May continued to undress Eduard, and when he stood before them unclothed, the most prominent feature on his lean body was his fully erect manhood. May slipped one of the sleeves on his member, and then clasped his member in her hand and led him to a settee.

“I forbid this!” Newland said.

“Why not join in the fun?” she said as she quickly disrobed.

“You’re my wife, I forbid this, May,” Newland repeated.

“You shan’t deny me my pleasure, dearest husband,” she said, and then straddled the young Eduard’s lap. She looked at the virile young servant and said, “Touch me.” When he hesitated, she guided his hand to her intimate folds. “Oh, yes,” she said, and began to writhe and moan.

Newland stood gaping at them, horrified. May had become quite liberal in the bedroom, but he never expected that she would resort to this. This was absolutely outrageous. Newland could not put reason to her behavior. He concluded that this had to be some jealous ploy.

“Join us, Newland,” May said, wriggling her firm bottom. “You know what I like.” Then she lowered herself down on Eduard’s staff. “Oh, yes.” Her voice lowered to a deep moan. “How delicious.” Eduard, being young and virile, immediately began humping his hips, bobbing May up and down with his hard thrusts.

Still horrified, Newland regarded his young wife with mixed emotions. He was angry, angrier than he had ever been in his life. Yet against his will, he found himself becoming excited by May’s wantonness, her willingness to live as freely as a man. And at this moment, she was freer than Ellen. He wanted to act, to do something, but what? Then he suddenly realized that his manhood was fully erect. He touched himself to be sure, and without further hesitation, he stripped the clothes from his body and approached May and her lover.

“Don’t just stand there, Newland. Put a sleeve on,” May commanded, nodding toward the package she left lying on the table. “It is a time for a little pleasurable experimentation.”

Newland did as she asked, unable to do anything else but obey his wife.

“And lather your staff so that you might enter more easily,” she said.

After he did as she wished, Newland stood behind his wife, who was still writhing her hips on the young valet’s impressive member. He clasped his hands around her waist to fall in sync with the rhythm.

“Don’t keep me waiting Newland,” she said, raising her derrière to him as she continued riding her stud.

Newland grasped his staff in one of his hands, and with the other, he began massaging May’s nether door.

“Oh, yes,” May said, moaning lustfully. “Eduard, do slow down so Newland can join us.”

Newland pressed his member between her back fold and began sliding in rhythm with the two. After a few thrusts, it was time. He positioned himself so that his sleeved staff would slide inside of May on her next fall. The moment he entered, he felt such an intense rush of excitement race through his limbs that his legs almost buckled underneath the weight of the pleasure.