Seduced by my Stablehands

By Lily Reynard

Revenge is sweet. Being ravished by two muscular, sweaty stablehands is even sweeter!

My name is Lady Amanda Fairmount, and I am married to a man who shows no interest in me. After a year of marriage, I am still innocent, but burning with the needs of a woman. I long for the touch of a real man and the chance to start a family. My world comes crashing down around me when I find my husband in bed with his valet, giving that young man what he's always denied me.

Enraged yet aroused by what I've witnessed, I'm determined to combine revenge with pleasure! But when I go to the stables to demand that my tall, broad-shouldered stablehand Royce make me a woman at last, another of my virile servants overhears my plea...and joins us! They turn the tables on me, and teach me to submit to their untamed lusts. What follows is hard, insistent, demanding, with two insatiable men ready to touch me, discipline me, and take me in ways I never imagined.

This is my revenge and my fulfillment, and I'll enjoy every minute of it!

This sizzling-hot historical romance is a short story of forbidden passion between a countess and her two lusty stablehands, who take her in every way possible and give her everything she longs for. For mature readers only. M/F/M, brief M/M

• Language: English
• Publisher: Philtata Press LLC
• Release date: Feb 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370343133

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Seduced by my Stablehands

By Lily Reynard

Published by Philtata Press.

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Fairmount Manor, England, 1740

I stood frozen with shock in the doorway of my husband's bedchamber, unable to believe my eyes.

My husband Charles, the Earl of Fairmount, who had left me untouched during our first year of marriage, was sprawled on his back in our marital bed...completely nude, as I had never been permitted to see him before.

His manhood rose proudly from the dark hair at his groin. It was a thick shaft, swollen and flushed with desire, and I felt a little dizzy looking at it.

Working his way down my husband's muscled torso with slow, sensual kisses...was Edmund, his valet, a slender, very pretty blond man.

Who was also nude.

As my world came crashing down around me, I couldn't help noticing the taut line of muscle running down Edmund's pale, lithe back, and his firm, rounded buttocks.

Then, without either man having noticed my presence, I turned and ran blindly away.

In the refuge of my own bedchamber, which was hung with pretty tapestries, furnished with delicate chairs and tables, and laid with expensive carpets, I cried until I had no more tears.

I wasn't in love with my husband. Indeed, I scarcely knew him, our marriage having been arranged by our parents to ensure that our families' adjoining estates would form a greater whole for our descendants.

Charles and I had met three times before our wedding, each time closely chaperoned. He was older than I, handsome in a dark-haired saturnine way, polite, kind, and a little distant.

I was nineteen, well-bred, and considered quite pretty with tumbling blonde curls and a generous bosom.

Once the betrothal was announced, Mama had given me a detailed description—complete with Latin terms, for Mama was a bit of a bluestocking—of what I should expect on my wedding night, and thereafter.

Mama had been smiling when