The Duke's Dilemma: Regency Romance Menage Short Stories

by Lacoste, G. G.

  “It is nice to meet you as well Tom. Dex has told me a lot about you. I love him a bunch too.” Betsy smiled.

  “You two run along and enjoy a bit of time alone!” Tom shooed them off to the cabin.

  Dex looked at Betsy as they got inside. “You are so beautiful. I can’t believe all the waiting has finally come to an end.”, he said.

  She was nervous about having sex, but there was more of her mind that was thrilled by the idea of making love to her husband for the first time in their marriage. “So I want you to show me those other more intimate things now.”, she smiled shyly.

  He turned red for a second, but then she saw the passion cross over his face and he was on her quickly. He kissed her as deeply as he had at the train station, but he added in more passion.

  Betsy felt his hands roaming her body and she moaned as they lit a path of fire burning her skin alone the journey.

  “Do you like that honey?”, he whispered into her ear.

  “Oh yes, so much.” Betsy said and bit his neck under the ear.

  Dex growled into her ear and took her and lowered her to the rug that was in front of the fireplace. For the first time he noticed a fire burning, Tom must have started it for the couple before they got here. He smiled at the old man’s gesture, he would thank him later.

  He switched his mind back to the young female who was now lying naked in front of him. He kissed her right nipple and let his teeth graze over her hardness. She arched her hips towards his body.

  Betsy loved the feeling that his mouth and lips were shooting all over her body. She lifted her hips again and felt his hardness as it brushed over her. She moaned loudly. “Please take me now.”, she pleaded with him.

  He didn’t keep her waiting and pushed forward slowly with his hardness. She felt it pierce her layer of skin and felt a pinch of pain for a minute. But then everything got hazy as all she felt was pleasure with his thrusts into her body.

  Betsy got the rhythm and started to push her hips up as Dex would thrust downward. She sped up her body and soon their bodies could be heard slapping together. Her breathing sped up more too and she could feel a low rumbling of something in her body. Betsy screamed out loudly as her first climax hit her body. She felt her legs begin to shake and tremble with pleasure and shock. “Oh my goodness Dex, oh wow, that was amazing.”, she said.

  Dex wasn’t done and he slowly thrust into her at first and only put a small portion of his full length into her. Betsy couldn’t take the tiny thrusts anymore and soon was thrusting her body up into him. Even though he tried to pull back, she grabbed him and held him. Though he was much bigger he was able to pull back enough so that no matter how she tried she couldn’t get his full length into her body.

  Finally he pushed into her fully and she moaned loudly. He went in and out of her like a piston and could feel his body reaching its climax. He screamed out as he felt her clamp over his manhood and his sperm shot out into her waiting haven.

  He collapsed on top of her, sweat was pouring off of both of their bodies. Dex kissed her lightly on the cheek and then on the mouth. “I love you Mrs. Harden.”

  “I love you too Mr. Harden.” Betsy smiled and kissed him on the lips.

  He wrapped her up in his arms and they lay there for a while just enjoying the bliss of their lovemaking.

  THE END

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  Hungry for Love

  Mail Order Bride Romance

  By: Sam Slater

  Hungry for Love

  This is where Description: Gail Wynd is newly widowed and has an 8 year old son. She is worried about the future and wants to find a husband. She hopes that a new man will be the right one for her. She wants to find someone who will treat them both well. But she would also like to find love, something she feels she has been missing for years. Placing a classified in the paper, she hopes to find her knight in shining armor.

  Gareth Wilson has lost his wife, and wants to find a woman. He wouldn’t mind finding love either. However, he isn’t sure about the female race and if there are any good women out there or not. He answers a classified and sends for a woman who is widowed. Even though she has a son, he is willing to marry her.

  Gail Wynd’s world was falling apart around her quickly. Her husband had just been killed about a month ago and now she was sitting with her son Sam, wondering what to do. For the past 7 years she had simply stayed at home to raise their child. Gail hadn’t needed to work. Her husband got paid quite nicely by the Texas Rangers.

  But now, with his death, their money would soon run out, and then what would she do? They had married when she was 20 years old and she hadn’t worked before that time. Really the only thing she could do was cook, but she didn’t want to work at the hotel, if she would even get the job.

  Her parents were gone from this world now, so she couldn’t go and stay with them. She looked at Sam. He was the spitting image of his father.

  “Oh Sammy, I’m not sure what we will do.” Gail said. She hadn’t expected an answer. Sam was sleeping right now. He was exhausted from crying all day. She hadn’t been able to shield the news from him. She had been taken so off guard by the messenger.

  Now that Sam was asleep she could gladly let go of her emotions. The tears rolled down her face as she felt the grief of her husband passing. “I wish you would still be here.” She cried out, not too loudly though, she didn’t want to wake up Sam.

