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  DARCY AND LIZZY’S SEXY LOCKDOWN

  A PRIDE AND PREJUDICE EROTIC VARIATION

  by

  G SCOTT GRAY

  Text copyright © 2020 G Scott Gray

  All Rights Reserved

  Darcy and Lizzy hold an excellent party one Saturday at Pemberley.

  The following day they enjoy a morning of love before joining the remaining guests for breakfast. They are alarmed to discover however, that an outbreak of influenza in the surrounding villages means that nobody will be allowed to leave Pemberley for at least three weeks of lockdown.

  Most guests have already left and only Mr and Mrs Collins remain, together with Wickham and Lydia (banished to the far wing on Mr Darcy’s orders).

  When Mrs Collins (nee Lucas) bemoans her passionless marriage to Lizzy, she introduces Charlotte to the joys of love between women. Charlotte is overwhelmed by the experience and cannot wait to reciprocate and please Lizzy in like manner.

  Darcy is irritated that Wickham is enjoying his food and drink gratis. However, when Lizzy falls ill and needs to isolate herself for a few days, intimacy is impossible, and he misses her womanly touch. He becomes frustrated by the absence of marital relations, but then has an idea which will give him some relief and at the same time cause Wickham great pain and embarrassment.

  He visits Wickham in his room and manages to persuade his enemy to experiment with love between male and male. Darcy takes him roughly from behind, knowing Wickham will always be humiliated by the experience…

  Find out more in this sexy and funny variation on Jane Austen’s classic novel.

  By the same author:

  PRIDE AND PREJUDICE EROTIC VARIATIONS:

  A series of erotic and funny novelettes based on Jane Austen’s classic novel, showing the love lives of Darcy and Lizzy as well as the other Bennet sisters:

  Darcy’s Hotwife

  Wickham and Lydia have Sexy Fun with a Shemale

  Hot Fun with Other Couples in the Coach Park

  Pride and Prejudice and Cougars

  Pride and Prejudice and Halloween Love

  Pride and Prejudice and Exotic Holiday Love

  Pride and Prejudice and Thanksgiving Love

  Pride and Prejudice and Spanking

  Pride and Prejudice and Manly Love

  Pride and Prejudice and Voyeurism

  Pride and Prejudice and Valentine’s Day

  Pride and Prejudice and Christmas Love

  Pride and Prejudice and Cuckolds

  Pride and Prejudice and Wedding Nights

  Pride and Prejudice and Marital Toys

  Pride and Prejudice and Swinging

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  DARCY AND LIZZY’S SEXY LOCKDOWN

  It is a truth universally acknowledged, that when a husband will not fulfil his marital duties, his wife may seek comfort in the arms of her best friend…

  Chapter 1

  Fitzwilliam Darcy made love to his wife one fine Sunday morning. It was the kind of tender and relaxed lovemaking often shared by couples who have ben married for a year or so and who are comfortable with each other and know each other’s intimate desires.

  That does not mean to imply that they lacked passion. Quite the reverse, for when Darcy and Lizzy made love they were oblivious to everything else in the wide, wide world except each other. They were comfortable enough to reveal their nakedness without embarrassment and passionate enough to revel in it. Darcy always brought Lizzy to the very heights of pleasure when he loved her and for him it always seemed magical when she gave herself to him, fully and frankly and without hesitation or diffidence.

  And this Sunday morning was no exception. He gazed into her eyes, marvelling at her lovely face, as he rocked his hips powerfully back and forth, exploring every part of her secret womanhood with his large, firm manhood.

  It had started innocently enough. They had enjoyed a party at Pemberley the night before and a few of the guests still lingered in their bed chambers. Darcy got up and went to the window to look at the gardens, bathed in glowing sunlight. He smiled as he remembered the dancing, dinner and conversation of the night before. When he turned and looked at his wife, still asleep in their four poster bed, he smiled again. The familiar feeling of overwhelming love filled his heart once more. How beautiful she was, he thought to himself. And how much he loved her. He felt the blood pumping to every part of his body and knew he had to show her the physical manifestation of his love.

