Duty to Love by Morgan King

hungry for Amelia
again. Though busy during the day his thoughts would frequently drift to Amelia
and what she might be doing.
    They had lunched together, a simple fare of sandwiches
and soup, but a vast improvement on food around a camp fire or even the Army
dining hall. Seeing Amelia again only built the anticipation for later.
    James and Arthur had had one particular conversation
that day that put James on edge. James hadn’t been able to resist talking about
Amelia and had dared to broach the subject of fully sharing Amelia.
    “I can’t believe how lucky we are,” James had said. “I
know I am lucky in the first place that you were willing to share Amelia with
me, but every time I think back to our night, and morning, together I am amazed
at the liberties she allowed. I have never been so fortunate with another
woman. Not that I could have felt the same about another woman, even if they
had been so willing.”
    “I feel the same,” Arthur had said.
    “It makes me wonder.”
    “Wonder what, James? I know you. You are fishing for
something.”
    James had laughed. “Maybe. It’s just that I’ve heard of other men sharing women, oh not like us on a
permanent basis. But sharing a whore, when there weren’t many
to go around”.
    “And?”
    “And well they both took her at the same time, one in
her pussy and one in her ass. And before you say anything, I’m not just
thinking about me and my pleasure. I’ve heard that a woman can find it
intensely pleasurable.”
    “I never took you for one to listen to soldiers’
gossip. Not that I’d object to anything if Amelia was enjoying it,” Arthur had
said in conclusion.
    James fully intended to test out whether Amelia might
enjoy it. He was honest enough to admit, to himself at least, that it would
give him immense satisfaction to feel bound to Amelia in a way no one else was,
to connect with her by being her first in this way, to introduce her to a
particular pleasure. He would have to see how she responded. This would be new
for him, too.
    ****
    That evening they all retired to the library. It felt
like a room where they could all be themselves away from their titles or the
roles they inhabited, for it wasn’t a space that was normally associated with
any one of them, although it was a room Arthur was particularly fond of. He had
sold off ornaments, artwork, and pieces of his mother’s jewellery, but the
library had been left intact.
    There were two leather armchairs facing the fire.
Arthur confidently strode to the one on the left and with a flick of his eyes
indicated to James to take the other.
    Before Amelia could protest he drew her along with him
and settled her onto his lap, eliciting a small squeak of surprise.
    James laughed. “After the last day, does anything
still shock you, my love?”
    It gave Arthur a thrill to hear James being so
affectionate with Amelia. She was indeed their love.
    “I think she blushes still, James.” Being able to
tease her together—that was a fine pleasure. “Shall we see how far this
delightful colour spreads?”
    Arthur’s fingers toyed with the lace edging along the
neckline of Amelia’s dress. He watched her eyelashes sweep upwards and found himself staring into the depths of her eyes. The dark
centres rapidly expanded for him to lose himself in.
    It was still too soon for all of this to seem real.
The weight of Amelia, her skin against his fingertips, even the scent of her so
close for him to inhale all had a touch of magic enhancing it. Arthur indulged
himself, undoing the delicate buttons holding the bodice of Amelia’s dress
together slowly, sliding one hand inside to capture the generous weight of a
breast. He wanted to savour her this time, tease her to the edge of pleasure if
possible. If her breathy moans were any indication his plan was progressing
well.  
    Should he pinch her nipples yet? The little buds were
calling to him, but gently squeezing and releasing her breast was already
having such an