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Truth be told she had never intended for things to play out the way they had. She had married a lord, albeit of smaller standing than her elder brother. A low ranked barron. And the widower of her sister-in-law’s cousin at that. After many a year swearing up and down that she would never marry she had done just the opposite. A feat that had surprised all in her family, even herself if she was being honest.
Sir Phillip was an interesting character when she had first started correspondence with him. A somewhat moody Lord that preferred the presence of plants more than those of others, much less his children. Overall she had found him interesting initially and had allowed him to set the pace for their relationship and what would eventually result in their marriage.
To which if she looked back on it now, should have never happened. The man was dreadfully boring. Could not hold a proper topic of interesting conversation. And even worse.
Could not make her desire him. Could not ignite a passion within her. Could not make her wet.
The few times they had tried, their wedding night included. She had been as dry as the desserts described in the pages of the books she’d read. And after many a failed attempt for him to insert himself, they had been successful. Much to their mutual frustration. For he did not wish to force her if she could not find herself in the mood to “welcome” him within her depth. And she could not find it within herself to make herself wet enough for him to penetrate her.
Sadly she did not know if they would ever be able to consummate their marriage so to speak. A sad fact, for her elder sister had confided in her on more than one occasion how joyous it was to engage in the marital act with one’s husband.
Much to her frustration as she did not delight in hearing about her sister’s marital relations with her Lord husband.
Albeit they had yielded a most important finding. Her sister loved her Lord husband. And it was that fact that ignited the passions within her to invite him into her bed. A fact that should have been glaringly obvious to Eloise prior to her accepting to wed Sir Phillip.
She did not love him.
And so might never wish to invite him into her chambers.
A fact that frustrated her to end.
And so it was with that in mind that she had found herself a year into marriage, feeling unfulfilled and dry as the so-called sahara.
Which in hindsight is how she had had the fortuitous happenstance of running into Lady Cressida Cowper, at a ball of all things. A lady of three and ten in her own right, having stayed unmarried and having inherited the Cowper title of earl from her Lordly father, the latter due to a “grand new experiment” the new King George IV had enacted as one of his first acts as king. No doubt wishing to make a splash as the newly crowned King of England.
Suffice it to say their reconnection had initially not gone too well. They had never patched their falling out all those many years ago and so they both held feelings of resentment for one another.
And so it came to both of their surprise, when one second they were arguing with one another. And the next Cressida had her pressed up against a bookshelf, the both of them having left the ball to argue amongst themselves. At their age they were a lot more aware of how they would look in the eyes of the ton at large. And Eloise’s husband had been much too preoccupied speaking with one Lord or another about the latest species of plant discovered in the amazonas.
The feeling of Cressida as she pressed her into the bookshelf and ran her hands across her body, freely groping and feeling about as she pleased excited her. It thrilled her.
It ignited something she had not known could even be ignited within her before.
And the sensation between her legs was delightful. And inviting.
She wanted her. She wanted Cressida.
The blonde that she’d called a tart, a bimbo, an aggravating wench. For many a year for all that would care to listen.
The many years of unresolved tension between them had always left her frustrated. Had left her unconsciously wanting to seek her out. Much to her realization as she felt a bulge press into her.
To say that she had been surprised was an understatement. For she had not known that ladies could even grow such pieces of genitalia.
That did not mean to say that she wanted it any less. The very fact that she had pulled Cressida closer into her and subsequently ground herself into the blonde was proof enough.
And as she felt Cressida hike her dress up and enter her a moment later, she felt the ever pleasant sting of her girth. The stretch of her womanhood as she sank into the blonde’s member. As she felt Cressida lift her up and move up into her. Over and over. The lewd sounds of their thriste evident for all to hear. She had never been more glad for the ever loud sounds of the orchestra playing at balls, than in that moment.
“I’ve wanted to do this for years,” Cressida moaned into her ear as she took her against the bookshelf, as she drove herself deeper and deeper within her depths. As their mixed juices seeped between their legs.
They wanted each other. And perhaps they always had, for what else could have driven them to this. To this debauchery. To this act of lust.
She could not remember how many times she had allowed the blonde to spend within her that night. Two? Three? It might just have been five if she was honest.
What she did know was that it would not be the last time that they would engage in such acts.
It was a matter of when.
For her husband dearly loved to stay around the family estate and tend to his flowers.
