“Oh, she’s been up for ages, my lady! She rang very early, wanting to go for a ride with the Captain, she said. Now, my lady, if you’re done with your chocolate, I will ‘elp you dress and do your ‘air.”
It was when Alice had stripped Violet out of her nightgown that the mischief started.
“Oh, my lady. You’re so beautiful!” Alice whispered in awe as they stood in front of the cheval mirror. Alice stood facing Violet, a little off to the side so as not to restrict her mistress’s reflection. The doffed nightgown was clasped in her hands in front of her.
Violet blushed and shook her head somewhat bashfully.
“It’s true!” said Alice staunchly. “And your bubbies,” she added, her eyes drifting down to Violet’s large, perky tits, with the nipples pearly pink in the morning light. “They’re so big!” Alice reached out with one hand as if irresistibly drawn, but then dropped it back to the silken bundle she held, remembering herself.
Violet never knew what came over her then. She said in a strained whisper, “You may touch them.”
“Oh, ma’am!” Alice breathed, before she dropped the nightgown and reached out with both hands to cup Violet’s soft, round breasts. She weighed them gently before she ran her hands over the globes, palming them slowly in rhythmic circles. The sight of her small, work-roughened hands on Violet’s pale skin was deeply arousing.
Suddenly, Alice bent her head and licked one nipple, lapping at it and then sucking it into her mouth. Her other hand’s movements became confident, and she began to alternate between sucking and pinching both of Violet’s taut nipples.
“Yesss,” Violet hissed, bringing her hands to Alice’s shoulders. She untied Alice’s cap and tossed it to the ground, brushing her fingers through the girl’s unruly curls. Alice looked up at her with her tongue out, flicking around her areola and Violet moaned. Alice’s hands might be rough from manual work, but her lips were smooth and supple on the sensitive skin of her tits.
“I want to see you, too, Alice,” Violet said after a few minutes, when her breasts were tingling with pleasure and wet from Alice’s busy tongue. The two went to work unpinning Alice’s dress and undoing her stays. Soon, they were both naked and Violet was enjoying the feel of breasts that were not her own.
Alice giggled. “I thought my tits were big, my lady, but I don’t think they’re as big as yours!” She reached out and they spent a pleasant few minutes comparing and contrasting them, massaging, pinching, and kneading, asking each other what felt good or didn’t. Violet wanted to suck on Alice’s tits as well, so the girl ended up on the floor with Violet above, rolling her maid’s nipples in her mouth and suckling on them like she imagined a babe would suckle. She loved circling Alice’s areola with the tip of her tongue before flicking at the nipple firmly and rapidly, eliciting hitching, breathy moans from the girl.
Alice was writhing and begging now, ever the responsive, insatiable slut. “Oh yes, ma’am, please don’t stop!” she gasped every now and then, her own hands working Violet’s sensitive nipples. She snuck one down to Violet’s dripping pussy and rubbed her fingers through the folds, finding the engorged nub quickly and easily. “Ooh, my lady!” she exclaimed. “You’re so wet!”
Violet lifted her head and panted, staring down into Alice’s lust-filled gaze as the maid expertly worked her needy cunt. Alice gave her a languorous smile as she pushed her fingers into Violet’s tight channel, using her thumb to rub firm circles over her clit. Violet moaned, and then, unable to help herself, she leaned down and kissed Alice. It was a bit hesitant at first, but quickly turned into a scorching meeting of lips and tongue. It was so different from kissing Kit, and yet just as enjoyable. Violet wondered at how each person must have their own way of kissing and her pussy clenched on Alice’s fingers at the thought of experiencing kisses with even more people.
“Mm, my lady, I want to put my mouth on you!” Alice gasped when the kiss ended, each of them breathing harder, faces flushed with desire.
“Yes, please!” Violet readily agreed. She turned around on all fours and presented her soaking wet pussy to Alice, lowering it onto that soft, pink mouth in a position that she had been in many times with Kit. She groaned when Alice’s tongue delved into her folds and quickly found her clit, sucking and flicking at it.
Alice’s own legs were spread invitingly apart, and her glistening pussy beckoned to Violet. She bent forward and licked tentatively, savoring the taste, different and yet similar to her own. “Mm,” she hummed in delight before setting to work with her lips and tongue. She now very much wanted to see if she could give her lusty maid an orgasm before her own came crashing over her.
The two writhed and squirmed on each other in a mass of white limbs, the sound of sucking and licking, as well as of feminine cries and moans of delight, filling the room. Violet was too close to cumming, so she hovered her hips a little out of reach and plunged her fingers into Alice’s sopping channel, finding the spongy front wall and thrusting against it as she lapped at her clit. It wasn’t long before she heard the girl scream, “Ahh, my lady, I’m cumming!” and a flood of juices bathed her face and hand.
Violet muffled Alice’s screams by lowering her pussy once more and she rode the maid’s mouth to her own completion, shivering in ecstasy and kneading her breasts with her sticky hands. “Yes, Alice, that’s it!” she cried, grinding her spasming cunt into that open, sucking mouth. She fell to her side, gasping and jolting, pressing her hand over her convulsing pussy.
“Oh ma’am!” Alice said, crawling over to her and bending forward for a sloppy, wet kiss, each trying to lick their own juices off their partner’s face. They cuddled together, their tits mashed together as they giggled in sated pleasure.
Suddenly, Violet and Alice heard the sound of clapping and they looked up to see Kit and Tom, both naked and hard, applauding them from the doorway of the dressing room that adjoined Kit’s. They wore matching grins.
“Well done, ladies!” Kit said appreciatively. “Now I wonder if we could join you?”
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Kit had come in from his ride earlier, sweaty and smelling of horse. It was his habit to change immediately after a ride, and Tom had been helping him with this. Kit had not yet hired a new valet, telling Tom that he could make do with a footman, but Tom was still protective over Kit’s wardrobe and kept the duties for himself. In all honesty, Kit did not aspire to be a Pink of the Ton or a Tulip of the Trees. His attire was simple but elegant, and did not require much time out of Tom’s butler duties. Kit had disrobed and was washing his face when the faint sounds of Violet and Alice’s tryst reached their ears. The master and mistress’s bedchambers were connected through their dressing rooms, and the adjoining doors were ajar.
A lovely sight greeted them when the two curious men opened the door into Violet’s bedchamber. She and Kit had been sleeping in her quarters ever since she had discovered Juliet and Peter’s favorite sitting room had a direct line of sight into his. Kit grew instantly hard at the sight of his wife, so very recently an innocent completely uninitiated in the sexual arts, locked in a soixante-neuf position with the lovely Alice.
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