Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Sylvie's Gift by paul2021 Sylvie is exhibited but will Jake be tempted? Sylvie patiently tied her long black hair into a bun just as Tim had instructed her and, standing nude before the full-length mirror, felt the warm evening breeze from the open window play across her bare neck and shoulders. She had been depilated at the Spa that afternoon after the weekly shop when Tim had kissed her goodbye. To her surprise the experience had not been awkward or embarrassing and to spread her legs while chatting about her favourite men at Wimbledon seemed bizarre. It was only when she walked out to meet Tim wearing no panties under her summer dress that she began to feel very naked and just a little naughty. Her adult life had been one big adventure. When she dropped out of Trinity, her dominating father, in disgust, banished her from home and she spent all her savings on a one-way ticket to the Far East. Being half Filipino on her mother's side, her good looks and raven black hair got her a plum job serving in the cocktail bar on the roof-top of the Caravelle in Saigon. Her uniform clad hour-glass figure, easy manner and exotic appearance were soon fuelling the fantasies of the jaded businessmen and wealthy locals who patronised the bar. Tim became a regular customer and they effortlessly fell into bed with Tim bribing the security staff nightly to get her into his room. She had always been a free spirit and was incapable of resisting him. He took her over, replacing her Father as the guiding light in her life. Work was no longer necessary -- he was clearly wealthy -- and they caroused around Asia together before returning to England and his large rambling house -- "Old Wood Cottage" in rural Norfolk. During their tour Tim encouraged her to explore her sexuality -- in her dress -- in her flirting -- in the giving and receiving of pleasure; and in Bangkok and Manila he took her to discrete clubs where she witnessed the never-ending possibilities of the sexual experience. Having a healthy libido, she needed no persuading and, back in England in the privacy of the cottage, she developed her skills and discovered hidden secret disturbing desires. Sylvie sensed with excitement and some apprehension that the party tonight could offer another of Tim's unique experiences. She loved him with a passion, and his seemingly endless supply of cash was an added attraction, but she was always nervous when he dared her to go further. ****** Jake, Tim's business partner and all-round best buddy, was over from the States for the summer. Today, on his birthday, Tim had invited him for dinner and he was spending the night at the cottage. Tim planned to cook as usual and suggested to Sylvie that she might want to give her own birthday treat to Jake on this special evening. This seemingly casual remark had set her mind racing. Surely Tim was not asking her to fuck Jake? Maybe he wanted her to buy him a present? Perhaps he meant a welcoming kiss? It was a puzzle for Sylvie with no answer. She had slipped into a lovely friendship with Jake. He was funny and, for a big man, gentle and considerate, but she could see, as only a woman can, that under the veneer of his impeccable behaviour, he was desperate to fuck her. This secretly pleased her -- she had made an impression -- but she belonged to Tim and she had always been monogamous with her men. It was time to end the introspection and dress for dinner. Tim had bought her underwear and party dress in London without consulting her and, maybe, this was the treat he had in mind? She found that the black and purple Basque was a little small which constrained her waist and pushed up her breasts, provocatively displaying her proud nipples with their brown areola under the transparent gauze. The black silk stockings felt cool and clean on her smooth-shaven legs and the diamante G string sat snugly against her fresh naked scented pube with the thong at the rear applying a deliciously stimulating touch to her anus. Staring at her partially clothed body in the mirror and putting on her make-up she began to slip into a deeper more daring self, a transformation she would recognise in future with acute anticipation mixed with just a little dread. She used heavy lip stick on her lower lip to bring out her pout and painted her nails a dark erotic purple to match her Basque. Finally, she slipped into the black silk dress which came with lace ups at the back to further tighten her waist and, shockingly, a cut-out top to reveal her breasts and the front of the matching Basque. As she nervously checked herself in the mirror, she saw her bare uplifted tits with their dark halos on show under the sheer and the overlong slit at the back exposing her exotically patterned stocking tops. She shrugged with resignation -- so this was what Tim meant by a "Treat". It was too late to change and Tim would be offended if she refused to wear his present. The Christian Louboutin heels were her choice. She would buy shoes until Tim's money ran out but these were expensive. They were shiny black with straps, tall, and elegant. Tim loved them. With a black cord choker around her exposed neck, matching jet ear rings and a copious spray of perfume she was ready. As she carefully felt her way down the winding stairs on her heels, she could hear the two boys in the kitchen and the pop of a champagne cork on this very special day. She was happy and excited, and just a little fearful. ****** Tim was smitten when he first met Sylvie. He was sick of one-night Asian stands, a quick fumble and a meaningless fuck. She was perfect for him -- clever -- funny -- a great body -- similar background -- unattached. She was ready to be moulded and he could