Louisa and the Debauched Duke: A Historical Hotwife Tale by Morgan Ashewhite

Author:Morgan Ashewhite [Ashewhite, Morgan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Delightful Debauchery

Louisa met up with Frederick for tea. He had spent most of the day with the Duke, as they had toiled on the Duke’s play. The two had gotten on swimmingly, despite one man having spent a large part of the previous night copulating with the other’s wife.

He listened to Louisa describe her experiences with the artist with great interest. They did not waste time getting undressed. The couple wound up copulating roughly on their bedroom floor, Louisa’s dress around her waist, Frederick’s trousers still hook around his ankles. They barely left enough time to clean up and become presentable for dinner.

When the couple joined the Duke and his entourage for dinner, Louisa sat on the Duke’s lap, feeding him. Frederick watched the Duke spend the entire meal with his hand on Louisa’s rump, while she fed him delicacies. The gigantic man entertained the gathering with his wit and humor, pausing only for Louisa to feed him and to sometimes lick her fingers.

The servants cleared the dinner, presented the guests with dessert, and discreetly retired. Louisa grabbed a cream covered tartlet and proffered it to the Duke. As he feasted on the treat, some of the cream dropped onto Louisa’s cleavage.

“Oh, no! Quick, your grace, before it stains my clothes!” Louisa cried out.

“To the rescue!” said the noble Duke and dropped his lips to the pale slopes of Louisa’s breasts and licked the cream off her flesh. “I should cover you with cream from head to toe and lick all of it off,” the Duke proclaimed once he had cleaned her breasts of the offending cream.

Frederick observed with a small smile on his face. Watching his wife in the Duke’s complete possession heighted his desired for her to a fever pitch. It would be some time before that desire would be satisfied and this added an exquisite dimension of agony to his ecstasy.

Once the Duke licked Louisa’s breasts clean, he whispered into her ear. Louisa tossed her head back and let out a laugh. While Frederick had had a smile on his face while watching the Duke paw Louisa, now his smile faded for a second and a small frown crossed his brow. He distracted himself with a quick gulp of wine.

The Duke let out a harrumph. “I think it is time for us to retire. But I will take a little morsel or two with me …” He reached for a bunch of grapes and pulled a few off. He grinned mischievously at Louisa. “My dear, could you bring these to the room for me?”

“Of course, your grace.” Louisa answered, slightly puzzled. She reached out her hand.

The Duke shook his head. “No, like this.” His hand disappeared under her skirt.

“Oh!” Understanding, Louisa spread her thigh apart.

She locked eyes with Frederick, sighing as the Duke’s thick fingers inserted each grape into her pussy. Frederick’s smile, and his enjoyment of the proceedings, returned once more.

After the Duke and Louisa left the table, with Louisa moving somewhat gingerly so as to not squash the grapes, the other guests followed the Dukes lead, retiring to their room.

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