An Excerpt from Midsummer Night’s Delights
Julian followed Vincent down the carpeted corridor, lost in thought. Vincent’s crude words and lewd behavior in the garden had shocked him. Yet, he was intrigued by his claim to be able to “cure” him and awaken his passion. But the idea of attending a ball where everyone would screw, terrified him. What would Annabelle say when she learned of this? How could he ever bring up the subject with her?
“Let’s go in here,” Vincent said, stepping into a room.
“Whose bedroom is this?” he asked as Vincent gestured for him to enter. Like his own bedchamber, the room was elaborately decorated and had an enormous four-poster bed along one wall.
“Shh, keep your voice down.” Vincent removed a painting of a castle from the far wall. He tossed the canvas on the bed and gestured for him to come closer.
He was about to speak when he heard a woman moan.
“Oh, yes… Go deeper,” she said.
His skin prickled. Was a woman having intimate relations in the next room?
Vincent had his face pressed against the wall and was watching from a hole cut into the plaster. Had he no shame? Did he spy on all his guests in their private moments?
He crossed the room, curious, yet offended. “You shouldn’t watch—”
“Shh. Don’t be a prude. Take a look for yourself,” Vincent replied, moving aside so he could look.
He peered through the small hole and saw a brightly-lit bedchamber. A naked, dark-haired woman was kneeling over another figure on the bed. After watching for another minute, he pulled away and frowned at Vincent. “It’s not right to peek in on people. That could be someone’s wife.”
“It is. Mine. That’s Sabrina.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Don’t you care that your wife is in there with another man?”
Vincent shook his head. “She’s not. She’s in there with a woman. Annabelle.”
“What?” He pressed his eye to the peephole again. Sabrina had moved on the bed and now lay on her side, her hand moving between another woman’s parted legs. He scowled. That couldn’t be Annabelle.
Julian readjusted his position to get a better view. He heard a giggle, then saw a flash of light brown hair. A second later, Annabelle leaned forward and kissed Sabrina on the mouth. His mind reeled as he stared at the two women.
His mouth went dry and he turned away from the wall. “Are they…”
“Screwing? Yes. And from the sound of it, they’re enjoying themselves.” Vincent pulled the flask from his pocket and opened it. “You look like you need another drink.”
Julian took the flask and drank down the rest of the liquor. How could his innocent Annabelle be naked? Frolicking with another woman? Dear God, she was his wife and he’d never seen her completely naked himself.
“How… how did this happen?” he croaked out.
“It seems your delicate, repressed wife has learned to release her pent-up desires… with a bit of help, of course.” Vincent grinned as Annabelle whimpered in delight.
“But how? They’re women, and—”
“Take a look,” Vincent said. “You might learn something.”
* * *
There are three books in this series, all of which can stand alone, but are more interesting when read together. They take place in the 19th century as a young couple, Julian & Anabelle ar newlyweds, with no idea of how to make love. They bumble along for a while, neither being satisfied, until Julian’s father sends them to a couple who are known for teaching people the delights of the flesh.
In this first book, our couple discovers how to make love in almost every possible way, with each other, & other couples. In the second, they learn a little about kinkier aspects, such as BDSM. In the third, the whole teaching thing may come down around all the attendees at this ‘school’. So the couples have to band together to get rid of the threat to their lifestyle.
I liked these books, & the sex is volcanic. I think you’ll like them too. Although they can be read as stand-alone books, I wouldn’t recommend it. Get all three to stay in the story.
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