Mary and Jack left Rothsmere estate with mixed feelings: the Baron had been generous to both of them, Mary especially, and the money he had provided would ensure their future no matter what they wanted to do. Both of them felt that the ending had been too abrupt: he had thrown them adrift too quickly, too suddenly, without warning. What had happened to him? Mary, who had felt a connection to the Baron, was bereft: she was sure that she had meant something to Phillip but he had seemed to cast her aside. Despite their misgivings though, both looked forward to a new future, their comfort ensured.
They settled in a small town several miles from the Manor House and the estate. Marsden was a rural village, the railway still hadn't arrived there and Mary and Jack soon settled in a cottage at the edge of the village.
Mary had not known she was pregnant when she left the Hall, and in her innocence, despite her experiences, she did not know what the cessation of her monthly courses indicated. It was only after consultation with one of her older neighbours that she realised what this meant. Was the child she bore the child of Jack, or the Baron? She knew, from her basic arithmetic, that it probably wasn't Thomas's offspring, but was the child Jack's, or Phillip's?
She didn't know, and couldn't decide. As far as Jack was concerned, Mary was his, and so was the baby: they hadn't married, but for appearances sake, Mary used one of the Baron's sovereigns to buy a wedding ring.
The elderly neighbour had chuckled to Mary that now she had done her duty and fallen pregnant, she could throw Jack out of the bed for a while. Mary, however, felt more alive than ever: she blossomed during the pregnancy, and Jack realized that she had never looked so beautiful. Her breasts swelled, her nipples darkened and as the pregnancy progressed, they became exquisitely sensitive, so much so that she could barely touch them for fear of pleasure overwhelming her.
Betsy, the plump, quiet maid who had been Mary's best friend in the House came to join them several weeks later. She was full of tales from the House: the Master had been in a peculiar mood, withdrawing from the family and his wife had contacted his old friend Thomas to help him regain his spirits. At the sound of his name, Mary felt her legs tremble with desire; that night that she had spent with Thomas and her master was emblazoned in her memory. She had been satisfied with Jack for the last few weeks, but the pregnancy had changed her: she was increasingly more sensual, and realised that she had enjoyed being watched, she relished the thought of another watching her been taken, the look of lust on their face as another's cock had plundered her welcoming sex.
Betsy had missed Mary: she felt that she had only been half-alive until Mary had introduced her to the sensations of her body. She knew that Mary would always prefer Jack, but hoped that they would allow her to share sometimes in their pleasure. Late one evening, when Mary's pregnancy was far advanced, the three of them had settled in front of the fire. Mary was restless, and knew what would calm her down. Jack knew her mood, and what she wanted, and without a word held out his hand to her.
Betsy helped Mary disrobe: as he watched he saw Betsy softly kiss Mary's burgeoning breasts, taking the full nipples in her mouth. Her touches were delicate, fairy light, but he saw goose bumps rise on Mary's arms and knew how excited she was. Lying on the bed, Jack moved in behind Mary; her belly was so big now that he could only approach from behind. She lay on her side, and he softly stroked her back, caressing the sensitive undersides of her arms, her neck and reaching round to cup her breasts. Betsy was still lightly toying with Mary's nipples, and both of them could hear her breathing quicken with desire. Jack was erect already; the sight of his heavily pregnant and aroused woman being caressed by Betsy always excited him.