  He felt the wonderful tingling and tightening in his loins and knew he had to have her, now, this morning. The remaining guests could wait.

  He moved around to the other side of the bed and knelt down beside her. He kissed her softly on the mouth and whispered in her ear.

  “Good morning, Lizzy, my love.”

  She was half awake and smiled at him without opening her eyes.

  “What time is it?” she murmured.

  “Around eight o’clock.”

  “Mmm, good, then it’s still early.”

  “Yes, we have plenty of time.”

  He kissed her neck and put his hand beneath the bedcovers. Her night dress had ridden up in the night and he stroked her thigh tenderly. She gave a languid little purr of pleasure.

  “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said softly.

  He moved his hand onto her smooth belly and then slid it down a little and let it linger on the mound of flesh with its smattering of light, curly hair. Down a little further and he touched the lips of her secret womanly place. She gave a little gasp and opened her mouth. She parted her legs a little for him and he slid one finger slowly inside her. He smiled when he felt her silky wetness and slid his finger a little further inside, exploring her, heightening her arousal. She put an arm around his neck and drew him closer. She kissed him and eased her tongue in his mouth, slowly, lazily but also passionately.

  “Fitzwilliam?” she murmured.

  “Yes, my darling?”

  “Make love to me.”

  “Lizzy, you know Mr Collins and Charlotte are in the bed chamber next to ours.”

  “Mr Collins be hanged. I don’t care. All I know is I want you to make love to me.”

  Darcy did not reply. He stood up and unfastened the cord of his robe. He pulled the garment apart, revealing himself to her. Lizzy marvelled as his manhood rose up steadily until he was fully erect. It felt, she always thought to herself, that it did so for her alone. And it did, for Darcy was devoted to his wife alone. She gazed at his large manhood, relishing the hard shaft of smooth flesh. It never ceased to fill her with the wanton desire to give herself to him.

  She pulled the top part of her night dress down around her stomach in order to reveal her breasts to her husband. They were plump and firm and his breathing became quick and shallow and he licked his dry lips as he looked at them with delight. He threw back the bed covers and got in beside her. They kissed passionately and he gracefully positioned himself between her legs. He moved his hips forward and drove his manhood all the way inside her in one movement, making her gasp out again. It was a gasp of sheer pleasure and she threw back her head, her eyes closed with the exquisite passion of love.

  He made love to her tenderly but with long, strong, strokes of his manhood deep inside her sex, never once removing his gaze from her eyes, except when he dropped his eyes and looked with delight upon her beautiful breasts, moving up and down in rhythm to his powerful thrusts. He whispered words of love to her and she responded in kind. On occasion the heat of their love was so overwhelming that they said things they would never say in any other context.

  “You are enchanting, Lizzy. I ad
ore you. Your sweet pussy is so silky and wet.”

  She smiled at him and put her hand on his chest.

  “If my pussy be wet, then it you who has aroused me so with your large cock.”

  The words, which neither would dream of repeating outside the bedchamber, aroused them both further. Lizzy felt herself become wetter and juicier inside and felt also Darcy expand within her. He felt it too and the urgency of their lovemaking increased. He made love to her harder and faster while Lizzy squeezed her fine breasts in her hands and cried out, her ecstatic bliss making her forget all about Mr Collins and Charlotte in the room next door.

  “Oh, yes, Fitzwilliam, love me harder. Let me feel the full length and girth of your manhood inside my sex. Fuck me, my love, fuck me hard.”

  “I adore you, Lizzy. And I adore fucking you, sliding in and out of your hot sex.”

  “My pussy is on fire. Aahh, you are transporting me to climax, my love.”

  “Yes, I am approaching my apotheosis too.”

