by G Scott Gray
“No, Mr Wickham.”
“It’s all at your husband’s expense. So you see, Mrs Darcy, I do not mind being isolated here at all. I am perfectly content. It is like a free holiday. I have everything I need. Pleasant surroundings, a comfortable bed, food, drink and my wife to provide my more…er…exotic needs.”
“What do you think my husband will say when I tell him what you’ve just said?”
“You may tell him what you please. He can’t have me thrown out. It’s the law. So you see, there is nothing you or he can do.”
Lizzy turned to her sister and appealed silently to her better nature. Lydia lowered her head and said nothing.
“What have you to say, Lydia?” said Lizzy at last.
“Lizzy, he’s my husband. I can’t go against him, you know that.”
Lizzy softened. She knew it wasn’t Lydia’s fault.
“You’re right. Lydia. You must support your husband. I understand that.”
Lizzy said nothing further. She left the bed chamber and returned down the corridors to the main part of Pemberley. She found Darcy in the study, busy writing letters even though he knew they could not be delivered for another three weeks.
“Well, did you tell them?” he said. “How did they react? Disappointed? Impatient?”
“Well, no. Quite the reverse actually. Wickham anyway.”
“What do you mean, Lizzy?” he said, putting down his pen.
“He says he is enjoying staying here gratis.”
She explained exactly what Wickham had said in every detail. She saw Darcy’s fists tighten with rage.
“The man is a swine. An absolute swine. I am very glad that Georgiana is not here. The thought of my sister being in the same house as that man would be more than I could bear. I am going to the far wing right now and insist that he leave immediately, bag and baggage.
“But, Fitzwilliam, you can’t. You know you can’t. It’s against the law in the current crisis.”
Darcy knew it too. He knew there was nothing he could do. He took some comfort from the fact that Georgiana was far away from Pemberley, visiting Lizzy’s uncle and aunt, with whom she had become great friends. He cooled down sufficiently to take Lizzy’s hand and put it to his lips.
“You’re right of course, my love,” he said. “We shall just have to put up with them. At least they are in the far wing.”
He continued with his letters while Lizzy studied a piece of sheet music. It was a fine piano sonata which she intended to play for her guests that evening. It was either that or having to listen to another one of Mr Collins’ sermons.
Another week passed. Everybody was becoming a little restless by now. However, word came that they would be permitted to walk in the Pemberley gardens once more provided they did not come into contact with anybody outside. This alleviated the boredom somewhat as Darcy and Lizzy took walks around the beautiful gardens with Mr and Mrs Collins.
“Are Mr and Mrs Wickham permitted to enjoy the gardens too, Mr Darcy?” asked Charlotte.
“Yes, but only at certain designated times to ensure that we do not meet them by accident.”
“I don’t quite understand why we must be isolated from them?” said Collins. “For, we are in the same building are we not?”
Darcy had told them that Wickham and Lydia must remain in the far wing in order to avoid the possibility of becoming infected. He and Lizzy knew it was simpler than that. It was merely to keep Wickham out of his (Darcy’s) sight.
Charlotte lingered behind the others. Lizzy let Darcy and Collins go on ahead and joined her.
“How are you today, Charlotte? We haven’t had much chance to speak these last few days.”
“To speak the truth, Lizzy, I was rather relieved when it was announced that we would have to remain another three weeks.”
“But why? Aren’t you looking forward to going home again?”
“With Mr Collins you mean? A life without intimacy or physical love? No, Lizzy, I was relieved because it meant I may be able to spend some time with you alone again. If you know what I mean.”
Lizzy linked arms with Charlotte and they continued to walk slowly among the shrubs and flowers.
“I know exactly what you mean, Charlotte. Perhaps you could come to my bed chamber this afternoon.”
“You mean it, Lizzy?”
“Of course, my love. I haven’t forgotten what happened there a few days ago.”
Charlotte hadn’t forgotten either. She had thought of little else since that day.
Lizzy stopped for a moment to inspect a pretty shrub.
“Nice foliage,” she said.
