Chapter Eleven

They had a fair wind and made good progress, tying up in the London docks a week later. Caroline caught a brief glimpse of the captain, who had been keeping out of her way since his assault on her. She was gratified to see that there was still a mark on his cheek where she had drawn blood. Orlando was taken in chains to Newgate prison, while Caroline and Henry hurried to the King’s Head. Inquiring of the landlord, they were led across to two men sitting by the window. Henry introduced himself and Caroline.

“Orlando? Orlando Fairweather? Of course we knew him. A good sailor and an honest man,” said one of the men, with a pigtail and a ring in his ear.

Henry described Orlando’s current fate and the charge against him. “That villain? That Captain Brewer? He has got his just desserts.”

The man related how Captain Brewer was a notorious drunk, and how on his next voyage he had physically abused some of his crew and caused the death of one man. Then, drunk at the wheel of the ship, he had steered it onto a sandbank. It had taken two weeks to refloat the ship, during which time Brewer was relieved of his command and court-martialled, with the result that he had been dishonourably dismissed the service.

“Then,” said Henry, “no court would proceed against Orlando.”

“More likely give him a medal,” the man said. “Convey my best wishes to him when you see him.”

Promising to do exactly that, Caroline and Henry hurried to Newgate. Half an hour with the governor secured Orlando’s release. In high spirits, the three of them walked out of the jail.

“What now?” Caroline asked.

“I have two suggestions. No, three,” said Henry.

Caroline and Orlando turned to listen.

“First, Caroline must have new clothes. She simply cannot go around London dressed in such apparel.”

“I’ll second that,” Caroline said.

“Second, we must repair to Cornwall as soon as possible, so that you may take up your inheritance.”

“Again, yes to that,” Caroline said.

“And the third?” Orlando asked.

“What we all need is a jolly good dinner,” Henry said.

“Amen to that,” Orlando said.

Henry took them to a dressmaker’s establishment. The dressmaker, who numbered many fine ladies among her clients, said that if Caroline would give her two days she would make her any dress she could desire, in any style or material. But Caroline was impatient. It had been too long since she had last felt like an English lady. Accordingly, the woman showed her several dresses she had to hand. One of them, a very fetching item in pale blue silk, was a perfect fit. It was rather grander than she wished for, and the neckline was exceedingly low-cut, though the woman assured her that this was the latest fashion.

“Then fashions must have changed since I went away,” Caroline said with a smile. But perhaps things were different in London from the way it was in the country. Clearly it had to be this dress or nothing, and both her gentlemen agreed it suited her wonderfully well.

Over dinner Caroline told the two men what she hoped would happen next. “I wish to travel down to Cornwall, there to visit my estate, and the grave of my late husband. I wish to resume my former life, in so far as that may be possible, and with some change to my current status.” She gave a sly smile.

“What does that mean?” Henry said. That was one of the things she liked about him, that he was always straightforward. She decided she ought to be so too.

She was seated between them. Taking one of their hands in each of hers, she looked them both in the eye in turn.

“You gentlemen are the dearest I hold in all the world. In truth, I have no one else, but I feel rich in friendship. And more than that. For both of you I feel not only great affection, but also a strong and persistent desire. I cannot contemplate renouncing one of you in favour of the other.”

Henry looked to speak, but Caroline would not let him. “Hear me out,” she said. “The world has decreed in its wisdom that each man must have one woman, and that woman only one man. But circumstances have so conspired that I have known both emotional and physical happiness with two men. And for my life I cannot see why I should be forced to choose between them. If, and I know it is a big if, they are content with such an arrangement, I should like to have them both, to hold them close to me and never part from either. I know that this will be a difficult experiment and that none of us have experience of such an arrangement. But I should like to try.”

“You should like to live with both of us?” Henry said.

“I should,” Caroline replied.

“Well,” said Orlando, “this is a novelty. If it could be done then we might all be happy, for I truly esteem Henry as an excellent man, and worthy of your love. But if it should take anything away from what you feel for me, then I should be sad.”