not resist. As she responded positively to his guidance -- emotionally and sexually - he slowly began to fall in love with her. The sex started badly -- she lacked experience - but got better as she became more confident. She was a luscious 36-24-36 and he encouraged and educated her to delight in her own body and its responses. Sylvie became more relaxed and was euphoric when she started to orgasm for the first time -- she couldn't stop giggling -- and he loved her all the more. As the months passed, he began to realise she was a little special. She would abandon herself in bed giving up to her instincts and pleasure. He began to feel that he was incidental, a spare part, providing the stimulus to her passion but no more. This became evident when she first requested that he blindfold her before love making. The intensity of her reaction caused her to lose all control as he stroked and caressed and penetrated her everywhere. He was shocked -- he had no idea that a woman could genuinely, without any artifice, experience such a powerful arousal. It was inevitable that she would also like Jake. He was very tactile and Sylvie soon warmed to him and seemed to encourage the hugging and kissing and stroking when they all met in pubs or restaurants or at the theatre. He sensed it was time to go further with Sylvie. Would she take the opportunity? He was sufficiently confident to place a bet with Jake and didn't care a jot that Jake would win whatever the outcome! So, tonight, in the company of the two great loves of his life Tim was hoping for a new beginning. Sylvie, he was sure, was aware of his intentions. Would she go along with him, would she even encourage Jake, or would the evening end in nothing but a hit to his bank balance? As he prepared special food for the party his anticipation was growing. ****** Tim was the first limey Jake had met. They had bunked up together on assignment in Shanghai. Tim with his jokiness, his accent, his fun, and his sincerity was so different to the typical corporate guy back home in the States. They had chased women in the hotel bars in Manila and Jakarta and Jake had arranged girls for them both during their leave in Bangkok. They had the same tastes -- dark, intelligent, shapely, glam -- and had struck lucky and been able to share their good fortune. Tim had been smitten with his girl, in his rather English way, and had gone completely over the top with gifts and cash. Tim was a real nice guy and a true friend. And now to the lovely Sylvie. When Tim had talked about her, Jake had sensed her mystery and her special meaning for him. When Jake first met her, he immediately fell under her spell. She was not classically beautiful but she was full of life in her flirting, her fun, her intelligence and her long raven black hair. She was a man's woman. Tim and Sylvie were so obviously in love and he was ashamed of his feelings for her and troubled by his growing jealousy of Tim. He charmed her with gifts and flowers and they became very easy together. They shared the same interests and, when Tim was travelling, he took Sylvie to Figaro at Covent Garden and they discovered a mutual love for champagne, strawberries, tennis and Mozart. When Tim hinted his intentions regarding Sylvie, Jake was shocked. How could he suggest that they share his girl? Jake was a straight up and down Ivy League type who looked forward to a seat on the board, a nice home, a beautiful wife and the kids playing on the porch; but as Tim worked on him, Jake began to give way. Why not give her the option -- let her decide -- provide the right environment and offer the suggestion and see where it goes? He had stayed just friends with Sylvie but, tonight, on his birthday, with Tim's consent, he might learn to know Sylvie in ways he could not yet imagine. He could barely contain his excitement. ****** Tim was at work in the kitchen when Jake arrived. The plan was in place. Sylvie was still preparing herself upstairs, and they could both begin to relax, enjoy the evening and see where Sylvie would take them. They had just downed the first glass of Bollinger when she appeared. Jake knew Tim had chosen her outfit to please him but he was still taken by surprise. She looked ravishing and also severely embarrassed - he could see why. Her magnificent breasts, quivering in her distress, were presented to him in spectacular fashion and her silk dress was already riding up those beautiful thighs revealing stocking tops and suspender clips. She went first to Tim and playfully hid behind him but Jake could see with some disappointment that the discomfort was real. A second glass of champagne seemed to relax her and Tim whispered his love in her ear. She laughed and kissed him full on the lips for slightly longer than was strictly necessary in company. As Jake complemented her, she finally came to him openly, and hugged him, nestling into his chest. He could feel her softness and took in her strong perfume as she stroked his arm and took his hand and wished him Happy Birthday. Jake saw the tiny wisps of hair standing up on the back of her neck above the choker and felt his prick begin to stir. Tim looked on as his spectacular fantasy was becoming a reality -- was Sylvie really offering herself to Jake? ****** As the alcohol worked its magic, Sylvie seemed to sensitise and come alive - the sheer and the silk caressed her body and stimulated her beyond imagining. With the tightness around her middle, her breasts and her bum were free to touch and slide against the cool silk to provide a delightful frisson. Her legs, clad in sheer black, took on a shape she had only seen on models in magazines and her heels not only lengthened her legs but also accentuated her bum to attract even more attention. She