by G Scott Gray
“Thank you, my love,” said Lydia with an arch look at Wickham.
“You’re most welcome, my pet,” said Wickham, naked on the chair.
“As I was saying, Lilly,” went on Lydia, “I also enjoy making love to women. Like you, I enjoy men and women.”
“Sometimes both at the same time,” interrupted Wickham.
“Thank you, George.”
“You’re most welcome, my pet.”
Lydia did not say anything else. Instead, she looked directly at Lilly and began to remove her clothing. First, she unfastened her dress and took it off. She took off her brassiere and revealed her fine breasts, which her husband always enjoyed fondling. Then she slid down her pretty satin undergarments. She got onto the big four-poster bed and lay on her back. Without taking her eyes from those of Lilly, she parted her legs. She opened them wide and relished the incredibly sexy sensation of following Lilly’s gaze as it lowered to her (Lydia’s) beautiful ripe, wet pussy. Lilly smiled as she looked at the smattering of mousy hair and luscious folds of Lydia’s aching womanhood.
“Make love to me,” breathed Lydia.
“You want me to make love to you?” said Lilly as she approached the bed with an enigmatic grin.
“I want you to fuck my cunt with your big, hard, wonderful she - cock.”
Lilly climbed onto the bed. Normally she made love from behind. It was a little easier with men and when she made love to a woman in this fashion, she had access to both pussy and bottom. For she loved both. She loved to thrust inside a lady’s pretty pussy and later perhaps, ease her big member in and out of the lady’s arsehole (well buttered of course).
But with Lydia, she wanted to love her in the missionary position, like husband and wife. There was something about Lydia which made her want to look into her eyes as she made love to her with her large she-member. She climbed on top of Lydia and kissed her full and long on the mouth, exploring her with her tongue. She sucked and licked her fine breasts until Lydia could bear it no more.
“Fuck me, Lilly. Fuck me hard. I need your big thick cock inside me right now.”
Lilly placed her cock just between Lydia’s soft, crinkly lips of love. She teased her by just nudging the head a tiny way inside. Lydia thought she would swoon with frustrated desire at any moment until Lilly thrust forward with one large, powerful stroke and plunged her cock all the way inside. Lydia cried out with joy and begged Lilly to love her hard and fast.
Lilly was delighted to oblige and thrust her hips back and forth, sliding her hard member in and out of Lydia’s secret place, with massive strokes back and forth. All Lydia’s frustrations vanished as her aching pussy was pounded over and over by Lilly’s magnificent manhood, like a piston rod in a well oiled cylinder.
All the time, Wickham was taking great enjoyment from watching a stunning she - male making love to his wife. It pleased him greatly and he felt a tingling in his own member and balls as the early stages of erection began to stir.
“Fuck me harder, Lilly,” begged Lydia.
Lilly obliged and fucked her harder. She grasped Lydia’s ankles and lifted her legs into the air. At the same time, she pulled her legs further apart and wrapped her hands around Lydia’s knees so she could push forward and penetrate her sweet pussy more deeply. Lydia cried out again and again with each powerful thrust and in her ecstasy, squeezed her breasts together firmly, kneading them with her hands and pulling at her nipples, making them proud and firm.
Wickham was enjoying it too. He was erect now and stroked his member slowly, watching with relish as his wife was ploughed hard and well.
“Oh, Lilly,” cried Lydia, “I’m going to cum. Make me cum, Lilly. Bring me to the height of pleasure.”
“Yes, Mrs Wickham. I want to make you climax, I want to make your sweet pussy convulse and tremble to my touch.”
“Yes, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” cried Lydia.
“Yes, my love,” said Wickham, “let me hear you scream. Do not stop, Lilly, make my wife cum hard.”
