Masters & Lovers Box Set One

James

I watch the two of them together; Michael at his most reassuring, Beth clearly wanting him but uncertain nonetheless.

I stand well back, taking Charlotte with me, keeping her close. This isn't my moment, and I'm deciding whether Charlotte should get the benefit of the crop on her backside I threatened her with, or whether she just redeemed herself. Michael is talking softly to the soft, submissive Beth; brushing his lips across her forehead, to her clear response. Richard parks a hip on a bench, making a show of being casual....

How hard is this for him?

Still, he volunteered this....

It's odd, but all those years at the clubs, I never thought twice about having another man....

Another Dom....

.... nearby at 'play-time'. Now, it's a little unsettling.

Beth, abruptly, looks straight at me, blinking hard and chewing on a perfectly manicured thumbnail....

What the...?

.... She's scared....

Of me?

What have I done to earn that?

"Beth.... You're not frightened of me, are you? Why for Heaven's sake? Do you seriously think I would touch a woman I didn't think wanted me? And certainly not with Richard standing here." I nod towards her startled husband. "He'd have my head on a spike...."

She laughs. It's a bit forced, and it lasts a little longer than it should, but she's trying. "Sorry, James."

Michael stoops to her again, his hand on her cheek as she looks again to Richard. He simply waves her back to her blond beau....

Richard's expression is interesting. Of course, people-watching is almost always interesting, but it's not often you get to watch a man who is, in his turn, watching his wife being seduced.

He looks.... charmed....

And now for the first time, she kisses Michael back. It's slight and it's hesitant but he responds with a pleased smile.

He reaches for her hair, unpinning it to let it tumble around her shoulders. As he releases the mass of gold-red coils I examine my own internal reactions....

I'd thought I might be tempted....

.... But I'm not. Not at all.

However, I am becoming aroused, but not for Beth. Instead, I'm considering my own copper-haired, jade-eyed lovely. Beth is beautiful, but.....

Not for me....

Michael is becoming serious now, pulling her in closer, letting his hands roam her body. And she's responding, arching as he glides down her back, grazing her ass before slipping up again to almost, but not quite, cup a breast. Then I smile to myself as I realise that, all unconsciously, I have been mirroring his actions on Charlotte.

One arm looping her waist, I hold her tightly against me, letting her feel my erection pressing against her. I pass my other arm to lie between her breasts, my hand on her shoulder. Her breathing is becoming heavier and her heartbeat thumps through her chest to my wrist. I nuzzle into her neck to help her along a little, feeling her breath skitter and jump as I nibble at the tender skin there

Richard is like a man entranced, watching as Michael steps away from Beth to offer her a hand. As she takes it, he leads her to the large bed we have at the far side of the room. Richard's eyes flick to mine and I jerk my head their way to follow.

*****

Richard

Elizabeth stands before Michael. She's quivering a little; I think with a mixture of arousal and nerves. But she no longer looks back to me. Michael has her attention.

Standing close to her now, he repeats his move of earlier, tracing his fingers down her spine. She reacted before but was then trying to suppress her response I think. Now she shudders.

I position myself where I can see Elizabeth's face without being in her direct line of sight, Michael's fingers now between her shoulder blades, at the top of the zipper of her dress. He takes the tab of the zipper, tugging it a little, showing her what he is doing, but he pauses, leaning back a little to look into her face.

Poised....

Waiting.....

.... for consent?

Always he makes it her choice....

Her mouth is open and she's panting. Her skin gleams gold in light of the flames, lustrous with a fine sheen of perspiration and....

.... I can't see her face properly from my angle, but I know my Elizabeth; her eyes, huge black pupils, green-rimmed as she nods him permission. It's the slightest of movements and he responds with the slow click-click of the zipper drawing down.

Her dress opens, loosening at the shoulders, beginning to fall away. Elizabeth looks back, her eyes flicking to mine, but I simply smile....

I'm enjoying this....

The zipper open to the base of her spine, Michael eases the dress away and it glides down, slipping down to her feet, leaving her in only her white lace lingerie....

I'm actually fucking enjoying this....

.... Watching another man undress my wife....

.... And she's responding to him....

Michael stoops, picking up the dress, laying it on a nearby shelf. As he turns back to her, his eyes are warm....

