Passion at the Castle (4 page)

“Come on.” Susan slipped her hand into Gwen’s. “Let’s find somewhere else to talk.”

Side by side, they headed down the walkway then turned at the first corner. Gwen’s hunger for sex continued to thrive. Kissing a woman was equally stimulating as locking lips with a man.

They travelled in the opposite direction of the old couple.

Susan glanced over her shoulder. “That was a fine start to my day. I can’t wait to tell Jonathan.”

“It was very arousing kiss. I enjoyed it.” Gwen smiled.

“Mm…very nice.” She bumped her shoulder to Gwen’s. “My tongue is eager to tease your nipples and caress your clit. You’re really going to enjoy it when I make you come. And Jonathan is going to love watching us.”

Longing returned in a heated flash and Gwen instinctively squeezed Susan’s hand. She had a strong feeling Susan would deliver what she promised.

“Does he like to watch?”

Susan giggled. “What man doesn’t like to watch two women? But don’t worry, he’ll be involved plenty.”

They walked further and turned down another trail. A large half-wall of dark purple foliage extended the length of the pathway. Tall shrubs with tiny lavender flowers made up the other side. Susan let go of Gwen’s hand and placed her palm on Gwen’s ass. Surprised by Susan’s touch, Gwen stopped and quickly glanced around for other guests.

“Don’t worry, nobody can see.” Susan fondled Gwen’s butt cheek. “You have a great ass.” She lightly spanked it before stepping in front of Gwen.

“Thank you.” Gwen couldn’t think of any other words to say. She wasn’t used to getting a compliment from a woman about her rear.

Susan slipped her hand between Gwen’s legs and rubbed her mound. “Are you hot, Gwen? Are you hot and wet from our kiss?”

Gwen leant forward as she hungered for more of Susan’s pleasurable touch. “I am. I’m very hot and wet.”

“Do you enjoy me touching you here? Do you want me to go further?

Gwen twisted her head, quickly surveying the area again. “Yes to both.”

With her purse in one hand, Gwen gripped her dress with her other and scrunched it up. Spreading her legs, she slowly exposed her thigh.

“Cute bikini,” Susan said before she wedged her fingers under the band. She delved them into Gwen’s slit and Gwen’s pulse quickened.

“You
are
wet.” Susan massaged Gwen’s sensitive nub.

“What can I say? You woke up a naughty woman.”

Susan pushed her fingers lower and inserted them into Gwen’s pussy. “So wet. Jonathan will love fucking you.”

Anticipation built within Gwen. She gripped her dress and the handle of her purse tighter. Tension strengthened her legs. She rocked her hips towards Susan’s hand and accepted each of Susan’s pumps. Susan’s palm brushed her clitoris each time, bringing Gwen closer to her climax.

“That feels so good,” Gwen said.

Susan reached around and squeezed her ass again. “Do you like this?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

“Jonathan’s cock is so much bigger. It’ll fill you. Do you like them big and hard?” Susan patted Gwen’s clit again and again as she drove into Gwen.

“Yes. Big and hard.”

“Imagine this is his dick fucking you. He’s sinking in and sliding out of your slippery cunt. He wants to feel you come. Can you do that? Can you come for him? Come for me.”

Blood rushed through Gwen as she climbed the mountain to her release. The pressure within her body escalated, making her feel as if she were ready to explode. She tightened her grasp of her purse and dug her nails into her palm. Susan moved her hand faster while groping Gwen’s ass. The torture against her clit with each thrust became too much. Gwen sighed loudly as her orgasm came. Her inner walls contracted and the stiffness in her body slowly lessened. Relief swam through her, relaxing her muscles and calming her fast beating heart.

“I love to feel another woman come,” Susan said then kissed her cheek. She brushed her lips over Gwen’s face as she moved towards Gwen’s ear. “Tonight will be better. I promise.”

A promise for more sex was one Gwen would gladly accept. She imagined Susan and Jonathan would share intense pleasure with her, leaving her quivering with orgasm after orgasm. How could any woman or man refuse such a satisfying offer?

Gwen met Susan’s gaze. “I’m looking forward to our picnic dinner.”

Susan’s curled her lips into a playful smile. “So am I.”

