So here's what you have been waiting for. Very explicit. Do not say I didn't warn you. Lol.
Darcy's birthday was marked by a few simple gestures, rather than any grand excitement. The family dinner was delicious and much to Darcy's liking. After dinner, Georgiana and Elizabeth's playing of the pianoforte was a source of joy for Darcy. Hannah sang one duet with Georgiana, and Elizabeth believed they sounded very well together.
Darcy received gifts from each of them, including a copy of Waverly from Elizabeth, a book published recently that Darcy could not obtain due to its popularity causing it to be constantly sold out. She had to enlist Mr. Gardiner to obtain this copy, for his contacts in trade could sometimes be put to good use.
The next morning and afternoon passed like any other, but Elizabeth was a bundle of nerves, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt rather like her mother, except she would not be calling for a servant to bring her smelling salts.
They dined informally that evening, and Elizabeth was glad to see she was not the only one who seemed nervous. Richard was often looking at her or Darcy with a contemplative expression. She wondered if he was having second thoughts about the arrangement. Georgiana and Hannah exchanged looks of confusion, feeling that something had shifted in the manners of the others, although they could not name it. Georgiana hoped that Elizabeth and her brother had not had a disagreement.
Georgiana and Hannah were in the midst of a game of chess in the library, so they went thither after dinner, leaving the others to themselves. Unable to retire until the servants had also, the three remained in the parlour. Darcy read aloud from a novel while Elizabeth mended clothes for the tenants. Richard assisted her, handing her needles, pins, scissors, and other items as she needed them. Once again, Richard was surprised by the immense range of Elizabeth's abilities. He had known that she sewed, but most women he knew only embroidered. He was amazed to see someone with the skill to mend stockings and patch the knees of breeches. Perhaps the ladies of the ton knew how, but he did not see them perform such tasks.
Finally, when the clock struck nine, Darcy told the footman that stood nearby that they would need no more assistance that evening, except for the services of the valets and ladies' maids. He bowed and said he would send up their personal servants as requested, before quitting the room.
They each went first to their own chambers, so they might keep up the pretence of normality. Elizabeth felt the urge to wear something special or different, but she didn't want her maid to suspect that something was different. Thus, Elizabeth put on one of the many light cotton nightgowns she owned when her maid presented it. Her hair was plaited as usual and tied securely with a blue ribbon.
After dismissing her maid for the evening, Elizabeth was uncertain how long she ought to wait to join Darcy. They had said a half hour, but was that after dismissing the servants or from the time they went up to their rooms? She decided eventually that it did not matter. She had before been in his chambers while his valet was still attending him. She was his wife, and there was nothing unusual about her being there.
She knocked lightly on his door and was bade to enter. His valet had already completed his duties, it seemed, for Darcy was sitting in a chair wearing a nightshirt. He gestured for her to come to him, and when she did, he pulled her onto his lap.
"Remember that no matter what happens, you can stop everything with a word. Neither Richard nor I will hold it against you." He embraced her while he spoke, reassuring her both with his words and his manner. Elizabeth knew she could trust both the men, but the fear of the unknown was causing her some discomfort. She nodded in agreement and he kissed her cheek.
They remained thus for another quarter-hour until they heard a creak in Darcy's dressing room. Elizabeth had long since forgotten about the passage from the library to Darcy's dressing room, a relic from the reformation when such passages were used to assist priests in escaping from harm. There were two priest holes as well, but they were little more than small dark rooms big enough for a bed and perhaps a table. Elizabeth thought their children would delight in those rooms, particularly if they let them discover the rooms by themselves.
Richard advanced hesitantly, still clad in a shirt and trousers, but having been divested of his other garments. Darcy waved him in further, before asking Elizabeth to get up so he could lock all the doors. When this was done, they three stood awkwardly together for several moments, no one quite knowing how to begin. Finally, Darcy suggested that Elizabeth help Richard out of his clothes, as that was the logical first step.
She stepped hesitantly towards him, feeling both men's eyes on her skin like a physical touch. She moved with gentleness, her fingers gracefully gliding over the fabric of his shirt while she untucked it from his trousers. She paused, her fingers trembling slightly, as she worked to undo the buttons. Richard pulled the garment over his head, dropping it onto the chair where Elizabeth had been recently sitting.
She bit her lip slightly as she considered him. He looked very much like Darcy, except that he had several scars where he had sustained more minor injuries in battle. He had a deep scar running through his navel, giving the appearance of two instead of one. She hesitantly extended her hand, her eyes searching his.
"That was from a sword. One of my men struck the enemy down just as he had me, so I was fortunate that my wound was only skin deep," Richard answered her unasked question. "One of several times that I have thus far cheated death."
Elizabeth was surprised upon hearing of Richard's story, for she had not realised he had been near death multiple times. He did not seem to speak of it any longer, however, as he was beginning to undo the buttons on his trousers. Elizabeth could tell he was already aroused by the bulge in his trousers, and, being still slightly nervous, she let him take them off without her assistance.
