Page 11 of Their Brazen Countess
Linc watched their little Wood Sprite’s cheeks turn rosy, but she took a big gulp of wine, straightened up, and launched into her tale. Her bravery was intoxicating.
“It was about one of the early nights, when Polly had first brought Rupert and Martin to her bed. In the beginning she had only ever lain with one of them while the other watched, or perhaps helped a bit. Touching and wh-whatnot.” She flapped her hands for a moment, before gathering herself. “But she was feeling bolder this night. So, she had them both get naked and then she allowed Martin to take her and then she rolled over and Rupert did so as well. She described being filled by them, used thoroughly and…and having their cum spilling from her in the most decadent fashion.” She was turning beetroot red as she spoke, but her breathing had turned shallow and her eyes were glassy with desire.
Surreptitiously, Linc rubbed his own cock to ease the ache the woman had caused with her words. It was quite the image he now had in his head, and he was finding it hard to let go. “Is that something you wish to try? Having us fill you in such a way?”
“I would very much like to experience that with you two.” Jo wouldn’t look up as she answered him. Her gaze locked on the contents of her cup as though she could discern the secret of life within the wine. “While I am no maiden, I have yet to truly experience many—nay, all the things I’ve read about in Polly’s tale. She makes it all sound so blissful, I find it hard to believe everyone is still managing procreation under the guise of it being for England. And in the dark.”
She laughed nervously, which only made Linc admire her further. He was coming to appreciate her quirky blend of freshness and practicality.
“There are risks to such a proposition and we are still only getting to know you.” Arthur stated the rather obvious point. “Normally we would take a precaution such as donning a French Letter to better protect you from getting with child.”
Jo sniffed. “It seems to be an unlikely outcome since my late husband, who sired multiple children with his first wife, could never get a babe on me in the years we were wed. Despite that, I…I have taken the needed precautions to allow such activity to occur. I have placed a vinegar-soaked sponge to help prevent pregnancy.”
Linc felt his eyebrows shoot up. There it was again. He shouldn’t be surprised that Jo would know of such things, yet he couldn’t help but think of her as innocent. She had a naivety about her that was endearing—charming, even—but it somehow seemed she was well versed in life and its hardships.
How did one do that? Experience life without becoming hardened or jaded by it?
He looked at Arthur for his thoughts and seemed to find similar surprise and respect for the woman they were getting to know. “Arthur?”
“I’m willing to do as the lady wishes based on what she’s shared. I do not believe she has a deceitful bone in her body.”
“Agreed.” Linc looked back at Jo. “It seems your obedient footmen await your instructions, m’lady.”
“Oh, but I…I wouldn’t know what to tell you to do.” She glanced back and forth between them.
“Of course you do, Lady Polly.” Arthur winked at her.
“Use the story as your guide, but feel free to improvise as your natural curiosity shows itself,” Linc suggested with a smile.
“Very well.” She seemed to hesitate, as if considering what to do. “Then…then I shall need you two to strip.”
Almost as one, the two gentlemen rose from the bed and began removing their clothes. As Linc shed his breeches and underwear, he looked up to find Arthur standing there entirely naked, watching him along with Jo. Stretching to his full height, Linc allowed them both to look their fill as he reached down and stroked his stiff cock. Arthur groaned softly even as Jo inhaled, her eyes widening in wonder. Then she looked over to Arthur, whose erection was admittedly even more impressive. The man was a few inches shorter than Linc’s unusual height of six feet two inches, but his cock was longer and thicker by far. For a moment Linc got lost in the fantasy of feeling himself stuffed full of Arthur’s cock from behind, and his length twitched in response.
Jo licked her lips as she let her gaze dart back and forth for a moment. As if she’d come to some decision, her gaze settled on Linc. “I’d like to taste you.”
His knees nearly buckled at her request. Could he allow her to do that and not ruin the moment? Prevent himself from exploding like an untried boy? Did it matter? If Arthur was there to keep pleasuring their Wood Sprite, he’d have time to recover. “Very well, but we should give you some pleasure as well. Let us undress you first.”
Jo nodded and licked her lips again, apparently unable to muster a response.
Arthur shifted onto the bed, crawling behind her, and began working her gown’s laces loose. Linc moved closer and distracted her by raining kisses over her lips and then her cheeks before moving down the column of her neck. As he neared her lush, round breasts, the material gaped forward, allowing him access. He worked with Arthur to rid her of her upper garments, including her light corseting. She lifted her arms to cover herself as her top fell away, but Linc stopped her.
“So plump and beautiful. Do not hide your lovely curves from us.”
Jo cast her gaze to the mattress. “My husband found my over-abundance of flesh off-putting. He suggested I should eat less, so I might cease to resemble a fishmonger’s wife.”
Arthur growled low and menacing behind her. “Were he not already dead, I’d be tempted to see to the deed myself. You are the embodiment of womanhood, lovely and lush.” Then he untied her skirts, loosening those as well.
Link grinned. “Stand up, my Wood Sprite.” He helped her off the bed, letting the material puddle on the floor at her feet. With his help, she stepped out of the material and turned back to the bed to find Arthur laying on the mattress.
“What is this?” she asked, clearly surprised.
Arthur smiled mischievously. “Do you remember how good we made you feel with our hands the other day?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“I’d like to do the same thing to you, but with my tongue.”
Jo gasped, her areolas ruching around the hardened points of her nipples as his words hit her.
