Amélie or the forbidden pleasures 3

Amélie stretches luxuriously in the warm Roman bath. Closing her eyes, frowning slightly, her mind wanders back to her husband. Why does he prefer whores to her? Once again, she curses her father's choice
The water ripples and she feels a mouth on hers, long legs entrapping her. Lazily opening her eyes, she sees her friend Marie tracing arabesques on her wet skin. Nipples hardened and raspy breath, she returns the embrace passionately. Life is not that bad, after all.
From the third floor, a tormented Viscount watches the scene below, gripping the balcony railing until his knuckles turn white.