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little more Madeira for me. It’s cold now, but just as delicious, and very welcome. “And it pains me to hear that such an obviously sensual woman as yourself is only now discovering the joys of eroticism.”

      I still feel a little stunned. I’m shocked and surprised by what I’m capable of. But in my heart, a seed of determination has been planted. Never again will I accept second best in this matter. Never again will I lie thwarted and unsatisfied while a gentleman uses me to service his own desires. If my next husband is ignorant of my needs, by heaven, I will show him what I require and insist he provides it!

      The Madeira braces me. I square my shoulders and look into Ambrose’s intense brown eyes. My heart lifts at the look of awe and wonder there. It’s as if he saw my inner transformation.

      “That…that was quite a revelation. But I sense there’s more to learn. Many additional tricks and techniques that I may employ to enhance my enjoyment of the bedroom.”

      “Indeed, my dear, and bravo! It’s clear that you’re a quick study and a natural born sensualist. That perfect pleasure you just experienced is called an orgasm, and now you’re acquainted with it, I’m sure it’ll be the first of many.”

      “I do hope so.” And that is the truth. My glowing body is already rousing anew, despite my recent pleasure. “I’m eager to experience it again. And to learn more.”

      “Of course, my dear lady, of course. We usually suggest that further, shall we say, ‘therapies’ be explored on another day. When the client has had time to absorb the impact of her first experience and perhaps experiment a little herself. But in your case—” he pauses delicately “—in your case, I feel that you’re ready to move swiftly ahead, to the second stage.”

      Second stage? Oh, my, what might that be?

      A delicious rippling in the pit of my belly tells me my body is eager and willing to explore it.

      Just as I’m about to speak, the door opens and Clarence returns with a bundle of silk and lace over his arm. When he shakes it out, and holds it up, it proves to be an exquisite peignoir of ivory Peau de Soie, adorned with Brussels lace and narrow satin ribbons. Ambrose hands me from the chaise longue and it seems the most natural thing in the world to divest myself of all my underclothes and slip happily into the delicate luxurious garment.

      The awareness that I’m momentarily nude before both Ambrose and Clarence only excites me even further. In fact I’m almost disappointed when the silken robe is tied and my flesh is respectably covered again.

      “Come this way,” says Ambrose, taking my hand, and leading me out of the room. Glancing backward, I see Clarence begin to tidy up and gather my clothing. Ahead lies I know not what, but I feel a little sad when the younger man doesn’t follow us.

      We reach another room, which, when Ambrose escorts me within, proves to be a sumptuous if somewhat gaudily decorated bedroom, of the sort I would imagine a high class courtesan to inhabit. The bed is a huge, brass-railed four-poster, and the walls are decorated with a rich, silk wallpaper. Works of art hang here, too, as they did downstairs, but here the paintings and prints are bigger and undeniably lewd…and stimulating.

      As Ambrose turns down the sheets and quilt, releasing a waft of delicious tuberose fragrance from the linen, another door to the chamber opens and a newcomer enters.

      “Oh, my! You’re…”

      It’s Yuri, the exquisite young man from the engraving.

      He’s naked, alive and perfect, right down to every last inch of beautiful swarthy flesh and every vibrant dark curl on his head.

      His male member is enormous and already on the rise.

      “This is Yuri, Mrs. Harewood, and he’s here to pleasure you.” Ambrose leads me forward, toward this vision of idealized male pulchritude. “And to instruct you in ways that you may pleasure him, in order to increase a man’s enthusiasm and thus your enjoyment of the act.”

      “Enchanted,” the young man says softly, taking my shaking hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. His mouth is warm and firm, and parts slightly against my skin to allow his tongue to delicately tease.

      “I…um… It’s a pleasure to meet you, too,” I stammer, unable to stop myself glancing at his male organ, which seems to be rising and growing yet further, as we speak.

      “I sincerely hope so, madame,” he whispers against my skin, his tongue flicking again in way that’s positively indecent. Especially as he’s at full and magnificent stand now.

      “Here, let me help you,” says Ambrose from behind me, and he reaches over my shoulders and unfastens my silk robe. Immediately Yuri parts the garment and exposes me. A heartbeat later, Ambrose slides it off my shoulders and makes me bare.

      I’m in a room, stark naked, with two men again.

      Acutely aware of Ambrose behind me, I reach, on pure instinct, for Yuri. He makes a sound of delighted surprise when I coil my arms around him, but then getting into the spirit of things, he clasps me tightly, too, and presses his lips to mine.

      His mouth tastes just as sweet and spicy as the Madeira, and as his tongue probes and explores, his mighty sex pushes at my belly.

      Naked skin on naked skin. Lips. Tongues. Hands. A man’s hard staff against me.

      All these things are right. All these things are good.

      Even the intense scrutiny of a third party, another handsome man, seems to be part of my sensual destiny.

      Yuri and I kiss for a long time, our hands running over each others backs and buttocks. I seem to have passed across some great Rubicon, and I know that the exact moment of my transformation was during the sublime pleasure that Ambrose visited upon me with his fingers. Even though I’m embracing one man, it’s this other that I’m still strangely linked to.

      Eventually, my naked companion and I part, and I turn to find Ambrose’s eyes on me, burning like coals. Yet, when he extends his hand, and silently leads me to the bed, his decorum is perfect and controlled. He helps me onto the mattress, but his hands don’t linger upon my limbs or my torso, even though every last sense in me screams out that he wants to. He sincerely wants to…

      Yuri takes his place in the bed at my side, his long, sun-kissed body gracefully elegant. He reaches for me, touching my breast, fingertips warm and sure. I surge toward him, and yet my attention isn’t entirely upon his actions. Ambrose is retreating behind me, moving toward the door…and that can’t be. That really cannot be!

      I turn to him, holding out my hand, even while Yuri continues to idly fondle my teat. When I glance quickly at him, he’s smiling, his dark eyes aglitter.

      Ambrose hesitates, just a second, then returns to the bed. He kicks off his boots, then climbs alongside us, still fully clothed, leaning on his elbow.

      “I’ll watch for a while,” he says. His voice is quiet and calm, but I sense a thread of raw excitement.

      Watching will do, then. At least for a while.

      We exchange a complicit smile, then I return my attention to Yuri.

      The younger man is exotic, tawny-skinned and earthy. His dark hair is a wild mass of curls and there is a simmering, animal quality about him. His lovemaking is eager and earthy, too, although I can tell he is accomplished, with many skills.

      His hands rove my body, and I sink into the sensations, lolling back against the pillows like some Ottoman princess accepting the services of her swains. With one hand I slowly stroke Yuri’s warm flank, indolently encouraging him, while with the other, I seek, and find, Ambrose’s hand. Our fingers lace, and my heart turns over, touched by some strange, dark emotion.

      Yuri kisses my cheek, my throat, my shoulder. Each with a soft intense contact and a stroke of his moist, nimble tongue. Then his mouth moves lower, drifting and sliding over the upper slopes of my bosom. I blush a little as my nipples harden even more, then smile inside at my own silliness. How far

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