The frigid wife is one of the classic ploys in romance
literature. A wife who is untried and frightened and the husband who needs to
cajole her into experiencing the sensual part of her nature. It has been used
again and again in many forms and I decided to use it in Seduction of My Proper
Wife but with a twist.
As with many of my stories; a third party is involved in the
de-frigiding (yes I know it is not a word) of the wife, Lillian. But this time
that third party is a paid companion...a female paid companion. There is a
line in the book that says a woman is much more gentler with these matters.
That is how I show Lillian's awakening, with a woman guiding
her to become aware of her own sensuality. What it awakens in her is a lust for both her husband, Philip, and for the woman who helped her realize her lust for life, Aria.
But it's all in how a threesome will last when Victorian morals were too rigid and condemning.
Seduction of my Proper Wife: A Victorian Menage at the Parisian Expostion
Curious, Lillian wanted to touch
the fine fabric, to push it aside and see what lay behind the covering, but
Hasina acted as if on a mission and hurried her along. No doubt, Lillian
thought bitterly, because the Egyptian wished to close the monetary deal with
Philip.
But then they reached the far end
of the hallway and those thoughts fled in the face of such vibrancy.
The candle-lighted walls were
painted in vivid colors, some with floral designs, others with life-like
representations of people. Dozens of rugs covered the floor, each an intricate
pattern colorfully and beautifully finished down to the last stitch. Dazzling
pillows covered the rugs, and as far as Lillian could see no chairs populated
the room.
In the center of the room a working
fountain sat, water gushing out of the top to trickle down the rest of the
tiers. Above that a small domed skylight allowed in the faintest of moonlight.
Only now did women start to move
into the room from behind curtained doors. Lillian stared, unable to stop
herself. If she’d been mesmerized by the gracefully undulating bodies before,
she was shocked and enthralled now.
These women had discarded any
semblance of modesty and walked into the room clad only in a single swath of
the sheer fabric they danced in. Their tops, the triangle-cut material that
barely covered their breasts and was held up only by the thinnest of strings
tied behind them.
Beneath the fabric they were
completely bare.
Lillian stiffened and, realizing
how she stared, lowered her eyes from the sight.
She felt Hasina patiently waiting
beside her, but it took a moment for Lillian to raise her eyes and quell her
embarrassment enough to look at the other woman. When she eventually did,
Hasina moved to stand before her.
“This is our common room,” Hasina
said as she waved to the women, who had taken a keen interested in Lillian,
behind her. “Here you’ll find some of my girls relaxing or enjoying a meal. On
rare occasions, a gentleman or two will enjoy this space with the girls.”
That last statement surprised
Lillian. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be here, but then that had been
foolish of her to assume. If Philip could procure their services for her,
then of course these women were sold to men who wished to enjoy them.