  “What will I do Dale?” She wanted to shout out at the ceiling. How could he let this happen?, she asked herself.

  Gail ran through her options. Thinking of them as choices that she had, and she had to make the right choice. I could work in the hotel, but I’m almost certain they won’t hire me for the job I would want. Instead they would try and make her a prostitute, or dancer, like they used to call it.

  They would see her as an option to compete with the saloon in one more way. The two were always fighting for the restaurant business. But if she went to ask to cook, they might say “Sure, we’ll hire you.” But her first day of work, she knew she would find out her job had been changed. Gail knew she was good looking. Instead of her 28 years old, she still looked about 20. Her brown hair was long and wavy, and if she wanted to give the wrong idea, she could wear it free flowing. Dale had loved it when she did that.

  She smiled as she thought of him. Gail thought of Dale, her husband for the past 8 years. He had been a sweet man, someone who always treated her right. She had never liked his job though. When she first found out he was a Texas Ranger she had been impressed. She had proudly announced it to everyone she knew.

  Her parents used to tease her saying that she would often talk about Dale’s job more than she did about Dale himself. But she had quickly lost that feeling the first time he came home badly injured from the job.

  Gail had asked him to please leave the Rangers at that time. But he had refused. “It is my life, I can’t leave it.”

  “But what about me and this little one, aren’t we your new life?” She had him at that time when he had woken up after almost dying from the injuries.

  “Well yeah, but you’re my home life, not my real life.” He had said to her.

  The comment had hurt her more than she let on at that point. Not his real life? She thought about the comment now some seven and a half years later. She had relayed the
comment to her mother when he had first said it to her.

  “Mother, he said we weren’t his real life.” She had groused as she patted her belly talking to her mother.

  “Dear you’re the one who let his title impress you so much. You were more than willing to settle for his terms then; you need to be ready now.” Her mother had stated.

  Gail hadn’t been able to deny her mother’s comment at that time, or even now. She had realized that she had been in love with what Dale had done for his job, more than she had been for him. The realization helped her through the grief.

  But she had Sam to think about, how she was going to care for him. She really only had two choices, work as a “dancer”, or put an advertisement in the classifieds as a mail order bride.

  Of these two choices she knew she would take the latter choice. She had never really enjoyed sex, so the thought of having it all the time turned her stomach. She literally shivered from the thought of different men touching her in intimate ways.

  So the man she picked would have to be willing to take on her child. She wasn’t sure if this would be something any man would willingly do. But she had to do something quickly. The money wouldn’t last forever. To make herself look better to possible suitors, she had put in certain terms. It made her and Sam look better as a package deal.

  Gail could cook really well, and she didn’t mind cleaning. Of course she could stomach sex with one man. But to sweeten the deal she put in how much money she was worth, and that at the age of 18 Sam would get a portion of money from the insurance company. It was one of the nice things that his job had brought to her and Sam. But that wasn’t much compensation to her. She had gotten used to being married.

  Too bad it was so much money to put a picture advertisement in the paper, or she would do it. However, she figured that no matter what she looked like, many men would take her for the money. This was about the only way she was going to be able to get married.

  Again the alternative life of a dancer would never be anything she could do. She had to think about Sam as well. Once the teacher and the other kid’s parents knew what she was doing for money, well it would turn bad for Sam.

  He would be ridiculed in school by the other children. He would be unfairly pushed outside of his social circle. They would have to begin associating with women that Gail would never stoop to that level to do. She had been raised by wealthy parents, who had preached about how they looked to the outside world.

  Often times she had to act like they were a normal family, even though inside she was crying out. She was glad that her parents weren’t alive anymore. They had never made her feel loved in all her life. Gail hated to remember those times of her life. She had tried to move on from the pain of her childhood. It had taken a while to do; she had to trust that it was best to let it all go.

  Picking up her paper she began to write down what she wanted her advertisement to say. She had made the choice, it had really been the only choice she had. But for all that time she actually had thought about her other choice. Would being a dancer be so bad? She had always lived by the rules of her strict parents. Not that she wanted to do things that were bad. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t been found out. Hadn’t been touched in ways her parents would surely deny had happened.

  So Gail wondered what it would be like to be in another relationship like that again. At least this time from the start she would know it was a business deal more than anything. Gail hadn’t realized just how much they had given to Dale and her during their marriage. Not until she found the papers in their safe. It had been a place that Dale had warned her was off limits. She had been a good girl. At least he gave her some attention at times.

  She hoped that when Sam was older he would just look like his father. She hoped that he hadn’t picked up the unemotional nature of his father. Now that Dale was out of the picture, maybe she would have a chance. But only if she found the right man, how would this money help her do that though?

  Gail was beginning to rethink her plan of putting all of her worth in the advertisement. She would get all kinds of men answering this type of classified. No she needed something that would make it harder for the man to choose.

