I closed my eyes, and relished the sensation of his body and the many hands upon me.
After a mere moment I opened my eyes once more, and found Matthew kneeling between my legs, his phallus exposed, hard and eagerly jutting towards me.
‘Jacob?’ Matthew sounded unsure.
My husband gave another nod of encouragement, though I thought perhaps I saw a flash of pain in his eyes as he did.
Then, I could no longer think. My world became focussed only on that place between my thighs. Matthew’s manhood was thick and strong, and he penetrated me with such ferocity I cried out. I was insensible. Nothing seemed to exist but sensation. My body accepted Matthew’s invasion as Jacob’s hands ground against that sensitive place he knew so well. The sound of flesh beating against flesh mingled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and pleasured cries. I gasped, my hands reaching for Jacob, my breath now coming in rhythmic pants, timed to Matthew’s amorous attack. I was filled by Matthew and teased by Jacob’s clever fingers and yet I still wanted more.
More what, I did not know.
Soon, all too soon, I began to lose greater cognisance and Matthew’s rutting became more frantic. I could feel Jacob’s manhood pressed against my side, somehow he’d freed it from his breeches. I grasped for him, my body rocking in time with Matthew’s plunges. Jacob gave a startled cry as my hand tightened around his staff. I wanted Jacob as I had Matthew, but my mind seemed to be losing function and all I could do was cry out and stroke Jacob’s hard rigidity.
I drew my eyes from the deep frown of concentration upon Matthew’s face and twisted my head to look towards my husband. Pure hunger shone bright on his countenance.
‘Janie, I have never,’ he groaned, ‘seen anything more arousing than this…’
My hand tightened about his phallus as his fingers danced over my sex and my womb began to tighten, moving ever closer to total gratification.
‘Jacob,’ I cried, and felt his lips kiss my cheek as I turned to face Matthew who bucked above me with total abandon. ‘Matthew.’
My world became hands, lips, skin upon skin. The pleasure so intense I could scarce remember to breathe.
My world shrunk even further, able only to experience the sensations betwixt my legs. It seemed I had no mind at all. I writhed between the men, Matthew atop me, and Jacob tight beside me, as I travelled ever closer to that elusive pinnacle of pleasure. Between the magic of Jacob’s knowing hands and the primal meeting of Matthew’s manhood and my quim, I believe I screamed.
Jacob’s hand covered my mouth to stem my cry, then as if by some mystical synchronicity I reached completion. The sweet, heady pressure between my legs erupted, and Matthew rammed his way to his own gratification. His cry was softer than my own, but with this final crescendo he impaled me to his root. As he did, I felt Jacob spasm beside me, his phallus pulsing and twitching underneath my hand.
As the last contractions of passion ended, Matthew slumped, exhausted atop me as Jacob shuddered aside me
We lay there some time, a veritable tangle of limbs. The scent of our pleasures offered a heady perfume, and after a while our rapid beating hearts slowed, and realisation of our act was met with full understanding for the first time.
It was predictably Matthew who made to move first.
‘Excuse me,’ he said with forced politeness as his manhood slipped, slack and sated from my thighs.
As he made leave, with a surprisingly rushed gesture, Jacob tucked his own phallus back into his breeches.
The gesture seemed to spur Matthew on, and he did the same. Leaving only me exposed and on view.
‘Gentlemen,’ I began. ‘There is no rush.’ I caught Jacob’s arm with one hand, and Matthew with the other. They stopped their retreat and looked at each other. Neither seemed intent upon looking at me.
I could feel Matthew’s seed leak from my sex in a rush as I moved to restrain both men.
‘Matthew,’ I said, and he looked at me, his face reddening. ‘Thank you. You have given us the chance for a son, something we otherwise would not have had. More than that, you’ve given me pleasure, something I had not expected.’
Matthew looked perplexed. ‘You are welcome,’ he said.
‘Jacob, have you something to add?’
Jacob looked at me, and then Matthew. ‘Don’t leave,’ he said. ‘We want you to stay.’
