ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (189 page)

Chapter 19

Lord and Lady Hexley stood at the front doorway with some of the servants, as the coach pulled up. Out of it stepped Lord Hexley’s youngest sister, Lady Olivia Fitzwilliam, and her nursemaid, holding her baby girl, Georgiana. Bridget was so very happy to see her sister-in-law and her very healthy baby. This gave her hope for her own child. Cholera had recently broken out amongst the villagers and she worried for her health and the child that kicked within her belly.

“Oh, my, Bridget, look at the size of you!” Olivia whispered in her ear as they kissed one another’s cheeks in greeting.

Bridge rubbed her stomach in pride, she did not have long to go now, which was the reason for Olivia’s visit. Lady Fitzwilliam was here for an extended stay with the intention of supporting her sister-in-law. She was after all, a mother now, and a woman of experience. Though she might add, an experience she never wished to go through again, at the time of the event. Now though, seeing Bridget’s bump, it made her pine to have another child.

The nursemaid took baby Georgiana straight up to the nursery; her mother would see her later, after she had rested from the long journey here. Lord Fitzwilliam had joined his wife, not wanting them to undertake the arduous travel alone. Besides he liked his brother-in-law, Mathias, and looked forward to many happy days ahead, hunting and fishing.

The whole household was abuzz with the excitement over new visitors, especially with a new baby in the house too. Combined with Lady Hexley’s impending arrival, this was indeed a happy and contented household.

* * *

Tristan boarded the large ship. His father had come to visit him to see him off, and he waved to him from the deck. They had discussed his father joining him, seeing as how he was retired from work now, but his bones ached and he did not wish to embark on such an adventure at this time in his life. When Tristan had visited his father’s new home, he was almost tempted to stay in England. The view of the ocean from the house was stunning.

In the end it was probably that view that had encouraged him to accept the Lord’s offer. At first he was angry that Lord Hexley thought he could buy him off. He had truly been fond of Bridget. However, his experiences over the last few months had made him realize the difference in their worlds. They were not meant for each other; it was now obvious to him. Although he was a little surprised at Lord Hexley’s generosity, but what did it matter. If his Lordship was willing to pay him off never to see his wife again, which he wasn’t going to be doing anyway, then so be it. The thought of never seeing his father again had been the hardest part. Yet his father more than encouraged him to go seek a new life, find a wife and have a beautiful family of his own. His father made it all appear very tempting.

And so, here he was, setting off to the new world, and seeking out a whole new life for himself, all at the expense of Lord Hexley. His passage fully paid, in a cabin as well, and money to spare to get him started, what more could a young ex-soldier hope for. He hoped that his skills with the guns might see him into a new trade.

Malcolm waved his son goodbye, a few tears in his eyes, but they were of happiness. He had never informed Tristan that he may be a father, what was the point of causing him more grief. The lad had suffered enough, what with his experience in the wars and then falling in love with someone he could never have. He deserved better, and the generosity of Lord Hexley would see to it that Tristan had a good start.

Chapter 20

The whole household was in disarray. All the staff had been informed that Lady Hexley had started in labour, in the early hours of the morning. Everyone was excited and worried, all at the same time. These things could go so very wrong, even money could not guarantee a healthy birth.

Downstairs in the kitchen, everyone had said a prayer around the table at breakfast time. They all hoped that the birth would go well and the baby is healthy. The patter of tiny feet was just what this house needed.

* * *

Bridget insisted on the fresh air from the window. Gertrude had wanted all the windows and curtains closing, and a large fire burning in the hearth, but Bridget would not hear of it. As Mathias was banned from the room, Gertrude had no one to support her, so she reluctantly agreed. She had no choice in the matter as Olivia had supported Bridget.

Bridget had also not allowed any midwives near her. Her housekeeper would be there when she needed her. She wanted no influence from others, much against the better judgement of her husband. He had insisted on a surgeon being in attendance for the birth. Originally she only wanted Olivia in the room, and no one else. She knew though that she was in no condition to object, but she would insist on having things done her own way. Olivia felt the same way and between them they managed to convince Gertrude.

Gertrude, on her part was annoyed with Bridget, she had refuse to any “lying-in,” period, saying that continual rest just gave her more back ache. Gertrude believed a woman needed rest in the later stages, but Bridget would still go for walks in the garden. Thankfully, she had agreed to stop horse riding, for a short while anyway.

