Richard
A woman standing to one side of me is panting. A man to the other side of me, wearing no more than a towel has his hand underneath the cloth, moving rhythmically. I'm hot, streaming with sweat.
Michael reaches up behind her neck and after a second or so, the halter of the dress falls free, dropping to hang around her waist, leaving Charlotte bare-breasted....
Elizabeth had better be standing by the bed when I get back....
Then he binds the silk sash around her eyes, its brilliant scarlet matching her lips. He murmurs something to her....
Checking she's alright?
.... and she nods, whispering some reply.
My mouth dry, I watch on. It could be my wife with these two men…
You're not Elizabeth....
.... but while my head knows the difference, my c**k doesn't. My shaft is strainin
