The trio was greeted with an enthusiastic welcome from their family when they reached Matlock. Richard, in particular, was a welcome sight; his smiling face was a relief to his siblings and parents, who had not seen him in such high spirits for a great while. His younger brother, Henry, had been quite concerned about Richard, to the point that he had worried for his brother's health. That his spirits had risen on their own was, therefore, a relief.
They only remained one night at Matlock, one long frustrating night for Richard, as he had to remain alone in his rooms. He could not help but think of what Lizzy and Darcy were likely doing, and he was left unsatisfied by his own exertions in that regard. Still, the renovations to the family wing of Pemberley would be already completed upon their return, so in future he could come and go from the master and mistress's chambers without anyone noticing. This cheered him immeasurably, for he had grown tired of having to sneak about.
It was just over twenty miles from Matlock to Pemberley, so they arrived home in plenty of time for luncheon. Georgiana and Hannah, who had been required to hide their relationship from prying eyes while at Matlock, immediately made themselves scarce. Thus, after talking a little while with Mrs. Reynolds about a few matters that had come up during their absence, the trio was able to retire to their rooms with very little hinderance.
Richard was immensely pleased when he was able to, upon dismissing his valet, walk from his room into Lizzy's chambers without ever exiting into the corridor. When he entered the room, she was in the bath; the air was filled with the scent of lavender and her hair was damp from the bathwater. With a warm smile, he crept forward on silent, bare feet. He snuck up behind her and suddenly wrapped her in his embrace, making her jump.
"Richard!" she exclaimed. "That was very mean of you!"
"I could not resist," he said with a smile that held no guilt.
Elizabeth playfully splashed some bath water in his direction. A good amount hit his shirt, making it stick to his skin. She challenged him with a bold look, daring him to take the next action. He called her bluff, pulling off his clothing with haste and stepping into the bath with her. The bath water was warm and the tub large enough for them both, no doubt an improvement that Darcy had added long ago.
"Excuse me!" Elizabeth said, splashing him some more. "I seem to recall that there is a bath in your chambers waiting for you."
"That tub does not have a beautiful woman in it." He leaned forward and kissed her passionately, his hands travelling up her legs in a smooth, caressing motion. The warmth of his kiss sent a shiver through her body, and all her protests faded away.
"Richard," she groaned after several minutes. "I do actually need to wash. I have only just got into the bath."
"I will assist," he said. He located the soap and a cloth and, with a few vigorous rubs, created a lather and started to wash her breasts. He paid particular attention to her nipples, pinching them through the cloth as he cleansed her.
"Other parts of my body also need to be washed," said Elizabeth with a giggle as he began to wash one of her breasts for the third time.
He grumbled, but agreed, pulling one of her legs towards him and gently washing it before doing the same with the other. He proved most diligent in his task, and Elizabeth noted that he might have made an excellent lady's maid, had his birth and his sex been different. He quickly washed himself with the same cloth before returning to the task of worshiping her breasts and kissing her senseless.
He reached one hand into the water and found her quim. He began to rub at her nub as she gasped against his mouth. She reached for his cock, but he moved away, wishing for now to ensure she had her pleasure first. She spoke her displeasure at not having him, but he soothed her by promising he would certainly be more than happy to allow her to touch it later, after she fell apart a few times for him.
This was complicated, however, by the bath. The soapy water quickly did away with any evidence of Elizabeth's arousal, making it uncomfortable to continue. She told this to her lover, who then proposed that they abandon the bath and move to her bedchamber.
He left the bath first, drying his legs and his arse with a towel while Elizabeth watched appreciatively. He then offered her his hand, and as she stepped out of the tub, she felt the soft, inviting texture of the mat beneath her feet. Richard took up a towel and began to dry her, caressing her and kissing her languidly as he did so. Once again, certain parts of her body received more attention than others, causing Elizabeth to take the towel from him after a moment. She tried to dry her back and her hair with some measure of faculty, but the continuous kisses and caresses of her breasts and stomach made this almost impossible.
"I think you are plenty dried," said Richard after a few minutes more. "The bedcovers will do the rest."
With a strong embrace, he hoisted her up into his arms, and she squealed loudly in response.
"You must be quieter, my love," said Richard.
"The house has long ago learned to ignore noises coming from the bedchamber. So long as I do not scream your name, we shall be well," said Elizabeth.
With a gentle nudge from his hip, Richard opened the door to her bedchamber, revealing Darcy already within. He was reclining on the bed, one hand behind his head, while the other was gently stroking his member. "Neither of you is very quiet," said Darcy in response to their unspoken questions. "I decided I should like to join whatever it is you are planning."
"I was planning on fucking your wife," said Richard with a smirk.
Darcy's eyebrow arched suggestively as he silently invited them to join him on the bed. She ran towards him and embraced him tightly, her lips hungrily seeking his. Richard was soon to follow, the mattress shifting as he climbed onto the bed. He started to kiss Elizabeth's shoulders, and she felt the warmth of his lips on her skin like a gentle massage. She sighed with contentment as Darcy's lips moved against hers. She was filled with an indescribable happiness that was beyond measure.
"I am the luckiest woman in the world," she said. "And I love you both so very much."
Darcy's face was illuminated with a bright smile while Richard wrapped his arms tighter around Elizabeth in a warm embrace.
Speaking with heartfelt emotion in his voice, Darcy replied, "I love you both as well. I would have never thought it possible to love two people with all of my heart at the same time."
Richard was struck speechless. Darcy loved him. He had entered this arrangement hoping Elizabeth would eventually grow to care for him a fraction of the amount she cared for Darcy. He was now blessed with the love of both of the most important people in his life. After a few moments of struggle, he was finally able to say, "I love you both too," with tears forming in his eyes. A moment later, they were spilling over and streaking his cheeks.
