She does, tentatively

Constance looked a bit unsure but she agreed, so they started with unzipping her dress, sliding it off her shoulders and then steadying her while she stepped out. d'Artagnan put it aside on a picnic table. Porthos walked over to join them, Athos still occupied with the older man.

"That's Treville," Porthos said to Aramis with a nod, "but we all call him Daddy."

"Hot," Aramis replied.

"You're so gorgeous," d'Artagnan was saying to Constance, "so beautiful, so soft. I love that you're sharing this with us, trying even though it's new and scary. I've wanted this with you for years, Constance, since the first time we met."

"I was twelve!"

"I know." d'Artagnan leaned in for a kiss as Aramis unhooked her bra, Porthos ridding Constance of her panties while her attention was occupied, and then she was as naked as they were, free and glowing in the bright afternoon sunshine.

Constance was blushing, clearly tempted to try to cover her tits and pussy with her hands, but also not doing it, letting them see her. d'Artagnan turned her face to Porthos and he leaned down to kiss her, his big hands coming up to frame her face as he devoured her mouth. They passed her back and forth as Aramis watched, not joining in, conscious that she may not be ready to find out what d'Artagnan's ass tasted like quite yet.

After a few minutes Constance was gasping and moaning, flushed with arousal instead of shame. She looked down at d'Artagnan speculatively.

"Do you give as well as you take?"

"What do you mean?" d'Artagnan waggled his eyes but played innocent.

"Lie down," Constance ordered, and she straddled d'Artagnan just as Aramis had done earlier, though Aramis suspected she wasn't giving d'Artagnan her ass just yet. Still, he envied the puppy, licking up Constance's juices with lots of moaning and humming as she bounced and grinded on his face.