The Feeling of Pleasuring Her Husband While Being Used by His Brother

“This is something I could never ask of a proper noble lady.”

Count James Asherton climbed onto the bed and exposed his large, dark c*ck. 

It was the first time Winifred had properly seen her husband’s p*nis in the light. She recalled the memory of her wedding night, freezing as hands lifted her skirt in pitch darkness.

It had hurt terribly, but she couldn’t even cry. The Viscountess and the Dowager had repeatedly taught her that a wife’s duty was to fulfill her husband’s desires whenever he wanted her.

After finishing, her husband had left the room without returning, leaving Winifred unconscious. They had shared a bed fewer than ten times since then, but each occasion was not much different from their wedding night.

“Suck it.”

Her husband commanded, tapping his obscenely large p*nis against her lips.

“The more you take my seed in both your upper and lower p*ssy, the more likely you are to conceive a child.”

It was ridiculous nonsense, but Winifred lacked the experience to recognize this. Fearing she might be whipped for disobedience, she opened her mouth.

Her husband whipped Winifred whenever she “disgraced the family.” 

When she made etiquette mistakes in front of guests, or when she couldn’t properly answer questions in Latin when the Dowager invited the bishop for dinner.

The Dowager knew her son beat his wife but never thought to intervene. Whether a daughter-in-law who couldn’t bear a son got whipped or not was none of her concern.

Winifred had married hoping to eat well and avoid hard labor. Not going hungry and not having to work were indeed good things. But being whipped once or twice a month was terrifying.

“You wouldn’t want to disgrace the family with your low-class, undignified behavior.”

Her husband would say this while whipping her until her b*ttocks were swollen. Recalling the chilling pain, she tightly closed her eyes and carefully extended her tongue to lick the gl*ns. 

Surprised by the tangy taste of bodily fluid, Winifred froze, and her husband impatiently rubbed his gl*ns against her motionless tongue.

“If my brother is using her mouth p*ssy, I should taste sister-in-law’s c*nt p*ssy.”

From behind Winifred, who was on all fours licking her husband’s p*nis, came her brother-in-law’s voice. The tingling pleasure she had felt when he sucked her n*pples earlier came alive again with his voice.

If only he would touch her br*asts again… If only he would make her feel that unknown pleasure once more.

Winifred was startled by her own unconscious thoughts. What the three of them were doing was clearly sinful. A sin deserving of hell and more.

At a time when she should be saying penitent prayers to be forgiven for her sins, how could she possibly want her brother-in-law to suck her n*pples?

“Ah…”

But instead of sucking her n*pples, her brother-in-law began to gently caress her b*ttocks and thighs. 

The feeling of his hot hands on her b*ttocks, which had only ever felt the whip, was indescribable. Those hands, filled with clear desire, spread her b*ttocks apart, revealing two small hidden holes.

“Our sister-in-law has pretty holes, both front and back.”

Winifred couldn’t calmly tolerate such lewd words and clutched the sheets, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Aren’t you sucking properly?”

James rubbed his gl*ns hard against Winifred’s slightly extended tongue. Startled by his aggressive rubbing of the wet gl*ns and veiny shaft against her, Winifred unconsciously gasped and opened her mouth.

“Mmph!”

Her husband’s p*nis pushed past her open lips without hesitation. Even with just the gl*ns inserted, it was too much for Winifred’s small mouth, which had stiffened in surprise.

“Why didn’t you act this slutty before, hm?”

James lifted Winifred’s small face and pushed his p*nis deeper.

“Mmmph…”

The slippery, blunt cockhead pressed down on her tongue and pushed all the way to her uvula. The veiny shaft scraped against the roof of her mouth as it moved in and out. 

Winifred trembled helplessly, overwhelmed by disgust, ticklishness, and fear of divine punishment for such filthy acts.

“While sister-in-law diligently sucks my brother’s c*ck, let me suck her c*nt p*ssy.”

Raymond pressed his rough lips against Winifred’s p*ssy while she was unable to resist, busy with her husband’s darkened p*nis that had been used so carelessly.

“Mmph!”

The mental shock was as extreme as the physical one. A hot, moist tongue parted the slit of her p*ssy and entered.

“Hic, ah… mmph…”

Trembling at the unimaginable sensation, she tried to escape but was pulled back with strong force.

“It’s better to let your p*ssy be sucked willingly, Countess Asherton. A wife’s duty is to suck her husband’s c*ck, not to run away from a brother-in-law who’s sucking her p*ssy.”

Caught between the two men, Winifred was trapped in an impossible situation. Her husband’s p*nis pushed deep into her throat past her uvula.

“Don’t forget, Countess, that whipping awaits if you don’t suck properly.”

At the mention of whipping, Winifred’s body stiffened. But she didn’t notice that the tongue licking her p*ssy also paused momentarily at those words.

Was that it? 

The faint purple and yellow bruises mixed on her luscious b*ttocks. The only reason a countess would have bruises on her b*ttocks would be from excessive horseback riding, but he couldn’t imagine this woman on a horse.

So those were actually whip marks? Why would his brother whip this fragile woman?

Raymond pressed his lips against the remaining bruise marks. Sucking her p*ssy was good, but soothing this woman’s wounds wouldn’t be bad either.

When his lips touched the whip marks, Winifred’s body jumped in surprise. But Raymond wrapped his arm around her waist and reached out to fondle her swaying br*asts. He twisted her n*pples, which had flattened again from tension.

“Ah!”

He gently rubbed the tips of her hardened n*pples. The crevices began to open slightly. When he had sucked them earlier, she had writhed, breathing heavily. When he firmly pressed the opened n*pples, her thighs clenched and her body trembled.

“Don’t let your mind wander.”

James grabbed Winifred’s fiery red hair and lifted her face.