Learning to Love My Husband

As I lay my long beloved husband to rest now, I am overwhelmed with grief, but I am also overwhelmed with love and memories, and I am reminded of the story of our wedding night. I feel compelled to tell it for some reason.

It was 23 years ago, in the year of Our Lord 1224. The wedding was everything a girl dreams of when she is little. It was a grand affair in London. It included everyone who was anyone in the whole county. The wine was flowing. My parents had even opened the vintages. the guests danced like there was no tomorrow, and the flowers... oh the flowers were unbelievable. But all of it paled in comparison to the groom. Ædward, Third Earl of Hampton was a Handsome man. His eyes were a brilliant green and his hair was black as night, and half way down his back, not to mention a jaw that could cut glass. And of course he was tall. But in spite of his good looks, when you got to know him, his charm was even more captivating. For a girl barely out of my awkward years, I should have been wet at first meeting him, but I wasn't. I wasn't interested in him.

It seems baffling that I wouldn't be into such a man, but the reality was none of those things had anything to do with why I was marrying him. If I wanted to explain why I was marrying him, the pitch to my parents would have ended at the word earl, and it was not me making the pitch, because why would you leave the decision of the most important contractual tool they had to the bargaining chip? Of course now, having arranged marriages for my children I get it. I understand that the pitch did not end there. That they spent considerable time examining how he would treat me and how happy they thought I would be, but at the time, the expensive wedding only served to make me feel cheap. While everyone was so preoccupied with the merriment, I was caught in horror.

"You know they're going to watch right?" I could hear my sister saying in the back of my head. She loved to get under my skin.

I began to replay the conversation in my head. "There has to be a way to stop it." I said in response.

"Nope." She said with a shit eating grin. "They are going to carry you both up the stairs and pull your clothes off. And watch as he puts his cock in you."

"That's just a story. You've never even seen that." I tried to tell her.

"They don't let you see until you're older. Christina told me people watched at her wedding. Everyone is going to see your tits. And you're pussy, which is going to bleed by the way."

I rolled my eyes.

"You'll make mom and dad proud."

"Are you alright?"

"What?" I said.

"Are you alright?" My new Husband asked "You looked troubled."

"Oh." I came back to the wedding. "I was just... it's been a long day. I'm a little sleepy."

"Should we sneak out?" He asked me politely.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean sneak out before they notice. Besides. You don't really want them to watch us consummate the marriage do you?"

"Can we sneak out."

"Find me a person in here who is sober enough to notice..." I looked around. I didn't want to have sex with him, but... if I had to I would rather it be in privacy.

"Okay."

"Go to the room" he told me. "I will wait a few so no one notices."

I snuck out. As I waited in the room...

I waited in anticipation. I paced back and forth, waiting. I breathed in and out. Through my head flashed all the things that could happen. What if I wanted to stop? Did I have a say or would he just throw me on the bed and take me? What if he hurt me? What if he broke me, not like broke my spirit but my vagina? Would it ever heal? all of this went through my head in what could not have been more than a minute, but that minute felt like eternity so I waited... and then...

The door creaked, I turned to attention. Before I knew it my new husband was towering over my tiny body. His hand pulled my hair back behind my ear and rested on my cheek. Oh no! What would Winfred think!? My husband leaned down, parting his lips, and the next thing I knew they were on my forehead... I let out a breath I think I was holding for that entire time, and then I breathed in unsteady. My husband pulled back.

"Are you alright?" He asked me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well that was the first breath you've taken since I've been in here."

"I..." I couldn't finish the sentence.

"You're nervous?" He lifted my chin to look him in the eye.

"I figured."

"I just... my sister wound me up with the whole everyone is watching... and my friends teased me that it would hurt the first time we. And my parents expect me to get pregnant tonight, and my..." I stopped dead in my tracks as he looked at me. he was so calm and so confident. "Wha... What?"

"We're married now... well... only one thing left to do and we're married. It's my job to take care of you, because for better or worse, we're stuck together, and I want it to be for the better."

I choked on the words. "Will you... be... ge... gentle..."

"I'll do you one better. I'll wait until you're ready."

"I.. I..."

"It's okay. It's been a long day. You're worn out. We've spent some time together, but not really. Take a few days, get to know me. We have plenty of time. There's no rush."

I began to breath normal again. "Thank you."

He took his shirt off. "That said I don't think I will be concerning myself with modesty if that's okay with you."

Seeing his abs all I could say was "that's okay." My god they were so hard the only thing sharp enough to cut them was his jaw. Then he dropped his pants and I felt a mix of desire to have what I saw inside me, and a horror about how it could possibly fit given I had never fit more than a finger inside me to that point. Everything about him was thus far perfect, though to be fair, that was evident at every turn.

A month earlier when I met him first he seemed so remote. He arrived with a giant entourage. Servants, courtiers, knights, horses. He was just as kind then. Of course, while we could occasionally go to places no one could hear us, we could never go places where no one could see us, though honestly my parents would have preferred he fucked me so they could require him to marry me. They would have watched so they could verify to the bishop.

