Invite Albina to come with you.

You move through the camp and find Albina checking the various packages she's brought with her to make sure they're all present and secured against rain or wind during the night. You embrace her from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist. "Come with me, wife," you whisper into her ear. When she blinks in surprise, you just take her hand and begin to draw her away.

On your way out of the little roadside camp, you call out, "Polyxena! Attend us." The Greek **** looks up in surprise, then brings her last load of kindling quickly to the fire, dusts her hands, and follows you.

It takes you a good five minutes to reach the stand of trees you spotted, but once you're there a quick glance back confirms that you're fully screened from the group you're traveling with. Good! And, what's more, the floor of the little stand is practically covered in moss due to the shade the trees provide, making it soft and comfortable underfoot.

"Gaius, what - ooh!" Albina's question is cut off as you seize her and pull her into a fierce kiss. For a second your energy takes her by surprise; then she melts into your arms, wrapping her arms around you and probing into your mouth with her tongue. You kiss her deeply, hands roaming across her body, and she tangles her hands into your hair, gripping you with surprising tightness. You break the kiss with difficulty after a few moments.

"My wife," you murmur huskily. "I can't wait to enjoy you. But that has to be done right...in a home...so that will have to wait for tomorrow." Albina moans slightly - whether in simple animal response or in disappointment, it's hard to tell. "But I've lust built up in my cock that I need to spend somehow, and I'd thought to use Polyxena." The Greek **** bows her head ambivalently. "What do you say? I thought perhaps you'd need release too, and if so I'm sure she'll be happy to serve."