“Well, there’s the rub,” said Caroline. “But because people have not tried such a thing, or if they have they have left us none of their experience, is that reason why, if we have good cause, we should not assay such a novelty?”

“You must know that society will not sanction us three to live together in sin, not if you wish to reside back in Cornwall. In London such things may be possible, but in the country, not.”

“Fie, I should never choose to live in London. A scurvy place, full of smoke and knaves!” Caroline exclaimed.

Both men laughed. “But what then?” Henry said.

“Well,” said Caroline, “I have pondered on this. I shall take one of you as my husband, in holy matrimony, and the other shall inhabit the same house as, what do you say, my guardian, my steward, or some such?”

“And which will you marry?” Henry said.

“I have pondered this too. There is only one way in which I can fairly resolve that. We must draw lots.”

“Lots?” said Orlando. “You would draw lots for a husband?”

“You have a better idea?” Caroline retorted. Orlando was silent.

“My plan is this,” Caroline continued. “We journey down to Cornwall tomorrow. When we arrive we draw lots for who is to be my husband. Banns are called at the church. The wedding is as soon as it might be. Whichever is not my husband is the best man. After the wedding breakfast, we all three retire to my house. And there the three of us consummate the marriage, all together in one bed.”

The two men seemed stunned. Carline looked from one to the other. “If either of you has a better idea, let me hear it,” she said. There was silence.

“I regard what I’m proposing as a solemn undertaking, not just a little bit of fun. I should therefore like to postpone any sexual relations between us until after the wedding. And that will spice things up a little too.”

Orlando and Henry were both thinking. Orlando spoke first. “I have no idea how this might work out. I only know one thing. I could not bear to lose you and if keeping you means entering into such an arrangement as you propose, then I accept.”

“Me too,” said Henry simply.

“Good,” said Caroline, her eyes shining. “Oh, I am so lucky to have two such wonderful men. I too cannot bear to lose either of you.”

“Of course it’s a little different for you,” said Henry. “Orlando and I must each share you with the other. In a sense, we each get half. Whereas you have not one but two.”

Caroline laughed. “But perhaps you will get satisfaction from knowing that I am pleased by both of you.”

“Perhaps,” said Henry thoughtfully. “We shall have to see. None of us has experience of such a thing. We have much to learn.”

“And much to enjoy,” Caroline said. She could tell that though both men were willing, she would need to reassure them that each was special, that she loved them equally, and wholly.

That night she lay in her bed in the inn. She felt full of sexual tension. She couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like, with two men. Two at once? The possibilities were so many. She began to touch herself. An image came into her mind as her hand crept lower, down over her belly, then between her legs, seeking out the fount of pleasure, the little bud so eager for attention. As she fingered it, swollen already, she thought of herself, bent over a table perhaps, her dress lifted up to her waist, her drawers pulled down to her ankles. Orlando was standing behind her holding a belt. He began to whip her, harder and harder. She gasped as her finger rubbed harder too. Henry was watching, sitting impassively. Orlando paused and looked at him enquiringly.

“More,” said Henry. “Harder. Much harder.”

And then she came, her belly straining upwards, her hand locked in place by her thighs, her clit quivering, her loins shuddering as the orgasm engulfed her.

Early the next morning the three of them caught the coach. For Orlando and Henry it was a long, tedious journey, but Caroline looked out of the window enraptured. It was spring and everywhere the hedgerows teemed with wild flowers, the leaves were budding on the trees and the sound of birdsong was a constant accompaniment to the sights of the country. It took two days and nights to reach Cornwall, but at last they drew near to Caroline’s house just outside the village. She was almost beside herself with excitement. As soon as their conveyance halted she jumped down and rushed up the front path. Henry had ordered that the place be spring-cleaned before he had left, and there at the door was her old housekeeper to greet her. Caroline fell into her arms, laughing and crying at once.

