Chapter Nineteen
CHAPTER NINETEEN
THEY WERE TOO careful with her, her husbands were, owing to her “delicate” condition, they said.
Even after Richard was settled in to their new home and they had their homecoming, and they spent nights together in one large bed, without anyone even mentioning sneaking off in the night. Even after they woke together, all gloriously naked, and they groaned and sighed as she found them hard and eager for her touch in the lazy mornings they spent together before breakfast…
Even after all of that, they were too careful with her.
She had to beg them for it.
“I want us all connected again,” she said. “Like our wedding night with Richard, but I wish to be in midst of you both. I want both of you inside me at once.”
And they said that she must be uncomfortable, what with the babe in her, though her belly was still flat and the sickness was easing, and she did not even feel that much different.
“You are our beautiful, lovely wife,” said Richard, stroking her skin reverently. “You are growing our babe in your womb. You won’t want two men poking you at the same time with their insistent pricks.”
“I have just said that I want it!” she exclaimed. “Please.”
“Lizzy, we must be gentle with you,” Mr. Darcy said, shaking his head. “Perhaps I can be in the middle and Richard can be inside me.”
“Ah, yes,” Richard said. “You said you wished me to return that favor, and I am quite interested.”
“At some point, yes,” she said. “We must think of every possible way to fit ourselves all together, and do each of them, again and again. But please, please, I wish this.”
When they still were hesitant, she was forced to resort to further manipulation.
“Perhaps,” she said breathily, “I am simply a very naughty sort of wife to ask for such things at all. Perhaps I must be taught not to ask for such things. Perhaps one of you, or even both of you, will have to take me over your knee and punish me soundly.”
Darcy swallowed visibly. “We very much cannot spank you while you are carrying the babe, Lizzy,” he said in a strangled voice.
“Absolutely not,” said Richard.
“But how else will you stop me from asking for such perversions?” she said, smiling delightedly at them.
“If I spank you,” said Richard archly, “will you promise to stop asking for a prick in your arse, Lizzy?”
“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “Perhaps you’ll have to try it and see.”
Richard seized her, pulling her body against his as she laughed and writhed against him. He wrestled her down, laying her body out over his lap, draping her bare limbs out and running his hands appreciatively over the curves of her arse.
“Richard,” said Darcy, but his voice wasn’t strong. “You resisted doing this before.”
“Mmm,” said Richard. “Well, I suppose if you don’t like what I do with our wife, you may have to discipline me .”
Elizabeth writhed, shaking her hips at both of them. “Oh, yes, Will, you have a very naughty wife and a very naughty husband. You will have to take a very strong hand with both of us.”
And Darcy eyed her with such a look that her whole body felt tight.
Richard’s hand came down on her, and she squealed, but he was rubbing the sting out of it just after that. “Are you sorry for asking for such things, Lizzy?”
“No,” she said impishly.
“Bad Lizzy,” said Richard and spanked her again.
“Bad Richard for spanking our wife whilst she is with child,” said Darcy in a low and dark voice.
Richard raised his eyebrows at the other man. “Am I, then? A very bad Richard?”
“Exceedingly bad,” said Darcy in a throaty voice.
“You’ll have to spank that right out of me, I suppose,” said Richard, warmly, fluidly.
“Aye,” agreed Darcy. “Bend over the bed, Richard, feet on the floor.”
Richard sucked in an anticipatory breath through his nose.
“I think you’re going to like this rather too much,” said Darcy, narrowing his eyes at the other man.
“Oh, am I the one enjoying myself too well?” said Richard.
They both chuckled knowingly.
But Richard bent himself over and let their husband peel away his trousers to bare his arse to them both, and made noises in the back of his throat while Darcy struck both of the rounded globes of his arse and tsked at Richard’s bad behavior.
So, everyone was quite disciplined after that, but she could not say that any of them learned to not misbehave, because they all took such joy in their shared wickedness.
Eventually, not that night, and not the next either, but soon enough, she wore them down.
She pointed out that the pathway to her womb was in her cunny, which neither of them had any qualms about using and taking turns in, after all, so if there were some concern about the babe, that was truly the opening to be worried over, not her other opening.
And they sputtered, both of them, and Darcy rubbed his eyebrow thoughtfully, but both of them were aroused at that point and likely not thinking clearly.
Then her two husbands launched into a discussion amongst themselves of who should be where, and it was decided that Richard, who had never enjoyed his wife’s arse, must have it, and that Darcy would be in her cunny, and then there was no more protestation of any kind.
Instead, her husbands spoke only to each other about how lucky they were to have a wife such as she, how much they liked her full and round breasts and the curve of her hips and the shape of her thighs.
They went about preparing her together, fingers and grease and stretching happening at she was being teased and stimulated elsewhere, as her body was being awakened and pleasured.
But finally, she was ready, and then she was pressed in between them, as she had wanted to be for some time now, both of her husbands’ eager and firm pricks pushing their way into her body from both directions. She was prodded and invaded in the sweetest of ways, and then full, gloriously full, of both of them. She straddled Darcy while Richard knelt behind her, so she could lean down to capture Darcy’s lips and then sit up to lay her head on Richard’s shoulder.
They moved together inside her like they were all meant for this. Everything seemed easy and perfect, a culmination. Their hands touched as they both cupped her breasts and seized her hips.
Richard’s mouth whispered against her neck, just under her earlobe. “You feel like heaven, Lizzy,” he said.
“She does,” agreed Darcy, his eyes closed. “Our wife is the most beautiful and lovely woman in the world, I think.”
“That she is,” said Richard. “And she has the tightest, most perfect arsehole I can possibly imagine, I think.”
They took turns teasing her between her thighs as they filled her and fucked her and took her.
Together, they all reached a plateau of pleasure. To Lizzy, it felt as if she had been thrust into a velvet night studded with bright stars that twinkled brighter and brighter with each thrust of her husbands’ members inside her, with each nudge of their clever fingers on her clitoris. There were little in the way of words here, mostly grunts and cries and short exclamations, things like, “Good, so good,” and “I shan’t last.”
But they did last, all of them, in some kind of magical way, they did, and when they all tipped over the edge into their climaxes, it was within seconds of each other.
Lizzy felt as if the stars in her velvet night got brighter and brighter until they flashed bright white in her vision, until she clenched like a madwoman in wild and wondrous pleasure, until they all had become one, all connected, all belonging to each other.