The Virgin Bride: Three For Afternoon Tea - Menage a Trois / The Virgin Bride (ePub)

The Virgin Bride: Three For Afternoon Tea by Joan Russell - 3,676 words - Victorian Erotic Romance. The third in The Virgin Bride Trilogy - Theodosia continues her training as a virgin lover from her wedding night and morning after is introduced to the joys of Ménage a Trois. Learning more about how to please and be pleased by her wealthy, older husband she is loved by him and his best friend. Contains: MfM Threesome, a knotted silk string, pinning, whipping, oral sex, anal sex, double penetration and more. All the characters in these stories are 18 years of age. Adult +. Other Virgin Bride Stories: Wedding Night, The Morning After and The Virgin Bride Erotic 3-Pack.

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"Thea, may I introduce Rolf Depoe. Rolf, my bride Theodosia Upjohn," James made the formal introductions.

Rolf tensed his body, reached forward, grasped my hand, bent forward and pressed my knuckles to his lips, "It is a pleasure, Mrs. Upjohn."
James pulled back my chair and seated me. Once I was in place the two gentlemen seated themselves.

The next hour was passed in pleasant conversation as the footmen served watercress sandwiches on buttered bread with the crusts removed, hot buns and assorted fruit tarts. The fare was set of by a mild oolong tea which I poured from a silver pot adding hot water as the steeping made the tea stronger and stronger. As we ate, the two old friends plied me with stories about my husband's adventures that described his rise to wealth from humble beginnings as a cabin boy on a three masted schooner. It had been his knowledge of the shipping business - derived from a Captain who had developed a great affection for the inquisitive boy - coupled with his fortunate marriage to the wealthy Widow Blessington, which had given him the resources from which to grow his fortune.

"I was very lucky," he said - as he had said before.

I listened, laughed, enjoyed the conversation and waited for what would come next. The symbolism of the jeweled collar had not been lost on me. The presence of a friend was the question. Had he been invited to spend a pleasant afternoon sipping tea or to participate in an afternoon in who knew what ways? That last thought sent chills down my spine. On rare occasions the gossiping women at home had spoken of such things. I had discounted what they said as a mistake, something I hadn't understood properly. Now I wasn't quite so certain.

At last James and Rolf stood. James came to my chair and pulled it back. Once again he clipped the leash onto the collar but offered me his arm. The three of us began to walk together. James didn't present an explanation, but led me up the stairs toward his bedroom.

"James, I…."

"You are not to question," he said. "The collar releases you of all inhibition and responsibility. You are in my complete control."