93. Union

Just before eleven o'clock I stood with Henry Adams as my second, I apologise, as my best man, and we waited at the altar of St Mary's church in Rogeringham when Arabella entered on the arm of her uncle, with her two bride's maids.

I am afraid that I could no more describe her dress and what it was made of than I can fly, but she did look very pretty. It was cream in colour as is common, and decorated with ivory-coloured flowers, and she held a bouquet of white roses before her as she advanced down the aisle towards me.

Dr Locksley officiated and read the service, during which we made our vows and responses, though I think that even the vicar, that most astute individual, missed some of the looks that passed between Arabella and I during the exchange.

As has been suggested, it would be totally correct to call this a marriage of convenience, after all we were both entering the agreement with our own interests, but it was less strange - and more honest than others - because, despite both of us having our own interests in the marriage there was a genuine affection between us and it was the same between Arabella and my family. That we were neither of us head-over-heels in love did not matter. Our marriage might have been described more like a dynastic alliance, except that we genuinely enjoyed each other's company and we were comfortable together in each other's presence.

It was all in the vows never spoken - in private we had both sworn to never embarrass the other by what we did in private, that we would always treat each other with respect in all aspects of our lives and loves, to always be honest with each other, and should there be children, we would both be parents to them as much as we could.

Soon we had returned to Rogeringham Hall for the wedding breakfast, where the booming voice of Joshua Barclay announced the entrance of His Grace, the Duke and Her Grace, the Duchess of Norton, Captain Sir William and the Honourable Arabella Rogeringham, to happy cheers and great celebration.

In 'olden times', a ducal marriage like mine might have lasted days and the feasting and merriment would have consumed prodigious supplies of food and wine; actors and musicians would have played and performed and the whole thing would have been a great festival.

Those days, as I once told Helena, are long past. Oh, for sure, there was feasting and there was merriment. An orchestra played in the ball room, and people travelled from all over the county and down from London to be seen at our wedding. Rogeringham Hall did what it does best - hospitality of the very finest kind.

Eventually, after a day filled with laughter, music, and dancing, it was time for my new wife and I to retire.

Arabella and I entered my chamber to find that Barclay had placed everything just so for us. There was wine and tid-bits if we felt hungry, there was space for my wife's clothing, and because the nights were cool this spring, dressing gowns had been placed ready, the fire was banked and the room was warm.

Helena, or as she was styled, now that I was married, the Dowager Lady Duchess of Norton, sat upon the couch by the fire waiting for us, dressed in what looked like nothing but her favoured pearl-grey banyan dressing gown.

Despite the fact that we had been with her all evening, she welcomed us, and Arabella received a warm embrace. "I have already greeted you," Helena said, with her arms still wrapped around her daughter-in-law - my mother had actually proposed a toast during the wedding breakfast doing just that. "This now, is about me welcoming you ..." Helena paused, looking for a suitable phrase.

"Into the family, Your Grace?" Arabella asked.

"Please call me Helena," My mother asked, "And yes, I am welcoming you into our family, with all of the adventures that that can bring." Helena finished, with a smile.

I poured some champagne, and handed it round.

"The thing about families," Arabella mused, as she sipped her champagne, "Is that they offer the most interesting of possibilities. Take my own mother, for example, she is most adventurous, as I think you know."

Helena nodded with a twinkle in her eyes.

Suddenly Arabella paused and asked, "May I call you mother, as well, Helena?"

"I would be honoured," Helena told her. "And I hope that we have many adventures together."

Arabella placed her champagne glass on the table, stood up and walked to the side of the bed. She looked back at me, inviting my assistance to help her undress, which I did. Dropping her last garment, her chemise, to the floor and climbing to kneel on the bed, naked she turned to face us. She reached out, for my hand and for Helena's.

"Well, mother?" she said, "Will you assist me in the process of making an heir to His Grace, the duke?"

I waited, looking at Helena.

"It would be my pleasure Arabella." She replied as she too, disrobed and climbed onto the bed.

It was the first time I had seen them naked together, Helena's more mature and, if she will forgive me saying it, fuller figure against Arabella's, which is still girlish in some ways, though ripe and sensual in others. The prospect of having both of these beautiful women in my bed at the same time was more effective than any aphrodisiac could ever have been.

