Chapter Nine
CHAPTER NINE
ELIZABETH GLANCED OVER at her husband, who was sitting in that chair there, watching them, but who had taken out his prick and was stroking it, gazing at them darkly. She felt her pulse quicken as she watched him stroke himself. She stroked herself as well, even as Richard removed himself from her and collapsed next to her on the bed. Richard groaned, face down in a pillow.
Mr. Darcy got up from the chair and climbed onto the bed.
Richard turned his head to look when he felt Darcy’s weight there. He didn’t say anything.
Darcy was still mostly clothed, just his thick cock sticking out of his trousers, as he settled between Elizabeth’s thighs. He didn’t look at her, though, not as he pressed himself into her, not even when she gasped at the sensation of being filled up by another man just moments after having had one cock inside her. Instead, her husband just stared at Richard.
Richard’s gaze went from Darcy’s face to where Darcy was buried inside Elizabeth and then up to meet Elizabeth’s eyes.
Elizabeth didn’t know how she was feeling in this moment.
She liked it, being taken like this, in succession. It felt good. She liked that her husband was thrusting firmly into her now, stimulating her as she touched herself. She could find nothing to complain about that.
She had liked being undressed for Richard, presented to Richard, given to the other man like a gift that her husband and unwrapped and handed over. She was not sure exactly why that had been so very gratifying, but it had been.
She had liked the way Richard had called her a good Lizzy, had told her he was going to get her with child. She didn’t know why, but it was abundantly arousing.
No, she could find nothing to complain about, and she was close now, close to a climax, so she supposed maybe that was why it was also so very arousing watching her husband gaze at Richard like that. She simply did not know.
She could see that Richard was worried. His gaze kept finding hers, looking to see if she was displeased, but then Richard kept looking back at her husband, back into the other man’s dark gaze as he fucked her.
“She feels amazing,” Darcy gasped. “She always has such a sweet, very fuckable little cunny, Richard, but your spend in there makes her so very, very slippery.”
Elizabeth like that, too, liked all of it.
But she had a notion that perhaps she shouldn’t like this, and she had a feeling that it was quite possible, on the other side of this pinnacle of pleasure, perhaps she might feel insecure, perhaps the jealousy might come for her again.
She didn’t wish to think of that, however, so she shoved it aside and simply watched her husband watching Richard, her finger squirming against herself between her thighs and she climbed a level of pleasure and then another level of pleasure and then she began to simply let out tiny groans of noise as she went up and up, like a stairway, one step of good after another, each one getting her closer and closer and closer.
And then, she hit the very top of it, and the pleasure cut through her, making it impossible to breathe as she squeezed madly on her husband’s hard member.
He felt it and moaned. “Good, very good, Lizzy, such a good wife, coming like that,” he panted.
He jabbed himself into her, deep into her, and he let go.
Then they were just there together, tangled up on the bed. Darcy was still inside her and Richard was lying next to them. They were all out of breath, and they were all panting.
No one said anything for some time.
Elizabeth thought maybe they’d all simply fall asleep like this, but then, no, they likely shouldn’t do that, should they, because they didn’t wish the servants to discover them in the morning if they came in to see to the fire or something like that. On the other hand, she rather enjoyed sleeping with Darcy on occasion and she found herself disappointed that she couldn’t sleep pressed between two strong male chests, one at her front and one at her back.
They were being permissive, weren’t they? She wanted permission to have that.
Richard sat up.
She opened her eyes.
Her husband did not move. He spoke into the crook of her neck and shoulder. “Don’t go, Richard, please.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” said Richard, and his voice was languid. He bent down and kissed Elizabeth, a gentle kiss and then, he lifted Darcy, turning the other man’s chin toward him and kissing him, too, a long deep kiss right in front of Elizabeth’s face, a kiss that stirred her.
A little tremor went through her sex as she let out a soft sigh at the sight of it.
Darcy broke the kiss to look at her. “You like this, don’t you, Lizzy?”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Yes.”
“Well, you did say you were curious,” said Darcy.
“Listen to me now,” said Richard, “before you start talking again, Will.”
“Hmm?” said Darcy, turning to the colonel.
“I swear, most of the time, you barely speak,” said Richard. “But when it comes to all of this, you… you’re verbose.”
