Passion at the Castle (7 page)

The woman had a point. Each man had given her their contact information and wanted her to stay in touch with them. She hadn’t planned on it, but maybe she should. Why not? A long-term relationship could form and distance might not pose a problem. She had but one way to find out.

“Jonathan and I would love for you to visit us in Wales sometime. We have a guest suite if you decide to come. You’re always welcome.”

Happiness spread through Gwen and she smiled. “Thank you. I will definitely contact you if I’m ever in your area.”

Susan moved and the rest of the spa rocks fell to the side. She swung her legs over the table and sat. Her naked body held a glossy sheen and her perky tits jiggled slightly.

“I’m getting hungry and horny. Do you want to clean up then meet for dinner in my suite?”

Gwen moved slowly over the thin table so the stones wouldn’t fall on the floor. She stood and her legs wobbled.

“Are you okay?” Susan asked with a grin playing upon her lips.

Gwen took the towel that had covered her ass and wrapped it around her body. “I feel great but my body is a little like pudding at the moment.”

“Mm, pudding from a woman’s pussy. I’ll have to taste some for dinner.” She wiggled her blonde eyebrows.

Gwen headed for the door. “I’ll call the therapist back.”

She stopped near the exit and pressed the talk button on the speaker system next to the doorframe. “Hello, my friend and I would like to clean up now, please.”

A response came quickly. “We’ll be right with you.”

Gwen turned around and found Susan standing and holding her towel in front of her. She walked towards the blonde. “What time would you like me to meet you?”

“Will an hour give you enough time?”

“Plenty.” Gwen nodded. “Do I need to wear anything…special?”

The corner of Susan’s mouth twitched. “No. In fact, just wear a dress and nothing else.”

“Are you sure Jonathan won’t mind? It is your last night. Right?”

“No worries.” She gave a casual wave with her hand. “The three of us together is a perfect ending to a perfect anniversary.”

The door opened and captured their attention. Two women walked in carrying thick white robes. One headed for Gwen while the other walked towards Susan. As the employees helped Susan and Gwen slip into the cotton dressing gowns, the workers explained where they were heading and what they would do.

In a matter of minutes, Gwen and Susan were ready to part ways but only temporarily. The staff had led them to another room and washed the masks from Gwen’s and Susan’s faces. Gwen couldn’t believe how much cleaner and smoother she felt all over her body. The spa treatment was worth every cent. They’d returned to their spa room and after they’d changed back into their clothes, they’d agreed again to meet in an hour.

Susan stood near the door with the strap of her purse over her shoulder. She waited for Gwen to slip her last shoe on. Once Gwen finished dressing, she headed for Susan. She stopped next to her.

Susan pecked Gwen’s cheek. “I’ll be ready for you.”

“See you soon.”

Susan opened the door and strode out first. Gwen followed her to the lobby of the spa then stopped at the check-in desk. While Susan left, Gwen spoke to one of the employees regarding her bill. She’d planned to charge the therapeutic treatment to her room, but Susan had somehow beaten her to the punch.

Gwen returned to her room with a deep gratitude filling her heart and soul. Every man she’d met and had intimate relations with had been overwhelmingly kind and gracious. Susan was no different.

Gwen showered and washed her hair. She spent twenty minutes shaving and scrubbing and another fifteen drying her long hair. She applied a light coat of makeup then searched for a dress. She found a folded spring one at the bottom of a pile in one of the drawers. She took the white garment with colourful flowers and shook it. Although the short sleeved, scoop neck gown was not one of her favourites and had plenty of wrinkles, she decided to wear it anyway. Plus, if she guessed right, she would be naked shortly after her arrival. By the time she finished preparing for her last night with the couple she had ten minutes to spare. Anxious to be with them again, she grabbed her room card and left.

She reached Jonathan and Susan’s suite within minutes. Her heart thumped fast while she stood outside the room. She was excited for the night’s activities. She wanted her last night to be a most enjoyable one. Her gut feeling told her it would be. She lifted her hand and knocked on the door.

Jonathan answered promptly and smiled. He wore a pair of black trousers and a white button down shirt, which he’d left gaping open. The bit of his exposed chest captured Gwen’s gaze. Although he had a lean athletic frame, he had six pack abs and they were a joy to view.

“Please, come in.” He gestured inside with his arm.

Gwen entered the suite. “Thank you.”

