He stood up and Verawati followed him.
Akopa stayed seated on the low cushions, positioned so that nothing would be hidden from him. The velvet walls and the explicit paintings seemed to lean in around the three of them.
Verawati turned her back to Jolthar and lifted her arms. He drew the silk gown down her body in one motion. It pooled at her feet. She wore nothing underneath. Her body was soft in the places maturity softens a woman, full-breasted, wide-hipped, the skin of her ass and thighs smooth and pale in the lamplight. She glanced once over her shoulder at her husband, then looked forward again.
Jolthar opened his own clothes without ceremony.
Verwati grinned seeing his veiny cock and was impressed with the size of it.
"I'm going to make you hard now, Count."
She got down on her knees in front of Jolthar and started to stroke him, gripping him with her two hands.