.... and I try to see my wife through another man's eyes....

Soft.... warm.... her long red hair swaying in waves as she moves, her skin pale over thigh and belly and breast.

His eye travels her, her tight waist, her flat stomach, the smooth line of her thighs. He makes no attempt to hide it. Rather, his gaze is admiring as once more, he stands over her, stooping to kiss the top of her breasts.

As his lips graze her, a frisson skips over her skin, and once more she looks to me, but I simply nod her back to the man making slow love to her.

"Would you like to take my shirt off?" he says.

Her colour blooms. "I've not undressed anyone but Richard since...." But now, she doesn't look to me. She's looking to him

"Well, you can now.... if you want to?"

Her eyes drop to the top of his shirt. The first two buttons are already undone, but she reaches for the next one, her fingers shaking as she tries to unfasten it, making a complete hash of the job. Michael doesn't laugh. He simply waits, letting her take her time, his fingers running through her hair.

When did I ever think I would stand by to watch another man seduce my wife?

He's good.

He's very good.

And I keep a straight face myself. She's all nerves. I know my Elizabeth can undress a man with all the style and seduction any red-blooded male could wish for.

How many times have we undressed each other?

A hundred? Two hundred? More...?

But ham-fisted as she is, she's willing. Her colour is deepening by the moment. Even from here, I can see Michael scenting the air, his face lifting a little as he inhales.... Wet...?

.... I think so....

As she finally wrestles the last button open, tugging the shirt free of his plain black jeans, her eyes lift to his and he meets her gaze, simply looking down, one hand still stroking her hair.

She slides the shirt free from his shoulders, fingertips exploring the skin as she does so, tracing the outline of his muscles. He's a well-built man, appealing I'm sure to any woman..... James wouldn't say how many....

.... Took his pick....

I take care to look after myself of course, but I'm older and I spend much of my day at a desk. Michael is in the prime of life....

How old is he?

.... Mid-thirties maybe....

.... One reason why James chose him for Charlotte....

And of course, he runs fitness centres. His body is beyond 'toned'. Naturally broad-shouldered, his muscles are strap-like and well-defined. Not over-developed, he's not exercising for the mirror but for the ability to do.... .... and my Elizabeth's eyes range his body like a taster presented with a fine wine, travelling his shoulders, his chest, lower to his abs and south....

.... Yeah....

Can hardly blame him....

Michael's jeans are a seriously tight fit around the fly....

.... And now I think about it....

Jeez....

Surreptitiously, I shift my weight, trying to ease the pressure at my groin. James' eyes flicker to mine, a smile playing over his lips. I can't see what his condition is, because he has Charlotte pulled back against him.... Letting her feel him....?

Will he object if I look?

.... Why should he?

.... He's watching Elizabeth....

And so, I do look, not hiding that I am doing so, enjoying the view of this woman, so physically similar to my own wife, temperamentally so different.

James sees me. His head tilts and he pauses, then shifts slightly, turning to give me a more direct view. Then, one hand over a breast, he strokes her.... Christ....

All those porn movies I watched as a teenager when I thought my parents didn't know have nothing on this....

It's the smallest and simplest of movements. The hand of a man caressing the breast of a woman.....

.... A beautiful woman....

.... A woman who could be a twin to my own wife....

Through the sheer fabric, the curve of a breast sits in James palm, the smooth line of her waist flaring to wide hips and flat belly. But also, I see the differences to my Elizabeth in Charlotte's tone, the definition of muscles. Her body is harder than my Elizabeth's, more defined. There too, Elizabeth is waxed. Charlotte is not. Curls of fox and auburn lie coiled at her loins.

My attention is tugged back to Michael and Elizabeth by a low groan. He has removed her bra and is thumbing at her nipples, rose-gold in the flicker of the candles against the pale gold of her skin and the amber bronze of her hair.

He thumbs again, flicking at a hard nub. She moans, loudly now, and he reacts by scooping her up in his arms and depositing her carefully on the bed. And even from here, I can smell her. Her aroma, the perfume of arousal, heady and intoxicating, floods the chamber

He's saying something to her. I can't hear what, but she stretches out, languorous and sensual, wearing only her panties now. He slips off his shoes and, barefoot, sits by her on the bed.