Darcy chuckled. “Apologies?”
“I have been trying, since you came in here,” said Richard, “to explain why I left you by the water earlier.”
“Oh, yes,” said Elizabeth. “And I happen to be curious, so do explain.”
“Now?” said Darcy, wincing.
“You don’t wish to explain?”
“Only because I can guess,” said Darcy.
“No, you think I was horrified,” said Richard.
“You were not?” said Darcy hopefully.
“You were not?” Elizabeth echoed, smiling up at him.
“The opposite, really,” he said. “I’ve never experienced anything like this. I was trying to explain before, when I said I couldn’t imagine doing it, playfully spanking one’s wife. It’s simply… I don’t know, I always thought marital sex was supposed to be a certain way.”
“Oh, it is,” said Elizabeth. “We just don’t do it that way.”
“You think it is?” said Darcy, extricating himself gently from inside her. “Really? Because I don’t, and I thought we were agreed about that?”
She started to sit up.
He put a hand on her chest. “Stay like that,” said her husband. “If you sit up, perhaps the seed will flow out?”
“You probably just used your rather large member to push all of the colonel’s seed out of the way,” she said, glaring at him.
“Hmm,” said Darcy. “Right, perhaps I should go first in the future, just from a logistical perspective.”
“Perhaps,” she said with a smile. “And I suppose, what I mean is that I don’t think it’s supposed to be that way between a man and his wife, but everyone else simply doesn’t know what they’re missing.”
“Possibly,” said Darcy.
“Well,” said the colonel, clearing his throat, “as I say, it’s not as if a man can’t find women willing to do whatever he has fancy for, so it’s not as if he doesn’t know what he’s missing—”
“Oh, but I suppose the women are,” said Elizabeth with a little sigh.
“Let me finish, both of you,” said the colonel. “It’s, um, it’s not the same, even if one can actually accomplish the act, I suppose, because there’s something between a husband and a wife, a companionship, a…”
“Love, you mean,” said Elizabeth.
“Well, I suppose,” said Richard. “But then, of course, that’s why I sort of thought that it would be a bit monstrous, because… how could you treat a woman you love that way? How could you turn her into a vessel of pleasure?” His voice had lost strength. “Except, just now, this… what we have just done together, it’s…” He touched her body, an affectionate large palm rubbing the slope of her breast. “It’s better if you already love the person, isn’t it?” He said this to Darcy.
Who nodded. Who had that devastated look on his face again.
“We… Will…” The colonel’s voice dropped down, quite deep. “We love each other, Will.”
Darcy swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He glanced sharply down at Elizabeth. “W-well, I thought we had sort of agreed—”
“Not the way you and your wife love each other,” said Richard. “Not the same way at all as that, but it is a love, a kind of love. I think we owe it to ourselves to explore…” He cleared his throat. “All I’m saying is that if we’re doing this, if we’re already doing this much of it, why make it just about me and Elizabeth if you and I also want more with each other.”
“I don’t feel jealous, you know?” said Elizabeth in a wondering voice.
“Are you certain?” said Mr. Darcy.
“I like it when you kiss each other, and I think I would quite like to watch you do other things to each other,” she said. “What about you? Did you feel jealous watching him take me?”
Darcy shook his head back and forth. “Yes.”
She winced. “Oh.”
“No, what I meant is…” Darcy shrugged. “No, but yes? Not so jealous I don’t wish to watch him fuck you again, though. I do wish it, quite badly.”
“Well, good then,” she said. “I suppose that’s good anyway.” She rubbed her husband’s still clothed arm. “I wish you were not feeling jealous, though, my darling.”
“I’m all right,” said Darcy.
“Wait a moment,” she said, turning to Richard. “Why did that make you leave earlier if it was so positive?”
“It wasn’t positive then,” said Richard. “Not exactly, anyway. I was worried. I said before I thought it was a bad idea, and then it seemed to be taking on all these dimensions… but I’m just glad now. I feel good and I’ve never felt quite this way for anyone before, this mixture of deep affection and respect and also trust—to let you both see me without my clothes, to watch me lose myself to passion—and desire. I want you both. I feel sort of dizzy with goodness right now. Let’s not deny ourselves anything, that’s all I’m saying? I think, whatever we are to each other, whatever happens, we’ll be all right.”