"Ooooh!" Arabella squealed delightedly as I stepped out of my breeches, "I had forgotten what a splendid weapon it was that you wielded, William."

She dropped her hands to it as I lay down next to them.

"Yes," Helena said slowly, thoughtfully, as Arabella slowly stroked my hardness. "I understand that you may have made its acquaintance before."

Arabella stopped her fondling, clasping her hands in front of her, she bowed her head and looked quite contrite as she knelt in front of Helena.

"This is true, mother," she said in a girlish tone, "I did." She reached out with her right hand, and toyed with the head of my cock, as she said thoughtfully, "I suppose that that makes me a bad daughter." Before she continued in a sly, teasing tone, "Perhaps you will punish me for it later?"

Helena laughed, a delighted sound, and leaned forwards to embrace her daughter-in-law, "Oh I shall," she said, still laughing, though the underlying tone of her voice, suggested that she fully intended to. "I shall indeed, you may be assured of that."

Arabella looked at Helena with what I can only call worship in her eyes, as she breathed, "Ohhh! Yes, please! I await your pleasure, mother." And the two women kissed, even as both of them fondled my prick between them.

For a moment I wondered whether Arabella had married me or Helena, but then Arabella leant forwards to begin sucking on my cock.

"Get William's prick good and hard, daughter," Helena encouraged her, fondling my pills as Arabella sank her nose almost into my pubes. "It has much work to do tonight, it must be perfectly ready."

With my cock filling her mouth, my new wife made an mmm-mm sound, to signify that she understood. While she was suckling away, I reached out and sought the curves of her backside, cupping her cheeks and sliding my fingers through the groove of her cunny. It appeared that any reservations Arabella might have had about me versus her obvious attraction to my mother had been dismissed, because even as my fingers played across her cunny, I felt her labia swell and flower, and I could feel their slickness increase.

Helena moved to me, on the other side from my wife, and she gave me a quick kiss before she leaned over and ran her hands across Arabella's back, this allowed me to caress my mother's quim in the same way that I was exploring Arabella's.

It did not last long though, Helena decided that I was hard enough, and directed me to get up so that Arabella could lie down.

"Now, William!" Helena encouraged me softly, "Now is your time, put a child into this beautiful girl. Fill her cunny with your seed and make a son with her."

"Please husband," Arabella looked me in the eye, "Give me your child."

What should a man do? Why, try his damnedest to do what he is asked, of course!

Helena took my cock and presented it to Arabella's cunny. Arabella had reached out and held Helena's other hand, so that I was connected to both women by my hard throbbing prick, it was such a sensuous picture that I nearly spent there and then. But the mission was my emission and making sure that it happened in the right place - Arabella's place. Arabella's warm, wet, waiting place that lay before me. The lips of her quim were full and opened and slick with her juices. Her cunny mound was bare - the same as Helena's - who now habitually had hers shaved, and it rose and fell with her breathing, her whole body trembled with her excitement. She raised herself on her elbow so that she could watch as I moved into place.

With a gentle push, I was seated inside Arabella, who lay back as I took my place on top of her. I looked down at my wife, who nodded her head saying that she was comfortable. Helena lay beside us, her hand was on the small of my back as if to urge me on and we were able to share kisses between the three of us.

I had to get up, get up on my knees, I wanted to get as far up inside Arabella as I could. On my knees I could grasp her by the hips and pull myself in tighter. Arabella helped, by wrapping her legs around my back and crossing her ankles. She matched each thrust with a flex of her legs and I doubt I could have penetrated her any further than I actually was.

Consider this picture then - I am fucking my wife, who is enjoying every moment of it, as we try and breed her with a Rogeringham heir, at the same time, my mother is embracing Arabella in front of me and the two are exchanging passionate kisses. Can you imagine a more lascivious picture? I cannot. However, it is also a loving picture. The woman who once worried about Arabella replacing her, is joyously amorous with her. They kiss, they fondle, they stroke each other. Helena presents her breast to Arabella who fervently suckles it, noisily, and then they exchange their roles and Helena moves her head to swirl her tongue around her daughter-in-law's red nipples. At the same time, Helena's hand makes its way down across Arabella's alabaster skin, across her belly and down between us. Even as I am fucking my wife, my mother is frigging her. Arabella takes Helena's head in both hands and draws it to her so that they can kiss, and at the same time she moans around a spend that shakes her under me.