  They stopped talking for a moment to give their full attention to each other and their entwined pleasure. Darcy felt the first twinges of climax and slowed a little, to ensure that his wife and he came at the same time.”

  “Don’t stop, don’t slow down, for I am very close,” she pleaded.

  He thrust harder and powered through his own summit of joy just as she cried out and told him over and over that she was cumming. He called out her name as he felt a great spurt of his seed rush through the shaft and deep inside his wife’s sex. When he was certain that she had reached her own summit, he slowed down and finally stopped, completely and wonderfully spent.

  They lay together, looking up at the canopy of the bed. Both smiled happily, their hands entwined.

  “That was wonderful, Mrs Darcy,” he said.

  “You were wonderful, Mr Darcy,” she said. “You were so vigorous and passionate.”

  “Only because you make me so, my love,” he said turning his head to her.

  “Perhaps we should have breakfast in a little while. After all we need to regain our strength.”

  “Yes. I suppose Mr and Mrs Collins will be joining us.”

  Lizzy looked at him and a brief look of horror came over her face.

  “I was very loud when we were making love wasn’t I? Do you think they heard?”

  Darcy could not help from laughing.

  “Probably. For you can get rather noisy sometimes. Not that I mind, for I love to hear you call out in the full vigour of love.”

  “But Charlotte is my friend,” she said with a chuckle. “She might be embarrassed.”

  “Perhaps. And we didn’t hear anything from their side of the wall.”

  “I know. Charlotte says their marriage is rather chaste. He rarely visits her room at night. I think she’d like him to but he doesn’t seem very interested in her womanly favours.”

  “Your womanly favours on the other hand…”

  He went no further but kissed her on the lips and put his hand on her breast and fondled her pleasingly…

  Twenty minutes later they bathed and went down to breakfast. Mr and Mrs Collins were already there.

  “Good morning, Mr Collins. Good morning, Charlotte,” said Lizzy. “I trust you slept well.”

  “Yes thank you, Mrs Darcy,” said Mr Collins.

  “Yes,” said Charlotte. “We slept well enough. We decided to come down to breakfast a little early though.”

  She looked coyly at Lizzy. Lizzy realised at once that her loud cries and the loud, rhythmic noise of the bedsprings had been heard by Mr and Mrs Collins. And rather than encouraging their own love (which, it is understood, sometimes happens with couples) they were uncomfortable and left their chamber to come downstairs before Darcy and Lizzy were finished.

  A servant set plates of food down before Lizzy and Darcy.

  “Poole,” said Darcy, “how many of our guests are still here after last night?”

  “Most left early this morning, sir,” said the servant. “Only Mr and Mrs Collins remain, together with Mr and Mrs Wickham in the far wing.”

  Despite himself, Darcy tutted. For a variety of reasons, mainly concerning his younger sister, he hated and despised Wickham. He always said he would never invite Wickham to Pemberley. However, Lizzy missed her youngest sister and managed to persuade him otherwise. His sister Georgiana was absent from Pemberley, enjoying a fortnight with Lizzy’s Uncle Gardiner and her aunt. This, together with sympathy for Lizzy’s plight concerning her sister made him relent. He finally agreed to invite Wickham and Lydia provided they stayed in the far wing, some distance from his own bedchamber.

  At that moment there was a loud rap at the door.

  A few minutes later Poole rushed in with urgent news.

  “I am afraid to tell you, sir, there is an outbreak of influenza in the surrounding villages. The local magistrate has ordered everybody to stay indoors. That includes those who reside at Pemberley, Mr Darcy.”

  “You mean we have to stay indoors at Pemberley?” said Darcy. “We’re locked down?”

  “That’s right, Mr Darcy.”

  “How long do we have to remain inside, Poole?” said Lizzy.

  “Three weeks, Mrs Darcy. At least.”

  Chapter 2

  “So there it is,” said Darcy to the others at the table. “We must remain here for the next three weeks at least.”

