Inn of Dreams

by Rachel Flanagan

Over two hours had passed since the blur of urban grays and browns had melted into lush, earthy greens outside our car windows, and Gerald was getting edgier by the minute. He knew that I was spiriting him away for a special fantasy weekend in rustic seclusion to celebrate the beginning of our fourth year together. So far, though, I’d managed to keep him completely in the dark about our exact destination. Guided by only a hand-drawn map supplied by the innkeepers, we were now winding our way along a seemingly endless country road with huge columns of pine trees standing sentinel on either side of the car.

“How much longer?” Gerald asked, his eyes shifting from the road to my lap. The suede skirt I’d chosen for the trip was short, but for once it was not my pale flesh that piqued his interest. Instead, he was trying to peek at the map I held spread across my thighs.

Laughing, I folded it up and stuffed it in the glove compartment. “Shouldn’t be more than a few minutes now,” I chirped. “Take a left here.” We swerved onto a dirt road, coasted half a mile down a gravel-strewn hill, and came to rest in front of a magnificent house, highly ornate and brightly painted in traditional Victorian style. The road closed in on itself at that point, forming a circular driveway ringed by a black wrought-iron gate.

“We’re here,” I announced. Underneath my suede skirt, I felt the insides of my thighs growing damp with anticipation. After all, I knew what lay ahead of us here, so far from the hurried pleasures of the city and our predictable lives there—Gerald didn’t. “You can turn off the engine, Gerald.”

“Are you sure?” He scowled. “I don’t see a sign.”

“You’re not supposed to. This inn doesn’t take reservations; it asks for references. Trust me. You’re going to love this.” Taking advantage of his stubborn immobility, I reached up under my skirt and slid my panties down around my ankles. I picked them up and dangled them in front of his face. “Just remember: Discretion is the name of the game here. Or one of the games, anyway.”

Gerald sucked in his breath as the unmistakable aroma of female need tickled his nostrils, making them flare for a second. Turning the panties inside out, I dabbed the end of his nose with the slick satin crotch. Then I rolled them into a ball, stuffed them down the front of his shirt, and stepped out of the car. “Coming with me?”

I watched as he leaned back in surprise while the supple pink fabric uncrumbled against the dark hairs of his chest. His fingers closed tightly around the steering wheel and a respectable bulge formed between his legs as I made my way to the house.

I rang a front bell shaped like a gargoyle, and Gerald caught up to me just in time to be greeted by an attractive woman in her forties. Her long dress had been exquisitely tailored from deep green velvet, the high-necked collar decorated with the kind of lace and frills I had only seen in movies and plays set a hundred years ago.

“There you are! Welcome!” Ushering us inside, she closed the door and locked us in with a thick iron latch that matched the gate outside. “I am Lady Tennyson, the mistress here. Don’t bother fetching your luggage; I’ll have it sent to your room.”

Gerald seemed about to ask her something, but I silenced him with a touch as our hostess motioned us through a thick curtain the same hunter green as her gown. Abruptly, Gerald and I found ourselves facing a row of sofas, settees, and soft chairs. Arranged along them were four beautiful young women. All were dressed exactly like our lovely hostess, in authentic period costume.

“Rachel, what is this place?” Gerald asked in a husky whisper. His big hand closed around mine, the clammy fingers rubbing my knuckles nervously.

I turned to him, my eyes and lips moist with an overpowering lust I no longer tried to conceal. “This is my anniversary gift to you, Gerald. Tonight I want to celebrate our three wonderful years together by living out a fantasy. Ever since we met, I’ve wanted to watch another woman make love to you—and then offer you the same pleasure.”

His mouth dropped open, but I could see by the state of his crotch that he was far from averse to the idea. Smiling, Lady Tennyson strolled over to a tall young woman with serious blue eyes and thick chestnut hair swept up into a bun.

“This is Darcy,” she said, stroking the back of the woman’s neck. “She’s particularly adept with first-time guests, so I’ve assigned her to you.” On cue, Darcy stood and dropped a curtsy.

“Thank you,” Gerald replied. His voice was steady, but his eyes had completely glazed over. Fortunately he managed not to stumble as we followed Darcy’s swinging skirt up a narrow staircase and into a pleasant bedchamber. An enormous bed had been laid with a thick feather comforter and a lavish mound of pillows. The subtle scent of lavender filled the air.

Darcy turned her back to us both, startling us for a moment. “Sir, ma’am? If either of you would be so kind as to unhook me, you may see if I please you.”

The hooks at the back of her dress were a slightly daunting obstacle in the muted candlelight, but by working together, Gerald and I managed to loosen the garment. Darcy slipped out of it and set it carefully aside. She turned again to face us, naked except for her garters and high black button shoes. She spread her hands over herself, smoothing down her neatly trimmed pubic triangle, raising her substantial breasts for our inspection.

I was already nodding with approval, but Gerald had again fallen silent. “Well, sir?” she prompted, cocking her head and winking. “Do I suit you?”