As she stops spending, Arabella takes her left hand and pulls me down to kiss me and once again, we begin a round of kissing, where the three of us share each other's lips, exploring each other with our tongues. Then Helena urges me back to the business of making an heir.

My mother switched her focus from engaging Arabella's mouth and bubbies, and moved so that she was by my hips. She changed hands so that she was still frigging Arabella, and at the same time she began to stroke my back and hips, gliding her hand across my back and urging me on.

"Fuck her William, fill her up with your creamy cum. Spend for me, my love, shoot your jism up inside her tight quim. Do you feel him Arabella? Can you feel his hard cock pounding your girlish cunny? Do you like it there?"

"Oh yes, mother! I feel it!" Arabella moaned back, grasping at my shoulders, digging her nails into the muscles of my arm (and adding to my collection of scars, I am sure). "And I - Aaahhh! - I do love it!"

At this moment Helena moved her hand down from my back and placed it between the cheeks of my thrusting arse. In one swift movement she had impaled my bum-hole, screwing her finger up inside me. It was this act that tipped me over the edge.

"Ooooohhhhhhh!" Arabella moaned loudly as she felt my spend come down and fill her. I stiffened and went still, feeling the pulses deep in me, my new wife clung tightly to me while I orgasmed.

"Thank you, William, thank you," she said into my shoulder.

"Now you are truly man and wife!" Helena said from beside us, as she kissed us both in turn, "My son and my new daughter." She would not let us move apart, insisting that we stayed joined to give the cum the best opportunity to impregnate Arabella. It was only when my cock had gone limp and it was likely to fall out of Arabella's quim, that she would allow us to part.

I got up and poured wine for Helena and Arabella, taking a rum for myself. I did not need the strong rum; it was simply that I desired some. Of course, Arabella remarked on it, but as she had been to Portugal and understood something of a soldier's life, she did not make the error of tasting it.

"The mere smell of the stuff is enough for me," she told Helena, who smiled at her comment.

When we did actually return to the bed, there was a moment of confusion as we arranged ourself, but eventually we settled with myself in the middle and Helena on my right-hand side and Arabella on my left.

There was much light kissing and touching as we lay there and at one point Arabella went to take my cock in her mouth, she offered it to Helena, so that she too could taste it. Which she did, but she told us both, quite firmly, that if at any time, I was even close to spending, I must enter my wife and place my seed in her.

Thus, it went on for most of the night. Helena and Arabella would tease my cock, frigging it, or sucking on it - I was hard for longer than I think I have ever been, so relentless was their assault on my manhood. I, in turn, tongued both of them, at one point licking Arabella, while Helena sat on my chest kissing her daughter-in-law. I did try to fuck Helena at one point but was told that that would have to wait for another night, my wedding night was totally dedicated to Arabella and the making of an heir. The teasing went on and each time I started to feel close to cumming, Arabella would open herself to me, and I would enter her and fuck my spend up inside her.

At one point she got up on her hands and knees and I went to enter her from behind, but not before Helena had wriggled her way underneath her and they both engaged in a passionate soixante-neuf before me. With such a beautifully lascivious scene in front of me, I could not help but spend quickly, but even though it was perhaps my fourth or fifth cum, it was just as powerful as the first, if not more. As for my mother and my wife? I got off the bed and was pouring myself a drink and they continued as if I was not there.

I sat down and watched them from the chair, I was so spent that I would have been pushed to raise a smile let alone an erection, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves. At one point Arabella raised her head, her hair falling down around the side of her face, and she howled her cum, as Helena lashed at her quim and her clitty.

