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she knew that Henry and Mortlock had both entered the room. When she had sex with Mortlock, little conversation took place and she’d asked Henry to abide by this, at least for today.
    Someone moved the satin sheet, sliding it down and exposing her warm shoulders and breasts. A cool zephyr wafted over her body before someone’s hand moved over her side to cup her breast. Lips kissed her shoulder. Whose lips? The rest of the sheet moved, its weight disappearing completely. A pair of hands grasped her ankles to turn her legs, rolling her onto her back. The hand left her breast. In her mind, it became a floating body part—who owned it?
    She sensed a body straddling her as hands began to massage her breasts, fingers gently rolling the nipples. She reached up to caress the buttocks above her. Henry. She knew his body so well. His body still damp from the shower, his scrotum hung above her head and she clung to it with one hand as she stroked his soft buttocks.
    Mortlock bent her legs and slowly spread her knees apart, her heels angled inward. Her sex lay exposed, as he stroked her inner thighs, spreading a slippery lotion on them. Each pass he made up her leg drew closer to her heat, and on reaching her labia, his hands retraced their path downward. She moaned, her desire climbing. The man was a natural tease.
    Knowing who was where, doing what, relaxed her completely and she regretted wearing the silk scarf. Later she may take it off.
    Henry’s kiss blocked further thought as his lips covered hers and his tongue slid into her mouth. She answered, entwining their tongues.
    Mortlock finished massaging her legs and lifted her buttocks to place a pillow underneath. She tensed for a moment as Mortlock pushed her knees as far apart as they would go, exposing her wider. He probed with two fingers, massaging within before sliding out and searching again, stretching her wide then retracting to slip up her slit and down again. The pleasurable sensations at both ends of her body caused her juices to flow and immediately Mortlock’s tongue took advantage. Henry’s kisses progressed from her mouth, down her neck, onto her shoulders and around her breasts. He followed with his hands, kneading her gently and murmuring ‘my love’ in soft sighs. Her body hummed, full of the electricity of desire.
    Mortlock removed his fingers and before she could mourn their loss, he sucked hard at her sex, taking what he could, then lapped, his tongue darting. Her breath shortened to gasps, her climax maddeningly close, a promise just out of reach. Her body teetered on the brink, desire pulsing, but Mortlock stopped. She felt the bed lift as Henry moved.
     She ripped off the scarf and reached up between his thighs to grab the long, hard cock above her, trailing her fingers along its length as he swung his legs off the bed. Success at last.
    “Give me my wife.”
    Her heart sang with delight at Henry’s gruff demand and as Mortlock stepped aside, Henry grasped her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he entered her, moving slowly at first, then increasing in speed. One part of her mind registered the click of the bedroom door. Mortlock had left.
    “Darling,” she said, reaching to him, but he had his mind on the moment. At last his body was responding, answering the call of his longing and he wasn’t wasting a second.
    His gaze locked onto her and he murmured, “This is so good, Helen. How I’ve longed to do this again.”
    Just as her climax began to build again, Henry withdrew. Her heart sank. She wondered if he had a problem but as he kissed her sex his mouth took its reward. Deep in her being she rejoiced, happy to give him the pleasure of her bounty. For minutes he nuzzled her heat before rising to enter her again.
    Like old times, he loved her with all the energy of a young man. She climbed the peak with small shouts of delight, her mind submerged in the kaleidoscope of colours drenching