A naughty young thing...

Charlotte rolled over in bed, her body covered with sweat, a satisfied smile on her face. Geofrey had been a much better lover than she could have imagined. She wondered what Penelope would think if she knew that she had pleasured her husband so lustily, and for so long.

Having been enjoyed by the naughty highwayman Claude du Valle, Charlotte had discovered a ravenous taste for hot sex with men. She knew that she would still enjoy the sexual company of women but from now on her preference would be for male company, or rather a combination of male and female company – it had been something else to have such a well hung and lusty man take her whilst she kissed and pleasured the nubile Penelope.

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The love making with Geofrey though had been intense, the man had been an animal and he responded vigorously to her growing excitement and her demands on him. He had performed marvellously well and it was with some regret that she arose from the bed and dressed, knowing that she may never ride his manhood again. Though perhaps she may, and with Penelope sharing the bed too? How to ask her?

And so something that had begun as necessary to conceal a greater deceit had turned out to be  a hot and sexy interlude and one she was keen to repeat. She took one last look at the large, snoring, middle aged man and smiled, a sweet, yet dirty and knowing smile and she went on her way. By now Claude should be long gone and for Penelope the coast was clear. For all Charlotte knew the insatiable Penelope was at this very moment enjoying a romp with one of the willing wenches they had shared a tub with last night. Or perhaps she had left with the highwaymen to enjoy a life of excitement and crime, never to be heard of again... Perhaps, perhaps...

Charlotte traipsed back to her bed chamber and undressed languidly, her mind still running through the exciting night’s events and the whole new world of carnal fun that had opened up for her. What would be her next adventure? Perhaps she would venture into town later that day and visit a hostelry with a questionable reputation, one where the dark and dangerous men would hang out, men who would become her unwitting prey in her sexual games. But then again... no, she yearned for sexual liberation and passion, not dominion and bad breath. She was still young, there was plenty of time and with her looks and open sexuality, there would be plenty of opportunity...

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