began to understand that her body and her natural eroticism were being exhibited not only to pleasure Tim and Jake... but also to arouse herself. Her exposure was sending her libido into orbit. As they walked to the dining room the boys considerately let her lead. She felt male eyes on her rear and thighs and she was amazed with herself as she imperceptibly, as if by instinct, began to push out her bum and allow her hips to sway. ******* Tim was pleased with the first two courses. The parma ham worked perfectly with the fried asparagus, and the wine, a Vin Romanee Conti, the perfect choice, refreshing the mouth after the bubbly. He had bought some very large Baccarat wine glasses for the party which brought out the aroma and the taste perfectly. He followed on with a Foie gras garnished with a sauternes jelly and parsley which was even more delicious. Sylvie looked sensational as expected and was enjoying herself after a shaky start in the kitchen. Her awkwardness had disappeared and she was exchanging the usual banter with Jake. The evening was going well but Tim needed to concentrate hard to avoid staring at those gloriously exposed tits as her embarrassment would be a disaster. She must enjoy herself tonight. If she were to resist or be uncomfortable, this would be unacceptable to both him and Jake. They would only enjoy her if she wanted them. No other option would be allowed. It was time. As he met Jake's knowing eyes, he steered the conversation to Thailand. They chatted about the trip to the country village with Mr Somchai the hotel manager, and the lunch with his family. The local custom apparently dictated that the guest could ask for a gift from the lady of the house. Jake had asked for a small pouch of tea which was gratefully given. So, Tim asked, what would Jake like from Sylvie? Jake, looking at Sylvie, with a broad open smile on his face, and without hesitation, requested that she give him her panties! This was the moment!! Both men held their breath. ****** Sylvie in shocked surprise laughed out loud. They were all laughing. Was this the "Treat" she was required to offer Jake? Her thoughts were flying. It would be easy to rise from the table, run upstairs, fetch a pair of panties and hand over the trophy, but, if she granted Jake's request directly, she knew that the good vibe would continue and the evening might offer all kinds of fun. Her daring and the wine won out. Without a second thought, her modesty being protected by the table, she pulled her dress up over her thighs, reached for her G string, ran it down her legs and over her heels, and offered it with her forefinger to Jake. This was an unspoken pledge to them both. She was making a compact. Her smiling desiring mischievous eyes told them that they could both have her if they wanted but they must also pleasure her and respect her and keep her safe. Jake took the small delicate piece from Sylvie and sensing her mood put it to his lips without taking his eyes from her. He then carefully folded it and slipped it into the breast pocket of his shirt. He had smelt her perfume and the essence of this uniquely lovely woman. Sylvie spread her hands out to both of them. They reached for her, each tenderly placing a kiss on the open palms. The mood lightened. Tim lent across and kissed her and she, by a slight upward tilt of her head and a parting of her lips, offered her mouth to Jake. Their kiss was light and hesitant. She played her lips delicately over his mouth like a butterfly. The feeling was out of his experience. ****** The boys had cleared the dishes and Jake was in the kitchen helping Tim with the main course, another surprise. Sylvie felt elated with the wine and her pulse was quickening as she reflected on her commitment. Looking down with surprise she saw that the hem of her dress was still around her hips. Her natural reaction was to pull it down to conceal her nakedness but she quickly understood that her elation came not just from the alcohol and the kisses, but also from the contact between her newly exposed and already flowering vulva lips and the deep black leather padding of the armchair. She slowly parted her legs and looked down at her stockings. The purple ribbons on her suspenders brushed against her bare thighs and the moistening bloom of her shaven cunt was displayed between the lace trim of her Basque and her heavily patterned stocking tops. She shuddered as the change in position further opened her and allowed the cool leather to caress the sensitive skin around her unprotected anus. She let her hands drop across her breasts and Basque and across her tummy, and the urge to use her forefinger and index finger to penetrate into the warm, sticky wetness was irresistible. ******* Tim's Lobster Frittata was almost there. The wine was a Meursault Premier Cru, again from his favourite Burgundy. He asked Jake to apply the final garnish and ran upstairs to collect the vials of Amyl Nitrite. Anticipating the long night ahead, he wanted to be sure that Sylvie would not be disappointed by their performance. He instructed Jake in the use of the popper and, with a shrug, the big man complied. By frequent inhalation their erections would be sustained and speedily restored through the evening and well into the morning. They discussed the possibility of using other stimulants, but with Sylvie looking and behaving as she was, this was quite unnecessary. Tim glimpsed Sylvie as he entered with the new serving. He knew what she had been up to, and suddenly felt cum on the tip of his prick. As they sat down to eat, although his view was blocked by the corner of the clean white table cloth, he was sure that the hem of her dress was still riding high above those luscious thighs. As she carefully