After a tour of the house, which brought back so many memories, not all pleasant, Caroline said that she must visit the families of Sally and Nell. Orlando accompanied her. She could see the pain on their faces when she related the circumstances of the girls’ captivity. But Caroline assured them that at least the girls were physically unharmed. And she vowed that she would do all in her power to secure their release. She acknowledged that it would not be easy, but said she could not rest until all had been done. She had no knowledge of Sophie’s people, not even of where they lived, and so could not bring them news. But she comforted herself with the thought that of all the girls she had met, Sophie had best adapted herself to her circumstances.

That evening a solemn little ceremony took place in Caroline’s house. She wrote the names of Orlando and Henry on identical pieces of paper and put them into a small bag. She asked Orlando to blindfold her before dipping her hand into the bag and pulling out one name. She took off her blindfold, unfolded the paper and saw the name written. It was Orlando. She looked first at Henry.

“You too will be my husband in everything but name,” she said. She put her arms around both men and pulled them close. She felt her whole body begin to tremble with desire. She was tempted to take them both upstairs there and then, but she forced herself to hold back. Once she was married, she would take both men to bed and enjoy them both to the fullest extent.

The wedding was set for the day after next. Caroline could not forbear to touch and kiss and fondle both men as she met them about the house. She could not prevent herself from teasing them both terribly, bending over to offer a sight of her breasts swelling against the tight bodice of her dress, or allowing them the occasional sight of an ankle. How she longed to do more, but there was nonetheless a pleasure in keeping control of them, feeling the strength of their desire growing every hour.

At last the wedding took place. For decency’s sake the three lovers attended a wedding breakfast in the local inn and listened to speeches from the parson and the landlord. At last the ceremonies were over. Slowly Caroline walked back to her house with her hand in Orlando’s and an arm around Henry. Once inside and the door closed, she took both their hands and led them upstairs. The housekeeper had been sent on holiday. They were alone.

In the bedroom Caroline made both men sit on the bed while she slowly undressed in front of them, removing each garment with a solemn dignity, but at last appearing naked. She went closer and bending low kissed first Orlando then Henry, each full on the mouth.

“Now kiss each other,” she ordered.

Tentatively the two men pressed their lips together, then Caroline watched as Orlando slid his tongue into Henry’s mouth. Was it possible that this would be a partnership in every sense? Would each man not only love her, but love the other man too? Slowly Caroline began to undress Orlando, then when he was naked she undressed Henry too.

“Now kiss again,” she said when both were naked.

They stood close and pressed their lips together once more. Caroline stepped forward and took hold of each man’s cock, squeezing them gently. Then, ever mindful that she must always reassure Henry that her feelings for him were equal to those for Orlando, she dropped to her knees and took Henry’s cock in her mouth. She worked on it, and then looked up, to find the two men still kissing each other. She took her mouth away and pulled them both onto the bed. Kneeling, she ordered Henry to kneel behind her.

“Fuck me for a while,” she said.

Needing no second invitation, Henry thrust his cock into her. Caroline sighed with pleasure. Then she pulled Orlando onto his knees before her and took his cock in her mouth. How she had longed for this moment, at last to have Orlando’s cock, all of it, free and available to her in its entirety.

Two men penetrating her; it was perfect. In her mind she began to run through the numerous permutations she could envisage between the three of them. Switching round, so that Orlando should have his turn at her cunt. Taking both their cocks in her mouth at once. Taking one cock in her cunt, another in her ass. Watching the two men suck each other, perhaps fuck each other too. And then there was her new-found taste for submission. Would Henry enjoy watching her being whipped? There seemed no reason why each of them should not do to the others everything which the imagination could envisage.

She smiled to herself as she ordered Henry to lie on his back. She straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock, then beckoned Orlando to stand over her so that she might suck him while Henry thrust up into her. So many things to try, and all the time in the world to do them.

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