She stopped a few feet from the door and surveyed the room. It was different from hers with orange-coloured walls and dark furniture. A large set of windows consumed the majority of the back wall. A red recliner and cushioned beige chair faced an old-fashioned off-white sofa with beige and red stripes. A cherry wood coffee table separated the seats. The desk along the right wall had a laptop propped open. Through an open doorway near the workstation, Gwen spotted a four-poster bed in the adjoining room.

Susan stepped from the bedroom wearing a thick white robe similar to the one they’d donned in the spa. Her long blonde hair hung over her covered breasts. A smile spread across her face. “Dessert has arrived.”

She stopped in front of Gwen and pecked her cheek. “Maybe we should skip dinner.”

“I’m always willing to snack on something sweet before the main course.” Jonathan passed by them. He walked to the desk and closed the laptop.

Susan surveyed Gwen. “Lovely dress.”

“It’s an old one.”

“Anything underneath?” Susan curled her lips on one side.

Gwen gave her a sly smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Hmm…” Susan’s gaze lowered. “Judging from the set of eyes staring at me from your chest, I gather there is nothing.”

A knock sounded from the door, stealing their attention.

“I’ll answer it.” Jonathan headed for the exit.

Susan clasped Gwen’s hand. “Come on. Let’s have a seat.”

She tugged Gwen towards the furniture while Jonathan opened the main door. Gwen stepped around the coffee table then stopped when Susan did. They both sat on the striped sofa with little space between them.

Glass clinked softly as Jonathan pushed a cart to a spot behind the chairs. The top shelf held a three-tier dessert server, a two-levelled stand with fruit, cups and a teapot. The midsection of the cart contained three round silver canisters.

“We ordered the ham dinner, which comes with stewed potatoes and steamed vegetables. Should we start with our dinners first?” Jonathan shifted his gaze to his wife.

“No, I’m in the mood for something sweet.” Susan turned to Gwen. “Perhaps now would be a good time to shed our clothes.”

Susan rose and untied the belt of her robe. As she pushed the cloth off her shoulders, Gwen stood. Staring at his naked wife, Jonathan set the dessert server on the table. His gaze shifted when Gwen lifted her dress. She pulled it over her head then set the gown on the arm of the sofa.

Jonathan eyed Gwen and his wife. “Dessert is looking good.”

Susan turned to Gwen. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Gwen couldn’t help but smile. The two were so playful and naughty. She enjoyed their company. She sat on the sofa as Susan reached for one of the pastries.

“Mm… I’m going to start with this one,” Susan said, lifting the square sweet with a red jelly in the centre.

Jonathan lowered onto the chair across from Gwen. He watched his wife dip her finger into the goo. His legs were spread wide and his arms flat on the armrests.

Susan sat next to Gwen. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” She rubbed the glob on one of Gwen’s hard nipples.

A tingle branched out within Gwen when Susan touched her. Susan circled and coated Gwen’s nipple before she delved her finger back into the pastry. She gathered another clump of the substance.

“There.” Susan smothered the gelatine over Gwen’s other erect bud. “One for Jonathan and one for me.”

Gwen raised her arms and leaned against the sofa, arching her back and thrusting her girls forward. “I hope I’m not too sweet for the two of you.”

Jonathan stood and removed his shirt. He walked around the table. “There’s no such thing as too sweet.” He tossed his shirt on top of Gwen’s dress.

“I agree.”

Susan bit into half of the small dessert. “Mm,” she mumbled while she chewed. She placed the remaining portion near Gwen’s mouth. When Gwen parted her lips, Susan fed the treat to her.

The soft crust crumbled when Gwen ate the pastry. A strawberry flavour grazed her tongue. Now she recognised the coloured goo.

Jonathan sat next to Gwen and lifted her right tit. “What flavour is it?”

Gwen looked at Susan. The blonde cupped Gwen’s left breast while she looked at her husband. “You’ll have to taste to find out.”

Susan stuck her tongue out and licked Gwen’s nipple. The brush excited Gwen. Her pulse jumped and spark of desire shot to her southern region. Jonathan lowered and covered her bud. He suckled and flicked it while Susan licked the other. Warmth coiled below Gwen’s navel, energized by the erotic charges spreading through her. Jonathan set his palm on her inner thigh. Heat from his touch rushed to her pussy. She wriggled slightly as she enjoyed the pleasure they were giving her, but mostly because she wanted more.

