Strip

You reach out and your fingers find the simple fastenings of her frock. You pull the fastenings and the coarse fabric gives way, sliding down her shoulders to pool in a heap of linen at her feet. The wife doesn't flinch. Instead, she arches her back slightly, her breath hitching as the cool night air hits her bare skin. She is even more enticing than the dim light of the kitchen suggested.

She watches you with a mixture of wonder and burgeoning desire as you begin to discard your own attire. The fine, heavy wool of your traveling cloak hits the floor first, followed by your doublet and tunic. When you stand before her, makes, and your cock hard, her eyes look down and widen.

She steps back onto the large, straw-stuffed mattress, her dark hair spilling over the linens like a silken veil, and reaches out a hand to guide you down.

You lower yourself onto the bed, the straw mattress rustling beneath your weight. You have yet to start, but you want to feel every moment of this conquest, to savor the contrast between your royal skin and the rustic linens of a commoner’s home.

You start with your hands, tracing the line of her collarbone and moving down with a slow, deliberate pressure. She gasps, her skin flushing a deep rose under your touch. Her fingers find the muscles of your shoulders, gripping tight as you lean down to press your lips against the hollow of her throat.

"Slowly, Milord, " she breathes, her voice a ragged silk. She tilts her head back, offering herself up.

Every kiss is a claim, every graze of your thumb against her hip a reminder of who is in her bed while her husband wastes his time elsewhere. You take your time exploring the curves of her body, watching her eyes cloud with a hazy, **** longing.

Eventually, she is finally in heat. She pulls you closer, her legs tangling with yours as her eyes lid with lust. You move to bridge the last distance between you. You watch her face as you enter her, seeing the moment her breath hitches and her fingers dig into your back.

Thanks to you, she has successfully an adultress. You enjoy the warm and moist depth of her married pussy. After a while, you begin fucking her, the slow, rhythmic pace you set ensures the two of you feel the pleasure of the carnal sin.

Every time she tries to hurry the pace, her hips bucking instinctively against yours, you pin her wrists to the straw mattress and slow down further, forcing her to feel the fullness of your cock. The friction of skin against skin and the scent of her arousal fill the small room, drowning out the world beyond the timber walls.

Even though she was defiant, the sound of moans and her hips moving along rather eager shows that you're getting a rather eager partner. Rapidly, the two of you quickly move toward climax. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you deeper. You can feel the ripples of her own release beginning to take hold, her body trembling beneath yours like a bowstring about to snap.