Author's Note:
More characters, more fun, right? Enjoy!
After their very satisfying interlude in the Home Wood clearing, Peter suggested touring the Dower House since it was just a quick walk from the site of their debauchery. It was actually in much better condition than the old caretakers had led Peter to believe. They even found several pieces of beautiful, well-preserved mahogany furniture under holland covers in the attic.
As Juliet was holding her skirts up and picking her way through the dust and debris, she said, "But Robert, I don't think Peter or I want you to feel tied down only to us. I saw that look you gave Alice the day you arrived, after all."
Robert laughed at Juliet's concern. "What, that little blonde maid? We flirted for a bit, of course, but then she said she had to go help Swinton with some errand or other."
"She and Swinton are betrothed," Juliet said just as Peter drawled with a chuckle, "I'll wager I know what kind of errand that was."
Robert raised his eyebrows. "Is that the way the wind lies, then? I'll take care; I wouldn't want to get on Swinton's bad side. The man's as solid as a tree trunk."
Peter slung his arm around Robert's shoulders. "No, no, sir! You don't know what kind of man our Tom is. He wouldn't give a tinker's damn what you did with Alice, as long as he got to watch."
"Is that so?" said Robert with a sly smile. "And you wouldn't mind, Jules?"
Juliet blushed as a demure, well-bred damsel should. Her words, however, did not match her outward, docile appearance. "I find I am of the same mind as Swinton, my dear Robert," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her hazel eyes.
It was no surprise that an army of villagers descended on the Dower House the next day, Peter being the efficient, ever resourceful steward that he was. Some of them had already been on the grounds, working on the small repairs that Blackburn Cottage needed in the more neglected wing of the house. Kit had insisted they shift their attention to the Dower House, despite Juliet and Robert's protests. He also insisted that he front the bill for it.
"Consider it a wedding present," he said in his typical, carefree, merry way. They were at dinner the next evening, the entire company somewhat tired from the day's exertions. Several of them had traveled the path to and from the Dower House more than once.
"But Kit," Juliet tried again. "My dowry is more than sufficient to cover the repairs. It's not as if we'll be purse-pinched."
"I've plenty of blunt myself," he said easily. "And who's to say you three will stay there for long? It's an excellent investment for us to have that property in good, working condition."
Juliet blushed at the casual mention of the fact that she would be sharing the house ostensibly with Peter and Robert.
"I am in total agreement with Kit," said Violet, smiling benevolently from her seat at the opposite end of the table. "In fact, I must say that I, at least, am motivated by selfishness in wanting to help bring the Dower House in order. It would mean a great deal to me to have you so close, Jules. And to see you finally happy!"
Robert cleared his throat and looked slightly sheepish at her reference to Juliet's earlier infelicity.
"Oh, sir," Violet laughed. "You are more than forgiven for your absence now that you have made my sister so happy. And you, too, Peter." She smiled warmly, turning to the man in question. It was clear she had drunk several glasses of wine now and as Kit watched her giggle adorably across the table, her tits jiggling enticingly in her low-cut bodice, he felt himself harden. She always had this effect on him, and when she was at this half-sprung stage, he found her inhibitions lowered even more. Kit found himself wondering how quickly they could retire to bed.
It was soon apparent that all present were eager for their beds, although Kit had his doubts that any of them were going to sleep any time soon. He led his clinging wife to her bedchamber and as soon as he shut the door behind them, she threw herself at him with welcoming eagerness.
"Oh Kit, I want you so much," she panted between kisses as they struggled out of their clothing, laughing and cursing in equal measures. "I've been wet all evening thinking of your big, hard cock."
Kit groaned. Violet had taken to saying the most scandalous things, as if she knew how much they inflamed his lust. He ripped her chemise off and lifted her against the closed door. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and he thrust his swollen member against her sex, which was indeed, dripping wet. He ground against her as they kissed deeply, tongues tangling.
Violet held onto his shoulders and moaned, shifting her hips against him, seeking more friction, wanting him to impale her on his thick rod. "Kit, please!" she gasped as he lowered his head and sucked a taut nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. After giving both nipples attention for several minutes until Violet was writhing and begging even more, he swung them away from the door and walked to the bell-pull. Holding her with one hand, he rang it.
"But Kit--!" Violet said as he then carried her to the chaise lounge. "We're not decent!"
"That's the idea, darling," he said and gave her a kiss on her mouth, half open in surprise and outrage. "Don't worry, I spoke to Tom and Alice about this earlier."
At his words, the adjoining door opened and Alice stepped inside from the shared dressing rooms. She was completely naked and her yellow curls bounced around her face. She curtsied with a cheeky smile and came towards them.
