Chapter 15

He leaned forward and suckled her nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it, biting and teasing the turgid flesh lightly with his teeth. Ailene moaned again, louder and longer this time, riding his hand faster and faster. Frang was going to make her release, his teasing tongue and long, agile fingers doing their work all too well. Her breathing changed to rapid little pants, shorter and faster with each breath. Suddenly, she stuffed her left hand in her mouth to stifle the sounds of her orgasm. Her sheath pulsated on his fingers, squeezing them tightly together, releasing, and squeezing again. Her legs also squeezed together, the intensity of her release so strong that she needed to stop his fingers from their penetration due to her sensitivity.

When her breathing returned to normal, her eyes opened, and her thighs parted to allow the withdrawal of his hand, Frang pulled it from between her legs and licked the moisture collected there from his fingers. He stood up and lifted his kilt, exposing the rigid shaft growing from between his legs.

"Perhaps you could do something to fix this wee problem, Lady Cameron?" Frang asked.

It was nae a wee problem, Ailene saw. While he may nae have been as thick as Stuart, he was fully as long. He dinna wait for her reply, but stepped forward until she faced the problem directly. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought. She opened her mouth and felt his cock slide in until he was tickling the back of her throat. She grabbed his hips in her hands and holding him still, moved her head up and down, tonguing the shaft and head.

He grabbed her head, using her to steady himself as he felt his legs begin to weaken as she ministered to his prick. With each stroke, he felt himself go farther and farther into her mouth, proceeding even as far as her throat. Thorburn was right, Frang thought. It was like she had no gag reflex. She was breathing through her nose and although he felt her attempt to swallow, it was a mere tightening of her throat as his cock was plugging that orifice to his balls. He had been well worked up by his pleasuring of her and as soon as her right hand left his hip and grasped his sack in a wee hand, he exploded in her mouth, releasing a muffled groan as he did so. He too was careful not to let his orgasmic cries leave the confines of the armory.

Just as it had the previous night, there was nowhere for his cum to go. His cock was all the way down her throat. She couldn't swallow it, nor could all of it just flow to her stomach. Some of it backed up in her mouth and dribbled out the corners. She held his shaft in her mouth until the pulsing ended and he began to shrink, giving it a couple more sucks and licks as he withdrew to clean it off, then wiping the excess flow from her mouth and chin.

"Lady Cameron, that was most incredibly gratifying. Stuart's a lucky man."

As on the previous night, she felt a perverse pride at his words. How could she be proud of sucking another man's cock?

She finished straightening her clothes, refastening her stays over her shift. Before she left the armory, Frang gave her a couple of balls of cloth.

"These have seeds sewn inside," Frang said. "For a half hour each night, I want you to squeeze one of these balls in your right hand to strengthen the hand, the wrist and the arm. You can use the other ball in the left hand if you want to maintain equal strength in both. Squeeze as hard as you can, holding for 20-30 seconds, then releasing for the same amount of time. It's important to have a strong grip when fencing."

Ailene made sure she was presentable, took her epee and left Frang in the armory.

The mornings activities had left her clothes sodden with sweat, so Ailene changed before eating her noon meal, donning clothes in shades of gray; dark gray stays, light gray dress. After eating, she headed down to the storeroom. One of her duties as head of household was to check the level of supplies in the storeroom, see in what areas they were running low so they could remedy the situation on the next market day. As that was in a two days, it was time to check those supplies. She went down to the cellars, glancing briefly at the strapping room. Was it just yesterday that happened? Now, she'd gone from nae knowing that it even existed in the Keep to nervous apprehension every time she walked by it.

She turned toward the other end of the cellar and the supply room. She noted a light coming under the door of the storeroom. Had Muiríol sent someone down for kitchen supplies? She opened the door and found Thorburn standing within. He had already taken off his coat and was removing his shirt.