  She would put a smaller amount in the classified. Something that would not tempt many, in fact it wouldn’t tempt many at all. In her heart what she really wanted to find was love? She had always desired to feel the love she had felt, or thought she had felt, for Dale.

  Gail had quickly found out that she had learned to hate him through the years. But that wouldn’t be anything she would ever tell Sam. She would have to tell him his father was a hero, a good guy, one who loved them both so much. She could hold the hatred inside of heart though.

  “Can I find love?”, she wished and questioned at the same time.

  But she didn’t want to let that fantasy take her away. This would be more like a business deal, but only for someone who was truly not looking to make money. Perhaps there would be a man out there who is willing to raise Sam as his own.

  No Sam is too old for that, but the wish was nice for a second. So she would have to lie to him as he grew up. When she talked about his father to him, she would change some of the stories she would tell Sam.

  If Sam tried to remember something that would hurt him, she would insert a lie to foul him. He needed to think his father was at least a semi-decent person. But she didn’t really want to do that, she wanted to tell Sam the truth.

  Maybe later, she thought. As he gets older, he may ask questions, and maybe he’ll be different already. He won’t have the same attitude as Dale had, maybe that would happen. If so, she could then tell him what his father was really like. Right now he idolized his father, the other children loved the fact his dad was a Ranger.

  So she would have to hold off on the truth to Sam. But she wanted something different. She really wanted to find love. She only hoped that it wouldn’t make her blind to the men who might answer her classified. She needed to pick the right man, she wanted to say she loved him, and he loved her. That was her biggest wish as she wrote out the advertisement.

  My name is Gail Wynd; I am 28 years old, weigh 135 pounds, and stand 5’ 5”tall. I have brown hair and brown eyes. My hair is long and I can wear it down if you like. I lost my husband a few months back and need help. I want to find an honest man who will help my son and me out. I will marry you and offer you an honest relationship. I have some funds to help with our relocation, and a few months after that.

  She sat and read the advertisement one more time. She reminded herself that it was called a classified. That she was putting in a mail order bride classified. She hoped that some man would take her up on the deal.

  Gail went to post the classified, hoping that it would work. That only a man who was caring would answer the classified. She had left out enough relevant information to make the classified not be something that would interest people looking for a lot of money. If she had said what Dale had done as a job, they might know she had quite a bit of money now.

  But that was missing, along with the age of Sam, because they wouldn’t know how long it would before he got his benefits. If they even knew anything about Texas Rangers. But she was trying to be cautious.

  “Why can’t you just live by yourself, if you have so much money?” She had heard her mother’s voice in her head.

  Gail knew the answer all too quickly. “Because I want to find love that’s why, you never gave me the love I craved.” She had thought in her head.

  Even though she had stopped her mother’s voice from sounding out in her head again, in the end she did hear her mother’s dead laughter. “You’ll never find love, you aren’t lovable.”

  She cringed at the insult. It had been one of her mother’s most hurtful comments. Gail had heard it one too many times when she had been growing up. If she would have met Dale even at a younger age, she would have jumped at his offer of marriage.

  Now Gail knew they, her parents, had made it quite profitable to Dal
e. She had been less loved in her marriage then she had realized. Well at least she had started hating Dale a long time before this moment. Otherwise it might have made this more painful to her.

  “Beat you to the punch Mom.” She thought. She could almost hear her mother’s sigh of disappointment.

  Her mother had loved to point out the comment Gail had shared with her when Dale had been badly injured. It had been before she had hated him, she still loved him at that point. If she had cared about Dale at all, she would have been hurt. “You made me learn how to be hard mother.” She thought.

  Gail would always make sure that her son knew she loved him. It would be vitally important to make sure that Sam didn’t pick up any of their traits. Because her parents had never really been around Sam much, it shouldn’t be hard to accomplish that task.

  Thankfully, that meant she would only have to look for hints of Dale in his personality to come out. When they would show up, she would stop them quickly. Although she wasn’t sure how, she just knew it would happen.

  Chapter 2

  Gareth Wilson sat looking at the classifieds. He was trying to take his mind off of his lost wife. No she wasn’t dead, she had left him. He had come home to find all of her things gone, and her nowhere in sight.

  Perhaps if she had been more caring, he would still be holding on to the fight to get her back. But he was actually quite glad she was gone. He smiled now thinking about it in fact. Gareth didn’t miss her one bit, but he was lonely.

  He had to admit that he would just give anyone the chance to comfort him. He liked to have a female around him. Sally his lost wife; well she didn’t count as a choice.

  But Gareth wasn’t sure what he wanted in a wife. He didn’t want to simply go and sleep with the girls at the saloon. He didn’t want to share himself with a bunch of women. Gareth knew he was not like the other men in town.