Mr. Darcy looked at him, lips parted, astonished.
The colonel shrugged at him. “You don’t agree, Will?”
“I’m stunned is all,” said Darcy. “Good stunned, though.” He kissed Richard.
Elizabeth smiled up at the two of them. “Well, now we are all settled, Will. So, take off your clothes and cuddle me between the both of you? At least until we have to go to our own rooms, anyway. I suppose we can’t chance spending the night together, but we don’t have to part company yet.”
“Yes, let’s stay together, the three of us, for as long as we can,” said Darcy, stripping off his waistcoat.
DARCY WAS A little embarrassed about the fact that the minute he was out of his clothing, he had another erection again, but he couldn’t help the fact that the situation was incredibly arousing.
He submitted to allowing himself to be stroked by both of them, by his wife and by Richard, too, and both of their hands were on him, working together sometimes, and then with Elizabeth stroking his bollocks. Eventually, she reminded him that he’d said that he should go first from a logistic standpoint, so he mounted her again and emptied himself inside her. By this time, Richard was aroused again, too, and he took over.
Darcy thought he might lie with his arms around his wife and watch Richard have her, but Richard was soon kissing both of them, first Elizabeth and then Darcy, and then urging the two of them to kiss each other as he breathed that he was going to get her with child.
When he was finished, Darcy put his mouth to Elizabeth’s sex, both to pleasure her and to taste the co-mingled taste of himself and Richard. But Richard joined him and they lapped at his wife’s cunny together, making her cry out as they brought her to first one climax and then another when they were enjoying themselves too much to stop.
After this, they curled up together, and Darcy drifted in and out of sleep, checking the time now and again to make sure it wasn’t too late.
When it was sometime after midnight, he roused them all to say that they should likely retire to their own rooms, and the others agreed, but they got caught up in kissing each other goodbye before getting dressed, and he ended up finding that Richard had a hard and ready cock between his thighs which he ducked down and gave a few open-mouthed kisses too, and then Richard was returning the favor, putting his mouth on Darcy’s prick as well.
And Elizabeth gasped in delight, rubbing her bare breasts into both of them, saying in a sleepy voice that this was exactly what she had wanted to see.
“What is?” asked Richard, coming off Darcy to kiss her. “What did my eager Lizzy want to witness?”
“Just the two of you putting your mouths on each other there,” said Elizabeth with a little sigh. “Will, could you suck him now?”
Darcy sighed. “I think, my sweet one, we should be careful not to waste Richard’s seed. We need to make sure we put it in your womb.”
“Oh,” said Elizabeth. “I suppose.”
“What if I suck on Will while I’m buried inside your lovely cunny, Lizzy?” said Richard, fondly cupping one of her breasts. “Would you like that?”
“Very much,” said Elizabeth.
So, it happened just that way. He sat next to his wife’s face and Richard put his own face in Darcy’s crotch as he and Elizabeth were entwined.
Darcy had the colonel’s head there, and he could gently run his hands through Richard’s hair, gently toy with Richard’s ears, gently trace the back of Richard’s neck. It was wondrous. He had imagined such things, imagined them, and they were happening .
What happened when this was over, when Richard had succeeded in getting Elizabeth with child?
Because Darcy didn’t know how he was going to give this up, not now that he knew what it was like.
Somehow, they all managed to leave the room, though it was nearly an hour and a half after he had first roused them all.
When he finally got back to his own bed, he lay down in it and missed the warmth and connection of the bed he’d come from, all three of them.
He would have to give it up, eventually.
Elizabeth wouldn’t want this, not forever. She was enjoying herself, of course. He could see that. But there was that jolt of jealousy that she would feel or he would feel or… well, Richard might feel jealous, too.
And even if they could all somehow conquer the jealousy, there would still be no future for them.
This behavior was marked as sinful and wrong by all measures of goodness in the world. No one would agree that it was all right, and if they were ever found for it, they’d all be ruined. Not just him, but his sister and her child and her husband and the Matlock family, too, and Elizabeth’s family and…
Don’t think about the future, Will, he urged himself.
Yes, best to simply enjoy what they had for now.