Ménage Material [La Belle sans la Bete Ménages] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (20 page)

“We’re nearly there, love.”

“I know. I still feel as though I should pinch myself.”

“Wait, and I’ll do it for you.”

“Smart ass.” Bastien growled.

“Listen, I was thinking. Next week, I have to visit my mother. I was thinking about taking Devvy with me.”

Despite himself, Bastien stiffened. Unusually for him, he had little to say but his silence spoke louder than anything he could have said.

“If it would hurt you too much, then I won’t,” Alexei commented after a long pause.

“Why do you think it would hurt me?”

“Don’t play the big man, Bastien. I’m sorry my mother is a homophobic bitch. I’m sorry she’ll accept Devvy but not you. I’m sorry you’ve never met her. I thought it would do Devvy some good. She might feel more settled if she thought I would like her to meet my mother.” Alex groaned as Bastien remained silent. “If you don’t want me to, then I won’t. It was just an idea.

“When we were talking the other day, she said she’d tell her parents about us. All three of us. I thought it fair if I reciprocated. Even if it was only a little.”

“I’ve only met her parents a handful of times.” He grimaced at the memory of those odd dinner parties. “Her father’s all right. A bit arrogant, pompous, and self-important, but her mother, Miranda, is…peculiar. Always watching Devvy, almost like she’s waiting for her to make a fool of herself. Odd woman.”

“She sounds like a bitch.”

“You wouldn’t be wrong. I think I’m the only one with a decent family.”

Alex snorted. “Maybe, but when was the last time you visited them?”

Offended, Bastien retorted, “I’m busy!”

“Never too busy for me or for Devvy, though,
hein
?” Alex said slyly.

Bastien rolled his eyes and ignored that provocative little statement, preferring to return to the topic of Devvy’s mother. “I overheard them talking once. I was supposed to be in the dining room with Derek, Devvy’s father, but I followed them into the kitchen.”

“Miranda was being unkind?” Alex asked, perceptive as ever.

“Unkind isn’t the word.”

To this day, Sebastien still felt on edge when he recalled that night. When he’d heard a systematic play-by-play of everything Devvy had done wrong in her mother’s eyes that evening. Everything from eating too greedily and having two rolls of bread to her lack of interesting conversation.

He hadn’t wanted to embarrass his new wife at the time by commenting on what he’d seen, even though he’d felt like a cad for brushing it under the carpet. He knew how mortified Devvy would have been if he’d mentioned it, so he’d kept quiet and reacted in another way. He’d made sure their visit to Portola Valley had been “accidentally” cut short, and that subsequent visits were also short and very,
very
infrequent. The last time they’d traveled over to see her parents, he’d reserved them a hotel suite. Preferring that than to lodge with them.

He sighed, disturbed as always by the memory, and eventually said, “Let’s just say, I’m not sure how they’d react to a relationship like ours.”

“Devvy said if she comes to love me, she won’t deny me. Her words.”

Bastien raised his glass to her in the empty room. While Alex always came across as confident, his lover had some major issues. A fear of rejection was one of them, and Devvy had managed to counteract that with her promise. “She’s a brave little thing.”

“She really is. We’re lucky.” He paused. “I think when things are more settled between the three of us, we should have a more spiritual ceremony for you two. Rather than just one at the
mairie
. I’d like to attend this time!”

Bastien grunted. “You’re a wily bastard. Making me feel guilty for that when you were the one who suggested you stay out of the ceremony in the first place. I told you I’d have you as my best man.”

“Yes, well, we all have our crosses to bear.”

“Meaning I need to deal with Devvy meeting your mother.”

“That’s right. Do you think I want to introduce them? Devvy is as sneaky as she’s courageous. She’ll figure out, somehow, that I’m going to visit my mother, and if I don’t invite her…well, it might offend her! That’s the last thing we need.”

“Do it. Maybe she can soften the old she-witch.”

“Only my father could do that, and considering the bastard left her thirty years ago, I don’t think I’m going to get much help from that quarter.”

Bastien sighed. “I’ll be over tomorrow.”

“Miss me, did you?”

“Of course. Do you think Devvy would like to watch?”

Alex chuckled. “Do bears shit in the woods?”

“Maybe it’s too soon for her.” Bastien pondered that a moment. “We don’t want to rush her.”

“She’ll be curious,
mon amour
. Even if she isn’t ready, she’ll want to watch, just to know what happens between the two of us. That is, if she hasn’t already done some research online.”

Even though his cock was thoroughly limp, Bastien felt tingles at the base of his spine at the idea of his innocent little wife watching porn. He groaned and Alex hooted at the sound.

“We’ll have to make sure we don’t disappoint.”

Bastien, ever confident, grunted, “Porn stars have nothing on us.”

* * * *

“Two days in a row! I am blessed.”

Devvy’s comment had Bastien’s brows lifting. “I often visit you here!”

“Since when?” she demanded, planting her hands on her hips.

He pursed his lips and she could see his brain ticking, calculating how many times he’d visited her at her lab. She saw the exact moment he realized he couldn’t turn the argument around so he’d win. “Often.”

She clucked her tongue. “Bullshit.”

“I’m a bullshitter.” He held up his hands. “I make no bones about it.”

Shaking her head at him, she asked, “What do you want?”

“I’m going over to Alex’s. I wondered if you’d like to come.”

She stilled in the act of adding a few clear drops to the solution she had bubbling over a Bunsen burner. Her hands shook as she placed the dropper onto the counter. Her voice quivered as she asked, “Are you going to fuck him?”

“Does that upset you?” he asked, surprised by her reaction. He’d expected rosy red cheeks, visible signs of rapid breathing. Instead, he saw what looked like disgust.

