Chapter 22

She slapped his hand and dodged out of his grasp. "Stuart, there's men about. Don't be pawing me in front of others," she said, then whispering in his ear, "But as soon as they leave, I'll be happy to show you how much." She gave him a quick nibble on his ear.

"Aye, well why don't you tell me about your day then," putting his arm about her. "How was your training this morning?"

"It went well, I think. Frang had us practicing Prime and Quinte today. We're to start on Seconde and Tierce tomorrow."

"And what are those, lassie, or do I need to start taking lessons myself to keep up with you?"

She got a couple hay forks and handing one to him, had him poke at her head with the handle. She deflected it with her own handle.

"It's kind of clumsy due to the tines getting in the way, but that's Quinte," she said. "You try."

She made an easy thrust at his head and Stuart easily deflected it, his prior training with blades making the move almost instinctual.

"Now, thrust at my leg," she said.

He did and she easily deflected that as well. He took another quick thrust at her head and she quickly directed the handle past her body.

"That's as far as we got today," Ailene said. "Frang said that repetition is the source of reaction, and that you can't think about your movements. You must react without thought. So we just practiced those two things over and over."

"Aye, well he's right, you know. I've shot so many arrows, I nae think about it anymore, hardly aim even. Draw and release. Same thing with the blades."

Stuart was leaning upon his hay fork as he spoke to her, she telling him about the rest of her day and he talking about the crofters he'd seen today. He told her of that some of the people he'd seen today were ailing and they discussed what herbs should be delivered to them and how they should be prepared.

Suddenly he looked around and noticed that they were all alone. All the horses had been given hay and grain and all the men had left for their supper. Stuart dropped his fork, and swept her in his arms.

"Now you can give me that proper greeting, wife," he said, all hands and lips.

She laughed, "Aye, I suppose I can if you dinna think we'll be disturbed."

"They're all tired and hungry. The horses are cared for. No one will be coming out here tonight," Stuart said. "And I know the perfect spot; there's that nice pile of straw back here where I can have my way with you." He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, laughing a fake evil laugh.

"Stuart!" she cried. "You wicked, wicked beast, you. Would you take my virtue, rape me and savage me?" Ailene giggled. "And aren't you hungry? You've nae had supper either."

"The only thing I'm hungry for is you," he said, tossing her on the straw pile. "Now strip, or I'll tear the finery right off you."

"Yes, master. I hasten to obey."

She sat up and removed her stays, unfastened her dress and wriggled it down her hips. She pulled her shift over her head and lay back in the straw naked but for her stockings, then startled back up.

"What's the matter, love?" Stuart said, having removed all his clothing in the meantime.

"Some of this straw is poking me in some most tender areas, Mr. Cameron. You would nae want your wife fucked in the ass by a piece of straw now would you?"

"Certainly not, Mrs. Cameron. Let me put my cloak down for you."

She stood and he laid down his cloak in the straw, exclaiming, "You're a beautiful lassie. I'm so fortunate to have you."

She knelt before him and took his rapidly rising cock in her mouth, feeling it grow and swell as she attended to him. He thrust into her, brushing against the back of her throat. She tasted the sweat, the heat, the strength of him, filling her mouth. She licked the glans, swirling her tongue around and under the head.

"I can't believe my luck, marrying you," he moaned, feeling her lips and tongue work their magic on his staff, soon having it steel hard.

He grabbed the sides of her head and after a couple quick thrusts in her mouth, pulled her off his prick and pulling her to him, settled on the cloak with her at his side, hungrily attacking her lips and mouth, his hands kneading and caressing her breasts, unable to get enough of her. When she was breathless from his kisses, he mouthed her breasts, suckling on her proud, erect nipples. His hand drifted down to her sex and she spread her legs, granting him access to the heart of her. Her folds were spreading for him and she was already leaking her juices. He inserted a couple fingers in her sheath, hearing her quick intake of breath. He brought one of the fingers to his mouth and licked it clean, giving her the other. He felt her tongue work the digit, licking her own fluids off. It was incredibly seductive.

"My God! How I love you wife. I can't breath, you fill my heart so."

He rolled her to her back and his cock took position at her moist heat. With a single thrust, he filled her to the base of his cock, listening to her throaty moan of pleasure. He stayed like that, fully filling her, her sheath pulsating with her heart beat. He began a slow thrusting back and forth, withdrawing to the edge of his crown, then sliding back into the heat of her. His lips continued to nuzzle her nipples, nipping and tonguing the stiff peaks. As her breathing quickened and breasts flushed, he sped his thrusting into her.

Her arms and legs curled around him, her feet clutching at his ass, pulling him against her on the in thrust, driving him harder while opening herself more. She felt the familiar tingles in her sex, her clit, as her passion took wing and soared. Building, multiplying, climbing to higher and higher levels, and finally spilling over, her cunt pulsing and squeezing on his plunging prick. Her hand went to her mouth to muffle her screams and moans, while Stuart continued to move, keeping the pleasurable spasms flickering and sparking.

"My oh my, that was amazingly erotic that was," Frang said. "I believe I have got to be a part of this."

Stuart pulled the edge of the cloak over them and turned.

"Frang, what are you doing here?" Stuart asked. "I thought this place would be empty the rest of the night."

"The last horse I bought, was limping a little. I came up here to check on him. Dinna know that I was going run into you two. That was a most exciting performance of sexuality. Mind if I join you?"

"Nae, help yourself," Stuart replied.

"Stuart, nae!" Ailene interjected. "Let this just be for the two of us!"

"Ailene, I thought you were good with this, with us sharing?" Stuart asked.

"Well, aye, I suppose I am," she said reluctantly, "but does it have to be all the time? Canna I have some time with my husband alone?"

"Any time, Ailene. Any time, as long as it dinna violate our rules; those are the rules. You're either in or you're out; there's no halfway measures. This is for me, remember?"

Ailene stared up at the roof, her husband still hard within her, somehow managing to maintain his erection through the interruption, even beginning to thrust a little, building the heat in her. Ailene felt disgusted with herself, that she could feel the pleasure mounting despite her husband offering to let his brother join them. What was wrong with her; how could she be so sick? She was in violation of all the vows of her marriage, against everything she believed, and she felt her sex flowing with her excitement.

"Aye, any time." She looked in her husband's eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

Instead of answering, he uncovered them both and turned over so that she was mounted on him, her buttocks aimed at his brother. He kept his modest thrusting, keeping her on the edge. Frang disrobed and moved to their heads. He was already erect, excited by their passionate performance.

"I think the next part will go better if I'm a little lubricated, Lady Cameron."