“Thank you,” said Charlotte and blushed charmingly.
“What? Oh, no I meant this shrub.”
“Oh, I see. Sorry, I thought you meant…”
Lizzy gave a throaty laugh.
“Mind you,” she said, “that’s true also. You had very pretty foliage, as it were.”
Charlotte lowered her head and blushed again. She also smiled at Lizzy’s compliment.
“After lunch?” said Charlotte. “my husband always goes for a nap after lunch.”
“Won’t you feel uncomfortable knowing he’s next door?”
“No. Firstly, he’s a heavy sleeper. Secondly, it serves him right, having his wife a few mere yards away enjoying carnal love while he snores away in ignorance.”
“Very well. I’ll find some errand or other to occupy Darcy for an hour or so.”
They increased their pace to catch up with their husbands.
“And, Lizzy?” said Charlotte.
“Yes.”
“It’s my turn to please you this time. Remember?”
“Of course. And I’m sure you’ll please me very much.”
When the two couples returned to the house, a light luncheon had already been served in the dining room. All ate and drank in moderation except Mr Collins who ate an enormous amount. Charlotte didn’t mind because the more he ate the more weary he became. Accordingly he would retire for his nap all the sooner.
Mr Collins mopped up the remainder of the sauce on his plate with a large piece of bread. He sweated freely from his exertions at the table.
“Excellent lunch, Darcy. Now, if you will excuse me I really must go for a nap. Forgive me, my dear, for I am rather weary.”
Charlotte glanced at Lizzy.
“That is quite all right, William. I understand perfectly.”
With a quick peck on his wife’s cheek, Mr Collins retired to his bed chamber. Within less than two minutes he was snoring, loudly and contentedly.
While Darcy spoke to a servant regarding dinner arrangements later that evening, Lizzy whispered to Charlotte:
“Go upstairs and wait for me in my chamber. I will join you forthwith.”
Breathing shallow and fast with anticipation, Charlotte hurried to Lizzy’s room.
Lizzy then spoke to Darcy.
“Fitzwilliam, Charlotte has gone to our chamber. I will be joining her shortly. I intend to show her the drapes for I understand she wishes to refurnish her own chamber when she returns home. Perhaps you could take a walk around the garden. A long walk. An hour maybe?”
He smiled at his wife.
“I understand completely, Lizzy. There is much to do in the garden, so I will probably be some time. An hour did you say?”
“Will that be sufficient for what you wish to achieve?”
“You tell me, Lizzy,” he said with a grin. “In any event, enjoy yourselves.”
Lizzy went upstairs and quietly opened the door and entered her bed chamber. Charlotte sat on the bed patiently. Lizzy joined her on the bed.
“Well here we are, Charlotte. Again.”
“Lizzy, I have been thinking of this moment since that first time.”
“Indeed?” said Lizzy with a grin.
“I have thought of nothing else. Lizzy, it was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me.”
“Including your marriage to Mr Collins?” said L
izzy in a gently mocking tone.
“Especially including my marriage to Mr Collins.”
Lizzy looked at her with pity in her eyes.
“Charlotte, my love…”
She extended her hand and brushed the hair away from Charlotte’s cheeks. She drew her friend to her and kissed her very gently on the lips. With a lingering look at Charlotte she stood up and slowly began to disrobe. First she took off her dainty little shoes and then unfastened her dress. She too it off and then removed her corsets. Charlotte thought her breasts were perfect, large and plump but also firm. Lizzy stood with her hands on her hips so that she could gaze upon her semi naked. Then she very slowly drew down her bloomers. Naked she lay on the bed. Charlotte stared at her in wonder. She thought she had never seen anything so pretty. She was wrong however, for when Lizzy parted her legs to reveal the fullness of her sex, Charlotte was overwhelmed by her sheer beauty. Beauty all the way from her soft hair to her sparkling eyes, her white throat, her incomparable breasts, her smooth belly, her long slim legs and her delicate feet. But something else was finer still. She lifted her eyes and gazed at Lizzy’s sex. It took her breath away for the moment. The pink, plump lips and folds beneath, the red satin walls inside, the crinkly hood and the delightful bud beneath. All was set off by the perfect curly hair above, a triangle of light hair, a smattering which left her lips and hood uncovered.
