The door to the drawing room creaked open, and I froze mid-sip of my tea. Lady Eleanor's eyes flicked up from her embroidery, a delicate frown forming as she glanced at the intruder. "Who is it?" she asked, her voice a melodic whisper.

"Good afternoon, Lady Eleanor," came the smooth, almost sultry reply. It was Miss Clara Whitmore, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she stepped further into the room. Her gaze shifted to me, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "And Miss Evelyn, how delightful to see you both."

I set down my teacup with a clatter, trying to mask my nervousness. "Miss Whitmore," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "What brings you here?"

Clara's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, just a little visit," she said, her tone light and airy. She moved closer, her presence commanding the room. "I heard that you two were in need of some...entertainment."

Lady Eleanor's frown deepened. "Entertainment? Whatever do you mean, Clara?"

Clara's smile widened, and she leaned in conspiratorially. "You know exactly what I mean, Eleanor. The nights have been so...dull lately. Don't you think it's time we spice things up a bit?"

I felt my heartbeat quicken. This was not the Clara I knew—the demure, reserved woman who had always been a paragon of propriety. Something had changed, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

Lady Eleanor's eyes darted to me, then back to Clara. "Are you suggesting...something improper?"

Clara laughed, a sound that was both familiar and foreign. "Improper? Heavens, no. Just a little...experimentation. A way to pass the time more enjoyably."

My mind raced. What could she possibly be talking about? And why did the idea of it make my pulse race?

Clara reached into her reticule and pulled out a small, velvet pouch. She held it up, letting the fabric catch the light. "I brought something for us to try," she said, her voice low and inviting.

Lady Eleanor's eyes widened. "What is that?"

Clara's fingers danced around the drawstring, teasingly slow. "A gift," she replied, her gaze never leaving ours. "For all three of us."

I swallowed hard, my curiosity piqued despite my reservations. What could be inside that pouch? And why did the thought of sharing it with these two women send a thrill through me?

Clara finally opened the pouch, revealing a sleek, metallic object. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what it was: a strap-on harness, gleaming under the soft candlelight.

"Clara, this is..." Lady Eleanor's voice trailed off, her face a mix of shock and intrigue.

Clara's smile softened, becoming almost tender. "Don't worry, Eleanor. It's nothing to be afraid of. Just a way for us to explore...new pleasures together."

I felt a strange warmth spread through me, a mixture of fear and excitement. The room seemed to close in around us, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Clara stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch Lady Eleanor's arm. "Trust me," she whispered, her voice a seductive murmur. "It will be an experience you'll never forget."

Lady Eleanor's eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching. When she opened them again, there was a new resolve in her gaze. "Very well," she said, her voice steady. "Let's see where this leads."

Clara's grin returned, wider than ever. "Excellent choice," she said, turning her attention to me. "Evelyn, are you ready to join us?"

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. But the look in Clara's eyes, the promise of something forbidden and thrilling, was too much to resist. "Yes," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm ready."

Clara's laugh was soft and approving. "Then let's begin," she said, her voice a purr. "Together."

Clara's fingers moved with practiced ease as she adjusted the strap-on harness, her movements fluid and confident. The metallic glint of the device caught the light, casting a soft sheen across the room. Lady Eleanor and I watched in a mix of fascination and trepidation, our breaths shallow and synchronized.

"Here," Clara said, holding out the harness to me. "Why don't you help me with this?"

I hesitated for a moment, then reached out, my hands trembling slightly as I took the cool, smooth material. Clara guided my fingers to the straps, showing me how to fasten them securely around her waist. The weight of the device was heavier than I expected, and I could feel the heat radiating from Clara's body through the fabric.

"Perfect," Clara murmured, her eyes locking onto mine. "Now, let's see if we can make this...enjoyable for everyone."

She turned to Lady Eleanor, who stood frozen, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Eleanor, why don't you sit on the chaise lounge? I think it would be more comfortable for you."