sampled the new dish, he sensed again that slight awkwardness in her. He discretely caught Jake's eye and he came to the rescue with a funny anecdote about his brother and their flock of sheep in West Virginia, a stateside equivalent of the adventures of the Welsh sheep shagger. Sylvie thought it hilariously funny and began to relax again. The difficult moment had passed. Tim was feeling desire very badly. He had looked and now he wanted to touch. The main course was finished; the men had cleared the dishes and Sylvie asked for some music. He selected Marvin Gaye - Sylvie loved Motown and Marvin in particular. ****** She wanted to dance. Jake politely moved behind her chair to assist her as she rose from the table and, realising her predicament, she desperately attempted to pull her dress down over her thighs. Unfortunately, her bum was still exposed when she stood and Jake gallantly looked the other way. She blushed with embarrassment but she deliberately and calmly smoothed the dress back over her thighs with no fuss and walked ahead to the conservatory where a central area had been cleared for dancing. Jake sat on the couch with another glass of wine and she took Tim for a slow smooch. Tim wanted to fuck her -- she could feel him on her tummy -- but she was not ready. He kissed her neck and shoulders as his wonderful healing hands lightly played along her waist and massaged the silk covering on her hips. They tenderly kissed and she did not want him to stop. She was hesitant in front of Jake but Tim's love-making was too persuasive as his hands cupped her breasts under their transparent black net and her nipples hardened with his familiar touch. All the while Marvin was singing about love and loss and life and death, and their love making was being displayed to Jake who continued to sit on the couch impassively drinking his wine and gazing intently at her in her growing passion. ****** Tim, recognising that the time was right, broke away and Jake held Sylvie at last. She pressed close to him but feeling the size of his growing cock against her body instinctively backed off in shock. He stuttered and apologised but Sylvie recognising the reality of her commitment and his natural reaction to her advances, moved onto him again with soothing words. She was mentally prepared -- she would freely give herself to him with no pre-conditions and no regrets. Tim walked in with a tray of three glasses of Green Chartreuse liqueur, which he placed on the side table, and sat to watch the dancing. Sylvie had turned to pressure her bum into Jake's crotch. They were facing the large mirror on the far wall where Tim had fixed spot lights. The illumination made Sylvie's performance look even hotter. By bending her knees in time to Marvin, the hem of her dress drifted upwards and her free breasts gently swayed in the slow rhythm of seduction. Taking Jake's hands under hers she took him on a magical journey over her body. Jake saw in Sylvie's reflected expression that she had gone. Her power disconcerted him and as their eyes met in the mirror, they exchanged a re-assuring smile. She gazed at herself as he worked her tits from behind with his large labourer's hands and his powerful fingers. He felt her tremor twice in quick succession and upped the intensity by restraining her movement and pulling her firmly onto his swollen cock straining beneath his chinos. She cried out and immediately flushed up in shame at her reaction. When all was done Tim walked over to Sylvie, collected her from Jake's arms, and led her to the couch where they whispered to each other. Did she want to continue? Was she prepared for the consequences? Was this what she wanted? Just say the word and we will stop -- you understand? Sylvie indicated her acquiescence by a tilt of her head. She understood -- she was burning hot. ******** As they walked out to the patio on this warm night they were sweating with the wine, the dancing, and the heat of the summer day which was rising off the stones. Tim sensed the change in her and was keen to show Sylvie tenderness and encouragement and he loaded a collection of oriental music normally used by them as background to long nights of love making. She whispered in his ear. Leaving Jake seated on one side of the patio with his liqueur, Tim bought Sylvie to stand directly in front of him and Tim carefully untied her bun allowing her black hair to cascade over her shoulders. After arranging it to his satisfaction, he placed a red silk scarf over her eyes and tied it firmly at the back of her head. He then began to unthread the laces at the back of her dress, starting from the bottom and methodically working his way up to her contracted waist. Sylvie spread her legs to steady herself. She felt the dress fall away from her body and began to tremble knowing that the fresh bloom of her cunt and her lifted bum, framed by her stockings and the Basque, were now on show to Jake. Tim's fingers then slipped the straps from her shoulders and lowered the sheer from her breasts. Her exposure was complete. She still felt the constraining tightness in her middle but above and below she was deliciously vulnerable in her blindness. She imagined Jake looking her up and down -- comparing her with other women -- judging her -- wanting her. It was an unimaginably powerful high -- she almost passed out in her excitement. When Tim simultaneously massaged her tits and eased his fingers into her liquid cunt from behind, she came with a surprised cry and a shaming rush -- she couldn't help herself. The warmness ran down between her thighs as a shocking witness to her first exhilarating release. ****** Jake was stunned by Sylvie's reaction. From that moment she would become his obsession. He would never