“Lizzy,” she breathed. “You’re stunning. So beautiful. Mr Darcy is a lucky man. Lucky indeed.”
“Charlotte, stop talking. Come closer and touch me.”
Charlotte moved closer to Lizzy. Nervously she reached out her hand and touched her thigh. Lizzy shivered pleasurably at her touch.
“Across, my love. Put your finger…well, you know where.”
Charlotte bit her lip. She looked askance at Lizzy, who nodded gently with a warm reassuring smile. She moved her hand across a little and put her forefinger on the soft, inviting opening to Lizzy’s lovely sex. She crooked her finger and wiggled it a little, nudging the tip in a little way. She found the silky wetness sensuous and alluring. She looked at Lizzy who tried to reassure her.
“Lizzy, your sex is very pleasing to the touch.”
“Mmm, that’s divine, Charlotte. Now, slide your finger in a little more.”
Charlotte slid her finger in Lizzy’s sex, inch by inch, marvelling at her velvet walls.
“Further, my love. Don’t be shy. I am quite used to having my pussy stretched a little, I assure you.”
“Really? You mean when Mr Darcy makes love to you?”
“Yes,” said Lizzy thinking of Darcy’s large manhood fondly.
She could smell Lizzy’s arousal now. The silky touch combined with the musky aroma overpowered her with desire.
“Lizzy, may I taste you as you tasted me? By your leave, may I lick your…”
“My pussy, Charlotte? I’d be delighted. I love the sensation of a fleshy tongue within me and without. I know it’s your first time, but just take it nice and slowly and you’ll be fine. In fact, I’ve been looking forward to this for the last few days.”
Charlotte positioned herself and placed her head between Lizzy’s legs. She began by planting tiny kisses on Lizzy’s pussy lips, pulling the softness into her mouth a little. She was surprised how good Lizzy tasted too. It was similar to the taste of good wine and she laughed to herself with delight at the first taste. She lifted Lizzy’s bottom a little to enable her to push her tongue further in. Lizzy was gratified how good she was for her first time.
In short, reader, she licked Lizzy’s pussy with passion, tenderness and a surprising expertise. She made Lizzy cry out loud and long, made her lower her hand to stroke Charlotte’s head and at just the right time, made her cum hard and heavy such that her pleasingly aromatic juices of love dribbled like oil from her pussy. Charlotte lapped them up with relish.
Lizzy did not dress herself, for she enjoyed lying naked in front of her friend. It was a highly charged mixture of sensuality and vulnerability.
“I should go back to my room, Lizzy. Mr Collins will waken soon.”
“Very well, Charlotte.”
Charlotte gave Lizzy one last, fond look and headed for the door. Just as she was about to leave, Lizzy spoke to her softly.
“Charlotte?”
“Yes.”
“You were wonderful. I cannot believe that it was your first time.”
Charlotte lowered her head shyly and smiled. She returned to her room, happy and content. Her husband was still asleep, and she lay on the bed next to him, unperturbed by his snoring.
A few minutes later, Darcy returned from the garden and entered the bed chamber. He was greeted by the glorious sight of his wife lying naked on the bed, a look of satisfaction on her face. She lifted her eyes and smiled at him.
“Has Mrs Collins returned to her room?” he said.
“Yes.”
“Did you have an enjoyable time?”
“Yes.”
“Did she admire your curtains?”
“Oh, yes.”
Darcy let his eyes drop to Lizzy’s sex. She was still wet from the attentions of Charlotte’s tongue.
“Good Lord, Lizzy, you look so beautiful.”
“You like what you see?” she said, shifting her position and opening her leg further so that he could see deep inside her.
