Chapter 24

"I'm thinking you find this almost as exciting as I do, love," he said.

"Aye, I do. I can barely wait to feel your hard cock in me. I am so close to cumming already. It should take very little to make me release."

"Let's test that theory, shall we?" Stuart asked.

He put two fingers into her cunt and a couple thrusts later, she was spending on his hand, gasping at the flood of pleasure sweeping over her.

"Now that we have the initial one out of the way, I'd say that we can take a little time to play this out," Stuart said.

He climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs. The scent of her arousal was strong and the musk tantalized him. He licked her folds from her anus to her clit, rewarded with another low moan and the thrusting of her hips up against his mouth. He penetrated her with two of his fingers as his tongue and teeth worked on her nubbin of flesh. He rubbed his fingers against the roof of her sheath and she quivered under him. He reached up his other hand and kneaded at the flesh of her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He heard her breathing increase, speeding up, while she sucked in larger and larger gulps of air. Her hips ground up against his face as much as the ties would allow.

"Ah, merciful God in Heaven!" Ailene moaned. "I swear you must take lessons, else I dinna know how you got so good at this."

"Well, I must admit I get more practice since we married," Stuart said. "I dinna have any lessons, but I pay attention to you and what causes you to moan and roll your hips, and try to do more of that and less of whatever dinna do those things." He proceeded to do more of what caused her to moan and roll her hips.

Ailene felt her pleasure peak once again and her cunt spasmed on his fingers, small mewls and sighs of pleasure escaping her lips as she rocked back and forth on his hands and lips. He withdrew his fingers and settled his cock at the entrance to her sex and pushed. He slid so easily into that wet, slick hole; the way paved by her two previous orgasms. Her previous spasms had not quite died down when he entered her, instead of dying down as they usually did, she felt a new quickening in her arousal.

"You feel so good in me. I am so full, stretched so tight. Fuck me, Stuart. Fuck me hard!"

"Aye, your wish is my command," he panted, carrying out her request with alacrity.

He rocked back and forth into her welcoming cunt, slipping easily in and out, grasped in the clutching comfort of her slick sheath. He kissed her mouth, nibbling on her lips, her mouth open and panting. With her legs spread and tied, he was able to slam into her repeatedly, hitting her clit with his pubic bone on each inward stroke. Once again her heat rose and she could feel herself climbing the mountain, waves of pleasure spreading from her sex to her breasts, and back again.

"My husband, you're going to make me cum again. It's like I can't get enough of you."

"I certainly can't get enough of you. Every night I want you more."

He punctuated his words with three more hard thrusts and felt himself explode into her, his release triggering her own. He felt her muscles contracting on his cock, draining the cum from his balls. He slowed his thrusting down after his release, but did keep a slow, steady movement in her as she eased off her orgasm.

"Stuart, you're staying hard. You usually have to rest a wee bit after cumming. What's gotten into you?"

"I told you how seeing you helpless and tied down got me excited. I'm ready to go again. What shall it be this time?" Stuart asked.

"You have never used my ass. I feel that you should have ownership of all of me and thus far, that is one part of me that you've neglected. I only wish you were to first one. It should have been you."

"Well, I was hoping to make us a child, so I did neglect taking care of all parts of you the way I should, but I don't mind not being the first. It was a gift I was pleased to give."

"Now it's time to do your duty and show me that you love all of me."

He reached behind him and released the ropes tying her legs down, then lifted them up over his arms leaving her arms tied. He gave her a dozen more strokes in her cunt, then pulled his cock out and moved it down to her rosebud. His prick was slick with their combined fluids, more than lubricated for her. Stuart edged in, stretching the tight muscles guarding her ass. She relaxed under the pressure and she felt herself expand to take the plum shaped head. It popped in and Stuart eased himself the rest of the way in until he felt his balls resting in the crease of her ass.

"I'm so full," she panted. "It feels incredible."

"You're so tight. I canna believe I waited all this time to take your ass."

Stuart started grinding into her ass, an inch or two to start, but soon making long hard strokes the length of his cock. He pushed one of her legs to the side so his mouth could reach down and suckle one of her nipples.

"If you're nae careful, I'm going to get a cramp," Ailene said, gasping hard with each thrust in her dark hole.

"Dinna you dare," Stuart exclaimed. "I canna stop now."

He relaxed the pressure on her legs and Ailene sensed the all too familiar excitement growing as her husband fucked her ass, so strong and powerful, every thrust sending shivers to her cunt and clit. Stuart felt his balls drawing up and knew he was going to explode. To make sure Ailene released at the same time, he grabbed her clit and twisted it slightly. The quick shock of pain was enough to send her spiraling off the cliff that her pleasure was poised on. She came, calling out his name as he called out hers; her clit, cunt and ass throbbing in concert with his spurting shaft, shooting voluminous amounts of his creamy cum in her dark passage. The pulsations of her spasming muscles milked his balls of his essence, draining him at last. He felt her squeezing out his shrinking cock.

"I swear I almost died there, it felt so good. It's no wonder the French call it 'La Petite Morte', the little death," Stuart said.

"Four times! Four times you made me cum; each time better than the last. Ah husband, I canna believe the pleasure you give me, the love I hold for you."

"As I do for you, my love," he said, untying her hands.

She curled in his arms and felt him spooning her back with his front, the sticky leavings of their passion slowly leaking from the two holes he'd deposited his cum into.

"Your wife has been properly serviced, my Lord. Thank you, Stuart," Ailene said. "I am complete now. You've owned and possessed every part of me. I am cherished in every way."

"Aye, it should have been done long before, beloved wife. Sleep now," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

She drifted off to sleep; awakened once more before rooster crow to find her husband claiming her ass once again, his thrusts small and slow.

"I felt neglectful, waiting so long to take full possession of my wife. I needed to make up for lost time and missed opportunity," he said, thrusting vigorously once he knew she was awake.

"You make me a wanton woman, husband of mine," she moaned, meeting his thrusts by rolling her hips backward onto his plunging spear.

He reached around her and fingered her cleft, stroking her clit when it peaked out from her dewy folds. It was not long before his clever fingers and masterful prick sent her into paroxysms of pleasure and her convulsing ass siphoned his cum from his balls.

He waited until his shrinking cock popped from her ass, then said, "It's time to get up, love. Remember it's market day, today."

"I'm thinking you should let me sleep more than you did if it's necessary to get up so early," she replied.

"Who needs sleep when you've got love," Stuart said.

"Maybe someone who's been wrung out five times," she said. More if you count his crazy brothers, Ailene thought. "Aye, and you're awful perky for someone who's been up half the night yourself."

"You're right. I'm feeling remarkably refreshed. I may have to tie you down more often, love. That was amazing," Stuart said, smacking her ass. "Up now. We've got things to do before we leave."

"Aye, you slave driver," she said, sitting up. "Get me some water and rags to clean myself up. I'm a right sticky mess this morning."

"A beautiful mess," he said, kissing her on her forehead. "Right away, Lady Cameron." He went for the basin and clean cloths with which to clean herself up.