A Midsummer Night's Delights

...Julian pressed his eyelids shut. His heart hammered so fast it felt like it would burst. His penis ached and pulsed, burning with a raging need. He slipped his hand into his breeches and stroked himself. Vincent’s words swirled through his mind. Could he, should he, go into the bedchamber and take part in this wild sexual game?

Lord knew he wanted to. His body was ready…but the thought of taking charge and mounting Annabelle in front of another couple scared him. What if they mocked him or told someone what he’d done?

And how had Annabelle been convinced to do these things with another woman? Until today, she’d seemed so proper and innocent. Had she been waiting for him to unleash this lustful side of her?

He opened his eyes and glanced at the wall separating the two bedrooms. Everything was quiet in the other room. Annabelle wasn’t making whimpering sounds anymore. What was going on in there?

He peeked in and saw Vincent kneeling on the foot of the bed, naked. Sabrina was on her hands and knees, sucking his rod. Her long black hair was draped over her far shoulder, allowing him a view of her large breasts. Vincent groaned and looked toward the peephole. He winked and gestured for him to come join them.

Where was Annabelle?

He moved to the right and saw her lying near the head of the bed, her hands working the phallus between her parted legs. He bit his bottom lip and turned away. Is this what he’d become? Some kind of twisted pervert who lurked in rooms and watched people screw, too afraid to take action?

No. Watching might arouse him, and self-manipulation might ease his discomfort, but his need wouldn’t be sated until he screwed someone.

The dam broke. He bolted out of the room and headed down the corridor. Vincent’s clothes were lying on the carpet in front of a closed door. Without hesitating, he rushed inside.


* * *
Annabelle rocked faster on the bed. Now that Sabrina was busy with Vincent, she could control the speed of the phallus inside her. If she bent her legs higher, it would slide in deeper.

She heard a noise at the door and opened her eyes. Julian! Her hand froze in mid-stroke. Where had he come from? His blond hair was tousled and his cheeks were flushed, almost as if he’d been running.

What should she say? How could she explain this? He’d certainly be angry with her!

“Take that thing out of you,” he said, stepping next to the bed. “I’ve got what you need right here.”

Her eyes widened as he unfastened his breeches and freed his cock. The bright sunlight illuminated the deep purple veins running through his pink meat. She’d never seen it hard before, but it looked delicious.

Julian kicked off his boots and stripped out of his breeches. “Get ready for me, wife.”

She eased the dildo out of her and tossed it on the bed. It made a nice toy, but right now, Julian’s cock was what she wanted. This lust-filled, forceful side of him was a welcome change. The lovemaking oil still worked its magic inside her, and she needed to be filled...