RICHARDJames points up the slight slope. "About a hundred yards that way is the walker's track Michael and Charlotte used the last time to escape. And the shelter they hid in for a while is a couple of hundred yards further along."If I were using this........ Or Elizabeth...."You would have trouble finding your way to that in the dark," I point out, looking back. Beyond the briar patch, the upper windows of the Threesome's home are visible. "And if you used a light, you could easily be seen from the house.""Ah, yes...." he nods. "That was my comment too. Michael had an answer." He beckons me to the nearest tree, then closes his eyes and lays his hand on the trunk, feeling at the bark at about chest height. After a moment he pauses, opening his eyes again."Feel there," he says, his fingers still on the tree. "Close your eyes. Imagine you're blind in the dark."Under the pads of my fingers, the coarse bark comes alive. And I feel.... what?Marks. Chiselled deep into

RICHARDMichael's approach to Elizabeth makes me want to break into applause. I don't know what I expected, but this wasn't it.Together we lead my blindfolded wife from the dining room, along the long hall to the back stairway. Michael opens the creaking door then, still holding her fingers securely with one hand and with the other hand on the small of her back, guiding her, says, "Step, Beth, across a threshold and down."The door is narrow, too narrow for three, and I lose my hold on her, but Michael stays with her. "Twelve steps, Beth, but the stairs are wide. I'm to one side of you. Keep going." His left hand in her left, with his right, he supports her, keeping her safe as they descend.At the bottom of the steps, I reclaim her hand again, walking side by side with her. Elizabeth moves between us, blindly, her steps uncertain, but I let Michael do the talking.No point interrupting his flow....Her walk stiffens, her breath hitching...What just happened?Then I s

James follows my line of sight, his hand on Charlotte's breast. After a moment's hesitation, he swings her to face me full on then, his fingers knotting into her hair, pulling her head back, he speaks to her, close by her face.She blinks, her head jerking back.... trying to jerk back to him, questioning, but he pins her, speaking to her again and nodding towards me.Looking worried, she unravels the tie of her robe, letting it fall open. Michael looks up at the movement, grinning at what he sees, but returns his attention to Elizabeth, nudging her knees open to kneel between her thighs.I don't know which way to look. It's a cliché, but it's true. James tugs at Charlotte's robe, pulling it off, and then her nakedness fully displayed, he fingers at her breasts and loins. She yips, a yelp of pain, as he pinches at a nipple, but like Elizabeth, her skin gleams with her own juices.Michael is opening Elizabeth, his fingers scissoring between her labia as he stoops to mouthe at her

RICHARD"Charlotte?"Her eyes rise to mine once more. "Sir?""I think you know what is expected of you?""Yes, sir."My cock is fighting my clothing. Trying to hang on to my dignity, "Tell me, Charlotte.... Would you prefer to have me and your Master fuck you separately, or together?""Together, sir." Her scent billows up and my shaft makes another bid for freedom."James?""How would you like her, Richard?" What a question...."I think bending over to start off with. That way, you and I both have access, while I get to know Charlotte a little better."James' voice is bland, almost curt, but there is a twinkle to his eyes. "Over the horse, Charlotte, and spread."I have to ask her........ ask her....Stooping, I hook my arms under hers, lifting her until she almost looks me in the face. Keeping my hold on her, measuring her reaction with my hands, "Alright, Charlotte? You're happy with this? With me?"But the quiver in her body is not anxiety. "Yes, sir.

RICHARDAs we enter the beautiful mirrored room, all a-glimmer with candlelight, the three are there, awake and.... occupied....Michael sits to one side, a glass of wine in hand, but he's watching James and Charlotte, entwined in the sheets of the huge bed which takes up most of the room....Ye Gods....The expression on their two faces....When Charlotte, kneeling before me, looked up, I saw.... Lust.... Desire.... Whatever you want to call it....But that is not what I see now, or at least, it is a minor part of what I see.Adoration?Outright worship?And James is the same. For a man who normally wears a mask for a face, the naked emotion there is almost embarrassing.Love like that is rare....And yet, no jealousy?Complete trust?And it comes home to me, what it must have cost James to marry her to Michael....He offered her to me........ And I refused........ Because I love my wife.And yet Michael, Charlotte's husband, sits there, watching th