“Oh, yes.” His hands shaking, Gerald reached out to cup the underside of her right breast while I extended my fingers to stroke the soft hairs curling between Darcy’s thighs. I slowly increased the pressure of my touch until I felt the first bead of slippery moisture seep through the velvety pussy lips. Suddenly Darcy pulled away, leaving my dampened fingers hovering in midair.

A tiny smile tugged at her lips as she loosened the pins at the nape of her neck. Her loose brown hair slipped over her bare shoulders in a shimmering wave. “I’ll undress and wash each of you now,” she said, spreading a huge plush towel on the bed beside Gerald. Then she reached into a round basin on the nightstand and squeezed the water out of a soft sponge.

While she stood waiting, I glanced at Gerald. He sank onto the bed, his expression still dazed. “You go first,” he said, fumbling with the top button of his shirt, and I happily conceded, climbing onto the bed beside him and allowing Darcy to undress me.

She began with my lower half and worked her way up, stifling a laugh when she saw that I’d already disposed of my panties. Then she dipped the sponge in the basin and began to rinse my entire body with warm lavender-scented water.

I sighed with deep contentment as Darcy swabbed the intricate folds of my pussy, refreshing it after the long car trip. When she drew the sponge along the insides of my thighs, she bent so close that her warm breath aroused the tiny damp hairs there.

Overcome with a hot pulsing need that spread like a fire from my center, I extended a hand and reached for Darcy’s soft white breasts. I kneaded them slowly, rubbed the pert nipples with my thumbs, then leaned over to suck the tender skin just below Darcy’s ear. I caught the lobe between my teeth for a second, biting it and jabbing it with my tongue at the same time.

Breathing hard, I drove my fingers between her fringed outer lips, at the same time plunging my tongue into her mouth. Darcy parted her lips, yielding for a moment, then became more passionate. Her tongue skimmed aggressively along my gums, then retracted as I bared my teeth and left her lips stinging with pleasure.

“Madame knows exactly what she wants,” Darcy whispered coyly, leaning against me and opening her mouth wider. I was about to kiss her again when Gerald’s voice interrupted.

“It seems that she does,” he announced, and we looked up to see his husky frame, naked now, hovering above us. His exposed cock stood out thick and red from the patch of crisp black hair. I didn’t know how to respond, so the three of us simply stared at one another for a moment.

Then he flashed us a wide smile. “Don’t let me hold you back, ladies. Go ahead; I’ll just jump in when I’m ready.” He smiled, crossed his arms, and, with a satisfied sigh, settled back against the pillows with his dark eyes glowing intently. I don’t think I’d ever loved him more than I did at that moment.

Turning back to Darcy, I pulled her on top of me until I felt her coarse pubic hair tickle the inside of my thigh. She bent to toy with my taut nipples, arousing them with her tongue while her hands caressed my upper body in a circular motion. She moved from my shoulders around to my rib cage, then back over my breasts and down again. Already I could feel myself beginning to shudder inside.

She slid down the length of my body, exploring the slope of my torso and then both my thighs with her mouth. I watched through half-closed eyes as Darcy’s face dipped between my open legs, gasped as the sleek strokes of her practiced tongue circled the folds of skin guarding my clitoris with maddening caresses. I reached for her hard nipples, tweaking the rosy nubs until she cried out with pleasure, her mouth opening wide against my center.

Recovering, she went at me with increasing vigor. Her nose pressed against my clit as her tongue spiraled into my hole. My tender rim was flexing and twitching as if to draw her farther inside.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, pumping up my torso against her grinding face, spreading my thighs as wide as they would go. Darcy ate me harder, throwing her shoulders into each thrust as I threw my head back and clutched the sheets in trembling fists.

Finally my passion closed in on me in one hard, hot wave. I shrieked and shuddered, thrusting up my juice-slicked pussy into Darcy’s face. Moaning along with me, she trembled and arched her back, letting me come in her mouth. Then, gently, she gave my clitoris a tender kiss and lifted her lips away.

“That was lovely, Darcy,” I whispered, again starting to trace the russet outline of her pliant nipple as she sat up and looked at Gerald.

“Will you join us now, sir?” she asked in a pleasant, casual tone, every naked inch of her the perfect Victorian chambermaid. His face consumed by desire, Gerald nodded and inched closer. I moved my hand aside as his fingers reached out to caress her waist with featherlike strokes. Carefully, he lifted her off me and eased her into a sitting position on his lap.

I watched, fascinated, as Darcy snuggled against the dark fur covering his chest. She murmured peacefully, tipping her head back as her hands glided over his balls, massaging them. Gerald responded by snuggling his fingers into her bush and rubbing her pussy lips.

I bent forward to suck on her breasts while my fingers joined Gerald’s in manipulating her labia. His thumb continued to rub her clit as she writhed in pleasure, the head of his eager hard-on curving up between her thighs. He began to ease his cock into her from behind, nipping at her shoulder as he shifted her buttocks into a more welcoming position.

