Chapter 6
Edward was exiting his cobbler’s shop when Lady Millicent Blatherwick tapped him on the arm with her pointy umbrella.
“Halloo!” she yelled in spite of being almost on top of him.
“Lady Millicent, what a pleasure,” he said, his eyes darting about for something — anything — that might give him an escape from this sidewalk encounter.
She regarded him through her lorgnette. “You look terrible, Lord Netherwallop. Just terrible.”
“Well, I should be off to the physician to remedy that. Thank you for alerting me,” he said with a bow.
“Not so fast, you scoundrel!” she cried.
Edward cursed his good breeding and remained before the termagant.
“I saw your girl.”
“Young woman.”
“So you admit she is your girl,” said Lady Millicent, drawing nearer to interrogate him, as if he’d been caught lining the basement of Parliament with dynamite.
“My friend and associate, most certainly.”
“Future marquesses don’t have girls as friends,” she said sternly.
“We’re working on that problem,” he muttered.
“I saw her, you know,” said Lady Millicent. “She has a most disreputable air about her! Those breeches are scandalous!”
“We’re also working on that problem.”
“I mentioned her to Phily, and she was most distressed.”
Devil take it!
“She asked me to give you this,” said Lady Millicent. “Though it won’t do for me to pass billet doux between you. I am most disapproving of infidelity. Most disapproving indeed!”
Edward was of half a mind to tell her to pass the word along to Phily on the rare occasion she wasn’t sucking her husband’s cock before callers or cuckolding him, but he feared ending up charged with murder if she expired of shock in his vicinity.
“Thank you, Lady Millicent,” said Edward with a bow. “I can assure you this will be the last missive the duchess sends me.”
***
The letter, of course, directed him to come to Chevaliermont House on a specific day and time — with no regard for his other engagements.
And he was making his way there now because Phily wrote she knew something most interesting about Edward’s urchin girl.
He was furious, half tempted to kick puddles now that his boots were resoled, but he didn’t want his tailoring to suffer. This weakness in his defenses meant Phily had him dancing attendance, and he knew she’d use her newfound power to keep him at her beck and call.
While opening the unlocked side door her message had indicated, Edward’s bile rose further. No cobwebs to be found in this passage; the duchess really was enjoying life after the birth of all those sons!
Upon entering Phily’s boudoir, Edward was surprised to find her in the lap of another man. Her husband, the duke.
Fucking hell, Edward thought, now I’ve done it.
“Netherwallop,” said the duke, sending him a quick nod of the head. “Forgive me if I don’t rise to greet you; I’ve rather got my hands full.”
Did he ever: the duke’s hands were cradling his wife’s bounteous bosom, which was well developed after so many babies.
“I seem to have entered the wrong house, Your Grace,” said Edward, summoning the stupidest excuse for bursting into this domestic scene. In his defense, there was a roaring steam engine currently lodged in his head.
“You don’t want to know what I discovered about your girl?” asked Phily, speaking at last.
“Young woman,” he muttered.
“She’s being very naughty. You’re going to want to hear this.”
Edward groaned internally. If it were information about anyone else in the world, he’d be racing back down that well-used passageway while screaming.
But for Tabby? He’d do it. And he’d have to trust that Phily had something of enough value to end his suffering and bring Tabby home.
He didn’t want to think of the odds, merely recognized that he’d pay any price.
Like his former fiancée, Edward was about to play deep.
“Yes, I see that we’re thinking the same thoughts,” said Phily, her voice low. “Why don’t you remove your clothing? I need something from you to clear my mind so I can recall all the details.”
For his part, the duke nuzzled his wife’s ear as she squirmed in his lap. Her machinations, her blackmail, or her offer of quid pro quo did not bother the duke, demmed debauchee.
And Edward found he didn’t feel too disgusted with himself for accepting this bargain, particularly when he finally removed his smalls and noticed his cock was solid and hot.
“You always were a well-favored gentleman,” she said, surveying his naked body while she and her husband remained clothed.
The duke released one of Phily’s breasts and used his soft, aristocratic hand to gather her hems.
“My wife has a plan for this evening,” said the duke, revealing her thighs. “But she’ll require a good deal of preparation for it to work. She’ll need to be very wet.”
Edward’s cock jerked when Phily’s cunt came into view. How much wetter could it get? She glistened in the light of the candelabras placed about the room.
