Authors: Unknown
Jonathan’s head was quirked to the side as he watched her closely. He still held her hand.
“It’s good to be back, Maggie, and it’s good to know I’m wanted,” he finally responded, his voice low-pitched and suggestive. However, he dropped her hand and turned to Phillip as if nothing were amiss.
“Phillip, as always when I see Maggie I resent what a lucky devil you are.” He turned and gave Maggie the wicked smile that had always curled her toes.
He was so different from Phillip she didn’t understand how she could find both men so alluring. But Phillip was her husband, and in spite of her inability to please him in bed, she loved him tremendously.
Phillip was kind and never missed an opportunity to do sweet things for her, such as buying her little gifts and always having cook serve her favorite desserts. He was witty and intelligent and actually thought the same of her. He loved her sense of humor and she could count on him to laugh at the cutting remarks she made about some members of the ton. They were a well-matched pair everywhere but in bed.
Maggie had reconciled herself to this until she saw Jonathan. He stirred feelings in her she thought she had forgotten. He made her remember the heady days of Phillip’s pursuit of her—the stolen kisses, the forbidden embraces, even the flirtatious touches Jonathan himself had given her from time to time. He made her remember how she longed to be a woman.
Phillip laughed at Jonathan’s last remark. “You’re right, Jonathan, I am,” he agreed, then startled Maggie by coming over and embracing her, kissing her on the mouth. When he pulled away Maggie’s cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.
“Oh Phillip,” she said helplessly, suddenly hopeful.Jonathan was back, and everything would be all right now.
* * * * *
When Maggie entered the drawing room later that evening both men stood gaping openly at her. She had taken special care with her toilette and was wearing a rather risqué, low-cut diaphanous gown the dressmaker had insisted upon but she had been reluctant to wear until tonight. Jonathan’s appearance
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had given her new life, new hope for her marriage. Phillip looked happier than she had seen him since the wedding and she planned to capitalize on it. Perhaps finally, tonight, she could get him to tell her what she was doing wrong and then she could fix things.
Phillip was the first to speak. “Maggie,” he said in a rather gravelly voice, “you look stunning.”
Phillip’s words brought Jonathan to life. He briefly considered the inappropriateness of greeting Maggie with his cock already semi-erect but shrugged off the concern. They had decided it was time to initiate her. And since just the sight of Maggie tended to make him hard she would soon get used to him in this condition. He set his drink down and walked over to her. Taking her hand, he gave it another kiss like the one that afternoon.
“Maggie,” Jonathan said in his low baritone, “makeme the happiest man alive by telling me this is in honor of my arrival.”
She laughed nervously, aware that his remark was close to the truth. “Why, sir,” she said teasingly, “of course I’ll tell you that if that is what you want to hear, foris that not the role of a woman?”
Phillip and Maggie both laughed at Jonathan’s exaggerated crestfallen look. This was familiar ground to Maggie, this light banter, these flirtatious glances. She felt her burdens falling from her shoulders.
Her gaze was helplessly drawn to Jonathan’s privates, as it always was. The man was semi-hard again.
He walked around that way always. He must be huge, she thought, not for the first time. It was mesmerizing, the thought of a man always ready to go, to take her anytime, anyplace. Phillip was quick to arouse but Jonathan’s condition was a permanent state.
Maggie blushed and looked down at the floor in confusion to hide the direction of her gaze, but Phillip’s close observation of her paid off.
By God, he thought, she’s looking at Jonathan’s cock and she likes what she sees. He couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. Tonight, yes, tonight, her initiation would begin.
Maggie stared dreamily into the mirror over her vanity, not really seeing the maid brushing her long, dark hair. She was remembering the evening with a pleasant glow, brought about, no doubt, by the wine and the fervent attentions of two virile males.
Phillip and Jonathan had been assiduous in their attentions to her. It was as though they were wooing her again, she thought with a sigh. The light, flirtatious banter, the ready laughter,the subtle innuendo she now understood—all reminded her of how they had won her the first time.