Is this it?

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Is this where I watch another man fuck my wife?

And I'm suddenly uneasy.

.... Too late now....

But.... he pulls something from a pocket; a bottle, pouring something into his palm.

I cast a puzzled look to James, but he simply shrugs and smiles, looking amused....

Every man has his style I suppose....

But now Michael is speaking loud enough for me to hear, his palms flat to Elizabeth's stomach.

"Jasmine, bergamot and vanilla. Almond oil as the carrier...."

Massage oil...?

And as I watch her arch and stretch under his attentions, my shaft strains....

He speaks softly as his hands work her body; heel, fingers and knuckles. His words don't seem to be anything suggestive. Just chat. His own skin gleams as muscles ripple and play with the effort in his shoulder, arms and hands. Never thought what a physical task massage must be....

.... strong fingers....

He works her calves and thighs, but not too.... high.....

.... It's not sexual, but judging by Elizabeth's response, the effect is very, very sensual. Her head drops back, eyes fluttering closed.

There's one to add to the home repertoire....

.... Wonder if he'd give me a couple of lessons...?

Michael may not be touching her too intimately.... yet.... but her body is responding to him nonetheless. Even from here, the dark stain on the white lace and satin of her panties is obvious.

"Beth, look at me."

Her eyes flicker open, locked on his. His hands glide south over her stomach, a finger hooking in either side of her panties.... and he waits....

Elizabeth lifts herself at the hip, supporting herself with feet and shoulders, and slowly he slips the skimpy garment along the long reach of her legs and off.

Naked now, she glistens. Her inner thighs and the smoothness of her mound are slick and shining.

Michael is still wearing his jeans, but the tightness to the front must be difficult. He shifts position, swinging a leg across to straddle her at the hips. And now his hands travel her breasts, pinching and tugging at nipples already hard and nubbed. When he takes one into his mouth, she tries to arch again, her legs parting; knees raised as she struggles to move. But under Michael's weight, she cannot. Christ.... Why didn't I wear slacker pants?

James too is shifting, looking uncomfortable. He's mirroring Michael's movements on Elizabeth. As Michael plucks at a nipple, James follows suit. Charlotte is also panting....

James follows my line of sight, his hand on Charlotte's breast. After a moment's hesitation, he swings her to face me full on then, his fingers knotting into her hair, pulling her head back, he speaks to her, close by her face. She blinks, her head jerking back.... trying to jerk back to him, questioning, but he pins her, speaking to her again and nodding towards me.

Looking worried, she unravels the tie of her robe, letting it fall open. Michael looks up at the movement, grinning at what he sees, but returns his attention to Elizabeth, nudging her knees open to kneel between her thighs.

I don't know which way to look. It's a cliché, but it's true. James tugs at Charlotte's robe, pulling it off, and then her nakedness fully displayed, he fingers at her breasts and loins. She yips, a yelp of pain, as he pinches at a nipple, but like Elizabeth, her skin gleams with her own juices.

Michael is opening Elizabeth, his fingers scissoring between her labia as he stoops to mouthe at her. He ahhhs warm breath over her and wailing, she raises her hips, presenting herself. As she does so, he snatches up a pillow, supporting her at the hip, leaving her exposed, displayed to him, then kneels back, his hand over her sex, the thumb working her. And for a long second, once more, he holds her gaze.

"I'm fine," she says to him. "Really I'm fine."

"You're very beautiful, Beth...." He smiles as he moves to settle a little lower. "I love arousing a woman and watching her as she arouses." And with that, opening her wide with his fingers, he drops his mouth over her clit.

Her head drops back, and she howls....

My balls are tight. My cock is demanding attention and I'm hot. Too hot. Whatever Michael is doing to Elizabeth, it sounds like an expert job. She's shrieking, and he moves lower still....

Tonguing her pussy?

She writhes and strains...

"Michael.... Please...."

And at her words, his manner changes. Rising and in a single smooth movement, swinging from the bed, he unbelts and shrugs off the jeans. His shaft is huge.

He's ready....

.... More than ready....

Ah.... Fuck....

.... So am I....

And as he looks at her, waiting for him, arms outstretched.... that smile....