We would usually walk once a day to the end of the garden and back. "What do you like to do for fun?" he asked me the first day.

"I like to ride." I informed him like I was being shown for purchase.

"Horses I presume."

"What else would I ride."

He just grinned.

I pretended not to notice. "I think I was born to be a stable hand honestly."

"Really? Why's that?"

"I just..." I never could find the words with him in the early days. "I love riding. I love tending to the horse."

"Surely you don't tack your own horse."

"I do from time to time. I mostly just love spending time in the barn."

The next day he asked where my favorite place to go in town was.

"I love the Bakery."

"What about it?"

"Mr. Baker makes the best tarts I have ever had"

"How many other bakeries have you been to?"

My eyes fell a little.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"No, Just, I already..."

"Am the most important girl in the town and deal with a bunch of people making it hard on you."

"How did you..."

"I'm an earl..."

"You're saying it's not going to stop?"

"There's always going to be gossip about you, but I have the weapons, and the men, and the castle, and quite a few servants, so it works itself out."

A few days later he asked if there was anything I would miss.

"My fireplace." I told him.

"Your Fireplace." He looked confused.

"Well I guess I will miss my chambers. They're... they're home..." I looked at him. "But my fireplace. Just. All the time I grew up, whenever I was feeling sad, or lonely, or just cold, I would sit in front of my fireplace and feel myself warm from the outside in..."

"I know the feeling."

I looked at him.

"When I was younger, it was my window. Whenever anyone was mean to me, or life was hard I would stare out that window and remind myself. This is all yours..."

From there I walked him to the stable. Excited, even a little wet. I was with him when he mounted his horse and left. He would be back in a month, but for now I went back to my horses stall. I pet him for a while. Petting blackthunder calmed me. I was there long after the entourage was gone and the household returned to work.

"My Lady." I heard a voice behind me. It was the stable boy. "I need to feed him."

I backed up against the wall just inside the stall. He fed the horse then came to speak to me, but before he could I pulled him towards me. I opened my mouth and kissed him. I took a deep breath as his tongue probed my mouth. "My Lord a week away from you." We made out in passion. he kissed back to my ear. "Mmmm fuck." I let out a low moan. He nibbled my ear and my juices started to flow. He tried to play with my breasts through my corset, but it just wasn't really doable. Instead, I grabbed his hand.

"What do you want?" He looked me in the eye.

I stared him dead in the eye and grabbed his hand. I Lifted my dress and guided his hand between my legs. I breathed heavier as his hand reached up my thigh, wet from my juices dripping down it. He began to stroke my thighs but I wouldn't let him. I pulled his hand straight to my pussy. I made sure not to wear anything under my dress today for this reason exactly. He ran his middle finger up my slit. I let out a whimper. He began to move it up and down my little slit.

"Holy Fuck..." He put his hand over my mouth to keep me from moaning too loud.

He began to rub his finger up and down my slit as I shook. I pulled his hand away and in that moment he slid his finger inside me. I bit his neck to keep from screaming his name.

I began to move my hips, riding his hand as he fingered me. I moaned into his shoulder as I tried to help him get his finger as deep in me as it would go. I was in heaven, and then... his second finger slid inside me too. I was so full I was stretching open. He hooked his fingers and started rubbing the top of my pussy. I pulled my head back and started to kiss him on the mouth as hard as I could. I moaned into him, and he didn't let up. I kept riding his fingers harder and harder until I felt my pussy contract around them. I felt a pulsating starting in my pussy and ending in the furthest extremities of my body. He only stopped because I lost balance and fell to my knees.

He smiled as I sat there panting.

After a few minutes I caught my breath and looked up at him. Smiling.

"What?" He asked me.

I just put my hands up and lowered his pants. His dick jumped from semi erect to fully at attention. I looked up into his eye as I grabbed his shaft. I looked at him, dripping a single drop of precum, then back up at him as I licked it. The drop trailing from his head to my tongue. I licked his head as I looked at him. He began to breath heavy. Then I took his head in my mouth. With my lips wrapped around him I began to sink my head lower. Taking his shaft into my mouth. I pushed further till I felt him at the back of my throat but I was determined so I pushed further still till my lips were around the base of his dick.

I licked around his base with my tongue and he began to moan very quietly. He had more control than me. I slid my head back till only his tip was in my mouth again, then circling it with my tongue I took it in my throat again. I began to take his cock up and down. While I did I reached up and played with his balls. He moaned lowly again.

"I'm gonna cum soon." He told me.

There was only one place I could hide the evidence. I looked up at him and sped up.

His hips began to move. He put his hands on the back of my head. He was fucking my throat, then it happened. He stopped and my mouth filled with his hot cum. It tasted so good to me. I know a lot of women hate it but I love knowing I have a man's cum. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up at him to show him just how full my mouth was. Then I swallowed it all like a good girl...