She watched with curiosity as his member was freed from its confines, as she had only ever seen her husband in a state of undress. It was slightly longer, but not as thick as Darcy's. She wondered if it would feel very different.
She dropped her gaze after realising she had been staring at his member, but then her eyes fixed upon his most recent war wound. It was sizable and concave, from where the flesh had been removed. It was still slightly pink, where all the other scars on his body were the same colour as his skin.
"I'm afraid I am not very handsome undressed. Too many scars," he said with a wry smile.
"I was not thinking that at all. I just had not known the wound was so large."
Richard shrugged. "I suppose the surgeon wanted to make sure that he got out all the infection."
"As riveting as this conversation is," said Darcy, "it seems an odd one to have in such a circumstance."
Darcy rose and went to them, taking each by the hand and bringing them to the bed. He removed his own nightshirt, then aided Elizabeth in taking off her nightgown. With all three in the same state of nakedness, he climbed up onto the bed and gestured for Elizabeth and Richard to do likewise.
"You can touch her," said Darcy, as Richard kept his distance, even when laying naked beside Elizabeth. "Assuming Elizabeth does not object. I recommend you begin with her breasts; they are rather splendid."
Elizabeth could not help but giggle. Darcy sounded more like a merchant recommending a particular blend of tea than a man describing a woman's bosom. His recommendation seemed to work, though, for Richard reached out and tentatively touched one of her breasts. He handled it delicately, testing its weight in his hand and delighting in the feel. His only physical connection with Elizabeth was his hand, as he remained apprehensive. He watched Darcy more than her, wondering if he would soon be thrashed and thrown from the room.
Darcy showed nothing but arousal, however. He reached out and grasped Richard by the waist, pulling him closer to Elizabeth so his member was brushing her stomach. To say that Richard was shocked by Darcy's forwardness would have been an understatement, but he was not displeased. It relieved many of his doubts about the situation.
Richard ran his thumb around Elizabeth's nipple and softly kissed her forehead. He pressed his hand firmer into her breast, kneading as if it were dough. Elizabeth gasped in pleasure as Richard's hands moved more confidently across her body, and her hands flew to his chest. He planted feather light kisses on her cheeks, then her nose, before finally settling on her lips. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and when they parted slightly, he explored her mouth as he continued to run his hands over her body.
She must have forgotten momentarily that there were two men in the bed, for she gasped when she felt Darcy's lips on her neck, sucking and nipping the places that he knew drove her to distraction. The sensations were oh so familiar. She had felt these movements and kisses so many times before, but the added sensations of another set of hands and lips added to the pleasure she felt. Her mind could not process all that was happening.
Darcy ran his hands down her sides before squeezing her lovely pert bottom. He had decided that he would have his wife first, as it was only fair. He reached between her legs, stroking her netherlips. She gasped against Richard's mouth as he reached inside her to coat his hand in her juices before reaching further forward to rub at her nub. She writhed in pleasure, grinding against Darcy's hand. Her movement also pressed her hips against Richard's cock, and he had to pull away slightly to not spend like a green boy.
Richard moved down her body, kissing his way down her neck to her bosom. Darcy murmured something to Richard that she had not the sense to attend to, but he nodded against her as he took her nipple into his mouth and began to alternate suckling and swirling his tongue around its peak.
She suddenly realised what Darcy must have said, for she felt him position himself at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed into her, and she shut her eyes in ecstasy as he filled her. Darcy's movements caused her breasts to thrust hard into Richard's face in the same rhythm, and in order to not be suffocated, he had to give up her bosom for the moment. Instead, he slid one of his hands between her legs, rubbing at her nub as Darcy had been only a moment before while his other hand caressed her sides.
Elizabeth gave in as she was overtaken by the moment, waves of pleasure overtaking her. She cried out Darcy's name while she grabbed at Richard's back, trying to find purchase against him as her world fell apart. As she came down from her peak, she felt Darcy shudder with pleasure, his movements growing more urgent and chaotic. This lasted only a moment longer before she felt his seed fill her. He covered the back of her neck and her shoulders with kisses as he spent, whispering the same endearments he often did in that moment.
He pulled his now-softened member out of her as he continued to kiss her.
"Are you ready for Richard?" he murmured to her.
She had nearly forgotten that they were not yet done. Richard was still there, ready for her. She nodded and allowed herself to be repositioned. Darcy sat against the headboard and settled her shoulders and head onto his lap. She looked up at Richard, who parted her knees and found his place between them. His eyes searched her inquisitively, silently asking her permission. She gave a barely perceptible nod, and he slowly entered her.
"Dear God, Lizzy." He had dreamt of this moment more times than he could count, longing for what he thought he could never have. Nothing he had ever felt could compare to what he felt in that moment. He withdrew slightly before taking her to the hilt. Darcy's seed lubricated her well, allowing him to move with ease.