Chapter Four

Head tilted to the side, Gwen combed her wavy locks. She stood in a nude V-string and bra to stay cool while she’d dried her hair. A glance at the clock showed she had twenty minutes to go before meeting Susan and Jonathan for their evening picnic. Since she only needed to dress, she considered heading to the bar. A quick drink or two would ease her anxiety.

Once she’d finished brushing her hair, she headed for the table near the window. She scooted a chair out then sat facing the bed. The white dress with flowers she’d worn in Amsterdam lay in a dry cleaning bag on top of the mattress. Susan had asked her to wear something cute and with the colour pink to remind her of their visit in the garden. The outfit instantly popped into Gwen’s mind.

Gwen shook her head, pondering again if she should meet her new friends for what would undoubtedly be a good time. She’d had fun with Susan in the garden, more than she’d anticipated. They’d roamed the different sections and took time to kiss and explore each other’s bodies. It was a first for Gwen, touching and kissing another woman so intimately. Seeing the results made it all worthwhile. She’d felt Susan’s walls squeeze her fingers. It had been amazing. So why was she nervous about having sex with the couple? She’d enjoyed Susan’s company and the pleasure they shared. Why did she now feel as if something was different? She’d been seeking a change and here was her chance—sex with a man and a woman. How many times did she have to go over this? Enough was enough. She needed to stop thinking about the who and why and accept the opportunity like she had all the other times.

She left her seat and walked towards the bed. After she stopped next to it, she removed the plastic covering her garment. Carefully, she slid the dress over her head and wiggled it down until it reached her knees.

She stepped in front of the mirror and checked herself. The dress gave her an innocent and younger appearance. Of course, she was neither young nor pure of mind. But she liked to dress in clothes that seemed to grace her with a youthful glow. Satisfied with her attire, she slipped her feet into a pair of beige moccasins. She disliked wearing flat shoes but she guessed they might have to walk to find a spot to eat. High heels would sink in the grass and she’d have to clean them later. Plus, she disliked the idea of twisting her ankle. Ready to go, she snatched her purse from the table then headed for the door.

Gwen noticed the sun dipping lower to the west as she walked down the carpeted hallway. She hoped the weather wouldn’t cool down too much since she’d forgotten to bring a sweater. She considered briefly turning around to get it but continued on her way towards the stairs. If she was going to have sex with two people, odds were likely she would feel warm enough not to need something covering her arms.

After a stroll down the stairs, Gwen reached the lobby. She gazed out of the windows on the side and saw a horse and topless carriage. Jonathan stood nearby talking to one of the castle employees who was dressed in black. Two large baskets sat next to the worker while he held a pile of blankets. Although she was early, Gwen decided to check with Jonathan to find out if he needed any help.

Gwen headed for the door. She opened it and stepped outside. As she strode towards the two men, she searched for Susan. Her blonde-haired friend wasn’t in sight.

Jonathan took the blankets from the staff member then opened the door to the carriage. As he placed them inside, the employee lifted one of the baskets.

“Can I help with anything?” Gwen asked as she came to a stop a few feet from Jonathan.

He twisted to face her. “Hello. Oh, my…” He ran his gaze down her body. “You look fabulous in that dress.”

“Thank you. Susan asked I wear something with pink. This was the first outfit that came to mind.”

“She’ll love it.” He stepped closer and pushed his hands inside the pockets of his khaki pants. A red polo shirt now covered his torso instead of the blue one he’d worn earlier.

“Do you need any help?” she asked again.

The worker passed behind her and picked up the second basket. He carried it to the tail end of the buggy.

Jonathan smiled. “I’ve got everything ready to go.”

The staff member closed the hatch then walked towards them.

“Excuse me a moment,” Jonathan said, then met the employee. He withdrew money from his pocket and handed it to the man. “Thank you.”

As the worker walked away, Jonathan returned to Gwen. “I was pleased to hear you spent time with my wife this afternoon. She’s taking a liking to you.”

“We had a good time.”

He stepped closer, stopping only a foot from her. “Did you enjoy the pleasure she gave you?” He curled his lips on one side and a sly grin formed.

Gwen held her purse behind her back and stared into his eyes. “I did. And I’m looking forward to spending more time with her this evening.”

He lowered his gaze to her chest. “And I look forward to seeing you two together.”