They
, she wondered, shaking her head with a smile. She waved the maid off and stood. Phillip won her, not Jonathan. Jonathan hadn’t even tried. How silly she was being. She must be drunker than she thought.
She dismissed her maid and shrugged off her dressing gown, preparing to blow out the candles and go to bed. The feel of the silk sliding down her arms made her shiver. The memory of Phillip’s hands on her surfaced. Then she thought of the light caresses that Jonathan had bestowed on her this evening, her own
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hands slowly tracing the tracks his hands had made on her shoulders as he helped her in and out of her chair at dinner and as he brought her wine in the drawing room. Light, almost friendly touches, but they had set her skin to tingling, wanting more.
She sighed audibly with longing, wishing that Phillip would visit her this evening but not expecting it. She was sure he and Jonathan had things to catch up on. So she spun with startled surprise at the sound of her husband’s voice close behind her.
“That was a sigh filled with longing, my dear. Dare I hope you long for me?” Phillip said quietly as he closed the connecting door between their rooms. He felt like apredator, and his wife the prey. He could fairly smell her arousal in the air and it made his cock quiver.
“Phillip!” Maggie exclaimed, disconcerted. “I…I wasn’t expecting you this evening.” Her gaze became wary as she watched Phillip prowl around her. He seemed almost feral this evening, as if he would devour her. It thrilled and frightened her at the same time.
Phillip stopped and looked at Maggie silently. His look contained such heat, Maggie felt herself begin to perspire. Good God, what was wrong with him?
“Phillip?” she questioned in a quavering voice as he stepped up behind her. When she tried to turn he placed his hands on her upper arms, holding her in place. He leaned close, his body touching hers, and she felt his lips upon her ear. She shivered deliciously at the sensations.
“I believe, wife, that I’ve been too lenient with you,” Phillip purred in her ear, sending more tremors through her.
She swallowed nervously. This was a Phillip whom she hadn’t seen before, and he frightened her, but he excited her too. She had always suspected there was more to him than he let her see and now she knew he was going to show her. Wouldthis change things between them? She prayed that it would, for she ached for fulfillment, she knew not how.
She took a deep breath for courage and answered him. “What do you mean?”
Phillip smiled into her hair at the courage in her voice. Oh, she was game all right. He could have kicked himself for the wasted months when he could have been disciplining his wife.
He ran his hands lightly up and down her arms and felt the goose bumps rise. Her breathingquickened, and he glanced down to see her glorious breasts rising and falling rapidly, the nipples distended against the silk. Oh yes, his Maggie wanted this excitement. No wonder she had never found satisfaction lying still beneath him. She was not that kind of woman and he’d been a fool to think otherwise.
He waited until the anticipation built in her to a fever pitch, then he fit his engorged cock into the crease of her buttocks. She gasped and began to jerk away, but Phillip held her immobile, pulling her arms back slightly, bowing her back until her head rested on his shoulder helplessly.
“I saw you looking at Jonathan tonight, wife, with lust.” His lips were still against her ear and he spoke harshly. He moved one hand and rested it firmly against her stomach. He felt the muscles quiver at his touch, saw her breasts heave in excitement. God, he loved her like this, wallowed in her lust. “You were a naughty little wife and shall be punished accordingly.”
He bent suddenly and swept Maggie into his arms. She gasped and threw her arms around his neck.
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“Phillip, I’m too heavy! Put me down,” she demanded breathlessly.
He laughed seductively. “Maggie my love, you are as light as a feather in your lust. You shall scarcely be a weight across my knees as I spank your naughty bottom.”
“As you-you what?”Maggie sputtered, her breath catching in her throat. Her face flamed at her reaction to his words. Her blood was humming through her veins and her privates began throbbing, a sensation she had felt briefly once or twice when Phillip was in her bed, but nothing like this, no, nothing like this.