"Oh! Fuck! Shit-in-a-pot, mother, fuck! Yes, yes, oooohhhh yes!" She spewed a stream of vulgarities at Helena, which only seemed to drive her on further. I saw Helena's hand reach up between Arabella's arse cheeks and she began to explore her daughter-in-law's bottom hole, much to Arabella's surprise and delight. This assault on her arse effectively proclaimed that from that point onward, 'no holds would be barred', and my wife pressed her head forward and down between Helena's thighs again, and down further, exploring my mother's bottom with her tongue. Not long after that, both women came with such ferocity that when they were done, the throes of their orgasms made them fall apart exhausted. For a moment it looked as if someone had simply thrown them both upon the bed and left them. They both lay motionless like that for a few minutes.

Helena was the first to stir and I offered her a glass of wine.

"Dear Lord God and All of His Little Angels!" She laughed, kissing me, "I love you William, with every fibre of my body, but that was a cum like nothing I have ever felt."

"Shall we keep her then, mother?" I asked, looking at Arabella, discarded on the bed.

"I think we shall." Helena laughed, "Though I am not certain we should go as hard as this every time ... it is perhaps a little too much."

"Did you hear that, wife?" I chuckled as she stirred, "We have decided to keep you, and not send you back to your mother!"

"Wine!" Arabella croaked. She took a hasty gulp of the madeira, "I am so glad. It would have been a shame to have gone through all of that and been thought a failure. Now, I feel well and truly fucked."

We settled again, but this time there was more of a 'job done' feeling as we composed ourselves.

"Do you think...?" Arabella asked sleepily.

I didn't comprehend what she was asking at first, but Helena did, and she replied for us both. "I think it may have. Certainly, the amount of cum William put up inside you, it should have done."

"Who said that we are done?" I asked with a laugh, "There is nothing we need to get out of bed for, we can stay here all tomorrow and fuck if you wish."

After a short discussion, Helena decided that she would need to rise, because while it would not be considered unseemly for Arabella and I to stay in bed all day, it would give the game away to all and sundry if she stayed with us (bearing in mind that we had guests staying at the hall). She counselled us to do the same, as while the fucking had been a great deal of fun, it had also been most vigorous, and she wondered whether Arabella might not require a respite.

I looked to my left and saw my new wife give a little nod, then she leaned across me to kiss Helena, "Thank you, yes mother, I am feeling a touch sore. Perhaps we can take a tour around the grounds and the village later, yes?"

After that we slept for a few hours until Barclay appeared and quietly asked if we would like breakfast in my room. Bearing in mind what Helena had said, I told him that we would be taking breakfast in the dining room with all of the family and guests and would he bring Arabella's maid to attend her?

It was the first time that I had met Kate, the maid that Arabella had brought with her, and I was surprised. They were like enough that they could have been sisters, though not so similar that you could mistake one for the other. Where Arabella was fair haired, Kate was dark, she was also more well-endowed than her mistress, both in her boobies and her backside, but they were both about the same height and both pretty, and though Kate was a servant, she bore herself with the same sort of confidence that her mistress did. I had agreed not to pry into Arabella's privacy, unless she allowed me to, but I understood that Kate was her paramour, and had been my wife's lover for at least a year. It was a very convenient arrangement, as it meant that there was no necessity for my wife to go outside of our household.

She entered my room to assist Arabella, bobbed a curtsey to me, "Your Grace!", a second deeper curtsey and a more breathy greeting to my mother, "Your Grace!", and a totally worshipful greeting to her mistress, "Your Grace!"

My mother spoke before I could, "Kate. If you are going to do that every time we meet, you'll get nothing done. One curtsey will do for the future and a bob at that."

The girl nodded, "Yes, Your Grace, thank you."

And with that I was suddenly alone. Helena returned to her own room, and Arabella to hers. After the frenetic activities of the last forty-eight hours, it was somewhat of a shock, to not be surrounded by people, to have no one within arm's reach, even in intimate contact. Then Barclay brought my shaving water and normality resumed.

After lunch I escorted Helena and Arabella out into the warm sunshine, where the highly polished Rogeringham landau with our four shining bay horses waited patiently for us. Mr Hopley and one of the grooms waited with them.

I helped them both to get into the carriage, Helena first, as was proper, and then my new-wife. The groom that held the horses leapt up beside Hopley and we were off!