“Yes, she told me you like to watch.”

“Well, watch and join, of course.”

Gwen nodded and glanced down. She spotted a large bulge in his pants. In an instant, heat rushed to her cheeks. She was now confident she didn’t need to return to her room for a sweater.

“Do you see something you like?” He hid his hands back in his pockets.

“Your wife did say you had a big cock. It appears she was right.”

“I’d let you touch it, but we have a rule. I can’t touch other women when she’s not around and she can’t touch other men when I’m not around.”

“That sounds fair. But you allow her to touch women?”

“Not normally, but this is our anniversary and I sensed your hesitance earlier. So I gave her my blessings.”

Gwen shook her head and tried not to lower her eyes. However, the naughty side of her brought her gaze back to his groin. Damn, his erection was huge.

“She told me you were quite wet when she had her fingers inside you.”

Gwen lifted her eyes to meet his.

“I do love sliding deep inside a woman and fucking her hard until she screams. Do you scream?”

Moisture seeped from between her legs and dampened her thin V-string. The man was stirring her hormones.

“Sometimes,” she said.

“Are you wet now? Are you wondering what it will be like when I bury my erection inside you?”

Yes and yes.
“Maybe.” She shrugged.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a tease. No wonder my wife likes you, aside from the fact you have a gorgeous body.”

“Hey, you two,” Susan called out.

Gwen twisted and found her friend striding towards her and Jonathan. She wore a long, sleeveless red dress with a low neckline. The outfit was similar to one of Gwen’s. As she approached, Gwen noticed the bounciness of her breasts and the two pebbles pressed against the fabric. Clearly, Susan dressed sans bra.

“You look adorable.” Susan had her attention fixed on Gwen. “Are those pink flowers? They are.”

She stopped in front of Gwen, gripped Gwen’s shoulders, then planted a kiss on each of Gwen’s cheeks.

“Nice dress.” Gwen found it interesting how Jonathan’s shirt matched the colour of her outfit, but she didn’t comment about it.

“I’m glad you came to join us. We’ll have a wonderful time.”

She stepped back and extended her hand towards her husband. Jonathan clasped it quickly.

“And you…” She placed her palm over his dick and he grunted. “I hope you’re behaving.”

He kissed her lips. “You know I am.” He pressed his mouth to hers again.

“I get her first. Remember?” Susan gently wiggled his hand.

“Of course. Shall we go? My balls are aching.”

She chuckled. “Yes, yes. Let’s go.”

She released her hold of his hand and he hurried to the carriage.

He pushed the door open wide and held his palm out. “My ladies.”

Susan took his hand and he helped her first into the buggy. Once she’d sat, he offered Gwen the same assistance. She accepted his help, placed her foot on the single step, then climbed into the carriage. Susan sat at the far left with her arm stretched over the back. The white leather seat appeared quite comfortable. Gwen took a spot near the blankets, leaving some room between her and Susan. The space quickly disappeared as Susan scooted close to her.

“We’re going to have an exhaustingly good time.” Susan took Gwen’s hand and clasped it.

“I have little doubts about that.” Gwen grinned.

Jonathan climbed into the front of the carriage. He settled in his seat then glanced back at Susan and Gwen. “Ready, ladies?”

“More than ready,” Susan answered.

He turned to the front, grabbed two lines connected to the horse, then pulled on a lever. The buggy rolled slowly. A long stick stood up from the side of the carriage. When Jonathan lifted it, Gwen noticed it resembled a flogger. He tapped the horse with it and the vehicle jerked forward.

Gwen leaned closer to Susan’s ear. “Does he know how to drive this thing?”

“While we were in the garden, he learned how to steer. He assured me he could handle the horse.”

Horseshoes clacked on the pavement as Jonathan navigated the animal towards the exit. Although they were moving at a slow pace, a breeze brushed over Gwen and tossed strands of hair into her face. She set her purse on the blankets then tucked the unruly locks behind her ear. Her effort was of little good as they soon drifted back into her eyes.

Jonathan steered the horse around a corner then nudged the animal with the whip again. The speed of the carriage increased along with the number of click-clacks on the road. They faced the wind now and Gwen’s hair blew to the sides, out of her way.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Susan’s gaze pointed at the large pond to their left. Swans and ducks swam in the water.