And so it was with that in mind that she had suggested he take the children with him to his estate in Wales to look upon the species of flowers there. In order to better cultivate their love of folia much like his was cultivated as a boy.
An idea that her Lord husband had happily agreed to as he’d promised to return to her soon, a look of love and adoration on his features as he kissed her goodbye and took off with the children.
And so as she presently found herself on her back, naked as the day she came into the world. Cressida atop her with her legs around her shoulders, driving into her. She could not find it within her to care if her husband were to ever find out about this affair.
For that is what it was afterall.
An affair. Driven by lust. And perhaps more? That she did not know yet.
What she did was that she loved having the blonde atop her as she took her on her marital bed. Erasing Phillip’s smell as she ravaged her without a care in the world.
Propriety be damned! Scandal be damned! Honor be damned! When one could feel so good.
So full and fulfilled.
– - - x - - - -
“You’re so tight for me,” Cressida moaned as she drove into Eloise Crane with abandon. In truth the blonde knew how she found herself in this situation. She was in love with Eloise.
She always had been. Albeit it had taken her getting banished to her aunt’s estate in Wales to realize it. A hard reality it had been.
And to be honest she had not thought that she would ever have the chance to chance upon Eloise once more. Least of all after she had heard that she had married. And to a man no less.
It had angered her and had caused her many a sleepless night as she’d thought about missed opportunities. A lost love that she would never be able to have.
And so it was that when they’d ran into each other at a ball of all things. She’d tried to engage in earnest conversation. But things do not always go the way one plans them. And she had gotten into an argument soon after with the brunet.
An argument that had led to more.
The more being taking her lost love’s virginity it seemed as she had felt the push back of Eloise’s womanhood as she had penetrated her for the first time. She had been a virgin. A fact that had surprised her as the younger lady had been married for just barely more than a year. Surely her husband would have claimed that by now.
It seemed he had not.
The fool.
More to his loss.
And oh how much it would be his loss indeed! For now that she had Eloise she would not let her go. She could not bear to be apart from her lady now that she had her.
As the felt Eloise tighten around her she could not help but admire the exquisite woman that lay underneath her. Her curves were sinful. The feel of her skin to die for. The sounds their skin made as they came together in a harmony of souls was downright delicious.
She would not be parted from Eloise.
As she fucked the brunet through her orgasm she could not help herself as she removed the legs from around her shoulders and around her waist. She could not help but come down to meet Eloise’s lips in a frenzy of kisses. Passion laced within each one as she felt the brunet milk her for all that she was worth.
She could not help the words fall from her lips as she made to pull out only to have Eloise keep her within, her legs locking her in place, “I never wish to be parted from you”
She could not help the fear as she watched a mild look of shock appear on Eloise’s face for a second before she clenched around her and uttered, “Neither do I”
To say that she was shocked was an understatement, but to say that she could not help herself would be an overstatement as she began to move into Eloise with gusto once more.
“Then stay with me,” she groaned as she felt Eloise’s nail’s rake across her back.
Taking one of Eloise’s nipples in her mouth to sate her carnal lust for the brunet, she could feel the shivers of pleasure as the brunet came on her cock once more.
Moaning out a “yes” as Cressida let the words drive her over the edge once more. Releasing herself into her love with reckless abandon.
— - - - x - - - -
They say that Lord Crane was beside himself with grief. After the loss of his first wife and the subsequent abscondment of his second wife.
None in the ton could pity a man more, for it was such a scandal that the second sister to the esteemed Viscount Bridgerton, had thrown all propriety out the window. By running away with Lady Cressida Cowper the Countess of Cowper.
Without the decency of telling him the fact to his face, just a singular parchment stating that she would be seeking an annulment of their marriage due to it not having been consummated.
What a sad fact indeed.
Even more of a scandal when just half a year later the lady in question was revealed to have found herself to be with child, the father? Why none other than the Lady Cowper as she had come out to reveal the knowledge of having the necessary appendage to get a lady with child.
A fact that might have had her running for the hills for it not for the protection of the King as he had doubled down on his protection for a member of his “grand experiment” of titleship for ladies.
And so it was that Lord Crane could do all but stew in his anger as he was made aware of his former wife’s new marriage and pregnancy.
His plights of reconciliation falling on deaf ears as all his letters came back unread.
None was more pitiful as Lord Crane.
Oh how sordid indeed.