“Like it? Why, Lizzy, your pussy glistens, it’s like dew, the most delightful dew…”
That was all he said. He hurried over to the bed, removing his garments as he went. He pulled off his tight trousers and white undergarments. He was fully erect, and Lizzy wanted him inside her at once. He turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her up onto all fours. He placed his knees between hers and pushed them further apart. He eased himself inside her wetness with ease and, grasping her buttocks firmly, made love to her from behind, quick and dirty.
She made loud cries of pleasure as he made her cum and then cum again. Neither of them cared whether or not Mr Collins could hear them next door. He came hard inside her, filling her with his warm seed before pulling himself out and watching her from behind with fascination as she produced a delicious cream pie.
They lay on the bed and, crushed with marvellous fatigue, fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms.
In the next room, Charlotte begged her husband to make love to her. Her pussy ached with lust and she did not care how poor and insipid he might be, she just needed his manhood inside her. He said he was too tired. So she retired to their bathroom and brought herself to a swift, satisfying climax with the rounded, highly polished handle of a wooden hairbrush…
Chapter 4
It came to pass that Lizzy became ill. She showed symptoms of the dread disease. Her symptoms were mild, but they were symptoms nevertheless and she was confined to a separate bed chamber for seven days in accordance with the advice of their physician. This meant of course that Darcy and she were unable to enjoy marital relations. They normally had a very vigorous love life and after the first couple of days, Darcy was becoming restless. He knew it was selfish of him but missed his wife and he missed her womanly favours. Of course, he could have taken a servant girl to his bed, but he had made vows on his wedding day to love no woman other than his wife.
Lizzy recovered quickly but the physician advised she still stay isolated for a few more days. Darcy had shown no sign of illness whatsoever and so he was certain he had not been infected. As the days passed, he missed Lizzy more and more and became increasingly frustrated.
Added to his woes was the fact that the hated Wickham was still in the far wing, eating his food and dinking his fine wines gratis. He knew there was nothing he could do to get rid of Wickham for now, but he wanted to punish him in some way.
As he thought about Lizzy, he realised just how radical and exciting their intimate life was. They enjoyed a wide variety of marital relations. They enjoyed oral intercourse, both cunnilingus and fellatio. They had anal intercourse from time to time, which Lizzy en
joyed when the mood was right. Sometimes she reversed the process and made love to his bottom with butter and a wooden phallus. He enjoyed it and knew it gave his wife a certain thrill. And once, he had allowed Mr Collins to suck his manhood to humiliate him when he (Mr Collins had overstayed his welcome at Pemberley). However, he was completely secure in his own manhood and knew such things did not diminish his masculinity in any way.
Wickham on the other hand was very insecure. Yes, he and Lydia enjoyed an exotic love life and he would often boast about it when in his cups. But he had a horror of doing anything with another man lest it make him appear effeminate.
Darcy knew this. He began to formulate a plan.
So, one afternoon, while Lizzy was still isolated, he went down to the far wing. He knocked on the door.
“Come in,” said Wickham.
Darcy entered. Wickham and Lydia were playing cards. Wickham had opened a bottle of brandy and poured himself a measure.
“Hello, Darcy,” said Wickham with a smirk. “What can I do for you, old man?”
Wickham’s casual manner infuriated Darcy and served to strengthen his resolve.
“I would like to talk to your husband for a while, Mrs Wickham,” he said. “Would you excuse us for a while? Say, an hour.”
Lydia looked at Wickham. He nodded.
“You may walk around the gardens if you wish, Mrs Wickham.”
When Lydia had left, Darcy looked at Wickham.
“Your wife is a fine woman, Wickham. How long have you been married now?”
“A little over a year. You should remember. After all, you arranged it didn’t you?”
“Yes, that’s right, I remember. And do you regret your marriage?”
Wickham drank his glass of brandy and poured himself another.
“Well, I have less freedom than I used to. I used to have my pick of young ladies, but now I only have my wife to comfort me. But we have an amusing time in the bed chamber.”
“And you have not been unfaithful to her with another woman?”
“No. You saw to that with that contract that you drew up. Any marital infidelity on my part would lead to a return of the funds you advanced. I’m sure it’s not legally binding you know.”