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would only be a little bit of naughty fun, dear husband,” she went on. “You know my curiosity…and how lately I’ve been eager to try new things.” As she spoke, she reached for his hand and placed it at the juncture of her thighs, reminding him of those certain new things. “I would never lie with another man but you, Leonard.” She pressed her mouth to his, squeezing his fingers, with hers, against her puss. “I’m just interested in feeling things and seeing things.”
    Leonard laughed heartily, shaking his head. “You’re a most remarkable minx, my dear. Just what is it that you want to see that you haven’t seen before?” This time, he drew her hand to his crotch, where she discovered a monumental erection.
    â€œWell, I would rather like to observe our young specialist’s ‘accoutrements,’ if that’s amenable to you, my dear?” She paused, giving her husband’s own accoutrements a daring frisk. “Even though I can’t possibly imagine that he would be more favorably blessed than this.”
    â€œSly, flattering hussy,” growled Leonard. His hips lifted, then he gently shook her off him before rolling her over onto her back.
    Hauling up her nightgown, and giving her a kiss, he mounted her for another delicious ride.
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    Am I ready? Am I ready?
    Mary’s nerves twittered as she heard the doorbell ring, a few days later, and anticipated the second appearance of her “specialist.”
    Astonished and overjoyed, the Brigstock servants had been packed off for yet another evening jaunt—the circus this time—and once again the house was empty but for Leonard and herself. Her husband’s quick step upon the stairs told her he was answering the door—which was a good thing, considering the garb that she’d chosen for this evening.
    There would be no pretence this time. No social dance of dinner and conversation. There were no two ways about it. Benedict was here for her erotic dalliance, and that alone, and approaching voices on the stairs made her heart thud. She took up her brandy glass and downed the snifter all in one.
    Ah, the fire of it…it warmed her mouth and throat and belly, stiffening her resolve. But it wasn’t nearly as hot as other fires that would soon be burning, those delicious conflagrations that would rage in her intimate zones.
    When Leonard ushered in their guest, Mary nearly laughed out loud. Not from nerves, or her own apprehensions, but the look of sheer astonishment on his face. How splendid; she’d shocked him, just as she’d planned. Leonard’s grin over the young man’s shoulder was a picture, too.
    â€œGood evening, Mrs. Brigstock,” the specialist said warmly, his poise recovered as he reached for her hand and raised it dashingly to his lips. “You’re looking especially handsome tonight, I must say. That’s a very becoming robe that you have on.”
    â€œYes, isn’t it? A gift from my dear Leonard…a reward, you might say. For pleasing him.” She batted her eyelashes and saw Leonard’s smile widen and his eyes roll at her brazenness.
    â€œA drink, old man?” her husband offered.
    â€œOh, yes…splendid… A whisky and soda, please,” answered Benedict, even though both his gaze and that of Leonard’s remained upon her.
    And now you’re both speculating on what precisely lies beneath this.
    Mary ran her fingers over the blue silk of her sash as her husband busied himself with the tantalus and she settled herself demurely on one of the long chesterfields, arranging her legs so she might flash the men a glimpse of her ankle and perhaps a little more.
    Her new robe was a wrapper à la japonnaise, a self-indulgence purchased from an exclusive modiste patronized by Sofia Chamfleur and several of the other Circle ladies. The silken fabric was delicate and luxurious, as fine as air, and formed