“Oh yes, Maggie. I’m through holding back.” Phillip set her on her feet and sat down on the bed in front of her. “I’m going to do every wicked, perverted thing I’ve ever dreamed of doing with you, starting with this spanking.”
He leaned back on his hands with a leer on his face and let his eyes roam up and down her body. He could see her swollen breasts, her aroused nipples clearly outlined through the almost translucent silk of the nightgown. Glancing down, he could see the dark triangle of hair covering her mons , thick and curly.
“Right after I fuck you senseless tonight, we’re going to trim your pussy, darling,” he purred. “You’ll enjoy the feel of my mouth and my cock much more with less hair between them.”
“W-W-What?”Maggie squeaked, not sure she had heard him correctly, confused at his words.
Phillip reached out a hand, and as he explained his vocabulary, he caressed each area.
“Breasts, nipples,” he said stroking each.
Maggie bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, her face bright red with mortification. Phillip pinched her nipple and gave it a slight tug and her eyes flew open.
“Pay attention, wife.” His hand reached down and rudely cupped the juncture of her thighs. He rubbed his fingers against her wet lower lips through the silk.
Maggie’s head fell back and her eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy. Phillip had never, never, touched her like this or spoken to her like this. It was devastatingly exciting. Suddenly his hand pulled back and gave her mons a light tap. Once again, her eyes flew open in astonishment as she felt more moisture seep from her privates.
“I told you to pay attention,” Phillip told her as if he was speaking to a naughty child. “I can see this spanking is long overdue.”
His hand reached down and raised her nightgown and Maggie’s breath froze. When his hand touched her without the barrier of silk between them she let it out in a rush.
“Pussy,” said Phillip. “Repeat after me, wife,pussy .”
When Maggie said nothing, Phillip repeated the light tap.
“Pussy,” she whispered brokenly. Her heart was beating a rapid tattoo, and she was feeling lightheaded.
Phillip ran one finger down the wet crease of her pussy and Maggie started to close her eyes again, but
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when she felt him pull back his hand her eyes flew open.
“Ah, very good.You’re learning, my girl,” Phillip cooed approvingly.
He held up his finger, wet from her juices, and Maggie’s blush deepened even more. He moved it in front of her face so that she was forced to look at it and then she watched with fascination as he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean. Her body was positively humming with excitement and awareness and she could feel her privates—no, her pussy—getting wetter.
“Cream,” Phillip whispered appreciatively.“Cum. It tastes divine, especially when licked directly from the source.” He looked at the glazed expression on Maggie’s face and chuckled. “But that lesson is for another time.”
He ran his finger through the crease once more, eliciting a low moan from Maggie. Her eyes rounded in dismay. Did that sound come from her? Phillip looked up at her with a cheeky grin.
“So that’s what desire sounds like from you, Maggie. I’ve wondered how you’d sound when I finally unlocked your secrets.”
He stood and pressed the finger wet with her cream to her lips. “Open up and taste yourself, Maggie.”
When she hesitated he gently grabbed a handful of her hair while pressing more firmly against her lips with his finger. “Obey me, wife,taste .”
Maggie obediently opened her mouth and Phillip slid his finger in. “Suck your cream off, Maggie,” he whispered, watching her intently.
Maggie suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of power. Her reactions were driving Phillipwild, she could see it in his eyes. She slowly closed her lips over his finger and gently sucked, swirling her tongue around the digit. The taste was salty, and Maggie nearly swooned at the perversion of the act.
It was Phillip’s turn to catch his breath as the lust slammed into him. He could see by the look on Maggie’s face she thought she held the control now. It was time to continue the initiation. He stepped back from her and sat down on the side of the bed again.
“Strip,” he ordered her.
Maggie’s mouth gaped. Phillip had never demanded her nakedness before. He had always been naked, but he had allowed her to keep her nightgown on.
“Phillip, I—” she began hesitantly, only to be interrupted.