Stay with Constance and d'Artagnan

Aramis poured wine for them all and then sat on the swing between d'Artagnan and Constance. They talked about the town, the history and culture and the best restaurants and night clubs.

"I can't believe this is really happening," Constance said eventually.

"Do you think you'll stay?" d'Artagnan sounded hopeful, but unsure.

"I'm really not sure, but ... I definitely don't want to leave. It's just all so -- so crazy!"

"I suppose so, but we like it." Aramis said. "How about we ease you into it -- do you want to watch me and d'Artagnan mess around?"

"Oh shit, that sounds so hot! Like my very own porn."

"Yes, let us show you how much fun you can have," d'Artagnan said, kissing Constance for emphasis. "You've already started, there's no need to hold back. No-one will think any worse of you for joining in."

"I'm ... maybe later. How about you two start with some kissing?"

"Just kissing? You could've got that back home in New York."

"Yes but not in front of me like this," Constance tugged d'Artagnan across her body towards Aramis, and he helped, leaning in to kiss Aramis right in front of her. He was eager, excited, licking and sucking on Aramis's tongue immediately, nothing held back. Like an eager puppy, Aramis thought, hands running over d'Artagnan's chest and shoulders, up and down his long strong, arms, as d'Artagnan did the same to him. They parted after a few minutes, turning to Constance to see what she wanted next. She was flushed, breathing hard.

"OK, Aramis, get naked for me." Aramis grinned and removed the shorts he'd put back on after Porthos left him at the flower shop. They both stood in front of Constance and stroked their rapidly-hardening cocks. She looked back and forth between them, licking her lips unconsciously.