"Come in and bar the door," Thorburn said. "I knew that you had to check supplies today. I should nae make assumptions, but you did spend a substantial amount of time in the armory today. Does that mean you are accepting this situation?"

"I dinna know yet. I'm torn. I love my husband. He is the one I wanted to spend my life with. When I married him, I was unaware that you and Frang were included. You were nae in his life. I dinna know if you were ever going to show up, or that you were all so close you had to share everything, even one another's wives. If I had known, I would nae have married him."

"I know this is hard."

"Do you? Know how hard it is? How would you know? Have you shared your wife with two other men? Have you been shared with two other men?

"Nae with two other men, but with 2 lasses, aye."

"How is that the same? Last time I looked, lasses are nae poking their big bloody cocks in several parts of your body at the same time, are they? And even if you're with 2 lasses, only one of them gets to feel that big manly prick of yours at once, dinna they?"

"You are right. It's nae the same. I should nae have suggested it was," Thorburn replied.

"You've removed most of your clothes - you were expecting something?" Ailene asked.

"I was hoping," Thorburn responded. He had the grace to look down at the ground as he said it.

"The thing of it is; I really do love my husband," Ailene said. "He's the sun and moon to me, everything I'd ever imagined in a man. Everything I'd ever dreamed of when a wee girl. I dinna love you and Frang; at least nae in that way. I feel like if I agree with this, I'd be tolerating it; nae looking forward to it, nae enjoying it, but how is that to live a life? If I'd married some doddering old man, I'd have tolerated him, at least to start. Hopefully, I might have developed some fondness for the man, but nae love, toleration. That's nae to say that you and Frang are nae very good lovers; you've proven that to my satisfaction. It's disheartening to me how good you make me feel, physically. It made me feel like a whore, I enjoyed it so much. I thought myself a better person."

Thorburn went to her and held her loosely in his arms, offering comfort, but nae expectations she must give more.

"You're nae a whore, Lady Cameron. I'm sorry we made you feel like one. You are, in every sense of the word, a lady. I admire you." She shook her head and tried to push away. "Nae, I do." Pulling her close. "You've nae real experience in running a household, yet you do a marvelous job. You'd nae been married before, but you're a wonderful wife. Stuart would pine away without you, he loves you that dearly. You've nigh been put in a position anything like this, and yet you've managed, with a certain amount of doubt and misgivings, to accept what's happened with a modicum of decorum and grace. It's nae an easy thing, what we've asked, what we've expected. Nae one would have an easy time accepting it. I expect most would have run screaming from the Keep. Nae you."

"What I fear most, Thorburn; what I canna abide, is the thought of Stuart nae loving me anymore. I have nae experience in worldly matters. He is my first and only love. How does one judge these things? If I saw Stuart with another woman, it would kill me; I know it would. That is what I know, that is what I think, what I feel. If I do this, this thing, this sharing, whatever you call it; is he nae going to have or develop the same feelings as I would? Will he nae picture me in the throes of passion with another and begin to despise me as I would despise him? Then I would hate myself."

She sat down on a chair and sighed. "That is my quandary then. He wants me to do this. If I say nae, he may lose his love for me because I canna honor his gift to his brothers; if I say aye, he might develop the feelings I would have if I were sharing him and lose his love. That's the risk I face. I sense nae good answer. I can lose either way."

Thorburn knelt down and held her face in his large hands, looking her in the eye. "If it be of benefit to my lady, I would wager that there is very little you could do in this world that Stuart would nae forgive, and love you anyway. He holds you above all other things, any possessions, his life, his honor. For my part, if I were married, I believe that I would gladly share my wife with my brothers and it would nae bother me, but that's me, nae Stuart. He says that he's good with it, and I have to trust him, as I trust him in all other things. And I would have to trust him to tell me when he's nae good with it anymore. But tis nae my decision, I canna answer this dilemma for you."

"Oh wonderful. Something else for me to worry about. Whether I shall have to share him with your wife as well, and Frang's. What have I gotten myself into?"