Elizabeth glared at her husband. He was as handsome as when they had first met, years ago. But he had become more cheerful and less reserved since their marriage. Now he leaned against the bush with his hand held out, his wicked grin spreading.
“You are certain the children will not return?”
“Yes.”
“And the guests?”
“I told Bingley not to let anyone come outside.”
“And the servants?”
“They have known for years not to disturb us when we are in the maze.”
With those reassurances, Elizabeth walked to the next bench. She did not untie her spencer but instead slowly removed her boots and stockings, gazing at her husband all the while. She saw that his breath had become shallow, and his arousal was visible.
“See how generous I am? I offer you four articles of my clothing in one go. But I am tired of trying to find the way. You must carry me out of this bothersome maze.”
He walked over and settled her on his lap. “Delighted, my little hussy! But only after I have thoroughly rewarded myself first. You know, you have become heavier after bearing three children.”
Elizabeth smacked his chest and said, “Insufferable man! You are the one responsible for ruining my figure.”
“Who said your figure is ruined? I love every inch of your voluptuous body.”
He then untied her spencer and pushed it – along with her gown – off her shoulders. Then he feasted on her creamy bosom, acting much like their hungry infant daughter, suckling and squeezing Elizabeth’s twin peaks.
In turn, she untied his breeches and mounted him eagerly, bouncing and rubbing against his hard body. They rocked together for a long while, moaning in delight and savoring the blissful sensations of their rhythmic dance, until they reached their peak together. Nearly two hours passed before Mr. and Mrs. Darcy finally departed from the maze to return to their guests.
Nine months later, another little Darcy was born. Thankfully, he did not inherit his mother’s poor sense of direction, despite having been conceived within the heart of the maze. As for Miss Bingley, after another three years of frustrated striving, she finally agreed to wed a rich, not-so-handsome elderly gentleman in trade, much to the relief of her relatives.
To
Lavender Girl, thank you for inspiring this story
Theresa Jean, thank you for your constant support