Chapter 107

Isobel gave a startled jump and after looking around herself to verify a modicum of privacy, allowed Frang to penetrate her sheath, already becoming wet under his hand. She moaned low in her throat.

"You're a naughty boy, Frang, who probably doesn't deserve me, but I'm so glad you're mine." She leaned back for a kiss.

"Undoubtedly, you're right. I'm both naughty and don't deserve you, though I thank our merciful Father you're mine."

She gave another gasp as his finger was joined by another, which together dug deeper into her wetness.

Isobel glanced carefully about to ensure their continued privacy, and seeing they were essentially alone, began rocking forward on his fingers seeking her satisfaction. It was exquisite, the sensation of rocking on the slow moving horse while Frang manipulated her heated cunt.

She sighed as she felt the build up to her release. So close. She turned her head for another kiss to smother her small moans against his neck and cheek.

"If we were alone, I'd pull up your kilt and let you enter me, husband. This feels so dangerous, so scandalous, I'm close to cumming."

His fingers began rubbing either side of her turgid nubbin, peaking from her red, downy folds, reveling in his touch. Frang could feel her legs twitching beside his as she approached her crest.

Suddenly, she grabbed the hand inflaming her desire to end it's movement in her slickened slit and gave a contented sigh as she succumbed to her pleasure, his fingers growing wetter as her liquid flowed forth from her core. When her spasms eased, she glanced around again to see if her orgasm was noticed, then wiped his fingers and her cunt with one of her petty coats.

"Your saddle will stink of me," Isobel said. "Everyone will know I climaxed on our ride. They will think me a brazen whore."

"Not that brazen," Frang chuckled. "You barely made a sound and nobody is paying attention. I shall cherish the scent of this saddle. It will give me many pleasant memories on long boring rides."

"I'm sorry I can't return the favor. Are you sure you don't want a room at the inn?"

"My cock will shrink of it's own accord without further stimulation. I can wait until this evening to plumb your depths once again."

Isobel gave a little shiver. "Good, because I'm not sure it was enough to satisfy me for the day."

"Not even with way you began your day?"

"Not even then. I blame you. You've made me your wanton slut. I can't get enough. I need to make up for all I missed while married to McTavish."

"The poor bastard didn't even know what a gem he had, Isobel. I can't believe he was so oblivious to his real treasure."

"I'm fortunate you recognized it in the skinny, cowed creature you found." She leaned back for another kiss.

Ailene was so happy to see Stuart, she smothered him in kisses after climbing onto his cart. Stuart didn't mind; he had missed his wife as much as she missed him. He paid only as much attention to the road as was required to stay on it, even then, his wheels left the ruts a few times as he returned her attentions.

"I've missed you so much, Stuart," she said, taking a break from her canoodling to speak. "Did you miss me?"

"You know I did," he whispered back. "All you have to do is run your hand up my leg to see how much."

Ailene did after checking to see if anyone were paying attention, finding a firm cock awaiting her. "Mmmm. Is this for me?"

"No one else, my love. I'd take you into the woods and have my way with you if we weren't in a hurry."

"I'd let you. I wouldn't even care if anyone saw us going into the bushes and heard my screams of satisfaction if it meant having you in me."

"Don't tempt me, wife. You're dealing with a desperate man. It's been too long since I plunged my cock into you."

"If it were just us, I could find some way to relieve you, Stuart. I could sit in your lap, or use my mouth. I get shivers just thinking about it."

"Well, it's not just us. It's us and about 70 others and I don't think they'd appreciate stopping to take care of our mutual needs."

"I suggest we get a room at the inn and use the afternoon to become reacquainted. Otherwise it might be three weeks before we see each other," Ailene said, cupping his balls quickly before her hand came out from under his kilt.

"Oh, aye, that's a proposal I can get behind whole hearted," Stuart said. "I'll meet you there as soon as you're done with the magistrate. Thorburn's put me in charge of selling everything while you're speaking to him. How is your training going?"

Ailene showed him the callouses on her hand. "Very well. Frang says he's showed me all he can and from here on out, it's just a question of practice, both against him and Bjarkë primarily to work me against other weapons, the claymore, the Viking short sword, axes and such. I'm getting first touch on him about 25% of the time."

"First touch?" Stuart asked. "What's that?"

"I stab him first before he sticks me. It doesn't always mean I get off scot free. Sometimes he stabs me right after, but when I started, I couldn't lay a blade on him at all."

"Thorburn never did, so I'd say you're doing well."

"I'm working hard, seven or eight hours a day. Isobel and I help drill the newer students for the first couple hours, then Frang works with Isobel and I alone until lunch. Afterwards, I spend the next four hours with Frang alone, back and forth, attack and defend. The first day I was exhausted and could hardly move when we'd finished. It's getting much easier now. I'm building strength and endurance. I wonder what you'll think when you see me naked. I've lost some weight and an inch or so off my waist. My hands are much rougher now. I hope you won't mind they've lost their softness."

"As long as you don't grip too hard, I'm sure I can live with the changes," Stuart laughed. "Knowing you can defend yourself, it's a small price to pay." He kissed her nose.

Ailene put her hands around his left arm and hugged him to her. "Isobel said something strange this morning," she said after awhile.

"What might that be?" Stuart asked.

"I was telling them how lonely I was in my room by myself, without you there. It's especially bad because I hear them every night and most mornings, coupling, and it makes me miss you more. Isobel said if I became too lonesome, I could join her and Frang in their bed after they'd had sex. They'd put their clothes back on and knock on the wall and I could come in there. Isobel would sleep between Frang and I. She said his hand wanders at night. I have to admit, it was tempting."

"How so?" Stuart asked.

"A big part of what I miss is a warm body beside me and the comfort of loving arms around me. The lack of sex is bad enough but I miss the closeness of being with another person at night."

"What's stopping you?" Stuart asked. "Given what I've asked you to abide in the past, this would be nothing. I'd not care, especially if we're not talking about sex."

"We've guards posted outside our bedrooms now, protecting us in our sleep. If I went to their room, everyone would assume I was engaging in adultery or worse. Not just with Frang, but with Isobel as well. You were careful to protect my reputation in the past. This would ruin it."

Stuart nodded thoughtfully. "Aye, I'm sure it would. Servants tend to be gossip mongers anyway. It would likely spread around Lady Luck, then the Keep, and probably the rest of Mull before it's over."

Some time went by, Stuart considering the situation as he drove the cart.

"Is it something you'd like to do," Stuart asked, "if you weren't concerned for your reputation?"

"Sometimes. Not every night. There are times where I miss you more than others where it would be a comfort to be with someone else."

"I see. If you could guess how often, what would you guess?"

"Once or twice a week, I imagine. No more."

Stuart said no more about it and Ailene figured he was as concerned about the potential damage to her reputation as she was.

******

The slow, plodding of Frang's horse was relaxing enough Isobel could nod off, secure in his grip around her waist. Frang whispered for her to wake up as they rode to the edge of Dervaig.

"Mr. Craig and I are going to deliver our goods," Frang said. "After which I will seek the gambling hall. I'd really like you to join me."

"Aye, husband. I'll come with you. Let me tell the others where I shall be."

Isobel told everyone where she was going before disappearing with Frang and Mr. Craig. She asked Thorburn if he planned on seeing Teárlag while he was in town.

"Definitely. I've not heard her squeal for awhile. I miss the sound of it."

"Men!" Isobel said. "Don't you ever think about anything except the sounds a woman makes when you're fucking."

Thorburn laughed, "Not too much, to be honest."

"Of course you don't."