“God, this feels good,” Gwen said.

Jonathan released her nipple. “Breasts are one of my favourite desserts. Of course, I prefer this.” He moved his hand to her pussy and slipped a finger inside.

Gwen bit her lip while he grazed her clit. The simple touch lit a fiery need within her.

Susan lifted her head. “Before we move to the main treat, I have something for you to snack on.”

She twisted and took another pastry from the tray. The round, crusted Danish had a soft dark centre. She delved her finger into the soft middle then handed the sweet to Gwen.

“See for yourself if it’s good.” Susan put the glob on one of her girls.

Gwen dipped her finger into the pastry and gathered the dark gel. The slightly gritty texture and colour made her suspect the flavour was either black or blueberry. As Gwen lifted her covered finger, Susan leaned against the sofa. Gwen spread the soft substance around the stiff centre of Susan’s clean breast.

“Take a bite,” Susan said.

Gwen bit into the small Danish. The crust crumbled under her teeth and blueberry gelatine slid over her tongue. “Mm… Good.”

Jonathan stood then walked around the coffee table. He sat next to his wife with his gaze directed at her chest. “I wonder what this one will taste like.” Wasting no time, he took her soiled tit into his mouth.

Susan shook her head. “Men are too impatient.”

Gwen held the treat up and Susan parted her lips. Gwen fed the dessert to Susan but before she could pull her fingers away, Susan captured Gwen’s thumb. Instead of chewing on the pastry, Susan sucked on Gwen’s finger.

Susan closed her eyes briefly. “Mm.”

The delicate and wet caress revved Gwen’s desire. She stared at Susan’s dirty nipple and her mouth watered. She wanted to suck on the bud and make Susan moan. Make her feel as horny as Gwen was feeling. The minute Susan let go of Gwen’s thumb Gwen did exactly that. She latched onto Susan’s girl and sucked on it. The taste of blueberry filled her mouth again. She nibbled on Susan’s hard tip, making her moan.

Susan arched her back. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Gwen cleaned Susan’s breast and continued to play with it. She glanced at Jonathan and found him doing the same. He slid his hand down Susan’s belly then between her legs. She parted them and he pushed his fingers into her slit. When she groaned, he lifted his head.

“Ready for me to try this yet?” he asked, and Gwen let go of Susan’s tit.

Susan tilted her head and gazed at the dessert server. “I’m ready, but let me add a little sweetener.”

Jonathan scooted to the side as Susan rose and claimed another pastry. The one she selected this time had a creamy yellow centre. She gathered a clump on her finger and faced Gwen. “Spread your legs.”

Gwen lifted her right leg and set her foot on the edge of the sofa before she widened the gap between her thighs.

Susan stared at Gwen’s treat. “That’s perfect.”

Gwen’s heart accelerated when Susan slid her finger with the gel on it into Gwen’s pussy. Gwen had thought Susan would rub the gel on her inner thigh, not inside her. Susan circled her clit then moved her finger lower. Hot lust swarmed through Gwen.

“There, that should sweeten things up.” Susan kissed Gwen. “Don’t you think?”

Gwen nodded. She was speechless and overly slick between her legs.

Susan sat next to Gwen and collected more of the creamy filling from the dessert with her finger. “This is for you to enjoy. Double the pleasure you might say.” She widened her legs then spread the goo inside her.

Jonathan stood and stared at both of them with hungry eyes. “Two sweet pussies for me to eat. I must be in heaven.” He lowered to his knees before them.

Susan propped her leg on the sofa similar to the way Gwen had. Jonathan’s gaze moved from one woman to the other as if he were formulating a plan for devouring them. He leaned towards his wife, grabbed one of her breasts, then lapped at her slit.

Susan dropped her head back on the sofa and moaned. “I can never tire of this.”

Gwen watched as Jonathan dragged his tongue up his wife’s pussy again and again. Susan’s body stiffened as if she were a rubber band being stretched. She arched her back while he fondled one of her tits. How long would it take for her snap? At the rate Jonathan was cleaning her, Gwen suspected Susan would reach her climax soon.

Jonathan met her gaze. “You taste exquisite.” He kissed her inner thigh then nipped it. “Now for my other treat.”

Susan took hold of his hand and pressed it to her pussy. “Double the pleasure, love.”