Her eyes were glassy as she shook her head. Switching off the gas to the burner, she muttered, “Let me clear up. I’ll be ten minutes.”

“Come over to my study, when you’re ready. Alex’s clear all afternoon.”

A small mewling sound escaped her throat and those glassy eyes of hers suddenly grew wide. Her cheeks started to flush and her tits trembled as she started to breathe heavier. Pleased that she was excited by the idea, he left her with a small smile.

Had her husband understood the thoughts roiling through her mind, he would probably not be smiling. If anything, Devvy was frightened, uncertain by what was about to happen. She was approaching this situation with the Band-Aid philosophy—pulling it off in one yank rather than torturing herself with several tugs.

She needed this to be over and done with. Even though she felt certain she’d enjoy what she was about to see, she was scared about the effect it would have on her.

Having never watched any kind of porn, Devvy, ever the researcher, had decided to rectify that situation. After all, how could she approach a sexual encounter with Alex and Sebastien completely blind? Entirely unaware as to what was about to happen?

Which is how it would have been if she hadn’t gone online and forever sullied her search history. The things she’d seen and heard had been a definite eye-opener.

And while the pneumatic porn stars—with their huge breasts and impossibly tight stomachs, the perfect pussies, the instant orgasms, and the built men with their XL cocks and delineated, steroid-esque muscles—had provided a lesson, they hadn’t acted as stimuli. As soon as Devvy had replaced the stars with herself, Bastien, and Alex, a miniature volcano had erupted inside her veins.

Her heart had winked out of existence and the organ had no longer been pumping blood, but lava that melted her veins and sent her temperature through the roof.

Perhaps she was a little strange, but the porn sites she’d found had left her cold. Outside of research matter, she’d felt no desire to touch herself from what she’d seen. They’d been reference material. As embarrassing as it was, she’d just wanted to know what went where, how it happened and what it looked like, because while in her head she understood the mechanics, seeing it really was believing it.

A few days before Sebastien’s arrival home, she’d asked herself how deeply the pair of them would corrupt her. It was only as she’d watched a woman’s pussy being stuffed with two cocks, as she’d witnessed a man being sucked off by another guy and a gal, she’d realized there was no going back.

What did she mean by that?

Well, it was one of those moments, where it just felt like it would be a defining instance of her life. Something she could never take back. It would forever change her. It might only be sex, but the staid Devvy, the woman of old, the traditionalist, who hadn’t really partaken in an active sex life prior to her marriage even though there’d been offers from fellow nerds…that creature was borderline disturbed by what she’d seen online.

The two sides of her nature were at war. The side that had popped out fully formed, like Athena from Zeus’s head, a creature that had appeared upon her marriage to Sebastien…well, she reveled in the idea of being possessed by two men. Of Bastien being fucked by Alex as he pumped his cock into her. She welcomed the idea of both men going down on her. Or of Alex sucking her clit, while Bastien licked the other man’s balls. Devvy had come to title this creature the slut.

A harsh label and an unfair one. She doubted Alex and Bastien had felt as though they were man-whores for sharing a woman. It was a very prudish tag to give herself. The double standard that society gave woman who slept around by denigrating them yet celebrating men who sowed their wild oats had done a number on Devvy.

Oh, she wouldn’t let it stop her. The instant Sebastien even mentioned it, she felt like a kid being taken to a theme park for the very first time. The cautionary side of her was telling her not to go on the Big Dipper, the biggest and best rollercoaster in the park, but it was either go big or go home, and Devvy certainly did not intend to return to
Les Fenêtres
by herself!

She was, therefore, subdued on the ride over. Her thoughts amassing in her brain, collecting and building, until she felt as though her head were a pressure cooker on the brink of explosion. It was a relief to just stare out of the window as the chauffeur maneuvered them through the early evening traffic. Workers, making their way home, added to the number of cars causing chaos in the capital.

If she opened a window, the stench of diesel and gasoline would fill her nose. As it was, cool air from the air conditioning unit circulated around the back, and in truth, she needed the chill. It was a mild day but she felt flushed and the hand that was joined to Bastien’s was slightly sweaty. Enough so that she tried a few times to disentangle her fingers from his, but he wouldn’t have it. Perhaps he could sense her nervousness, her doubts, her fears, for he never let that connection drop. It grounded her in a way that she would never really be able to explain. Because were it not for this man, she would never be slaloming into a world she’d never even realized existed.

Sebastien was opening the doors to a whole new way of life. It was only now that she really felt overwhelmed. A part of her wished she’d never looked at the pictures, never watched the videos, never seen or heard the sweating, pumping, debauched scenes, because all they’d done was freak her out.

Devvy wasn’t as liberated as she’d thought herself to be.

Being with Alex, by himself, had felt deliciously naughty.

The very first day, when she’d visited him in his apartment, and at the sexual vibes, the need humming between the pair of them, had asked him to call Sebastien so he’d come round, she’d done so, because she’d believed having her husband there would make her feel as though she weren’t cheating on him. Now, that feeling hadn’t dissipated, but the idea of being with them both was like a bomb to the brain.

She tried to focus on passersby. On the chic vibrancy of the arrondissements they were passing through, intermingling with the shabbier areas that still held Parisian flair, making even the drab glitter and shine. Small and large streets, wide avenues, huge courtyards. Paris had it all. Even though she’d been here two years, she’d never really explored. A part of her wanted to play chicken, to ask Sebastien to cancel, to ask him to take her around the city, to show her its magic.

Several times throughout their marriage, he’d made the offer but work had always gotten in the way. Only the knowledge that he’d yet to see Alex made her hold her tongue.

The road to their lover’s home, a road she’d traveled on quite frequently this last month, popped into her line of sight. As they maneuvered down it, nervousness overwhelmed her and made her feel slightly sick.