“He would come to the shop, we would enjoy a nice meal, and he would — ideally — impregnate you,” said Bonnie.
“I’m sure he has a fee,” said Molly.
“Leave that concern to me,” said Bonnie.
“You wouldn’t leave me alone with him, would you? You’d be with me to make sure I fared well?” she asked, her eyes filling with tears.
“I’ll hold you through the whole ordeal, my darling,” he said, pressing their cheeks together. “It will be as though I’m right there inside of you myself.”
***
The night Lord Edward Stone was set to visit proved to be foggy and damp. Molly sat by the window, anxiously awaiting the sight of his carriage. He was, of course, a patron of Molly’s shop, but he’d usually been attended by an apprentice due to the limits ofhis pocketbook — which he managed with greater care than did Bonnie.
Bonnie gathered her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. “He’ll likely ride his horse tonight and stable it nearby, where I keep mine,” he said. “Don’t worry, he’s an ace in every way.”
Lord Edward arrived, as promised, in time for dinner. He was a well-formed man of tall-to-middling height, hazel eyes, pleasing but unremarkable features, and brownish hair that seemed to have neutral or red tones depending on the light. In short, he was about as perfect a specimen for discreet extramarital breeding as it could be possible to procure in 1816.
Molly had never been so nervous in her life. The capon turned to ash in her mouth and she fretted about the state of her linens compared to those he must see when visiting ladies of theton.
Finally, it was time for bed. They all made a great show of going to their respective bedrooms, Bonnie and Lord Edward taking the two guest rooms.
After the house quieted, Molly’s bedroom door opened and the two gentlemen entered. They were both wearing dressing gowns, thank goodness, at least she was spared the awkwardness of watching them peel off their inexpressibles and garters in the bedroom that was well-lit according to Lord Edward’s specifications.
Bonnie flopped onto the bed beside Molly, as he so often did now.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“My stomach is fluttery,” she said, covering her mouth.
Bonnie stroked her belly gently and untied the sash at the waist of her own dressing gown.
“May I show you to Lord Edward?” he asked.
She nodded her assent and he flipped the gown open.
“So how does this work?” she asked. “Bonnie will be nearby and then you’ll…”
“Madam, if you’ll permit me to first examine you to ensure that today is the best day for our activities?” he asked.
“Certainly,” said Molly, surprised yet reassured by his professional demeanor.
Lord Edward sat beside Molly on the bed and ran his hand up her thigh until it reached the apex. She shifted her legs apart, loathe to make the man prompt her when they both knew the object of tonight’s meeting.
He gently opened her labia, petting it as if admiring a flower. Bonnie watched, his attention rapt.
“If you might permit me to assess the status of your vaginal canal?” Lord Edward asked.
She opened her legs wider and said, “Yes, most certainly.”
He gently penetrated her vagina with a single finger, feeling in all directions.
“Slick, that’s good,” he said quietly. He inserted a second finger, then removed them to study the viscous liquid collected from inside of her. He took a small taste of the fluid.
“This is a prime night for breeding,” he said. “You’re ready to receive my seed and the path to the womb is unblocked. Shall we proceed?”
“Do you feel prepared, darling?” asked Bonnie, stroking the underside of her breast in a comforting manner.
“Yes, just stay with me,” she said, looking up at him for reassurance. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, and by the time they broke apart, Lord Edward was positioned — his cock erect — between her open legs.