It's a smile of sheer lust; the smile of a fallen angel.

My wife is about to be fucked....

And she knows it. Her expression is somewhere between amazement, alarm and rapt adoration. But as she watches, his shaft quivering as he approaches her, she spreads her thighs, swings her hips and, chest heaving, invites him in. I expect him to plunge in, fuck her hard, but he doesn't. Instead, he supports himself above her on his arms, nuzzling at her with his cock....

He's still playing her....

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His thigh and buttock muscles flex as he tests her, pressing in slightly, then withdrawing. As she skips and jumps and quivers under him, he grins.

He enters her again, but once more, only a little. She's mewling and whimpering, offering herself, but again he withdraws.

Ye gods, but he's got some self-control....

Right now, were our positions reversed, I'd be fucking her brains out.

She's sweating profusely, quaking under him as he teases at her. He just enters her, repeatedly, then withdraws as she rises to meet him.

"Oh, God, Michael...." Elizabeth's voice is shaking, but he anchors himself to her once more without penetrating.

She tries to take him inside, her hips rising, but he cuffs her wrists with his fingers, levering her arms over his head. "You have to ask," he says. "If you want me to fuck you, you have to ask for your Birthday Present."

She's all but out of control.... "Please, Michael. I want you inside me.... Please...."

My wife.... Begging another man to get inside her....

But as she speaks, as the words spill from her, he rams in; a single thrust, hilting himself as she screams under him, then withdraws.

"Like that?" he says quietly, laughter in his voice.

She's shuddering for him, shuddering and bucking "Oh God, yes...."

And he descends, sinking his cock into my Elizabeth in a slow easy rhythm that has her groaning....

She looks dreamy, spaced out.

There's a man inside my wife....

.... His cock deep inside her pussy...

Ball-deep in her cunt....

They're interrupted by the arrival of Charlotte, coming from off-side. She stands over them, looking a bit lost. She turns back to James, but he simply nods her down to the pair.

Michael jerks as she touches his back, startled I think, but reaches with his mouth to kiss her. Then, looking between the two women, says, "Two of you? What the fuck am I supposed to do with two of you?"

A bit uncertainly, Charlotte sits beside the slowly rocking pair. Michael reaches for her again, trying to stroke her, but it's awkward. It's doing nothing for her and it's throwing him off his stride with Elizabeth, whose long white legs are now locked around his waist.

He casts back. "I think the pair of you might lend a hand you know. A man can only spread himself so far."

Oh, God....

Now, what...?

It's beginning to dawn on me that I am a participant in the evening....

What the hell do I do now?

Elizabeth....

But James saves me from further agony, seeming to come to a decision. "We expect a show, Charlotte," he says. "Beth is looking after Michael. You will entertain me and Richard...."

Charlotte blinks, reaches down to exchange another open-mouthed kiss with Michael, then sits beside the pair on the bed, swaying a little in time with their movement as she angles to face me and James.

James has told her to....

....

to what...?

To entertain....

She opens her legs, displaying herself a little, fingers slipping south. As she dips between her thighs, she is watching James....

For permission?

For approval?

She gets both. He moves closer. "Open yourself up," he says. "Show yourself to Michael and Richard."

Michael, all the while slow-fucking Elizabeth, turns to watch as she opens further, displaying her deep pink, glistening vulva.

My balls ripple and tighten. A part of me wants to look away, but most of me is transfixed, bewitched by the sight of this beautiful woman, so like my own, by fingers which glide over wet and swollen pussy lips, by the gleam of the juices which coat curls of hair glowing with copper and shades of chestnut....

Elizabeth....

Is this going to upset her...?

But Charlotte looks to my wife, the two women locking eyes for a moment. Then Charlotte turns back to me, a smile in her eyes....

Reassurance...?

and....

.... something more....

A kind of lust....

She's enjoying this....

A natural exhibitionist....

.... By the permission of her Master....

I'm drawn to Charlotte's splayed entrance, but I flick across to Elizabeth. She regards me with sea-green eyes, then smiles and blows me a kiss before groaning and grimacing as Michael takes advantage of her inattention, slamming in hard. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, the knuckles white, her nails digging in, but he doesn't seem to mind as she goes rigid under him.