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tell Athos has left you hungry, both for food and romance.”
    Athos grunted.
    But before Alice could comment, both men were feeding her. The freshest nectarines, the most succulent strawberries, and the sweetest cherries, nectar dripping to her chin.
    “Certain foods can be very sexy, too,” Jane said, coming up for a breather. “The whole ritual of feeding each other can be a real turn-on.”
    “I can’t get any more turned-on,” Lewis said, beginning to sound a little desperate.
    “May I have a nectarine, Athos?”
    “Pardon me for a moment, Alice.” Athos rose and brought Jane a piece of fruit. “Would the governess like it sliced in half?”
    “If you please.”
    Athos tossed the nectarine into the air, unsheathed his sword, and deftly cut it in half.  Just as deftly, Jane caught one of the halves and began to rub it along the length of Lewis’s cock.
    “Thank you, Athos.”
    Athos bowed, and returned to feeding Alice, as Jane alternated licking the juice from her husband and applying more. Lewis’s face pinched, and he began to pant.
    As much as she was enjoying herself, Alice had to admit she was getting a bit tired. The whole day had been an endless wave of orgasms. If Lewis couldn’t hold out, if she had to start over…
    “Please hold out, Lewis,” she said, catching his eye. “For me.”
    “I’m trying, Alice. I’m really trying.”
    “Think unsexy thoughts, Lewis,” Jane said. This time she took his manhood in both hands, one fist on top of the other, and started to twist in opposite directions. She worked up the length of his shaft, and when she started twisting her way back down, she took his tip into her mouth.
    “This isn’t fair,” Lewis sputtered. He clenched his eyes shut and started babbling lyrics to Broadway musicals. Weren’t many things unsexier than that, except maybe death metal.
    “It looks as though I have arrived just in time!”
    Alice looked toward the voice, and yet another man entered the room, same garb, yet with long, dark hair, a wickedly pleasurable looking mustache and only a hint of beard.
    “Aramis at your service, milady!” He took her hand and kissed it, then guided her out of her chair. Just like that, music began to play, a passionate tango, and Aramis took her in his arms and started dancing.
    Alice whirled around the floor. Some steps in the dance were smooth and romantic, some staccato and sharp, but every spot she placed her feet seemed to be right, as if she’d spent the last ten weeks on
Dancing With The Stars
. And Aramis looked down at her face, her breasts, as if he was thinking of much more than dance.
    Her fatigue forgotten, Alice felt stimulated, alive, and she hoped they moved to the
much more
stage soon.
    “Dancing is also very sexy, Lewis. Look at how their bodies move in rhythm with one another. How Aramis takes the lead. How Alice matches him step for step as his equal. You can tell they want to fuck each other, and yet they are still restrained.”
    Alice continued dancing, only getting glimpses of Jane tucking Lewis between her generous breasts and sliding up and down. She looked at Aramis, so handsome, so dashing, and thought about what it might feel like to try the same thing with him. “Aren’t you hot from dancing? All three of you seem so overdressed.”
    “Anticipation, Lewis,” Jane said, still moving while she cupped her soft flesh around him. “That’s part of the fun of flowers and romantic dinners and dancing. Alice is anticipating the sex to come.”
    “And come she will!” A fourth man strode toward Alice. Around Alice’s age and a bit younger than the other three, he wore the same boots and breeches as the other men, but instead of the leather doublet, he sported only the white shirt, unbuttoned to his navel. His chest was as smooth as his face, and his wavy hair reached to his shoulders. “I’m dA‘rtangan, and I’m here for the sword fight.”
    Now, Alice had fantasized before about a sword fight, and