Lilly made love to Lydia yet harder, anxious to give her a full and heavy climax. Lydia’s body shook and convulsed as her marvellous orgasm overwhelmed her completely and spread outwards from the innermost depths of her soaking cunt. Lilly went into overdrive and thrust still harder, still faster. Only when Lydia had stopped shaking and her face adopted a glassy look of sheer bliss did Lilly slow down and final stop. She put Lydia’s legs down again and finally pulled her member slowly out. As a last little act of love, she put a finger inside Lydia and sucked off the sweet, musky juices of love. She put her finger in Lydia again and this time held it to Lydia’s mouth so she could taste herself.
She looked up at Lilly.
“Oh, Lilly, Lilly, that was exquisite.”
“Mrs Wickham, you were wonderful.”
“But you didn’t cum, my love. You made me cum hard and heavy, but you didn’t finish yourself.”
“It doesn’t matter, Mrs Wickham,” said Lilly with a smile. “I’m just glad I brought you some pleasure.”
“It’s a shame though,” said Lydia. “I like the feel of a man’s seed. There’s something unique and wonderful about it.”
George Wickham considered himself a good husband. He thought of himself as a selfless man. So, he got up from his chair and stood next to the bed, standing over Lydia’s head. He stroked his member quick and hard and after barely a minute, threw back his head as a large amount of his creamy essence spurted from his member and splashed over Lydia.
“Thank you, George,” she said, as she licked away the salty fluid as best she could.
“My pleasure, my pet. I know how much you like a facial.”
And he was right. She loved it when he made himself cum on her face.
It took them a while to recover themselves. They lay naked on the bed or sat in a chair. All three were naked but they didn’t care. They didn’t feel embarrassed or that they had done anything wrong. They just felt weary and happy, comfortable with each other, enjoying each other’s nakedness.
“I should think Mr Andrews will be returning soon,” said Lydia.
“Yes, I suppose so,” said Lilly. “I should get dressed.”
“We all should,” said Lydia.
“Pity,” said Wickham. He enjoyed being naked and he enjoyed the nakedness of others.
Slowly they all dressed and returned downstairs. A little later, Mr and Mrs Andrews returned. They spoke briefly to George and Lydia before they said farewell. None of them said anything about Lilly’s little secret. Mr Andrews could tell though that Lilly had revealed herself to them and that they had enjoyed themselves very much. As Wickham and Mr Andrews shook hands, they grinned and gave each other a little nod of acknowledgement. Then Mr and Mrs Andrews got into their coach together with Lilly and returned to their home.
Afterwards Wickham and Lydia discussed matter.
“I thought she was delightful, didn’t you, George.”
“I found her most pleasing,” said Wickham.
“I would dearly like to see her again.”
“We could have a small gathering here next week. And we should say nothing about Lilly. Perhaps our guests will find out or themselves exactly what kind of woman she is.”
“Who should we invite?”
“I think the people who would be most shocked,” said Wickham with a sly grin. “I think we should invite Mr and Mrs Collins.”
“I rather think that Mrs Collins would enjoy herself, once the initial shock had worn off.”
“Indeed. And I would love to see the look on the good reverend’s face when he discovers her secret.”
“Who else?” said Lydia.
“That brother in law of yours.”
“Which one?”
“Darcy, of course. Maybe Lilly could wipe that smug, pompous, self satisfied look from his face.”
“Very well. And perhaps Jane and Mr Bingley?”
“I don’t really think they’d enjoy that sort of thing, do you?” said
Wickham
“No, I suppose not. From what I hear they only have vanilla love,” said Lydia
“Vanilla love?”
“Yes, you know, rather plain. Once a week on Friday night. Missionary position with the candles extinguished.”
“Then I think Lilly would be rather too much for them.”
“Agreed.”
Wickham and Lydia decided to keep it an intimate affair and invited only Lizzy and Darcy and Mr and Mrs Collins. And of course, Lilly.
Darcy and Lizzy were in bed when they received their invitation.
Lizzy lay on the bed. Her legs were apart, and she smiled up at her husband who admired her naked body with wonder and delight. He lowered his gaze and looked at her secret place, glistening with wetness. It was a sight of which he never tired. He got on the bed and was about to make love to her, glorious, passionate love, when there was a knock on the door of their bed chamber.
