1. A Compromising Marriage


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: curvygalore, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    barring visitors. Jean-Claude rapped at the door, which was opened with alacrity by a footman. As they entered the magnificent hallway Jean Claude murmured something to the footman, who handed them each a mask. Jean Claude put his on which covered the top part of his face, his eyes gleaming naughtily behind it. He then helped Helena don hers, tying the ribbons firmly at the back of her head. Still wearing their outdoor evening cloaks Jean Claude took her hand led her up the central staircase that was discreetly lit at intervals. “Where are we?” She whispered as they came to a landing, above which she could hear music and the murmur of voices. Without letting go of her hand, Jean Claude replied. “We are at a very private party. I wanted to show you a little glimpse of what you might taste later in life.” His eyes were serious behind the mask. “We are to here to observe only and you will be safe at all times cherie, as I will stay with you.” She squeezed his hand, a sense of intrigue and excitement growing in her as they came across to the first revellers esconced on a sofa in an alcove. The couple were unmasked and attired as if for an evening party. However the woman’s low cut bodice was pushed down over her breasts, which the gentleman was feasting on hungrily with his mouth as his hand moved under the skirt of her dress, sliding it over her knees. They continued to pass other alcoves where couples were embracing as amorously. Amongst them was Jean Claude’s handsome friend ...
    from the Pump Rooms kissing another young man deeply. Jean Claude paused for a moment, unnoticed, a smile of lustful pleasure on his masked face as he watched. They approached the open double doors of the vast and elegant drawing room and Jean Claude hesitated as he said to her softly. ”What happens in here is much more lewd than you have seen so far. If you have had enough, we can leave now.” And Helena, knowing he had entrusted her with a secret world that he evidently belonged to, shook her head firmly and they crossed the threshold together. It was a dreamlike atmosphere, a parody of a polite evening function as the musicians played from a hidden gallery and the guests disported themselves freely in the candlelight. As Jean-Claude had warned her the ardent couples in the alcoves in the corridor were merely a polite introduction to the wantonness of the main room. She accustomed herself to the display of naked flesh, both male and female in full arousal as she and Jean Claude started to explore the room, their masks and cloaks making them seem invisible to the revellers. As they wandered, pausing at each masque of pleasure, Helena recognised one or two familiar faces from the theatre or Assembly going crowd and marvelled at how their expressions seemed so much more vivid and alive here. Still hand in hand, Helena and Jean Claude stayed at whichever grouping they wished to watch for a moment. Helena’s judgement was suspended as she watched the endless giving and taking of ...
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