He shook his head. ‘What will happen when you have the son you desire?’ he asked. ‘Am I not just the stallion stud? It seems foolish to stay, when I could very well already have served my purpose here…’
There was an unfortunately-timed rapping on the door.
My heart lurched, and both Matthew and Jacob froze. I pulled down my skirts and returned my breasts to my dress, hoping to present a more decorous image to whoever was requesting entrance.
‘Yes?’ I called, and as I did, both men moved away from the bed, one towards the window, the other to the chair.
I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all; none could ever have guessed the wickedness that had just taken place within my rooms. Upon espying the scene, the gentlemen appeared slightly dishevelled and both looked pensive, yet there was nothing in either demeanour to suggest any impropriety.
‘Milady?’ It was Esther’s voice that called through the door. ‘Is Milord in there with you?’
‘Yes,’ I replied.
Without word, the door opened and Esther entered. She looked at me, and then Matthew, and Jacob.
‘Mr Fielding,’ she said and bobbed, ‘Milord.’
‘What is it Esther?’ Jacob asked.
‘Your brother has awoken.’ It seemed my maid did not wish to look upon the gentlemen and kept her eyes modestly lowered.
‘Quite, thank you for alerting me.’
Jacob walked towards me and kissed my cheek and without further farewell left.
For a moment only, Esther hesitated as Matthew lingered by the window.
‘It’s all right, Esther,’ I assured.
‘Do you wish me to recall the physician for yourself, Milady?’ she asked. ‘You’ve had quite a shock.’
So I had. ‘No.’ I shook my head. ‘I feel very well indeed.’
Esther curtsied and exited the room swiftly.
‘Matthew,’ I said when she was gone.
Matthew tore his gaze from the window, his expression deeply uncertain.
I sighed, mayhap I could not convince him. ‘If it is your wish to leave, then I feel I must not inhibit you. If there is nothing I can say to change your mind from this course of action, you have mine and Jacob’s blessing to go.’
He worried his lip. ‘It is not that I wish to go, heavens. I am just unsure what we have done here is the correct thing.’
I looked at him askance. I’d had the same reservations initially, yet now the act was done, I was thrilled by it. I wished nothing more than to have both the men again. If that made me slatternly, then so be it.
‘Did it feel sinful to you?’ I asked gently. ‘Did it feel wrong to share me with Jacob?’
He shook his head instantly. ‘No, and that’s the crux of it. It didn’t. It felt wrong when I had you on my own.’
‘Indeed,’ I agreed. ‘So why do you stew in such angst? If Jacob is happy to share me with you, and you admit it was preferable, why are you so concerned?’
‘I’m an unmarried man. Will it not turn heads, my being here at Fielding? What about Mansbury Terrace?’
‘Why should your presence at Fielding turn heads? I could list many unwed gentlemen who live quite amicably with their families rather than venturing out alone. Surely life here at Fielding is preferable to your accommodations in London?’
‘Of course,’ he agreed.
‘And if it is your continued wish to refurbish Mansbury Terrace, then you are most free to do so. Although, I personally would loathe it if you were to depart and live there permanently.’
His face remained unconvinced.
‘Still you are uncertain?’ I asked.
The notion of Matthew in another’s arms sent an uncomfortable cloak of heat over me. ‘That would be entirely your decision, Matthew,’ I replied carefully.
‘The notion bothers you?’ He was perceptible as ever.
‘Perhaps it does. Though I am happy to be shared, I do not think I am quite so generous with my men as they are with me. It is a fault entirely my own.’
Matthew laughed then, and the sound sent pleasure through me.
‘I adore you, Jane, you do know that, don’t you?’
The confession was startling. ‘I…’
‘I hope that in time, perhaps you will find me more favourably situated in your emotions.’
‘Oh, Matthew, you fool. You already are!’
Chapter 12
Monday 4th October 1813
It has been some time since I last wrote of our private affairs and I shall state now — I am with child. Though a girl or boy, it remains to be seen. I have only just enlightened the gentlemen to my condition this day, and pray they do not become overly cautious with me: a situation both tiresome and dull to all and sundry.
