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shoulders lay on his thigh. From this elevated position, she could take his cock more easily and see some of what James was doing between her legs.     
    She squirmed as his tongue drove deep inside her and struggled to accept more of Tom's broad shaft into her mouth. It was hard to breathe through the intense pleasure and the guilty thrill of her heartbeat because she loved every minute of their mutual adulation of her body.
    When she came, James sat back and readied his cock. Tom held still as they both watched James slowly penetrate her. When he was buried to the hilt, he stared at her.
    "Am I bigger than him. Can you tell now?" He pulled out until he was almost free and then drove back again. "Perhaps I should wait until your mouth isn't full of cock to answer that question."
    Arabella closed her eyes as he started to pump his hips. Tom matched the rhythm with the subtle thrusts of his shaft between her lips. She dug her nails into his thigh as the world behind her eyelids exploded in black and red swirls of pure ecstasy.
    When she finally opened her eyes she was pressed between the two men. James was behind her and Tom in front. Tom smiled at her.
    "Are you enjoying this?"
    "It is perfectly acceptable if you are." James' whispered in her ear. "If we are not ashamed to be here with you in this bed, why should you be?"
    She kept her gaze fixed on Tom who was smiling. They were so close that James' left hand skimmed her hip and rested on Tom's muscled buttocks. His fingers moved in circles caressing Tom's taut flesh. She found the image distracting and utterly irresistible.    
    "I'm not ashamed."
    Confused perhaps, but not ashamed. It gave her a perverse thrill to display her new-found sexual self to her husband. To his credit, he seemed to be enjoying it as well.
    James removed his hand from Tom and slid it between Arabella's buttocks. His thumb teased at the entrance of her arse. "Have you had her here, Tom?"
    Arabella gasped as he breached the tight bud and slid two fingers deep inside her. His cock grew against her back, slick and wet and hot.
    "Once or twice. She seemed to like it."
    James nipped Arabella's ear. "Do you like it love?"
    He added two more fingers widening her with every penetration.
    "Yes…oh, James." She arched back against him.
    "How about taking us both then? Tom here and me in your cunt. Do you think you would like that, Arabella? Two men fucking you?"
    Tom bent to kiss her hard on the mouth. His wet cock grazed her belly. It was obvious that she wasn't the only one excited by the idea.
    "Turn her around to face me, Tom."
    Arabella was rotated with surprising ease, bringing her face to face with her husband. He kissed her mouth, his tongue slow and languorous, at odds with the urgent beating of his heart and the thick solid presence of his cock as it jabbed her stomach. Tom's fingers worked between her buttocks making her writhe. James broke off the kiss.
    "Is she ready, Tom?"
    Tom grunted as he reached toward the bedside table and retrieved a bottle. "I have oil. I'll make sure she can take me."
    James returned his mouth to Arabella's and continued the kiss. Oil trickled against her skin and the faint perfume of orange and spices permeated the sharp scent of sex.
    "Let me go first, "James murmured, "She'll take you more easily while I distract her." He grasped Arabella's hips and carefully lowered her down over his shaft. Stuck between the two men, she could only move a little and only at their direction. At least for one night of her life she was willing to allow them to have their way with her.  
    James kissed her again and she felt the first thrust of Tom's cock.
    "Gently, love. Don't fight it. It will be easier."
    "What would you know about it?" She hissed as the pressure increased.
    "Arabella, I went to Harrow and Eton . Of course I know."
    While she gaped at him, Tom pushed home filling her with his shaft. She sighed as the two men began to rock their hips in counterpart, working her