Chapter 137

Isobel came up at ten and shooed Bjarkë out of the room.

"Thank you, uncle," Ailene said. "This is the longest conversation I've ever had with you. I enjoyed it immensely. I shall keep in mind the type of woman you're looking for."

"You do that," Bjarkë said, closing the door behind him.

"What's that about?" Isobel said.

"I think we need to find him a wife and let him settle down. He told me what he's liked about the women he's met. I told him I'd keep an eye out. He likes attractive, intelligent women. You and I are perfect examples, although he wouldn't mind one with a few more years on her. Someone who likes a little fun and isn't too serious. He feels like he's too old for children, but he's not adamantly opposed to them. He wouldn't even mind raising someone else's kids. He said he was somewhat attracted to Meghan, though he's not foolish enough to approach her while Blackthorne's around."

"A little young, isn't she?"

"Aye, and he knows she may not be interested in someone so old, but he found her attractive, smart, caring and brave. He's heard from family members from the town where her family was taken; they're good, hard working people and he figures the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Not too dissimilar between the age difference of Jamison and Beatrix when they were wed."

"Heaven knows he's still vigorous," Isobel opined. "I've heard talk from some of the maids."

"How about yourself and Frang?" Ailene asked. "Are you still enjoying the games newlyweds play?"

"Not as much as I'd like," Isobel admitted. "Frang is worried about harming the child. He treats me like a flower ready to shed it's petals. Mostly, he's satisfied with oral sex, and while I do enjoy him licking and kissing me there, now I know how much I love fucking, I wouldn't mind a little more hard cock."

Ailene laughed. "I'll have a word with him. I'll tell him you're not that delicate and if he's concerned with his weight pressing on the child he can take you from behind like a mare and stallion; or better yet, you can ride him. That way, you control the speed and depth of his thrusting and you can have as little or as much as you want."

"Men," Isobel said in disgust, "he worked like the devil to get me in his bed, and now I'm there, he's afraid to touch me."

"At least you know he cares for you and the baby."

"Too much. I'm stronger and healthier than I've ever been. It's getting to the point I don't want to practice with him anymore. He stops at every little thing."

Ailene yawned. "Heavens, I'm tired. I worked so hard this morning. I really wish I could go to sleep. You picked a bad time to look after me. You must talk constantly if you're going to keep me awake. Come, sit beside me and tell me more about you and Frang and I will tell you about Stuart and I. Perhaps thinking of sex will help keep me awake. Though having sex would do a better job of it."

Isobel climbed beside her in bed and started talking.

When Jinny knocked on the door at 3:00 in the morning, they were both laughing like loons.

"Pardon ladies. It's time for me to take over," Jinny said. "What are you giggling about."

"Isobel was just telling me about the time she tied Frang up in bed and had her way with him," Ailene snickered. "It was intended to set Isobel's mind at ease about finally having sex with another man after her husband ruined sex for her. Turns out it worked better than Frang thought and Isobel almost wore him out."

Jinny laughed, too. "And what brought up that subject?" She asked.

"Trying to stay awake after a tiring day," Ailene said. "If we couldn't have sex, we thought we should at least talk about it. I told her how Stuart had tied me to the bed and made use of me and how exciting it was. I said if she wanted to be in control, she should try it, and she did. Frang was ready to be tied up every night as long as it made Isobel comfortable enough to do it."

"I've got some pretty good stories I can tell," Jinny said. "Me and my man have tried most everything since we've been married."

"Wonderful," Ailene said. "Maybe I can get some new ideas."

"I'll leave you to it then. Speaking of sex, I think it's about time my husband gives me a little. If you don't want to be embarrassed, cover your ears," Isobel said. "Goodnight. If you hear anything really juicy, you can tell me tomorrow. What time do you want us to let you sleep, Ailene?"

"If I haven't had problems before nine, you can let me sleep then. Could you send a maid up with more willow bark tea? My head still hurts a little."

"Of course. I'll get it myself. I left some steeping on the fire."

"Thank you."

Isobel hurried down, stirred the pot, and poured more tea. She carried it upstairs and handed it to Ailene, already deep into a story Jinny was telling. She closed the door and went to her room, slipping in quietly. She stripped off her night clothes. She couldn't see in the dark, but she rubbed her belly, noticeably swelling. She approached the bed and pulled down the covers. Good, he was sleeping on his back. All the easier for her. She bent over and took his cock in her mouth, gently sucking it. He stirred, not yet awake but aware, as his cock started to swell under her quiet ministrations. He was almost fully hard before he fully roused and grabbed her head.

"Isobel?" He asked, the room too dark to clearly see.

"You better hope it's Isobel," she said between sucks. "If it's anyone else, you're in trouble, mister."

"What are you doing?" Frang said.

"You told me this is called fellatio. Is that not correct?" She went back to sucking his cock.

"I know what it's called. Why are you doing it at this time of the night? What time is it anyway?"

"It's a little after three and I'm doing it so you'll fuck me. You haven't fucked me in a week." She started to straddle him.

"You can't, we'll hurt the baby," Frang protested, turning so she couldn't mount him.

"You've got a nice cock, Mister Cameron, but it's not big enough to hurt the baby. I had a nice long conversation with Ailene and she said there's nothing wrong with having sex well into my pregnancy and if you're worried about your weight upon my tummy, we can do it like this or with you behind me. Now shut up and fuck me or do I have to tie you down to have my way with you again."

"No, if Ailene says it's okay, you don't have to tie me down," Frang said. "I'm more than happy to be ridden." He turned to his back again and helped Isobel to mount his rampant prick.

Isobel sighed happily as she sank down on his shaft. "Good. I was telling her you begged and pleaded to get me into your bed and now I must beg and plead to get you to do your husbandly duty."

"As long as she's sure no harm can come to you and the child," Frang murmured, stabbing into her, "I'm happy to mount you, my love."

"You're the one who turned me into a randy slut. It's your job to keep me satisfied, Laird. You wouldn't want your wife seeking favors from other men, would you?"

"No, Isobel. I certainly wouldn't." He was pumping up and down into her cunt.

"Good. Your uncle, Bjarkë, is thinking about finding a wife and settling down. I hear from some of the maids he's quite capable of making them happy. If you refuse to fuck me, perhaps he's up to the job." She giggled as she said it.

"Well, at least he'd know what a lucky man I am," Frang said, laughing. "A woman who wants to fuck so bad, she'll go looking for it from old men."

Isobel started panting, getting close to her peak. Frang reached up and thumbed her swollen tits, rubbing her sensitive nipples. She gasped and released, her inflamed sex clutching madly at his cock, seeking to milk his seed. Frang pumped a few more times and gave it to her, pumping her full. Isobel laid down on his chest and kissed him.

"Thank you, husband. I expect you to do this at least four," she thought quietly a moment, "no - five times a week at least. Else I might think you find me fat and ugly and wish to couple with other women and I'll have to look into what Bjarkë might provide me. "