love another -- ever. For him, Sylvie would always be THE ONE, but if he could divine the future, he would walk out now without looking back. Tim was amazed -- Sylvie had never reacted in this way before. His love for her deepened as her body shook and tears fell with the emotion and realisation of her new found power. He took her in his arms to sooth her until the shock subsided and she calmed. He would always cherish and protect her if he could, but his deep love for Sylvie would eventually doom him to a dreadful fate. ****** She was ready for more and whispered to Tim who removed the blindfold. She took him to the lounger, sat him down and after deftly liberating his upright prick, she kneeled over him and inserted it into her. Starting slowly, she was able to tenderly kiss his lips while he kneaded her breasts -- just the way she liked it. Jake sat mesmerised to one side as Sylvie turned and smiled to him in her rising heat. Lifting her face to the dark sky, her breathing quickened and she increased the momentum to reach for the next cum. Performing in front of Jake was supercharging her appetite. Once she upped the tempo the end came rapidly with loud animal cries into the dark wood beyond the garden. Tim erupted into her while Sylvie enjoyed a sequence of unbelievably violent orgasms which convulsed through her body like lightning strikes. Her cunt was wet with Tim's cum when she lifted herself from him and, without cleansing herself, she walked directly over to Jake. It was his turn. He saw that her exposed shoulders and breasts were glowing and shining in her effort. She would not cool until morning. ****** Jake sat motionless on the couch as she stooped to undo the belt of his Chinos and kneel over him. He was paralysed with uncertainty. He had wanted this moment for so long but could never imagine it would be like this. Thanks to Tim's stimulants he was able to ride through his shyness and hold on to his wood. When she released his erect cock, she could not hide her obvious shock at his size. His girth and length were beyond her experience and she hesitantly took it in her hands and lifted her body above him to run the monster around the rim of her cunt to relax him and help her. Then she tried just a little insertion -- she could feel him twitch in anticipation. He could feel her heat and smell her perfume. She was concentrating hard and before deepening the penetration she would look down, widen her vulva lips a little with her fore and index fingers and push him in some more with a skyward look and a husky gasp deep from her throat. Once he was in, the serious fucking began and the pressure in her cunt rapidly led to another cum. When Tim stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders forcing her harder and faster and deeper, the size of Jake made her cry out in deliciously acute fulfilment. She came all over him. Bigger was wonderful! ****** Embarrassingly, Jake had not fired despite the intense stimulation and with a re-assuring smile she playfully offered her hand and lifted him from the couch. She led him to the patio, turned her back on him and spread her legs before bending over with her hands on the low stone wall to offer herself once more. The cheeks of her bum opened, and the mouth of her glistening open cunt, shining perineum and wine dark haloed anus were presented to Jake. She was showing him everything. For a few strange seconds she felt ashamed. From the nursery she had been taught to be modest, to cover up, to never allow boys or girls to look at her private parts. Now she was exhibiting it all to a man she had only known for a few months. She felt exhilaratingly decadent. As the silence continued, she became uncertain as to what was to follow. Would Jake enter her cunt or would he take her anally? With his size, would it be too painful? Tim moved to her front and lovingly stroked her hair. He whispered to her that this would be their gift to Jake. They could make no greater offering, Tim sharing his woman, and she offering Jake her love and her body. And still there was silence behind her... ****** Jake's mouth was dry, his heart was beating far too fast and his cock was still uncomfortably hard. He was desperate. He had never, ever, seen such delights as were now presented to him. This lovely, gorgeous, most desirable woman was revealing all of her denuded aroused self to him for his admiration and his pleasure. His eyes climbed from her black heels and straps along the graceful curve of the seams of her stockings. Her calves and thighs highlighted in black sheer relief by the tension in her legs. The suspenders from her Basque stretched over the white of her bum framing the bare smooth rims of her glorious cunt - open, moist and waiting for him. When Tim discretely passed the dildo to him his heart leapt and he swallowed hard. This was the moment when the gift must be accepted. He knelt behind her. He must give her love and satisfy her. He must match Tim to win her. ****** She felt a series of light caresses on the back of her thighs which spread over the top of her stockings and spread out across her bum. The sensation was of light touches of fine fur. She relaxed, and finding Tim's mouth to her front, used her tongue to penetrate and tease him. Then a delightful shock - delicate lip strokes, feathering her vulva and circling the sensitive skin surrounding her anus. As her cunt responded and opened, she felt sinuous touches reaching deeper and deeper to the core of her. As the texture suddenly changed and her lips and clit were nipped and teased ever outwards, a steel cool dildo was carefully eased through her sphincter. She gasped first in surprise and alarm and then in purest pleasure. Jake stood and slipped off his clothes