“Damn, who is that,” said Darcy.
He quickly put on a robe and went to the door.
“There’s a letter for, sir,” said a buxom, middle aged maidservant.
“Thank you, Bella,” he said.
Darcy blushed as Bella glanced down at the very obvious bulge beneath his robe.
“That will be all, Bella.”
“Yes, sir.”
He did not bother to open the letter, so inflamed with desire for his wife was he. He got on the bed beside her. Lizzy opened her legs for him again. He made love to her with such loving tenderness as well as passion that she could not prevent a tear of joy running down her cheek. He brought her to a marvellous apotheosis of passion, as she lifted one breast then the other to her mouth so she could suck her own nipples. He felt the stirring of his own climax but skilfully managed to slow himself down sufficiently that he was able to thrust powerful again and bring her to another climactic moment of bliss. Only then did he love her with abandon, such that he went straight through and enjoyed his own orgasm and flooded Lizzy’s beautiful, silky pussy with his rich fluid of love. Exhausted he solely pulled himself out and then watched as the fluid dripped slowly from between Lizzy’s pussy lips.
“I do enjoy seeing a cream pastry, my love,” he said seductively.
“I love it when you watch as it oozes from my cunny.”
Staring into his eyes and not shifting her gaze for a moment, she put two fingers a little way inside herself and scooped a little of his seed. She put her fingers to her mouth and licked off every trace of the warm, creamy fluid.
“Mmm,” she said as she swallowed.
He grinned at her with love.
Then he remembered the letter. He took a letter knife and opened it. He quickly read the contents.
“The deuce,” he said.
“What is it?” said Lizzy. “Who is it from?”
“It’s from that odious brother in law of yours.”
“Wickham? What does he want?”
“It’s an invitation to a small and intimate party. He says that he and his wife would like us to come so we can meet a rather special friend of theirs. He says her name is Lilly and she is from Siam and we might be in for a delightful surprise when we meet her.”
“That sounds amusing. When is the party? I may need to buy a new gown.”
“Lizzy,” he said, “we can’t go. You know that. I promised myself that I would never invite him to Pemberley, and that I would never set foot in his home. Not after what he tried to do with my dear sister Georgiana. I will never forget what happened at Ramsgate.”
“But, Fitzwilliam…”
“I’m sorry, Lizzy, but my mind is made up.”
Lizzy regretted now that they had made love before the letter was delivered. If he had read the letter first, then she would easily have been able to persuade him to change his mind. Nothing more was said on the matter.
Still, she thought to herself, it was a damned good fuck and he made her cum twice.
Mr and Mrs Collins received their invitation the same day. They replied at once and said they would be happy to join Wickham and Lydia. Mrs Collins liked Lydia and enjoyed talking to her and catching up on all her family news. Also, she liked it when Lydia had a couple of glasses of wine and talked about her amorous exploits with Wickham. She enjoyed Lydia’s stories, even though occasionally she felt a little jealous. For, her amorous exploits with Mr Collins were pale and dull by comparison.
Mr Collins liked the fact that Wickham and Lydia always served a good dinner.
“I wonder what they mean when they say their new friend from Siam might give us a surprise?” said Mrs Collins.
Me Collins shrugged.
“I don’t know. Perhaps she’s a lady with some kind of special talent.”
A week later, Mr and Mrs Collins took coach to the residence of Mr and Mrs Wickham.
Lydia and Wickham invited them in warmly.
“When does your friend from Siam arrive?” said Collins.
“Oh, she’s already here. She in the drawing room.”
“I’m looking forward to meeting her. I’ve been wondering in what manner she will surprise us?”
“Oh, you’ll see,” said Lydia with a grin at her husband.
Wickham and Lydia led them to the drawing room and introductions were made.
“I am very glad to meet you, my dear,” said Mr Collins in his usual obsequious manner.
Lilly curtsied and said she was glad to see too.
They had a brief luncheon, and all talked together.
“You say you are from Siam?” said Mrs Collins.
