Uncommon Places, Book 3 in Autumn Club Series

Chapter 7

Bea curled up in the large bed. Her wedding day had been quite...eventful. Sleep had come to her easily after a few more rounds with Damien.

Thomas had picked her up and carried her to bed after a lazy meal on the parlor floor. She couldn't help wonder where the men were this morning.

Getting up, she felt soreness throughout her limbs and core. No one ever mentioned the athleticism required to have sex.

She couldn't believe she had fucked Damien. With Thomas - her husband - there no less. She had just met him. He was a stranger.

When she came down to breakfast, both men were sitting chatting about politics and reading the paper. Their conversation was easy and like an old married couple.

"Good morning, gentlemen," she greeted breaking their discussion about the latest vote in parliament. For some reason she felt awkward. Nervous.

"There she is! We thought you would sleep all day," Thomas said as he stood to pull out Bea's chair. "Good morning, darling."

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "How could I sleep knowing what...or who...is awaiting me below?" She tried to sound confident, but knew she was failing miserably.

"Oh Tommy, I believe our little vixen is referring to us!" Damien grabbed her hand and began to pull her over to sit on his lap.

"Damien! I can't always sit on your lap!" She squealed.

He nuzzled his nose into her neck. "Mm, yes, you can, my dearest. Mm, like sunshine and rain."

The breath against her sensitive neck lit up her insides. Bea darted her eyes around the room to see if they were alone.

"Don't worry, darling. The servants are taking the rest of the morning off," Thomas assured her.

"At this point, I may as well let them go and have us fend for ourselves. They vacation more than work," Damien noted as he began to kiss the column of Bea's neck. It occurred to her that Damien mentioned that he would let them go. Not Thomas. Perhaps he did have run of the house.

"I couldn't live like that," Thomas chuckled as he watched Damien kiss his wife.

"But Bea could be naked all day long," Damien suggested as his hand dipped into her decollate and found her breast. "She is such a cock hungry little thing. Shame that she is covered with all of this frippery."

Damien pinched her nipple as he spoke those words into her neck. Her head fell back, and Damien took advantage by kissing her neck. He scooted the chair where they sat back from the breakfast table.

"Show your Daddy your wet pussy, Bea," Damien instructed. His hand that wasn't occupied in her dress, began lifting her skirts. Her legs automatically opened as she helped him lift the fabric.

Thomas watched the display. "God you are so beautiful, darling girl."

"Take her drawers off Thomas. Be of use," Damien growled as his hands squeezed her breast and thigh. "I need to be inside her."

Thomas went to his knees and began to pull down her drawers. His fingers trailed down her skin as he went. Bea recalled the day before. Thomas didn't get many opportunities to touch her. He watched, and eventually Damien allowed him to rub himself to completion. It was extremely arousing for Bea to see him enjoy her so much.

But Bea missed Thomas's touch and kisses. "Daddy, please kiss me." She was panting a bit now - excited for what was to come.

"Come along Tommy. Give her what she wants."

Thomas rose up on his knees and kissed Bea. Gentle at first. Then he increased the pressure. It was like adding fuel to her desires. She reached out to him to pull him close.

Damien kept feeling her body. Taking advantage of her distracted state, he began to undo her buttons and peel her dress from her heated body.

"That's it, pet. Show Tommy how he makes you feel." Damien began to undo his pantaloons and move her skirts to the the side more. He moved his hand between her folds. She was wet and swollen with desire. "God, you are always so needy. Aren't you?"

"Mmm, yes. I love this," she moaned on Thomas's lips. Thomas raised his hand to grab the back of her neck to deepen the kiss.

Bea squirmed in her spot, forcing Damien's fingers to run over her slit. She couldn't understand how needy she got when these men got near her.

"She is made for this," Damien chuckled as he pulled his cock from between them. He tilted her hips so that he could enter her from behind.

"Oh fuck!" Bea screamed as she came down on Damien's large cock. Thomas sat back a bit to observe, but Bea quickly pulled him back. "Daddy please," she begged.

"I'm here, baby," he cooed. Thomas kissed her as she began to ride Damien.

"That's it. Fuck that cock," Damien groaned out. His crude nature in direct contrast to Thomas's nurturing ways. "Your husband likes you being a slut with his friend. He knows my cock owns you. He knows you love it. Fuck!"

Damien slapped his palm on Bea's clit. The sting was all she needed to cum. She grabbed Thomas's hair and neck, and screamed out her orgasm. "Do you love it, baby girl?"

Bea looked up at her new husband with hazy, watery eyes and nodded. Thomas stroked her cheek as he observed her face to see if she was telling the truth.

"Tommy!" Damien said to get his attention. "Clean her up, why dontcha?"

Thomas, never broke his gaze with Bea, but lowered his head to where Damien still connected with his wife. Damien's cock was softening, but still remained hard enough to stay inside her.

Thomas licked the cum that had dripped from her pussy. Around her hole and slit. A few times he accidentally touched Damien's shaft. When he did, Damien would inhale through his teeth in a hiss.

Eventually, Damien softened to the point where he fell out of the drenched hole. It gaped open with a puddle of cum trickling down her bottom. Thomas greedily licked and sucked. He even laved her back hole with his tongue.

Bea began to squirm again. It was too much. She was over sensitive after her orgasm. "Daddy, please," she begged.

Thomas took this as his queue. He began to lick her clit with the pointed tip of his tongue. Over and over he flicked it. He took two fingers and placed them inside her. Pumping her as he dragged his finger tips over the spongy agree known to be sensitive to women.

Before he knew it she was cumming. Damien was encouraging her in her ear as he manipulated her heaving breasts.

As she came down she murmured, "No more. Please. So sensitive. So tired."

Both men chuckled as she melted into Damien's lap. She held out her arms to Thomas. "Daddy, bed, please."

Thomas shook his head at how almost childlike she seemed. Drowsy with the after effects of a lusty morning. He picked her up, and motioned for Damien to bring her breakfast with them. Poor girl couldn't live on sex alone.