before massaging his hard prick with gel from the table. He turned back to Sylvie and admired the bright steel polished head of the dildo preventing Sylvie's sphincter from pulling it deeper and absorbing it into herself. This time, he would get release. With her cunt lips still relaxed and open, Jake slowly pushed little by little into her. She cried out at his first touch but at each small step he allowed her to calm, not penetrating further until her whispers gave him permission to continue. His prick felt the hard pressure of the dildo within her, but finally he was home as he pressed into her and felt her warm stickiness on his tummy. She was panting - a low feline purring - as she began to work against him. Not wishing to hurt her, he kept absolutely still as she increased her pace and he spread his hands on each side of her bum to guide her. As Sylvie came to climax, her breath quickened, and Jake with immaculate timing, made several firm drives deep into her. Multiple orgasms shocked through her as she writhed and twisted below him with her raven hair flying from side to side and her cries of fulfilment echoing across the garden. He screamed as he came with the orgasm of his life - he was catapulted to Nirvana and his prick was unstoppable. It was over and, as they both came down, Jake sensed that most elusive of all male pleasures -- the satisfaction of giving the woman he loved a most profound loving experience while, at the same time, savouring that unbeatable feeling of his own spectacular release at the perfect moment. As he withdrew, he thoughtfully slipped the dildo from her distended anus. With the intense exertions and the over-stimulation of the last hour Sylvie was exhausted. ****** Tim was still kissing and stroking her as she was coming down and he whispered words of congratulation to her on her performance with Jake. It was all he hoped it would be and more. She reddened with embarrassment and he immediately regretted his crass comment which must have made her feel like a whore. Jake lifted her upright and kissed and massaged her shoulders and whispered his undying love in her ear. He would never love another and he would be true to his word. Their love-making had been the most overwhelming emotional experience of his life and he swore his life-long commitment to her -- to love, cherish and obey. If she were free, he would carry her away, marry her and live with her for ever. The boys supported her on each side and took her into the conservatory to lay her on the couch. Tim slipped off her heels and stockings and Jake removed the remains of her Basque and, after covering her overheated sweat shining body with a quilt, left her to sleep. Tim poured two glasses of single malt with a little water and they walked into the garden strolling arm in arm towards the cool of the wood, saying little, and thinking only of Sylvie. ****** Sylvie roused and slowly opened her eyes. The boys were lifting her up in their arms and, after removing the quilt, sat her on the edge of the couch. She sleepily kissed each one in turn -- tenderly rather than passionately. With comforting words, she was calmed and settled and a silk robe was brought to cover her nudity. Tim and Jake had prepared a surprise and led her to the corner table where two large bunches of red roses were waiting for her. She carefully opened each envelope in turn. Tim's message read "To my dearest love on this very special night. I will always remember". Jake had written "To Sylvie with all my love. You are so dear to me. My love for you is eternal." Tim had prepared a tropical fruit salad especially for her, and as Jake seated her at the table, Tim poured a long glass of chilled almond dessert wine into a crystal glass and offered it to her. She deliberately and slowly cut the fruit into small segments and, sipping the wine, began to recover and refresh herself. She was with her two boys. The boys she loved more than any who had gone before. They would protect her. They would not harm her. She was secure. She was happy. She wanted more. ****** Sylvie took Tim to one side out of Jake's hearing and he took her in his arms. Jake, not wishing to intrude on their intimacy, walked out to the garden. In this dream time, Sylvie was ready to allow the two of them deep within her - to fuse them all together into loving inseparability -- to consummate their love with no inhibitions and no barriers. She wished to be the means, the conduit, for this connection of love but would Jake understand? Would he be willing to go further without thinking her a whore? She needed to be sure. It would be dreadful if he regarded an act of love on her part as disgusting and depraved. Tim re-assured her and promised to talk to Jake but he had one last important gift for her before she went to her room to prepare. It was a deep silver clasp choker which would fill her neck with glittering moonlight and signify her offering. If Jake objected, they would sit and talk and run down the evening. If he was willing then the wearing of the choker would re-assure him that Sylvie was not being coerced. She showered, dried and perfumed herself and fitted the clasp around her neck. She shivered in fear and anticipation at her new commitment -- to give them anything they desired. She was frightened for them but she did not hesitate. Slipping on the silk robe, she felt the cool sensuous gossamer touch on her hot nude body and, in her bare feet, she quietly made her way through the dark stone flagged hall to the sitting room. ****** Jake could not believe that Sylvie would dare go further and, when he saw her wearing the silver choker, he sat down in a faint. The emotion, the alcohol and the stimulants were getting to him. He could never