“Dearest, you’ve given so much attention to Diane tonight. Would you perhaps give some of your time to me?”
Olivia blushed as she wiggled her ass around in front of me. With the most adorable wife in the world coming onto me, could I refuse her? Of course not!
I had taken Diane doggy-style, gripping her ass the whole way. But with Olivia, I lay on top of her as we made love. I could savor the sensations of both her breasts and her muff, suppressing her cute moans and groans by pressing my lips to hers.
“Nnmgh! Mmmgh! Mmph, mmch…”
“Aaah! Nhaah! It’s so good! It feels amaaazing! It’s hitting… It’s hitting even deeper than usual!”
My first orgasm had calmed my aching lust somewhat, allowing me to savor each repeated thrust. But a wicked impulse took me, and I pulled my length out of Olivia.
“Huuuh? Dearest?”
“Are you about to cum, Olivia?”
She nodded honestly to my question. The unsteady confusion on her face just before she came was adorable.
“If you want to cum, beg for it in a slutty way, like Diane did.”
As I said that, I slid back into her, but agonizingly slowly, teasing her.
“Nhaah?! You want me… to beg for it?”
“Perhaps you could try this, Olivia.”
Diane whispered something into her ear. That reminded me that I had best not neglect Diane—I had only cum inside her once—so I caressed her exquisite rear meanwhile. It was so wonderful that for a moment, I worried that I’d be addicted to the feeling. She didn’t seem to mind, so I began to grope her harder.
“D-Dearest…”
While I contented myself with Diane’s ass, Olivia seemed to find the right words to plead with. She blushed scarlet as she whispered something inaudible.
“…”
“What’s that? You’re too quiet for me to hear.”
I ground my member further into her, this time stopping at the deepest point I could.
“Eeyaahn! D-Don’t stop, please. I-I’ll say it.”
Olivia’s combined shame and thrill dyed her face cherry red.
“L-Lord Chris, my… my vagina is yours alone. I-I can no longer be satisfied without your well-endowed penis. Please, I wish to be impregnated.
I’ve become such a l-lustful girl, and I need you to take pity on your poor, lascivious wife.”
Her faltering pleas stoked the fire inside me. Olivia, you’re too cute when your face is pink with shame! Diane, you’re too cute when you writhe with joy at having your ass groped! Having these two waiting for my attention was thrilling enough that I almost thought I was dreaming.
Slap, slap, slap!
“Aaah, so rough… Haah! Wow, I’m going to cum! Your big cock is going to make me cum, dearest!”
With a great shiver, Olivia orgasmed, her vagina tightening around me. I ceased holding back and gave her the creampie she so desired.
“I can’t think straaaiiight! It feels so incredible that I’m losing my mind!
Haaaaghn!”
“Haah, haah… One hell of an orgasm, right, Olivia?”
Eventually, my built-up lust had cooled down for the most part, but I was far from becoming flaccid. Ordinarily, I would wait for Olivia to recover, but she had a tendency to fall asleep at such times. However, this time…
“Teehee. How envious I am, Olivia, to see you bloom with such joy and beauty. And your loving husband, how fortunate he was to be born a man, that he could pluck your petals and scatter them to the breeze.”
Diane stroked Olivia’s hair as the latter lay down contentedly. She then turned to me again.
“Leaving the heated passion within you unsated as you sleep will one day consume you with the flames of lust. I pray that you’ll use your remaining lust to make my flower bloom.”
Olivia and Diane, my pair of peerless beauties, held each other and beckoned to me. My member, still erect, swelled proudly at the sight of it.
Diane spread her legs, showing off her entrance which yet overflowed with my semen. She was incomparably dirty, lovely beyond words, and endearing.
After that, I went at Diane five whole times and Olivia three times after she recovered. By that time, little white birds were singing outside the window, so I pulled the girls closer and drifted off to sleep with a deep feeling of satisfaction.
★ Diane ★
When I opened my eyes to the dim room, Olivia was looking down at me, worried.
“Diane, my husband assured me that you would be well, but are you positive you don’t feel ill?”
I sat up to make sure. After being cleansed with the herb-infused water and wearing only clothing steeped in the same water for several hours as I slept, it would be small wonder if I had caught a cold. But on the contrary, I felt sprightly and energetic.
I was later told that, when he lifted the curse, he also removed many other toxins from my body, such as the fatigue from my exhausting carriage ride, leaving my skin and hair glossier than ever.
“No, I actually feel exceptionally well. Thank you for your concern, Olivia.”
Judging by the state of the cloth wrapped around me, no funny business had been perpetrated against me while I slept. It dealt a minor blow to my pride, simply because I had such confidence in my charms, but it elevated Lord Chris in my eyes.
Even beyond that, he’d never seemed put upon by my request, despite my tenuous connection to him as a friend of his wife. Instead, he’d been delighted to spend his time with us and laugh until night fell.
Honestly, had Lord Chris been a boorish man whose only winning trait was the magic that saved Olivia, I would have remunerated him for his services and returned to the capital posthaste. But I now believed him an
upstanding man worthy of his lofty title, hero.
So, what was I to do next? How could I win the spot of the hero’s second wife, as my father ordered? How could I persuade Olivia, a woman who shared both of our love? How was I to gain his love and affection?
The public view of women of the red-light district seemed to be that they would sleep with anyone for the right price, love be damned. And such a view was not wrong; love had little to do with it. A flower who could not attract the fickle bees flitting here and there would wither alone.
For a single night, her role is to love, using her ingenuity to attract his affection in any way possible. She surrenders body and soul to him, in hopes of drawing him in. Now tell me, what makes her actions any less pure than those of a maiden in love? Like a blossoming flower seeking to attract bees in search of nectar, she offers herself completely, until they part.
Oh! And just like that, I’d come to grasp the truth in the words my prostitute teachers had always said to me. Devoting yourself to a man to draw him to you was the very definition of love.
“Diane? Your face is red. Are you okay? If you’re getting cold, I could draw a bath.”
“Haha, no, I’m fine. I simply felt embarrassed thinking of my time alone with your husband. He’s an upstanding, wonderful man. Perhaps I’m jealous.”
Almost as if she had taken my appraisal of her husband as praise for herself, Olivia’s look of worry changed instantly to joy.
“My dear husband is the loveliest man in the world, so of course you’d find him wonderful as well.”
I had assumed as much from the letter, but they really were crazy about each other. I had no intention of trying to fool Olivia and seduce her husband.
Instead, I would use her insecurity about being unable to please her husband as my way in, as suggested by my father. All that remained was how to broach the subject.
“Um, I didn’t expect you to come here, Diane. Honestly, I was hoping, in the course of our correspondence, that I could find the right time to ask for your help.”