I can report that Arthur recovered from his disastrous fall. Wicked though my sentiment may have been, I was initially disappointed by this. He has, however, not returned to Fielding since, and we have great assurance that he is most reluctant to do so. Apparently, his general attitude since his recovery has been singularly peculiar. The physician suggested that due to extensive blood loss from his fall through the glass, there has been some level of damage to his mind. I am not at all certain what this entails, but his movement is much less fluid and there has been a marked shift in his behaviour — quite often he is said to be in a state of confusion. For ourselves, there has been much benefit in his changed mental state. The scandalous behaviour in which he once so frequently indulged has been markedly reduced. Why, Jacob has not once been requested to visit London and sort out bother.
Here in Berkshire, we have happily continued the arrangement between Jacob, Matthew and myself, despite the threat of Arthur forcing Jacob to name him heir having largely passed. Our reasons for continuing the arrangement are simple. We do indeed want a son and Jacob cannot provide Fielding with one. More so, however, is the fact that the acts in which we frequently partake have taken me to the very heights of pleasure and joy, and I would simply be loath to end them.
I have always believed most ardently that God, in all his wisdom, created women with ingenious design, and the capacity for reaching almost impossible pinnacles of pleasure. Matthew, Jacob and I have indulged in much experimentation in our quest for an heir. It started most simply, Jacob taking his ease with me, and holding me when Matthew gave me his seed after. Though undoubtedly exciting and titillating, I wanted more, and I say with some embarrassment that I wondered if mayhap I could take both men at once. I loathed how Jacob and Matthew had to watch the other take their ease. One always waiting. Though they claimed it was no hardship, I wished to behold them both.
So I suggested something I still blush to admit. Whilst Matthew takes me and offers his seed to my womb, Jacob takes me otherwise, in that secret forbidden place.
There is nothing quite like awaiting the ministrations of my gentlemen of an evening, when the servants are abed and the children fast asleep. The anticipation draws dew to my quim as nothing else ever has.
They both enter my rooms, sometimes silent, other times laughing, but always dressed in nothing but dressing gowns. The candles flicker and they disrobe, as if in preparation for some bacchanalian revelry — which in a sense it is.
I draw them to me, their hands wild, searching and hard. I kiss whoever comes close to my mouth, and in return their lips pay homage to mine.
Soon, always too soon, I find myself astride Matthew, his phallus at the apex of my thighs. There he enters with a heady grunt. Not a moment later, I will feel the oiled length of my husband’s manhood nudge between the globes of my rear. It is always tight as he enters there, sometimes uncomfortable, but never for long. As my body loosens around my men, they begin a primal rhythm. The sound of flesh upon flesh echoes about my rooms, accompanied by a symphony of gentle moans and cries. It may sound fanciful to some, but during these times I feel worshiped like some archaic goddess. The men’s mouths are hot on my skin, and all too soon I find my womb tightening ready to reach gratification.
I could, and would, gladly retain this arrangement between myself, Matthew and Jacob for eternity. For I love them both, it’s true.
***
I realise that to some, our private affairs may seem sinful, wanton and lustful, and yet as I sit writing this narrative a child quickens in my womb, the hope and future of Fielding and everything it encompasses.
Matthew was unusually quiet when I disclosed news of my confinement to him. His eyes grew haunted and pained. ‘If it is a boy, you shall not require me any longer,’ he said.
I looked to my husband, and he verily laughed out loud. ‘Do you think we should thrust you into the knackers yard, like some lame old stallion?’ he mocked.
Matthew looked towards the garden. ‘You would be quite within your rights to do so, I should not be needed again if Jane bears a son.’
Jacob tutted, and slapped his cousin on the shoulder, in comfort or in mockery one can’t be quite sure. ‘That is where you are quite wrong, Matthew,’ he admonished. ‘For rest assured, good man, though we need but one heir, we most certainly are in want of spares.’
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Title: The Private Affairs of Lady Jane Fielding
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