“You should ensure she is slick,” said the duke, helping Phily open her legs wider.
Edward felt his eyelids grow heavy and his knees go weak. The duke and duchess wanted his submission before he could learn something of Tabby’s whereabouts? He’d crawl across glass to know what they’d discovered.
Fortunately, he simply had to crawl across the carpeted floor to reach his former fiancée’s cunny.
“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” asked the duke. “You ever played with this little mouser’s hole?”
Gesù, the less he knew about what Phily’s husband called her cunt, the better!
“I was not intimately acquainted with this part of Lady Philadelphia, as she was known then,” he said. In truth, he hadn’t intimately known any of her.
In the same season he’d secured Phily’s hand, he’d put far more thought into selecting his horse and even the tailoring of his regimentals. He’d been bound for war on the Continent and needing to make only a passable attempt at marriage and impregnation before he could ship out and fight Boney.
Now the Duchess of Chevaliermont, Phily had dropped her innocent act and had his hair in hand, directing his face between her thighs. He tolerated her moving him like a piece on a campaign map, since he had been shoved in far less pleasurable places.
When Edward attached himself to her nub, Phily made a great show of sighing and collapsing back into her husband’s arms as if she were new to oral pleasures, the minx. He laughed, which caused her to cry out, seemingly more real this time.
When he moved to her channel, a ripe and tempting little hole indeed, he sensed that someone had used this place. Recently.
“Do you like the taste of that, Dick Stone?” she asked, every bit the temptress.
“The duchess made me spend in her most thoroughly before your arrival,” said the duke. “Begged me to pump her full of cream. She said you’d enjoy cleaning it up.”
Edward cast his eyes heavenward, begging his creator to strike him down.
If these two thought some seed in the mouth was enough to disgust a seasoned libertine, they needed to fuck outside the wisteria-covered walls of Chevaliermont House occasionally and see the depths of depravity on offer in the capital.
Still, he didn’t make his living by denying married ladies their pleasure, so he reared back as if disgusted by the thought of encountering another man’s seed.
“Even the great Dick Stone finds himself outmatched sometimes,” crowed Phily.
The duke, a notorious roué who likely wasn’t taken in by Edward’s playacting, simply hiked his wife’s leg up below the knee to open her further. For her part, Phily lifted her hips, pressed her cunny where she wanted attention, and rode Edward’s face like the veriest little slut.
That made two of them, he thought, not wanting to confront the evidence that his cock was drooling onto the floor for want of plunging inside that tempting little clasp. Someday he’d develop pride; that day wasn’t today.
The duke adjusted Phily, breaking the connection between her cunt and Edward’s mouth. He pumped his fingers in her sloppy hole and declared himself satisfied with the preparations.
But the preparations for what?
It became clear that the duke had quickly gotten so many babies on his wife on account of being an expert cocksman.
Even with his wife’s lush arse in his lap, he opened his falls without a fumble, withdrew his cock from his smalls without hesitation, and sank his wife on his considerable shaft without mercy.
Chevaliermont — Monty — had Phily bouncing on his cock like a Covent Garden strumpet. Her clothes were disarranged, lovely hair askew, and Monty had one breast halfway out of her bodice.
In short, she was a tempting sight indeed.
Edward knelt on the floor, not bothering to get up from where he’d licked Phily’s cunt, and watched the duke’s thick cock work her taxed hole.
He took himself in hand, not stroking, simply touching his shaft while imagining what it would feel like to be the one working the duchess open.
“She may have given me a nursery full of babies, but my wife has the tightest little cunt in London. I’d know,” said the duke with a chuckle.
Damn him, he was so debauched and free with his wife’s favors as to be likeable.
“You can feel it,” said the duke with an air of generosity.
Edward’s finger was already moving to touch where Phily stretched around that thick cock when he heard the second half of the statement.
“With your tongue.”
Fuck, he thought, gripping the base of his cock to prevent himself from coming untouched. The duke’s suggestion was lewd and scandalous, calculated to drive home his humiliation.
Fortunately, he happened to like a spot of humiliation.
His lips and tongue began at Phily’s nub, once again, and quickly traveled down to where her cunny ringed her husband’s cock. He ran his tongue over that rim, not bothering to avoid the duke’s staff, and sending them both into cries of ecstasy.