Hopley took us down the Yew Walk - which was perfectly adequate for the coach and four, we stopped for a moment to visit Henry's estate office, then remounted and drove through the village. People stopped and waved, calling out greetings. We stopped several times to speak to people, including Dr Locksley and his wife who were returning to the vicarage. From the church, we made our way towards the south end of the village where one of our gangs of workmen had started work on building a row of labourer's cottages.

When we arrived there, we stopped and dropped off a hamper of food for them and some bottles of beer. Arabella dismounted to talk with the men and I watched as she chatted with them, asking about their jobs or the tools that they were using - getting them to explain how to properly use a chisel or what a string line was for. I used it as an opportunity to ask if there was anything they needed, any way that I could assist them, while Helena remained in the carriage, leaning over the side and watching the whole thing. And all the while Arabella moved among the men, with her inquisitive manner, and her pleasant laugh, she charmed each and every one of them. I knew that they appreciated our stop when they gave a quick cheer - though that may have been the gift of beer - as we remounted and drove on.

Across Rogeringham Moor, the heathland that stretched away to the south of the village, the road brought us to the bridge and the ford and the grand entrance to Rogeringham Hall.

At the ford the Rogeringham estate's other gang of workers were repairing the bed of the ford which had suffered over the winter. Like the first gang, we stopped and gave them a basket of food and some bottles of beer, and though there were less opportunities for Arabella to express her curiosity - after all their work was under water, like the first gang the new duchess charmed them all to a man. The men stood tall in her presence, and there was a measure of showing off as they posed for her. It was light-hearted, and amusing, but it was also important that Arabella be recognised as my wife and the new duchess.

Her role, very much as my mother's was, is as the mistress of the house and the estate. There were many decisions that would be hers and hers alone to make now. While I would make the major decisions, and control the purse, Arabella would be the person to whom the house staff would come, who would run both Rogeringham Hall and the Mayfair house. Helena would be there to assist her, advising her when Arabella asked, but her role as the mistress was over, it was Arabella's now.

We left the gang of workmen at the ford and drove back up the long drive to Rogeringham Hall.

The next couple of days saw more of the same sort of thing, travelling out and about and even as far as Buckingham town itself, and we were invited to several balls and dinners given on Arabella's behalf, mainly so that local dignitaries could see and be seen with her. From what I could see and what we discussed, my new wife relished her new responsibilities, she looked forwards to fulfilling her role, both here and in the Ton.

The nights were similar to that first night of our marriage, as we made every effort to ensure her impregnation, though perhaps we were not so urgent in the way we approached it. Arabella told me that she enjoyed making love with me, though she still preferred women, and she whispered that she hoped that she would not conceive too soon, because just trying was so enjoyable.

When I asked whether it was me or Helena that made it so, my wife just laughed and hid her smile behind her fluttering fan. However, it was not long before Arabella began to be sick in the mornings and it appeared that we had been successful in our efforts. If I thought Helena had been strict during the conception, she became even more so as Arabella's belly swelled, and she did all that she could to ensure that her daughter-in-law had a safe and healthy pregnancy.

Helena became fiercely protective, and made sure that everything was prepared for the birth and that Arabella wanted for nothing. She had already done the same for Hermione, when she conceived, descending on their house like a terrible goddess, and as my sister told me, sending Eugenie Barthomley fleeing. Caroline had also benefitted from her mother's care.

Fortunately, for all of her enthusiasm, Helena never lost sight of the fact that it was Arabella's child, and while she made sure that carriages were taking the best route, that her daughter-in-law never had to stand any time for too long, or that she didn't suffer from the heat of the day; if Arabella asked her to desist, she did. She was protected but never suffocated by my mother's love.

Hermione's child - a girl, was a babe-in-arms at the time of my wedding, and was much admired, and doted on. Caroline was also pregnant at the wedding, and she gave birth a month later.

We all returned to the Ton in June for Charlotte and Richard's wedding, which was again one of the events of that year's Season. And with that event done - the twins having made their decision as to how they wanted to live - and the newly-weds installed at Richard's home in Oxfordshire, my tale is done.