Page 21 of My Lord, Lady, and Gentleman

“Oh yes. Train that lush ass with my fingers and a dildo until it is ready to take a cock. It might be Joseph’s. It might be mine. Perhaps one of us will have your cunt, while the other takes your ass. You will be stuffed very, very full.”

Joseph chuckled. “She just clenched around my fingers. I think Susie likes the idea.”

More than liked it. Having a cock in her mouth and quim had been naughty enough. But two down there, in such a forbidden way…

“I want that,” she said firmly. “Soon.”

“Of course,” said Clayton gruffly, his eyes gleaming. “But for now…what if Joseph fucked you while I fucked him? Like an erotic chain link? I’ll fill him with my come, and he’ll fill you with his.”

And just like that, her arousal cooled.

“Joseph doesn’t come in me,” she said woodenly, unable to mask her sadness, and her husband gazed up at her, his expression becoming bleak.

Clayton frowned, his fingers slipping from Joseph’s backside. “Beg pardon?”

“He always spills on my belly. So I don’t become pregnant. And it breaks my heart because I want his child more than anything.”

“I’m sorry…” said Joseph rawly.

Clayton made soothing circles on her husband’s rigid back. “I know there must be an excellent reason why you haven’t given your wife the baby she craves. What is it?”

“I…uh…” Joseph replied, then his head bowed, and shoulders slumped. “Bad blood.”

“What?” said Susanna, confused and alarmed, yet utterly unwilling to let the matter drop because it seemed for the first time that he might actually tell her the truth. “I don’t understand. Turn around and explain, please.”

Reluctance in his every movement, Joseph got to his knees and settled between her and Clayton. “Back in Dublin…my grandfather was a talented musician, known as a drunk who beat his wife and children. My mother died when I was a lad, and my father was a brilliant tailor who couldn’t hold down a job for long because in the cold and damp his old injuries stiffened, and he drank to ease the pain. I did his work. When he died, I had to escape. For the next few months, I let five men repeatedly fuck me to save enough money for a ticket to England and a new life. So you see, I am definitely not the man you want siring your child.”

“Bloody hell,” breathed Clayton. “How brave you were. And how much you’ve achieved since then.”

She nodded. “So very brave. But you are entirely wrong, Joseph Fenton. I have my heart set on a son with dark hair and dark eyes. He’ll live in a happy home with a loving father to croon Irish lullabies and dress him exquisitely. And…and a loving godfather who’ll teach painting and how to use urns for door destruction. Perhaps our son will have brothers and sisters with brown hair. Or even blond…”

Her voice trailed off, and Susanna bit her lip. Oh no. She’d said too much, too soon yet again.

The silence stretched. And then Joseph said softly: “You’re saying yes. For the three of us to be together. To be a family.”

Clayton sucked in a harsh breath. “Truly? You want me to stay?”

“I am. And I do. So very much. I know it has only been a few weeks. But it just feels right. I’m sure we’ll have our trials, and even with loyal servants, more than our share of gossip and nonsense. But the alternative is unthinkable now. We work best together. An unconventional, wildly scandalous and thoroughly exciting ménage.”

He grinned hugely, his eyes over bright, and seconds later she and Joseph were hauled against his chest for a long, tight hug. “Thank you, darling. Nothing would make me happier. Although I do think we’re going to need a bigger bed.”

Joseph laughed as they held each other close. “I think so. Who would have thought…it’s three thirds that make a whole.”

“Indeed,” sniffled Susanna, fighting a losing battle against tears of joy.

“Here, now,” said Clayton, stroking circles on both their arms. “No time for that. Not when there are wishes to be granted. My lord?”

Joseph looked at her, his dark eyes shining. “Shall we try then, Susie? For…for a son?”

She tore off her nightgown, then shifted on the bed so she could lie back on the pillows, her arms curled above her head in complete surrender. Clayton and Joseph exchanged a wicked, lingering kiss before settling either side of her, each licking a trail from her inner thigh to her needy quim. She bucked, crying out as her hands tugged on their hair. They merely parted her nether curls, and holding her tender folds open, took turns sucking her clitoris and lapping up her juices until she orgasmed with an abandoned scream.

“Much better,” said Clayton, fisting his engorged cock. “Now you’re ready to be fucked hard and filled with come.”

Joseph moaned as he discarded his nightshirt. “So am I. Please.”

Almost writhing with need, Susanna spread her thighs even wider so Joseph could kneel between them. He braced himself on one hand, using his other to guide his thick cock into her soaking wet quim. When he was buried deep, and they were holding each other, both panting at the effort to remain still, she glanced at Clayton and nodded. “Now you, dearest.”

He reached for the oil bottle to pour some more into his palm. After swiftly slicking his cock, Clayton leaned forward and placed a soft, lingering kiss on Joseph’s neck. Then his fingers curled around Joseph’s waist, and he pressed forward. Although she couldn’t see the penetration, she reaped the benefit in seeing Joseph’s pleasure, feeling his cock driven further inside her, and she cried out in bliss.