The Private Affairs Of Lady Jane Fielding (12 page)

For a terribly long time he said naught at all, but stood and paced the room like a caged bear. How long he paced, I dare not suggest, but I believe during this lengthy interlude I heard the physician come and go. It was clear Matthew was battling with his own thoughts, so furrowed was his brow. Of course, I wished him time to consider my words, but how much time should I offer?

Finally, I could stand it no longer. ‘Please, you torture me with your silence and pacing. Answer me, Matthew, what say you to my confession?’ I asked.

‘I…’ Matthew’s mouth worked wordlessly, and I imagined that mouth on my breasts.

‘Then say naught.’ I pulled him towards the bed, and he sank down beside me, his face perplexed.

‘What will Jacob say?’

‘Jacob knows, I have spoken with him.’

Matthew frowned. ‘You have?’

‘Indeed, yes, and I have had quite enough of words for now,’ I added.

Without invitation, or giving an allowance to respond, I pulled him closer towards me. ‘Kiss me,’ I whispered, and I watched his brows furrow.

‘It would not be proper,’ he said stiffly, and resisted.

‘Kiss her.’

Jacob’s voice startled us both, and Matthew flew to his feet, his face aflame.

‘Forgive me, cousin,’ he gasped.

‘It is I who should ask your forgiveness,’ Jacob said, his eyes catching mine. He moved towards the bed; there was blood on his clothes.

‘Is Arthur…?’ I began.

‘The physician has treated Arthur’s wounds. There is little else that can be done. All we can do is wait. Esther is with him, and the physician will return tomorrow to see how my brother fares,’ Jacob replied dismissively. ‘Please continue what you were doing.’

Matthew offered a nervous look.

‘Kiss her.’ Jacob’s voice was soft.

What was he doing? I wondered, but truthfully I knew.

My sex slickened.

‘What depravity are you suggesting now, Jacob?’ Matthew asked, backing away from the bed. His expression was one of curiosity and horror both.

‘I realise I am a man of jealous nature,’ Jacob said, and moved towards the bed, tugging his blood stained jacket off. ‘I realise that I cannot abide my wife with another man, so I must be there. Moreover, I want an heir and I must be present when one is conceived.’

My heart hammered.

‘What are you suggesting?’ Matthew repeated, his throat clearly constricted.

‘I am suggesting we share her,’ Jacob said, his eyes never leaving Matthew. ‘Only, of course, if my wife is amenable to the proposition.’

Two handsome sets of eyes descended on me.

Was I amenable?

Once more I envisaged Matthew and Jacob’s hands on my body, discovering my slick wet quim, entering me, driving me to the height of passion.

‘Yes, I am amenable,’ I said.

‘Then, please, Matthew, kiss my wife. I do believe she has even requested it.’

Again Matthew’s throat constricted and he hesitated. I heard Jacob tut under his breath. ‘If you shall not, I most certainly shall.’

He moved swiftly towards me and crawled atop the bed, then pressed his lips to mine. His mouth was hungry against me. I could feel his anxiety burn through his clothing and knew without him speaking just how difficult this decision had been for him. His hands roved over my body, hot and hard. I felt him gather my skirts, and he breathed into my ear soft words of love and encouragement.

I heard Matthew’s sharp intake of breath as Jacob’s hands gathered the cloth at my thighs.

‘Come, Matthew,’ I groaned, as Jacob released one of my breasts from my dress and suckled. ‘Please.’

For what seemed like a long time, Matthew wavered, but eventually he sank down to the bed, his hands hesitating a moment before he captured my green silk slippers and removed them from my feet.

As his caress reached my ankle I cried out in surprise. Jacob raised his head from my bosom, and offered Matthew a nod before returning his attention to my breast.

Matthew’s hands were tentative as they moved slowly from my ankle northward. His fingers skimmed over the white silk stockings and caressed my knees.

Wordlessly, Jacob pulled my skirts higher now, displaying the wet curls of my sex. I wore no drawers, thus there was nothing to impede Matthew’s observations of my most private place.

A whimper climbed from my throat as Matthew’s hands curled around the tops of my stockings, drawing them down my leg, one by one. As he did, Jacob’s hand found my quim, and his clever fingers danced past that sweet place eliciting such heat and pleasure that I found my legs splayed wide as if I begged for something more.

The sensation of two sets of hands upon my body was shocking, arousing and so delectable I could not help but release another moan.

I heard Jacob’s masculine laugh as his hands left my lower parts to play elsewhere. I felt his touch firm on my bosom again, this time drawing the second breast from my dress. Matthew’s fingers began to tentatively touch my sex, and the softness of his caress made me arch towards him. I saw Jacob’s eyes darken as he teased my breasts with no such gentility. The contrast between their caresses was stark, and utterly sensual.

I must have made some sound, as Jacob looked away from me to Matthew. ‘She needs you,’ I heard him say.

Matthew’s grip tightened on my splayed thighs a moment longer. Then, blessedly, I heard the sounds of the removal of breeches.

‘Jacob, I want you too,’ I breathed, and in response, his hands travelled south to caress and splay my sex wide for Matthew’s anticipated entrance.

‘You shall always have me.’ Jacob kissed my neck and pulled in close to my side. I could feel the hot length of him and the hard ridge of his manhood grind against me.

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.

Matthew’s beautiful lips turned in a grimace. ‘What if I wished to marry one day?’

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…’