Darcy saw Richard's distress and lovingly caressed his face, gently brushing away the tears. "No tears, my love," he said, then kissed him softly.
"I cannot help it." With a warm smile, Richard tried to explain his tears, "I never imagined. I never imagined that I would experience such levels of joy and contentment. I was sure I would be alone forever, and I believed I would have to confront my bad dreams night after night alone in my bed. The nightmares have all but disappeared, and I am fortunate to have you both in my life. I can hardly believe I have your love. I do not deserve such happiness."
"You are a wonderful man, Richard," said Elizabeth, rolling over to face him. "Of course, we love you." She clasped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer so she might kiss him.
As Elizabeth kissed him tenderly, he felt Darcy's gentle caress on his arms. He felt the comforting embrace of his dearest loves. Darcy's words of affection were like a beautiful symphony to his ears, his voice a sweet melody.
Their lips moved more rapidly, and their soft kisses grew more fervent as Elizabeth felt both men's ardour growing. She moaned in delight as Richard dipped his head down to take one of her breasts in his mouth, nibbling on her nipple.
Will's kisses left a trail of tingles on her neck. He moved his leg between her thighs; his ardour pressing against her back as she ground her quim against his knee. She was overwhelmed by a torrent of sensations that cascaded through her body. Richard added to the surge of pleasure when he reached down and began to roll her nub with his fingers.
"Dear fucking God," she cried out, clawing at Richard's back as she felt her body collapse and her mind went blank with pleasure.
As her world came back into focus a moment or two later, she heard Will ask Richard to get the oil from the drawer of the bedside table. She heard the drawer creak open, followed by the sound of him rummaging through the contents in search of the glass jar. He located it, and the men whispered as Richard gave the oil to Will.
"Lizzy?" asked Richard.
"Hmmm?" she asked, still somewhat lost from reality.
"Darcy asked if he could play with your arse. We have the oil."
"Slowly at first," she said, rolling a little onto Richard so Will could better have access.
Richard passionately kissed her, and his hands felt rough and calloused as they ran up her sides. Her senses returned as he did so, allowing her to have full pleasure when Darcy began to tease the opening of her arse. Elizabeth liked when Will played with her arse, but it had been so long since they had played in that way. Because the act could not produce children, they had avoided in for the past year or so since they had realised their difficulty.
Darcy slipped one finger in her and began to move it slowly, allowing her to adjust to the feeling. After only a moment, he added a second finger, for she was pushing back against his hand as she pressed her sex to Richard's hip. Occasionally, Darcy would smack her arse, making her moan or cry out against Richard's mouth.
"I think you are ready, Elizabeth," said Darcy.
She nodded in response.
Darcy manoeuvred himself so he was sitting with his back to the wall. He covered his hardened cock with oil, using probably more than was needed, but supposing more was better than less. He gestured for Elizabeth to come to him. She complied, and he kissed her ardently.
"Sit on it," he said.
She immediately grasped his implication and adjusted her position to face Richard. She leaned forward and asked Will to play with her arse a little more so she might relax the muscles, and he inserted two slippery fingers into her, thrusting them quickly. A moment later, she pulled his hand away and positioned herself near his cock, slowly impaling herself upon it as Darcy held it still.
Richard sat, unable to look away from the scene before him, entranced by his lovers' intimacy. When Elizabeth began to rock back and forth on Darcy's lap, moaning and writhing, he could not sit and observe any longer. He kneeled before Elizabeth, positioning himself at her centre and entering her with one thrust. Will moaned louder than Elizabeth when he did, for the feeling of Richard's cock on the other side of the thin piece of flesh separating them. Richard's thrusts moved Elizabeth up and down on both of them; each time he moved, his cock also caressed Darcy's. Elizabeth allowed the men to move her, as her mind was too full of everything to do much more than hold on to Richard's shoulders.
Richard leaned forward and kissed Will over her shoulder, impaling Elizabeth deeply on both men's cocks. She whimpered in pleasure as Darcy began to thrust upwards into her, unable to tell where the sensations from one man stopped and the other began. The whimper alarmed both men. They broke their kiss and looked at her in concern. She could only manage to tell them she was well and that they ought to continue.
As both men began to thrust, she let her body loll back against Darcy. His hands massaged her breasts as he kissed her neck, whispering how fucking good her arse felt. She moaned in response and reached up to stroke his face with one hand. Richard leaned in and kissed her, their tongues exploring each other with passionate fervour. His pace increased and Elizabeth grasped the post of the bed to gain leverage, meeting the men's fervour with her own as she neared her peak.
She felt Darcy's cock begin to throb and his seed fill her. He had tried to hold off by stilling himself, but the others' pace made him unable to suspend his pleasure a moment longer. Each stroke of Richard's urged him on as their cocks touched and Richard's balls slapped against his.
He remained inside Elizabeth, softened but still enjoying the sensations as the other two continued their pleasure. Elizabeth looked like a woman possessed, crying out and writhing against two men. Finally, her back ached against him and he kissed her tenderly, rolling her nipples as she reached her pleasure. Richard followed a second later, shaking and kissing Elizabeth fervently as he spent himself in her.
Once both had come down from their peaks, Richard pulled out of Elizabeth and laid beside them. Elizabeth released Darcy from inside her. She turned and kissed him passionately, then leaned over to give Richard a tender kiss before settling between them.
"I think we might need to bathe again," she said as she closed her eyes. "Not right now, though. I need to rest."
"Did we kill you?" asked Darcy, referring to his own exhaustion a few days previously.
"Mayhap. I cannot tell yet," was Elizabeth's answer.
Not more than ten minutes later, all three lovers were wrapped around each other and asleep.