Lady Eleanor nodded, her movements slow and deliberate as she settled herself onto the plush velvet cushions. Clara knelt beside her, her hand gently brushing against Eleanor's thigh. "Relax," Clara whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "Just let yourself feel."

I watched, entranced, as Clara leaned in closer, her lips grazing Eleanor's ear. "Close your eyes," she commanded softly. "And imagine all the ways we can pleasure you."

Lady Eleanor complied, her eyelids fluttering shut. Clara's hand moved higher, tracing delicate patterns on Eleanor's inner thigh. Her touch was firm yet gentle, coaxing a soft gasp from Eleanor's lips.

"Evelyn," Clara said, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Come here. Join us."

I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest. Clara guided me to kneel on the other side of Eleanor, positioning me so that I could see every expression, every subtle movement. "Take her hand," Clara instructed. "Let her know you're here with her."

I did as I was told, my fingers intertwining with Eleanor's. Her skin was warm and soft, and I could feel the rapid pulse of her heartbeat against my palm. Clara's hand never stopped moving, her touch becoming bolder, more insistent.

"That's it," Clara purred. "Feel each other. Let the sensations wash over you."

Lady Eleanor's breath hitched again, her body arching slightly as Clara's fingers found their mark. I could see the tension in her muscles, the way her hips shifted ever so slightly, seeking more. Clara's other hand moved to the front of the harness, adjusting the angle until it pressed firmly against Eleanor's core.

"Ready?" Clara asked, her voice low and husky.

Lady Eleanor nodded, her lips parting in a silent plea. Clara's hand tightened on the harness, guiding it forward with a slow, deliberate thrust. Eleanor's back arched further, her head tilting back as a moan escaped her lips.

"Good," Clara breathed. "So good."

I watched, mesmerized, as Clara continued to move, her rhythm steady and unyielding. Lady Eleanor's moans grew louder, her body responding to the relentless pressure. Clara's free hand moved to cup Eleanor's breast, her thumb teasing the hardened nipple through the fabric of her gown.

"Evelyn," Clara said, her voice a command. "Touch her. Make her feel everything."

I hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, my hand mirroring Clara's movements. My fingers brushed against Eleanor's other breast, feeling the warmth and softness beneath the lace. She gasped, her body trembling under our combined touch.

"Yes," Clara whispered. "Like that. Keep going."

I followed Clara's lead, my touch growing bolder as I explored Eleanor's body. Her moans became more urgent, her hips bucking against the harness. Clara's thrusts matched her pace, driving deeper with each movement.

"Look at her," Clara said, her voice filled with awe. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

I nodded, my eyes fixed on Eleanor's face. Her features were contorted with pleasure, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in a silent cry. Clara's hand moved to the back of Eleanor's neck, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, a passionate exchange that left no doubt about the intensity of their connection.

"Now," Clara said, breaking the kiss and turning to me. "Your turn."

Before I could react, Clara had pulled me closer, her lips crashing against mine with a force that took my breath away. Her tongue invaded my mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that mirrored the passion between her and Eleanor. My hands instinctively moved to her hips, gripping the fabric of her gown as I tried to steady myself.

Clara's hand moved down to the front of the harness, guiding it towards me. "Spread your legs," she commanded, her voice thick with desire.

I obeyed, my thighs parting as Clara positioned the harness between them. The cold metal pressed against my most intimate place, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. Clara's hand moved to my hip, steadying me as she began to thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that made my head spin. Clara's lips never left mine, her tongue continuing its relentless exploration as her hips moved in perfect sync with the harness. I could feel the pressure building inside me, a tidal wave of arousal that threatened to consume me.

"That's it," Clara whispered against my lips. "Let go. Feel everything."

And with those words, I did. My body convulsed, a powerful orgasm ripping through me as I cried out into Clara's mouth. She held me tight, her thrusts never faltering as she rode out the waves of my pleasure.

When it finally subsided, I collapsed against Clara, my body trembling with exhaustion. She kissed me one last time, her lips lingering against mine as she pulled away.

"Beautiful," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "All three of us."