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A Compromising Marriage
Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: curvygalore, Rating: , Source: LushStories
pleasure. The variety was dizzying, and later she could only recall a few of the many sights she had seen. They passed a plump young woman sitting astride a man, whimpering with excitement, her full breasts bouncing as his large hands gripped her fleshy bottom so tightly that he left red marks on the curve of her buttocks as he thrust up eagerly into her again and again. In another grouping two partially clothed women were kneeling in front of a standing man, both of them running their tongues up and down his engorged manhood as his eyes closed in utter bliss, his muscular thighs trembling. Further on, a naked woman was lying on a sofa, her legs wide apart, another woman bent over in front of her, with her face buried between her legs, while a man eagerly plugged the second woman from behind, riding her rhythmically as his eyes were fixed on her flickering tongue and the other woman’s open, gleaming sex. The sights and sounds and scents of lust filled the gracious proportions of the chamber to intoxicating affect. It was only when Helena lifted her eyes from all these distractions that she realised that the piece de resistance was taking place on a raised dais at the far end of the room. She and Jean Claude drew closer to see the figure of a bare and voluptuous woman surrounded by male bodies. She was crouched on a makeshift bed, which together with the raised platform gave the impression of a stage. Helena recognised her to be Mrs Rakesfield as Jean Claude murmured in her ... ear; “And this is our hostess in performance.” And she realised that this tableau is what he had brought her to this house to see. She watched the scene unfold as two young men on either side of Mrs Rakesfield eagerly sucked on her reddened teats, their hardened cocks giving them the appearance of satyrs. Another was lying down in front of her, as if in obeisance, his mouth engaged on her clitoris, as the Adonis behind her caressed her hips, his beautifully erect phallus pounding her repeatedly and tirelessly. The act played out to a rising tempo of urgency and the music of the hidden violins seemed to swell as the woman looked towards Helena blindly, her eyes wide in utter, mindless ecstasy. It seemed like no time at all before it was Helena’s turn to be whisked away in a carriage down the rutted driveway of her childhood home as a new bride, as her remaining family waved and called out their goodbyes. Her husband looked at her elegant profile in repose and felt heartily pleased with life. The two well behaved little girls sitting quietly opposite the newly married couple were a fine example of what a good mother Helena would be to his own children, and having her sisters with her would help his new wife settle her in and keep her busy, he thought with satisfaction. No need for her to pine when he was away in London, and there he could renew his association with the lively lady who enjoyed being frequently boarded, given her husband was a naval officer and often at sea in ...