Uncommon Places, Book 3 in Autumn Club Series

Chapter 8

Or could she survive on sex alone? It felt like every day Bea's libido was being tested. The two men in her life often teased that they had never met a woman as sexually driven.

Eventually the three needed to come out of their safe cocoon. "Darling, married couples must still go out in public," Thomas tried to explain to his new wife.

"But Daddy," she whined. He rolled his eyes knowing she wouldn't continue her complaints because she knew it was true.

The three were in the bed that they shared most nights. Damien nuzzled into Bea's neck, "Thomas, you are such a bore. No wonder she needs me here." He traced her nipple with his finger to watch it get hard.

"Damien, if you want to keep suspicions low, then we must play the game. Perhaps we need to go to my estate for a bit. Until, the season winds down or until Bea can control her wanton ways." He teased her. Thomas was reading the paper with his spectacles perched on his nose and back against the headboard.

"Don't speak of such things! My girl will always be wanton," Damien defended Bea with a pinch of her nipple. "One ball then we leave."

"Who can I dance with, Damien? I mean I can't dance with you, right?" Bea seemed saddened. She had grown to care for both men over the last several days.

"Well, you shall dance exclusively with me, my dear," Damien said. "I'm pretty sure the ton would understand if you don't want to dance with that old dullard you call 'husband.'"

Thomas looked down at the two lovers who were still naked after several hours of fucking the night before as he looked on from the settee. They had finally let him in bed and Bea rubbed him until he got off. He loved how Damien treated him. The idea of not being allowed to dance with his own wife was unbelievably arousing.

"But I love dancing with Daddy," Bea looked up at her handsome older husband. She would never get tired of his kind features.

"Darling, Daddy loves dancing with you, too. But we must listen to Damien. No pouting," he scolded her like a child.

"The rumors will be something else, hm, Tommy? They will whisper about how you must be impotent at your age. Poor old thing," Damien laughed out loud. "Let's see it Tommy. Can you get hard for our girl?"

Thomas all of a sudden felt shy. Even though he was naked under the covers, he didn't like being the center of their attention. But he loved to comply with Damien. He always did.

Thomas lowered the covers down past his erection. "Damn, Tommy! Your little pecker looks bigger today. What do you think, love?"

"Yes, Damien, it is very nice this morning." Both men could tell that Bea was getting aroused. It was something they saw often. She wasn't good at hiding her feelings.

Damien moved up from her neck to her ear, "Touch it."

Bea turned her head to look in Damien's eyes, then turned back to look at Thomas. His cock was at eye level since Thomas was sitting up. She raised her hand and touched the soft skin of his hard dick. She turned her body so she was facing him and Damien was to her back.

Thomas looked down where they met, and then his eyes drifted to Damien who was now wrapped around her back - watching her explore her husband. Thomas watched Damien rub his finger tips all over her naked body. Exposing her as he went.

Then Damien met Thomas's eyes. "Do you like that, Tommy? Do you like your wife touching you?"

"Y-yes," Thomas replied. "I love it."

"Lick him, Bea. Get his little cock wet," he instructed the woman who never denied him.

Thomas almost came immediately at the words and the soft touch of her warm tongue. "Look at me though, Tommy. Not her. Me. Watch me explore her body. Watch me fuck her tight pussy."

With that Damien stroked lower down Bea's body to where she was tender from all of their fucking. But she was wet and grinding back on his hand.

Damien lifted her thigh up and made room behind her for his cock. "Watch, Tommy." As he slid into Thomas's wife's cunt.

Bea bit back a moan over Thomas's cock. "Damien," she sighed. It was never Thomas's name she said. Often she moaned 'Daddy', but never Thomas. And he was fine with that. He wanted her to crave Damien. He needed her to crave him.

Damien looked up at Thomas. "She loves it, Tommy. I bet she is having my baby, Tommy. The next lord of the manor is a commoner. Fuck!" Damien was making himself aroused with his words and actions.

And to the surprise of them all, he reached over to where Thomas's cock entered Bea's mouth. He took the cock from her and gave it a few strokes and then ordered Thomas to cum. It was almost like a reflex. Cum was oozing down his shaft almost immediately after feeling and hearing Damien. They had never done this before, and it was incredibly arousing.

Damien finished shortly after with Bea cumming on his fingers. All three spent some time catching their breaths.

"So, which ball?" Bea spoke up after some time to break the fog of completed sex.

Damien and Thomas laughed. It was the furthest thought from their minds to be sure. "I could literally give two sh-"

"Damien! Language please," Thomas scolded as the ever vigilant father figure. "The Cranston ball is in two days. Enough time to reply to the invitation and buy a new gown for Beatrix."

"A new gown!? How exciting. My first gown as a married lady!"

"Make sure it is easy to get on and off, love. My patience for women's clothing is very thin," Damien chuckled. "I used to have Tommy be the ladies maid for our conquests."

Bea hated when he spoke of their past lovers. She knew the odds of meeting one of those ladies was slim, but she knew that she would want to commit murder if they came upon one.

Jealousy was a funny mistress. She wasn't jealous of seeing Damien touch Thomas, but the thought of another lady made her see red. Even thinking of Thomas's deceased wife, Grace, made her jealous. It was ridiculous.

"I want it to be red!" She blurted.

"Red?" Damien and Thomas said in unison not really sure what she was talking about.

"The gown, you sillies. I want a crimson gown. Something that shows that I'm more worldly. That I'm a woman. May I?" She asked looking at Damien for permission.

"Of course, love. Whatever you desire. I have no doubt you will be a vision."

"Yes, darling. We will have to beat the men off with sticks," Thomas added. He wasn't giving permission, only agreeing with Damien. He knew not to take control in these matters. Bea was in essence Damien's woman. Thomas had no say in these matters. Nor did he want any.