That was the boy I wanted while I looked at my husband in my bed, and realized there wasn't another place to sleep. Then I realized something else. I walked over to the bed and turned my back to him. "I need your help."

"With?" He was confused.

"I can't get my dress off without help."

"Oh." He got up and unlaced me.

I slid my gown off and laid it across a chair. "Thank you." I said awkwardly. "And..." I walked back over to him.

He started to undo my Kirdle. "We might be here a while mightent we?"

"It is a distinct possibility." Another layer came off.

I began to ask myself 'should I take them all off? He has been so kind. Just because I take them all off doesn't mean I am going to have sex with him. But I have to share a bed. But if I don't he may get angry. But...' finally my stays were unlaced. I was able to breath again without my stay squeezing my body so tightly. I slipped my Stays off too. Then my stockings. What should I do. Should I... then I took a deep breath and pulled my smock over my head. I set it down on the chair and turned back around.

Ædward was staring at me. "I..." he broke the silence. "I'm sorry. Just. Your body... it's... so beautiful."

I blushed. Truth be told no one had said that about me before. Granted no one had seen my naked body before, but even still I was quite insecure about it. I was old enough to marry, but in hindsight still young. My breasts felt small to me. My hips fat. I thought myself short. I smiled some and walked my way to bed. I got under the covers.

I gave him a kiss on the lips. He kissed me back. I opened my mouth and before I knew it we were making out. I was getting wet and I was about to put my hand on his hips when I remembered I love the stable boy. I pulled back and began to breath heavily.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I..." I couldn't find the words. "I just..."

"Don't worry. We can go to bed." I rolled over upon hearing that without missing a beat and closed my eyes tight trying not to let him know about the tears rolling down my cheek.

The trip back to his house in the countryside was... okay. As far as camps go his was comfortable, but a camp is a camp. We stayed in the same tent each night in the same bed in the same way and nothing happened. To be fair though, he wasn't particularly interested in having sex with walls literally as thin as paper. On the ride out we talked more. He was a hunter and a knight. But more than that he read a great deal. He read the works of Cæsar and Ovid. He also prove quite the romantic. More than once he brought me flowers, and I was tempted each time to love him, but I promised myself I would love only a stable boy.

When we finally arrived at his house things were a little better. I could hide from my husband a little more. I explored the grounds and I explored the house. My quarters weren't ready, so I still had to stay the night with my husband, seeing those perfect abs and that exceptional cock every night. Some nights I was tempted to give in, but I never did.

Finally, a few weeks in I went for my regular morning ride. There was a familiar black horse there. It couldn't be him though. So I asked the stable boy. "Lord Hampton had Black Thunder brought in for you. He thought it would make you feel at home."

I quit caring about the stable boy and walked over to my horse. I wrapped my hands around him and began to cry. I stayed for a while and held my horse. Then without even riding black thunder, I turned and went back to the house.

I found my new husband in his private dining room.

"Good morning." He said to me as he stood and gave me a decent kiss. He was eating with his friends. "we're just having some treats. Want one?" He handed me a fruit tart from the table.

"Uh... Sure." I took it from him. When I bit into it time stopped. I looked at a him. Baffled. "You..."

"I had to offer him a lot of money. But I wanted you to feel at home." He told me.

My face lit up.

"I have another surprise for you." He grabbed my hand and lead me down the halls to a room not too far from his. "It took a little while, but it's finally done." He opened the door. "Your chambers are finally ready for you.

I stepped into the room. It had all the furniture from my chambers back home. I looked around in awe until I saw it. "My fireplace." I walked over to my mantle placing my hand on it.

"you said it mattered to you..."

I turned around and kissed him ferociously. He met me in kind. I began to kiss his neck. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I fell back and he got on top of me. I pressed him off an rolled over, my ass hanging off the bed. He began to undo my dress. "No." I said without patience. "Just fuck me."

He lifted my dress as he got on his knees. Next thing I knew his tongue was licking from the tip of my pussy to my asshole. I couldn't stop myself. I began to moan softly. He kept eating my pussy. My moans grew louder, my pussy wetter.

"I said fuck me." I yelled. He stood behind me and dropped his pants. Wait. Would he fit? I asked myself.

His cock moved up and down my slit. There... he pressed in. "Oh fuck." I moaned as he stretched me with just his tip. Next thing I knew he was half way in and I was full to bursting, by my god it felt so good. Then... all the way. He stopped. "Wow you feel so good." He began to pull out and I already felt empty. But just when it felt like he would be all the way out, he pressed in. I let out a loud moan as I came the first time, gushing all over his cock. He pulled out again and pressed in harder. Then a little faster and a little harder until he was pounding my pussy as hard as he could. I began to scream. He kept fucking me until I came three more times then he finally put his cum in my pussy.

He fell on the bed beside me, panting for breath. "Holy shit you feel good." He said as he looked at me. I just kissed him and lay next to him for the rest of the night...