imagine that Sylvie would offer this, despite Tim's warning, and he was unsure if he could go through with it. Sylvie entered and glanced nervously at Tim who was loading some "Chris Isaak" as background and he nodded towards Jake. She knew what was required and she took Jake's hand to lead him out to dance. Letting her robe fall open provocatively, she embraced him and, feeling her heat, he fell under her spell again without fear or regret. He would give her anything she wanted - just to please her -- just to keep her. She slipped off her robe and led Jake and Tim to the mirrored wall. She gazed back at herself as they kissed and caressed her. She felt no shame or guilt. Her tits were shining, her nipples were swollen and proud and her cunt lips were liquid and open ready for them. She invited Tim and Jake to gaze on her beauty and take her as they wanted. A cauldron of red-orange light and heat had been created in the Sitting Room with burning candles, scented sticks, a cushion covered floor, several portable full-length mirrors, a couch and a leather sofa to form a barrier and separate them from the dark corners, the sleeping garden and the wildness beyond. Tim lit a spliff and when Sylvie brought Jake to the place where it would be done, he passed it to her and she inhaled deeply and urgently for several minutes. She offered it to Jake but, catching Tim's eye, he politely declined and Sylvie passed the fast-decaying joint to Tim who took one last smoke before throwing the stub in the grate. The boys stripped off their clothes and so it began: Tim beckoned to Sylvie and motioned her to the couch. She smiled and swept her fingers mischievously across Jake's already proud cock before mounting the couch on all fours. Tim beckoned Jake to her front while he moved to service her from the rear. She took Jake's penis in her hands and feeling it's size and potency shivered in anticipation. She could only stimulate a portion of it with her mouth but by skilful use of her tongue and fingers made him gasp with pleasure. Tim adjusted her posture by separating her legs, placing his palms on her back and gently pushing down to raise her bum. She began to sway her rear in time with the music and he could not resist plunging his tongue into her warm wetness. She shrieked in delight. Jake, newly relaxed in his arousal, contemplated Sylvie's reflection in the mirror as she serviced him. Her breasts were much fuller than the Asian girls he had known. She was toned and with broad shoulders and hips she would have many children. Her legs were sensational and she had a slight, puppy fat, plumpness around her waist which gave her that soft and curvy look. Her butt was to die for as she swayed for Tim who was still tonguing her from behind. Her reaction to the stimulation told Tim it was time. With gel coated fingers he opened her sphincter slowly but firmly. She backed off from Jake, lifted her head and guttural moans of gratification came from her mouth as her breathing deepened. Tim began to insert his prick, little by little, into her anus and, inhaling sharply, she began to feast voraciously on Jake. The first triangle had been made. All three were connected in love. Both men could turn to see the reflection of her in the glowing light as she serviced them and received pleasure in return. The love making continued as they were able to increase the pace or slow to a more insistent rhythm to please Sylvie. Tim would switch to her cunt at the appropriate time and if Sylvie began to lose her potential to orgasm a sharp rap across her buttocks would stimulate her back to insatiability. Towards the end when Tim saw she was failing, he paddled the mouth of her wet cunt with the flat of his hand and they both gave way in a terrific rush which went everywhere. Sylvie, turned her head and gazed distractedly at the mirror, entranced by the reflection of the foaming creamy sperm and her own juices running from her dilating vulva. Urgently Jake gathered her in his arms. He lifted her bodily, supporting her thighs on his muscular forearms and she, by instinct, wrapped her legs around his waist. She dropped herself straight onto him with a purr of satisfaction and smothered his face with her mouth. Seeing herself reflected in the mirror only served to increase her effort. She was screaming and shaking. Tim moved around behind her and his prick searched for her anus. Sylvie mewed with desire and began to scream impatiently. He slipped it in easily and Jake, with his hands on her bum cheeks began that irresistible beat. They rocked her backwards and forwards and the motion massaged her clit and the core of her sex - slowly up and down applying an incessant simultaneous reciprocating pressure. She could only muster the energy to whimper in voracious visceral fulfilment. They were giving her one long, mesmerising, hypnotic orgasm. Was this real? She begged them not to stop but they were fading fast. With a final sharp slap across her bum, she cried out and with one stunning, instantaneous, final effort, they all came together in primeval screaming mayhem. She felt them pulsate together inside her and as they continued to the end, the never-ending flood covered her cunt and showered on to the cushions below. They collapsed in a tangle of exhausted limbs and flesh - to fall asleep, their life juices mixed and their bodies coupled as one living being, new made in the darkness. ****** When all was quiet in the deep dark morning, Sylvie dreamt that Aphrodite - the goddess of love -- came to them from the surrounding forest. Staring down at their naked entwined bodies she conferred her power on Sylvie and cursed Tim & Jake: "You have taken their seed and drained them dry." "You have captured their essence." "They