“Yes, Siam,” said Lilly with a grin.
Everybody laughed except Mr Collins who did not understand Lilly’s joke.
Collins asked her if she was a good Christian woman. She said that she was not. Wickham and Lydia were not sure if she meant she was not Christian, or she was not good. Perhaps she meant both. In any case Collins said he would pray for her and read extracts from the bible in order to save her soul.
After luncheon, Mr Wickham talked with Mr Collins alone.
“She’s a stunning looking woman, isn’t she, Collins?”
“She certainly is. I tell you, Wickham, if I hadn’t made wedding vows to Mrs Collins, I would consider making her my mistress. Maybe for an hour or so anyway.”
“Would you indeed. What if your wife gave you her permission?”
“She would never do that.”
In the meantime, Lydia spoke to Mrs Collins.
“She is a very beautiful woman, isn’t she, Mrs Collins?”
“Yes, she is.”
“I think she has caught your husband’s eye.”
“Really?”
“I suspect he would enjoy relations with her if were permitted.”
“You think so?”
“Yes. And I think if her were to lie with her, she would teach him things which would be of advantage to you. If you know what I mean.”
“You think I should encourage him to make love to her then?”
“Why not? Mr Wickham and I have a very open marriage. And we’re both very happy.”
Mrs Collins thought about it for a while.
“I’m really not sure,” she said.
“Perhaps you will change your mind if I tell you Lilly’s secret.”
She whispered in Mrs Collins ear.
Mrs Collins looked at her aghast. She could not believe it.
“Really? Are you sure? Is that even possible?”
“Yes, I’m sure. My husband will confirm the matter. Now, just imagine the moment when your husband and she are enjoying each other’s company in one of the bed chambers. Imagine what will happen if she undresses and sees her. Or even better, imagine if he put his hand beneath her dress? Imagine his shock when he touches her privately.”
Mrs Collins thought about it. It was irresistible.
“Very well. It’s his birthday next week so I can use that as a pretext.”
“Good. Let’s go and find them.”
Wickham and Lydi
a, together with Lilly, met Mr and Mrs Collins in the garden.
Mr Collins began to flirt with Lilly.
“You are a very beautiful woman. It would be a pleasure to save your soul.”
“Thank you, sir.”
In truth, Lilly did not like his manner. Like most people she found him pompous, windy and self righteous. Wickham saw this and whispered to her that she might be able to achieve some kind of vengeance against him, if she were willing. She said she was willing. Very willing.
Mr and Mrs Collins talked on their own.
“You like her don’t you, William?”
“She’s quite pretty I suppose.”
“Oh, come now. I can see how much you’re beguiled by her. Well, would you like to spend a little time with her? Alone?”
“What do you mean, Mrs Collins?”
“It’s your birthday next week. As a special present, would you like to spend some time with her. In a bed chamber. Just the two of you for an hour or so.”
“You mean it, Mrs Collins?” he said with a gulp.
“Yes, of course. And I think the lady likes you too. And why wouldn’t she? You’re a fine figure of a man.”
Mr Collins thought so too.
“Thank you, Mrs Collins. Yes, she will be a lucky lady if I give her my amorous attentions for a while.”
They went and talked to Lilly. It was agreed that she and Mr Collins would go to a bed chamber for a couple of hours. They could do whatever they wished. When they spoke to Wickham, he assured them they could use the best bed chamber and would not be disturbed.
Wickham, Lydia and Mrs Collins watched as Mr Collins and Lilly linked arms and walked back into the house. They went upstairs and went into the bedroom which Wickham had pointed out as the best. Mr Collins locked the door behind them.
Wickham, Lydia and Mrs Collins followed them. They crept upstairs and stood by the bed chamber door. They made no noise and listened carefully to what was taking place inside. They could hear Mr Collins and Lilly talking.
“You are very beautiful,” said Collins.
“Thank you.”
“Would it be too much to ask if you would…er…remove your dress.”
“Not at all.”
They listened while Lilly took off her dress and heard it fall to the floor.