* * *

Mathias was aware of his wife’s strange behaviour throughout her pregnancy, but he trusted her instincts. After all, it was her free spirit that had attracted him to her in the first place. She would not rest when she was told to, she would not eat and drink as she had been advised and she wanted only herself and Olivia to deliver the baby. That was preposterous and he had insisted on others being in attendance, at least she had relented on that.

He paced the floor and then poured himself a stiff drink. This was going to be a long day.

* * *

The cry of a baby rang throughout the house. Mathias sat at his desk and put his head in his hands in relief. At least the baby had been born, alive.

“Lady Hexley insists on you joining her, me Lord,” a voice said from the door. One of the maids was over excited at bringing him the strange request.

It was typical of Bridget, he could imagine his sister, Gertrude, would be furious even at the door being opened and risking a draft, never mind letting a man into the room. When he got to her bedroom, he had been right, Bridget has insisted on the door being open and the curtains, and the windows. His eyes gleamed with happiness at the sight before him. There she was, his wife with a bundle in her arms. She smiled at him, though she looked exhausted.

“Mathias,” she said to him as he approached her, “come and introduce yourself to your son.”

At that moment in time Mathias knew he had done everything right. All the decisions he had made over the last few months regarding his wife’s infidelity, had been the right ones. Now they had a child and their family was complete.

He sat at his wife’s side, despite the constant tutting from Gertrude, and looked at his adorable son. His heart was filled with a deep and overwhelming love at the sight of the little infant. Despite his squashed and pink features, he could see much of his mother in his face, her generous mouth and small nose. Maybe it was his just his imagination or desire, but Mathias thought he saw his own eyes in him too.

THE END

Love Me Three Times

The semester was coming to an end and Lara was looking forward to going back to London for the holidays. She had missed home dearly and she was also looking forward to going to France for the holiday that her dad had promised her. She had convinced him to sponsor her on a trip to Paris, pretending that she was going on a French exchange program with the college. She had heard that there were many hot men in France and that the French men were very exciting when it came to passion and seduction. Lara was a sex addict, even though at times she could not admit it. She and her best friend, Debra had sort of become addicted to sex from an early age. Born and raised in Manchester, they had begun having flings with boys from a very tender teenage age, fooling around after school before their parents got back from work.

For Lara it had all began in a very strange way. She was fifteen when she had come home from school one day, and when she was in her bedroom trying to do her homework, she had noticed commotion in the window in the apartment adjacent to theirs. Curious, Lara had moved closer to her window and looked out at the neighbor’s house, and there she had seen their chauffeur making out with the lady of the house while her husband was away. It had been the  most intense and arousing love making that she could ever had imagined, and Lara had never been able to get it out of her mind from that time. They had kissed hungrily, holding each other tightly with the chauffeur’s hand squeezing the lady’s buttocks and the huge hard erection in his pants had not missed Lara's eyes.

The woman had been so horny, she had practically ripped off the chauffeur’s clothes starting with his hat followed by his jacket and pants. She then tore off her gown and Lara had noted the difference in their bodies. The woman was large and voluptuous with huge breasts and a big ass, while the chauffeur had been a lean guy with hard muscles. The only huge thing about him was his delicious looking dick, which the woman had gone ahead and crouched before him to start sucking on. The looks on both the chauffeur and the woman had been priceless and Lara could remember swearing to herself that she would one day experience such a thing. They had gone ahead and made mad love in so many different positions, some of which Lara had never thought were possible. For the first time in her life, on that day Lara had felt horny, a burning heat that would forever stay with her. One of the things that got Lara really aroused was that just like her, the woman was heavier set. Lara was a young girl back then, but she had a big body that made her look older than she actually was.

By the time that she was sixteen, she could easily be confused for a nineteen year old, and it was then that she went about seducing the mail man, a young guy in his late teens who would bring mail to the house every day. She had answered the door dressed in just a see through negligee and no lingerie, and she invited him in an attempt to seduce him, offering him a cup of tea since the weather outside was cold. Reluctantly, he had entered the house and then she had spilled water on him ‘by mistake’. One thing led to another and he popped her cherry in her bedroom, on her bed, giving her the first taste of something that she would later never get enough of. The mail man's cock had not been as huge and impressive as other dicks that she played with later on, but it introduced her to the wild and wonderful world of sex. From that time onwards, she’d had sex so many times, she had lost count.