will pay the price." "They will belong to you for eternity!" ****** They had showered and dressed and were driving in Jake's Jag to the cafÃ(C) for an early breakfast. It was a beautiful sunny morning and the yellow fields of late summer were beginning to appear through the early morning mist. All three were quiet and hung-over and dimly aware that something profound and life changing had just occurred. Boundaries had been crossed and there could be no return to innocence. They were silent as they contemplated the future. As they queued at the counter of the cafÃ(C), two trucks were pulling up in the lorry park and four big trucker guys came in. Good old boys - full of fun and coarse as hell. As they spotted Sylvie there were muffled cries of "Fuck - look at that" and "I would keep her fucking busy". Tim was happy showing off his girl but Jake was upset and angry although he could not blame them for clocking Sylvie. She had slipped on those extremely tight around the arse, flared blue jeans and a loose-fitting, low-cut top. It was also obvious to anybody that she had forgotten to put on her bra and panties. As they collected their trays at the check-out Sylvie was given a stern look by the lady at the till and she sweetly smiled and blew a mocking kiss in her direction before giggling to the boys. They had forgotten the fruit juice and Sylvie offered to fetch a bottle and walked back towards the trucker guys. Suddenly her purse accidentally/deliberately dropped to the floor and, as she knelt down, she knowingly dipped her chest giving them what Tim would later call a "real eyeful". Following this outrageous display, she flashed a smile at the truckers and brazenly stretched for a bottle on the highest shelf to deliberately expose the curves of her pantie-less bum above her hipsters. She completed the performance by parading her swinging half-naked arse all the way back to the table with a broad grin on her face. After a few seconds of stunned silence, the Truckers began to whistle and call for more and, amazingly, Sylvie was about to oblige until Jake became seriously annoyed. He began to remonstrate with the guys but he was more upset by Sylvie's flaunting -- what was she doing? Tim enjoyed it immensely but still got them out before the trouble started. For the first time Sylvie had used her new found power -- it was exhilarating. ****** As Jake settled into his seat on the flight back to the States, he was already resigned to his appalling predicament. Without Sylvie there would be emptiness, a massive void which no one else could fill. They were soul mates - she had given her body in love to him but he would never possess her. Sylvie was on his mind 24/7. She was like a drug - it was habit forming. He could not cope with the sleepless nights and his work was suffering. This was a bereavement -- what could he do -- it was hopeless - his future was desolate without her. He put on his earphones and was able to grab a little fitful sleep. In his feverish sweat-soaked dream he returned to Sylvie - to try again and again - to persuade her to marry him, to have his babies, to spend the rest of her life with him... but the answer was always the same. ****** Tim was in deep trouble -- he owed too much money to too many powerful people -- he was a wanted man. The goodbye to Sylvie was rushed and confused -- he tried to hide his problem but he knew she was suspicious. There were lots of tears but he tried to sooth and comfort -- there was no need to worry - he would soon be home. The evening with Jake had been sensational and Sylvie was a revelation -- their love was deeper than ever and it thrilled him to contemplate their next move. Where would he take her -- would she go further? Nevertheless, there was a lingering doubt that he could not put away - she was stronger now -- less dependent - her own woman. He had witnessed her new found confidence at the cafÃ(C) and saw her determination when she led them into that sensational double fuck. This troubled him. Fortunately, his enemies were ignorant of Sylvie and Old Wood Cottage. He would leave her safely in Norfolk until he had satisfied his creditors -- then he would return to his only love and continue the adventure. ****** Her boys had gone. Tim had been called back urgently to London soon after Jake had flown home. She sat in the conservatory sipping a coffee, lonely and with strange and disturbing thoughts and feelings which would not allow her to settle. She wanted both of them again, to be with her and to make love to her. She no longer felt any guilt. Many women with husbands took lovers who they kept hidden and secret. She had simply made love to her two men together at the same time. Surely this was honest and open, allowing them to share her, and her enjoying them, with no deception or secrecy? The thrill and excitement of the evening, in retrospect, amazed her. It was exhausting but to show herself to them and submit to their desires was deliciously decadent. They had been so tender and it was sweet of them to give her the cards and flowers which sat on the table in front of her. Nevertheless, as the days passed, she recognised that her new found power had changed her. Although she dearly loved Tim and Jake, she could no longer allow them or anybody to own her exclusively. In future she would ignore the conventions and devote herself to the pursuit of excitement and pleasure - without fear or inhibition - without shame or regret. She ran a hot bath in the cool of the evening and lit the room with scented flame to recreate the magic. With a glass of honeyed wine, she calmed a little and she let her hands play over her body as she closed her eyes and drifted back to the warmth of the time of the Gift giving. ********