He felt very different than Darcy, as his cock touched different places within her. She missed Darcy's width, but Richard's cock was longer and touched previously unknown sources of pleasure. It hurt a little at first, as he brushed the sensitive entrance to her womb, but she soon adjusted to his movements and found herself meeting his thrusts.
Darcy's hands were on her chest, rolling her nipples between his fingers and relishing the erotic scene before him. While Darcy loved Elizabeth more than the world itself, Richard was a very attractive man and it was a different sort of lust that stirred within Darcy as he watched his attractive best friend fuck his wife. His eyes were fixed on Richard's cock sliding in and out of her.
"Ow, Darcy, cease!" Elizabeth cried out. He let go of her breasts, realising that he had been squeezing her breasts far too hard. He apologised and leaned down to awkwardly kiss her.
Richard had stopped moving when Elizabeth cried out, so she motioned for him to continue while Darcy made sure to be gentler with Elizabeth, only running his hands over her breasts and holding them without squeezing.
Richard could not last much longer, and while he reached down to play with Elizabeth's nub to try to bring her to her release, his self-control failed him and he could not hold himself back any longer. His seed joined with Darcy's within her, as he gasped and panted, collapsing on top of her. He kissed her breasts and Darcy's hands as he came, overcome with the pleasure of the moment.
When he was finished, he rolled off of her and looked at her sheepishly, apologising for not seeing to her pleasure first. "I tried, but I could not," he explained. "I was overcome."
Elizabeth shrugged, for she had already had one release and did not mind overly much that she did not get a second. He rolled off of her and lay beside her, smiling like a fool. He kissed her deeply before laying back on the pillow, one arm draped over her while she still rested her head on Darcy's lap. This position was becoming uncomfortable though, as Darcy had again become aroused watching Richard and Elizabeth together.
"Do you need…?" Elizabeth asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I should not. You should remain still so his seed can settle in you, Elizabeth," Darcy replied.
Richard looked at Darcy with a half smirk and a raised eyebrow of his own, making Darcy blush. It seemed absurd that he had such a reaction when they had just shared a woman. Yet, he had never told Elizabeth about what he had done long ago with Richard. He did not know how she would react. His decision was taken away when Richard offered aloud, "I could take you in my mouth like we did in school."
Elizabeth looked surprised, but not horrified. "What?"
"We… um… in school. We used to pleasure one another. We did not want to use abbeys due to disease and could not afford mistresses, as my father was still alive and controlling the purse strings," Darcy explained in a whisper. He glanced at his wife, who was looking at him with an inscrutable expression.
"I did not know that men did such things to each other," she said after a while. "I admit to some curiosity. I should like to see it. Perhaps he is more talented than I, and I might learn something."
Darcy was all astonishment at her reaction. He had expected her to be horrified and declare him wicked. He should have known better, though. His Elizabeth was not the sort to accuse in such a manner. Her reaction of great curiosity was much more in keeping with her character.
Elizabeth raised her head and shoulders so Darcy might slip from beneath her and lie back on the mattress. Richard knelt between his legs, a position familiar from so long ago, and leaned forward to run his tongue up the underside of Darcy's cock. It sent a frisson of pleasure through Darcy, as it was not something Elizabeth had ever thought to do. He brought his tongue up to the cleft where the head met the shaft and flicked it with his tongue, torturing Darcy as he liked to do. Richard brought one hand up to cup Darcy's ballocks, squeezing them gently as he took the head in his mouth. Darcy laid back and closed his eyes, one hand reaching out and resting atop Elizabeth's breast.
Richard ceased teasing him then and took Darcy fully into his mouth. Initially, he moved with agonizing slowness, but as Darcy's cock stiffened further, he increased his pace and took Darcy deep into his mouth.
Elizabeth watched the two men with interest. Richard seemed to know exactly how to please Darcy and she wondered just how often they had done this in school. Richard's hands were now gripping Darcy's buttocks, using them as leverage to drive Darcy deeper into his throat with every thrust. Richard began to hum quietly, and Elizabeth saw his throat bulge. Her eyes widened in surprise, as she realised Darcy's member was inside his throat, not just his mouth. He did not gag or sputter as she did. Darcy lasted only a moment longer before his hips jerked wildly and he moaned loudly through his release.
When Darcy was spent, Richard sat back on his heels and looked at them. He was not entirely sure what happened now, but supposed that it was time for him to leave. He rose from the bed, but Darcy grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "Not yet. You just have to go before the servants come in on the morrow. You can remain a while longer."
Richard was relieved, as this was a moment he had not considered. He settled himself on the other side of Elizabeth, as that spot had the largest unoccupied portion of mattress. Elizabeth was facing Darcy, so he wrapped his body around her, inhaling her sweet scent and sighing in contentment.