She and Debra had even once made out with one of her father’s business partners during one of the many cocktail parties that were held at her residence. However, the peak of her erotic madness was when she was about twenty years old and made out with her best friend's dad when he found her at his house waiting for her daughter. She had been lying by the swimming pool enjoying the nice summer heat in a string bikini that pretty much hid nothing, especially the thong, which left her luscious pussy lips visible for whoever wanted to see. Luckily, it had been at Debra's place and so there were no other people to see her other than her dad, who came back unexpectedly from the office. His cock had become fully hard almost instantly, and he began seducing her. Unable to resist such a forbidden dick, she went ahead and let him do dirty things to her right there and then under the scorching sun and in the pool. Had Debra arrived home five minutes earlier, she would have caught Lara and her dad making out like it was the end of the world. Debra's father hurried into the house, while Lara had dashed out of the yard through the backyard gate, pretending to arrive minutes later.

“Still thinking about the trip to Europe?” Debra asked, interrupting her thoughts as both girls packed their suitcases.

“Yeah, I'm actually excited in a funny sort of way. I have a feeling that this is going to be the trip of our lives,” Lara said to her best friend.

“Me too, there is just this intuition that I have deep within me telling me that something is going to happen, but I can't quite imagine what it is,” Debra smiled, zipping up her suitcase.

“Well then, the cab will be here soon and we will never find out if we don’t get going,” Lara said, dragging her suitcases to the door just as the doorbell rang.

They chattered excitedly in the cab on the way to the airport. They talked about what to expect during the trip to France, where they were going to visit in Paris and Marseille. For their folks, it was an educational tour, but for them it was more of an erotic exploration tour. Both women were on the bigger side, which was the thing that had first brought them together when they were still kids, and then there was the fact that both women liked having naughty fun. Maybe it was their plump physiques, or maybe they are the ones who had infected each other's minds, but they found themselves hornier than regular women, never seeming to get enough of a good cock. On a number of occasions they had shared men and totally enjoyed it without regret, but in most occasions, they had their own sexual escapades and discussed it later.

“You know what,” Lara confessed as they got out of the cab. “I've always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked on a plane. I’ve heard that orgasms at 40,000 feet are super intense.”

“Just might be your luck, there goes a shooting star, go ahead and make your wish and it might come true,” Debra said, pointing into the sky after paying the cab driver.

“I really don’t believe in that sort of thing, but since you say so,” Lara said, looking at the sky silently.

They made their way to the departure lounge of the airport and sat waiting for their take off time. As usual, Debra had roving eyes and studied all of the potential people that might interest her on the flight within minutes, and having looked around, she looked back at Lara, who was also looking in the direction that Debra had just been looking. There were the two most striking men that she had ever laid her eyes on, and they were pretending not to look at her when in reality they were. They looked like twins, were both tall and well-built, and amazingly dressed. The two men were the sexiest men that Lara had ever set her eyes on and almost looked as if they were sex gods sent down from heaven because of the way that her body reacted just looking at them. As she saw their eyes following a petite blonde with an hourglass figure who passed by them, she thought they would never be interested in someone with a body like her.

*****

“Check out what we have there,” Chris told his brother, gesturing to the two large women that were sitting across from them in the departure lobby. “They are looking our way; don’t let them know that we are checking them out.”

“Wow, it looks like this could turn out be a really good flight. I was just beginning to think about how boring the flight would be,” Joe said, checking out the blonde haired and the dark head goddesses seated opposite them through the corner of his eyes and swallowing hard when he saw the blonde's fleshy thighs sticking out of her short dress deliciously.

Both Joe and Chris had always been suckers for women with bigger bodies, although neither of them had ever gotten the chance to be with one. Being twins brothers, the two were alike in very many ways and even shared the same passion and fetishes. At the age of twenty five, both men were now superstars playing on one of the major league football teams as fly halves, and they usually had a lot of women chasing after them. Many of those were however the usual skinny women that they would just have sex with to quench their desires, but never women who would actually bring out the inner passion that burned within them. Now looking at the two hot women seated before them, Joe felt his insides melting, and especially when he looked at the blonde's fleshy tanned thighs, a clear indicator that she spent a lot of time either in her bikini or in short skirts and dresses like the one that she had on right now. He felt his cock shifting in his pants, and he had to concentrate his mind on willing it not to get hard and embarrass him here in front of all these people waiting to board the plane. He was especially self-conscious that the beauties in front of him would particularly think that he was some horny nut who got a hard on looking at every broad.

The huge speakers soon announced that it was time for them to board their flight, and Joe and Chris got up and filed out of the room towards the plane. The women were right in front of them, and Joe couldn’t help but feast his eyes on the way that they were swaying their butts from side to side, and especially the blonde, who he had a mad crush on her, just like his brother. As they were making their way out of the door, the blonde woman suddenly dropped one of her bags and Joe ran right into it, almost stumbling.