Sherlock had known, of course he'd known, Lucy was surprised he hadn't told her, revelled in the fact he knew she was pregnant before herself or their Doctor. The embarrassing moment for her had come when both Sherlock and John had tried to date the pregnancy. Sitting on their respective chairs, while she lay on the sofa feeling queasy, the men had counted back 5 weeks and hit on the event.
It was a couple of days before they left for East Sussex, Sherlock had just solved a big private case, and Lucy had just finished her pre-Christmas lectures. They had met by chance close to Lucy's Gower Street flat, and as she was clearing her things back to Baker Street, John had told Sherlock they were going to help.
She knew what was going to happen the second Sherlock agreed, he never agreed to help unless sex was on the cards. Her apartment was compact, just a tiny wet room and a bedsit kitchen. On the small breakfast table to the left of the door was piled her laptop and lecture notes, as he strode through the door, Sherlock picked the pile up and deposited the whole thing into an open plastic box balanced on a kitchen chair beside the table.
He stalked towards his wife, who suddenly found herself between the bulk of John whose back was pressed against the closed front door, and her lust filled husband. She backed into John who closed his arms round her, placing his lips close to her ear and blowing gently. Sherlock ripped his scarf from his neck and threw it on the table, before placing his arms around her and kissing her deeply.
"You know we've never actually had sex here?" He whispered into her mouth, fondling Johns arse as he pulled them together, crushing his lovers burgeoning erection into his wife.
Lucy gasped for breath, aroused to a blushing height, she turned her head away "First time for everything?" she gasped
John captured Sherlocks lips, with Lucy still crushed behind them, as she undid Sherlocks buttons, he pulled her dress apart "Too many clothes" he sighed, rubbing himself against her "far far too many clothes".
Sherlock lifted her up, and she wrapped her long pale legs around his waist, throwing her head back and laughing. The shreds of her yellow sundress fell away as he carried her across the room and dumped her on the bed.
Lucy looked up at the two barely clothed men as they stared down at her, a moment of chill fear ran through her "do you have a plan for me?" she asked in a small voice.
"Actually we do" Sherlock told her, smiling at her cleverness as he dispose of his suit trousers.
"We have read an interesting story this week" John smiled carefully removing his jeans and folding them, placing them on the sofa.
Lucy shuffled on the bed, devoiding herself of the rest of her clothes, staring wide eyed at the two naked men, whose erections where now blatantly displayed. "For the case? You read something on the case you want to try on me?"
"Yes" John told her coming to the bed and lying beside her, placing kisses across her breasts and neck "Do you trust us? Do you mind if we…experiment?" he asked.
"No" she moaned as his hand dropped down to her wetness and he started to finger the petals of her vagina apart.
Lucy spent the next pleasurable few minute being the centre of the two men's attention, her mind didn't seem to want to dwell on what was actually happening, she kept wondering about how out of character Sherlock was being, carefully seemingly concentrating on putting her into a lather. He was asking John's help, and doing everything the older man asked him too. Eventually it got to the point where Lucy's head was swimming and she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs. Then John picked her up by her waist and pulled her on top of him, as he entered her deeply he pulled her forward so they were kissing.
Lucy moaned into John's mouth and was aware of Sherlock moving behind her, she gasped as Sherlock put his hands around her, effectively pushing her further forward till only the head of Johns penis remained inside her. Her eyes opened wide as she felt Sherlock pushed his own erection beside Johns and entered her as well.
"What?" she groaned but John silenced her with a deeper kiss.
Sat on the sofa Lucy groaned again, as the two men stared at her, and then each other.
"It could be either of us?" John said "We wouldn't have a clue?"
"Not till it's born anyway" Sherlock told him.
"Do we want to know?" Lucy asked "I mean does it matter?"
"I suppose it doesn't?" John said.