Page 13 of A Very Surrey SFS Christmas

“Susie,” he stuttered, as he attempted to retrieve his jaw from the floor. He’d always thought her the most beautiful woman in the world with her brown hair, bright blue eyes, and slender curves, but pregnancy had added a fullness to her breasts and hips that was extraordinarily appealing. “You…robe…”

“What my tongue-tied Irish friend is attempting to say, is that you look magnificent, darling,” rasped Clayton. “As though you are impatiently waiting for your men.”

She sauntered forward, hips swaying, and they could only stare at the luscious flashes of rosy nipples and brown bush.

Then Susanna retied her robe tightly, before carefully scooping David out of Clayton’s arms, and settling him on her own shoulder. “Good afternoon, my sleepy angel. Mama loves you to the stars and back, but right now you are going to join Jessica in the nursery, so your parents may…ahem…have a special nap. Do not move a muscle, you two. I shall return.”

Joseph cleared his throat as Susanna left the room in a flurry of fabric, the scent of rosewater lingering. “Christ Almighty. If special nap means what I hope it does, my trousers are going to have to be cut off. I’m hard as stone already. Can I also say my hand is relieved, I think it was about ready to stage a protest for overuse.”

“You’re not the only one,” growled Clay. “My mouth is watering for cunt and cock. Fuck.”

“My, my,” said Susanna as she returned, an impish smile playing at her lips. “Such language. One might almost think you want me quite desperately.”

“Did you doubt it?” asked Joseph, frowning.

She clasped her hands together, her cheeks pink. “I was unsure. And not because of anything you said or did, I might add. You’ve both been so loving and patient. But that long birth was a lot for me, not to mention all the changes to my body. I thought I might go mad. For a while I was frightened I might never want to be bedded again, then it changed completely and I craved it more than air, but was afraid you might not desire me anymore. I know spying is not at all the thing, but to overhear your conversation with Lady Portia was…reassuring. Good heavens, how I wish to, er…talk.”

Clayton grinned. “The manor is going to be swaying with the sheer amount of talking this afternoon. I hope the foundations are sturdy.”

“It was built in Tudor times, I’m sure the foundations will survive,” said Susie with a giggle. “Not so sure about me, however, if I don’t have an orgasm very soon.”

Almost groaning, Joseph reached down and unfastened the fall of his trousers, simply so he didn’t expire of cock strangulation. He needed this badly. The intimacy, the exquisite pleasure of fucking and being fucked by the man and woman he loved, the two people who had accepted his humble past and his desire for both men and women, and welcomed him into their hearts.

“Well then, my lady,” Joseph said hoarsely, taking her hand and Clayton’s in his, for this was them: a ménage forever. “Let us not wait another moment.”

He was indeed blessed.

* * *

Because of these two men, all her dreams had come true.

Staring down at their clasped hands, Lady Susanna Fenton smiled. She’d always wanted what her late parents had enjoyed—a passionate partnership, a child of that love, and a successful business—and now she had it all.

The road had been rocky at times, and society sticklers wouldn’t receive her due to their unconventional household. But she refused to hide that she lived with her husband and her lover, and those who disapproved could go kiss a toad. With Joseph and Clayton’s unwavering loving support, she had blossomed into the woman she’d always wanted to be: bold and forthright, a passionate lover, a doting mama, and a respected businesswoman.

To be living her fantasy was a great and glorious thing.

“I think,” she said huskily, “the two of you are vastly overdressed for the occasion. Perhaps you’ll allow me to act as your valet.”

“By all means,” said Clayton, the heat in his eyes making her shiver.

“Just be gentle, Susie,” added Joseph. “Our cocks have missed you so much they may well erupt like a damned geyser.”

“You didn’t bed each other?” she asked, a little surprised.

Clayton shook his head. “Not without you, darling. Three thirds make a whole.”

Tears burned her eyes. To know they cherished her so…

With lust-clumsy fingers, she removed Clayton’s protective paint smock, then the rest of his clothing. That tall, leanly muscled frame made her wetter, and she couldn’t resist licking his warm, hairless chest.

His fists clenched at his sides, his hardening cock bobbing against his abdomen now it had been freed from its fabric prison. “Undress Joseph. Hurry.”

Susanna turned and attended to her husband’s clothing, reveling in his harsh indrawn breaths as she stroked his brawny, hairy chest, then his thick cock.

“How shall we fuck, Susie?” asked Joseph. “You decide. We don’t want to hurt you.”

“I need you both inside me,” she replied bluntly, her need too great to dissemble. “In my quim and in my backside. Please. I, ah, brought a small bottle of oil. It’s in my reticule.”