Wait

Crispen takes an impatient breath and waits. Confronting angry husbands in their bedchambers was no novelty by any means, but it could be so tedious — particularly if it ended in ****. Crispen preferred to avoid such an altercation if at all possible.

He leans back against the wall and picks the garment off his erect shaft, freeing it for an absent-minded stroke. As he runs his fingers over his cock, his mind replays the seduction of the young housewife.

He met her earlier in the day at the marketplace. He originally had his sights on a saucy barmaid, but something about the freshness and purity of this young newlywed caught his attention. His arousal and correspondending pheromone emissions — not to mention his seductive charm — combined to bring about an invitation to have tea at her home while her husband was at work. Tea that never got served.

Crispen licks his lips at the memory of her gorgeous breasts. Her face conveyed such trusting innocence that he was actually surprised at how easy it was to get her to forget so quickly the wedding vows she had taken mere weeks earlier. He lifts his right hand to his nose and inhales deeply, breathing in the delictable scent of her cunt.

With growing impatience, he places his ear to the door and listens carefully. He hears nothing and wonders if the woman got second thoughts. That could happen so easily, once a subject was out of his immediate influence.

His insides burned with a ravenous hunger that demanded sexual sustenance. If he wasn’t going to be able to score with this damsel, he would need to come up with another plan — and quickly.