  “But what about my sermon?” said Mr Collins. “I am supposed to deliver it at church today. We were going to leave early, weren’t we, Mrs Collins?”

  Not too early to miss breakfast though, thought Lizzy to herself.

  “I’m afraid that can’t be helped, Mr Collins. Your flock will miss your enlightening words today. And next Sunday and the one after that. We will simply have to make the best of a bad situation.”

  Mr Collins put his head in his hands.

  “Oh dear, oh dear,” he said.

  “Now we have plenty of food and plenty of drink,” said Darcy, “more than enough to last us through this difficult time.”

  Mr Collins visibly brightened.

  “Plenty of food and drink you say? Well, that’s something.”

  “Yes. We will simply have to entertain ourselves. The library is well stocked with books and we have a very decent collection of sheet music should we wish to have some music. Lizzy plays the pianoforte very well and I’m sure most of us can sing passingly well.”

  Charlotte looked at Lizzy with a weak smile. That wasn’t quite the entertainment for which she was hoping. If Mr Collins knew how well the sound carried between his and Darcy’s bedchamber then there was little chance that he would wish to make love to his wife thereby leading to the embarrassment of himself and Charlotte. Charlotte didn’t make much noise anyway (his love was too passionless for that) but he still wouldn’t take the risk and he knew it.

  “I suppose we should inform Wickham and Lydia,” said Lizzy.

  “Damn,” said Darcy, “I’d forgotten about them. It means I’ll have the detested Wickham in my house for three weeks. At least.”

  Lizzy put her arm around his waist. She looked up at him and gave him a swift wiggle of her eyebrows.

  “Don’t worry, darling. It’s only three weeks. I’ll make sure it passes as quickly as possible.”

  The first week passed in relative comfort. Much time was spent in the library and the music room. Each evening the Darcys and the Collins’ dined together. Wickham and Lydia dined alone in the far wing of Pemberley. Lydia was invited to dine with the others but out of loyalty to her husband, she chose to dine with Wickham. Darcy saw Wickham very briefly and said not a single word to him in that first week.

  After dinner Darcy and Lizzy usually went to bed early. They would make love and then talk together afterwards.

  “You know, Lizzy, this lockdown isn’t too bad at all.”

  “No?” she said.

  “Well, it has certain advantages. We’ve had early nights every day this week. It’s been wonderful.”r />
  “It has, my love. I’m not sure whether Charlotte and Mr Collins have enjoyed it quite so much.”

  Lizzy didn’t know it but at that very moment, Charlotte was in the library, trying to persuade her husband to join her in their big, soft bed.

  “We could have an early night, William,” she implored.

  “An early night, Mrs Collins? But I am reading a most interesting book concerning the excellent work of our missionaries in the dark continent.”

  “William, talking of missionary…”

  He either did not know what she was implying, or chose not to.

  “Indeed, my dear. They are doing God’s work in China too.”

  “But, William, wouldn’t you like to be in a soft, warm bed with your soft, warm wife? We could, you know, have intimate marital relations.”

  “Why, Mrs Collins, did we not enjoy intimate marital relations only a month ago?”

  We had marital relations, thought Charlotte, but I wouldn’t say enjoy. She went to bed alone sadly, while Mr Collins continued to read.

  One morning Lizzy was reading in the library while Darcy was taking an inventory in the wine cellar. She was joined by Charlotte who sat next to her at the small oak desk.

  “Hello, Charlotte,” said Lizzy shutting her book and giving her friend her full attention.

  “Good morning, Lizzy. Did you have a good night?”

  Lizzy smiled as she remembered. It was a wonderful night. After dinner, Darcy took her upstairs and made love to her three times. Warmly, passionately, tenderly, lovingly. And the last time, quick and hard from behind.

  “Yes, it was a very enjoyable night,” she said. “And you?”

  Charlotte looked at her, unable to suppress the tears in her eyes.

  “Why, Charlotte, what is the matter? Is it this lockdown which has upset you?”