She cried out a little as Gerald humped upward and penetrated her in a single stroke. His face contorting in intense concentration, he began sawing up and down underneath her, fucking her in a short, quick rhythm that soon had her whole body flushed and shaking.

Darcy parted her thighs to allow for another of Gerald’s powerful thrusts. As his thick shaft pumped in and out, I watched the ruby-red flesh surrounding her hole flutter and contract.

“Oh, please, ma’am, yes, yes,” she whispered when my hand finally found her hungry clitoris. Gasping with need, Darcy seized my hand and crushed it to her cunt. I bore down as hard as her mouth had on me, all the while sucking her tit until my tongue ached. Her voice nearly cracked as she rocked up and down on Gerald’s swollen prick.

When Gerald emitted an unmistakable moan of release, I let go of her breast and pulled back, leaving behind a rosy welt. I looked down to see a milky flood of his semen splashing her legs and drizzling down onto the towel Darcy had thoughtfully provided.

Her passion crested within a matter of moments, leaving our bodies entangled as if shipwrecked there on that soft, deep bed. The three of us lay against the pillows, soaking in sweat and contentment.

“Wonderful,” I finally panted. “You are very good.” Darcy shrugged, idly dandling one of her breasts with her fingers. Then she moved them over to Gerald’s crotch. “Thanks! I love it here. I’ve been here longer than any of Lady Tennyson’s girls.”

“I can see why,” I said. I could only watch, amazed, as she rubbed Gerald’s shaft a few times with long, practiced strokes, getting it half-hard again within seconds. She weighed his balls in the palm of one hand, squeezing them gently as his cock rose, throbbing the rest of the way up in a horny salute to the two of us. Getting him to recover so quickly after such an intense fuck was a feat I’d accomplished only rarely.

Just when he looked as if he was about to spray another load right into her hand, Darcy stopped and moved over on the bed. Her eyes sought mine with amused empathy. “Perhaps Madame would like to take over from here?”

Taking a deep breath, I emulated the genteel, detached tone of a proper Victorian lady as best I could. “Yes, Darcy, I would. Thank you.” Then, in one quick motion, I crawled up and straddled Gerald, rubbing my wet sex up and down his torso, raking my fingers through his chest hair as he groaned in pleasure.

I was about to sheathe his raging erection with my pussy when, breathing hard, Gerald rolled over and shoved me down on the bedspread. His knee insistently separated my thighs, and, while Darcy watched, smiling with approval, my lover entered me swiftly. He plunged in and out, each stroke asserting his need to pierce the constraints of his own body and storm mine completely. It was the sort of total, uninhibited union I’d longed to achieve since the first time Gerald and I had had sex. And it was truly exquisite.

I arched my back, my thighs rocking against his torso, my wet slit sucking his cock inside. My hips began to shiver as my body responded to his wonderful pumping. Streaks of his natural lubricant mingled with mine on his swollen shaft and dribbled down my thighs to further soak the towel.

Soon I felt his balls tighten against my crotch, and he began driving faster into me. I hung on to his neck for dear life as he let out a feral growl of release and spewed a torrent into me, coating my bush with come. At the same time, I felt Darcy’s lips bite down on my swelling right nipple, and together the two of them brought me to an intense climax that flooded me with passion and sublime relaxation all at once. I let out a moan of equal pleasure and sagged, truly sated, beneath him as his milky fluids trickled down into the bedclothes.

“There’s just one more thing,” Darcy said, reaching for the bedstand. Gerald stretched out languidly as she treated him to the same sponge bath she’d given me, taking extra time to dab at his reddened cockhead and encircle his sweat-slicked balls. Gerald seemed nearly overcome with pleasure.

“There. Now you’ll be ready for a nice deep sleep.” Darcy kissed us both, then covered us with the top sheet and the downy spread. My body sank into the bedding as if into a cloud.

When we were alone, I cuddled up against Gerald’s chest. “Let’s make another reservation on the way back. I like this place.”

We spent an enchanted weekend at the inn. Sometimes we included Darcy in our games, but more often we devoted our full attention to each other. Three days later we reluctantly trudged down the stairs, following Darcy, who was completely nude save for garters and shoes, as she carried our suitcase for us.

Lady Tennyson awaited us in her office, an authentically decorated Victorian study. There we settled the bill, which we found quite reasonable in light of the number and quality of the services performed. She escorted us out, walking us past a set of closed double doors that appeared to lead to another wing of the house. “What’s in there?” I asked as we walked by.

“Oh, just an extra treat we offer some of our regular customers. You’re more than welcome to participate on your next visit,” Lady Tennyson said.

We listened for a moment and heard the distinct sounds of a lash impacting on naked flesh. A woman was laughing while a man’s voice whimpered in ecstasy.

“Another Victorian tradition,” I observed. “Sex really hasn’t changed all that much in a hundred years, has it?”