The Inn Keepers Wife

THE INNKEEPER'S WIFE

By Christina Martin

Annie Hill sighed as she wiped her hands on her apron, standing up from where she had been stoking the fire. Her husband John had gone to the next town to buy cloth, flour and sugar and wasn't expected home for a few days. Being an inn keeper's wife was hard work and doubly so when he went on his fortnightly sojourn to buy supplies. They had been married for two years and at twenty, Annie was becoming anxious she was yet to fall pregnant. Twenty six and a widower, her husband was keen for a child to carry on the family name.

Carrying fresh linen to the upstairs guest bedchamber, she timidly knocked on the door. The only person staying at the inn, Dougal MacTavish was a minor member of the scottish gentry and had been staying at the inn whilst on business. Inside, it was dark with the window shutter still closed. Opening the door wider, she could just make out the rumpled bedclothes on the bed on the far side of the wall.

Just as she ascertained there was a sleeping form on the bed, the figure rolled over. Even in this dim light, she could see that the young laird's nightshirt had ridden up above his waist. Even more disconcerting, she could see his manhood was jutting out proudly from the tangled bedsheet. Frozen to the spot momentarily at the sight, she quickly came to her senses, hurriedly backing out the door. In her haste and still holding the bundle of linen, she backed into the door frame, making a loud thump and dropping the sheets in the process. In a flash, the young scotsman was on his feet, advancing towards her.

"Wha inna God's name... oh it's yoo Lassie". This last part was said almost cheerily. Dougal was a strapping highlander in every sense of the word. Over six feet and broad shouldered, his reddish blonde beard nearly touched his chest. His wavy blonde hair was brushed back from his forehead and temples into a lion like mane as he towered over her own petite frame.

Still unsure of what to do, Annie dropped a quick curtsy. "Beggin your pardon milord, I thought you had gone out for the day". Bending over to pick up the bedsheets, she was surprised at how quickly he moved, making his way quickly to the door. "Och, let me help ye lassie", he said, stooping to pick up the bundle before proffering it to her. Accepting them shyly, she felt a sudden warm glow in her womanly parts as he smiled at her, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth. She was still acutely aware of the lump jutting out from the laird's nightshirt which seemed even more impressive at such close quarters.

"Will his lordship be taking lunch downstairs today?" she inquired, looking anywhere but at the front of his nightshirt. "Aye lassie, and canna ye set me a table that's private like? I have someone coming to join me today... a business acquaintance". Wondering who was coming to visit, she again bobbed a curtsy and took her leave.

Shortly before lunch, Dougal entered the inn, stooping his head slightly to clear the doorway. Following in his wake, Annie was surprised to see Richard Ashcroft, the heir apparent to the Ashcroft estate. She hasn't seen him the past few years and reckoned the lad must be around nineteen by now. Noting that he had grown and filled out admirably, she was surprised when he did a double take as he glanced her way. "By jove... is that you Annie?" The young man smiled devastatingly as he approached. Taking her careworn hand, he bowed slightly as he kissed it and looked up at her with warm brown eyes. They had both gone to Sunday church as children and had often played together as the adults mingled and chatted following the service.

"I ken ye noo each other then? Dinna I tell ye she was a bonnie lassie?" Dougal chose that time to interject. The tall Scotsman was beaming, his grin splitting his wild, bushy beard. Richard was still holding her hand, gazing almost longingly into her eyes. Bobbing a curtsy, she quickly withdrew her hand and led them to a nearby table. Returning with two tankards of foaming ale, she carefully set the mugs on the table before returning with two bowls of rabbit stew and a crusty loaf of bread she'd made earlier.

A few other patrons came and went for the lunch hour until there was only the Scotsman and the young lord left. Approaching the table once more, she inquired if the two gentlemen were in need of further refreshment. "Will ye noo come sit and have an ale with us lassie?" Dougal inquired, raising his tankard and quirking an eyebrow at her.

"Mrs. Hill, let me buy you a glass of your finest ale. Mr. MacTavish and I have had a very mutually beneficial business deal" Richard finished this request by putting his hand in the pocket of his britches and bringing out a handful of sovereign coins.

"Aye, cheers to you my fine friend!" Dougal raised his tankard and the two of them clinked their mugs before draining them. Annie couldn't help but admire the two handsome young men, particularly Ashcroft. Devilishy handsome, people said he was the living spit of his father at the same age. "Well, maybe just one ale" she demurred before rising and filling three tankards from the barrel behind the bar. Returning and seating herself next to the strapping scotsman, Dougal began excitedly regaling her with their business deal which involved him selling some of his finest head of breeding bulls to replenish and revive the Ashcroft stock.

"Aye, fine breeders they be. They've sired plenty of coos in the healands and noo they'll be breeding with the bonnie English lassies". Annie couldn't help but blush at the double entrede as he grinned at her cheekily. It was well known that her John was hopeful that they would soon produce a child and she supposed that word had gotten around. Leaning over conspiratorially, he said in a mock whisper "the lad and I might be able to help ye oot. We both be full of seed and willing to give ye a bonnie bairn if ye so desire". Annie quickly leapt to her feet but not before seeing Richard's reaction. Blushing furiously, the young Englishman stammered "Mmy lady, please forgive my friend's impropriety - he's a highland heathen and not used to your fine ale". At this, Dougal drew himself up to his full height.

"Och laddie, I was drinkin drams of whisky whilst ye was still nuzzling ye wet nurse's titties!". Lifting the mug to his mouth, he drained it in a few long swallows, slamming the tankard down with a flourish. Blushing, Annie murmured an excuse on the pretext of attending to her innkeeping duties.The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, the two men drinking steadily whilst Annie busied herself cleaning the tables and replenishing the men's tankards. She was attending to Richard's horse in the stable when Dougal came searching for her. "Pardon me m'lady" a voice boomed behind her. In her surprise, she jumped backwards. Stepping on a wet flagstone she'd sluiced earlier, she slipped and would've fallen heavily if it weren't for two big, brawny arms encircling her waist and engulfing her petite frame. "Up a day lassie!" Dougal's beard brushed against her ear and she felt his warm, ale breath against the side of her neck. "Oh my!" was all she could exclaim as she was bodily lifted to her feet. For a brief moment she felt the lairds hands brush over her breasts, causing an electric like shock through her body. She wasn't sure if the contact was accidental as she turned to find him gazing down at her, an inscrutable expression on his face. "Beggin your pardon Milady, but my young friend Mr. Ashcroft has 'ad too many ales to be ridin home. I've helped him upstairs and settled him into the room next to mine... would you please prepare a fire in there for 'im?. After agreeing on a price, Dougal excused himself for his evening ablutions whilst she made her way upstairs to the other guest room. She could see that Dougal had taken off the younger man's boots and jacket and he now lay stretched out on the room's bed. She filled the washbasin with water she had drawn from the well before attending to lighting a fire. Striking the tinderbox from the pocket on her pinafore, she lit the torchwood, blowing gently to encourage the flames to grow. Straightening, she heard a floorboard creak behind her and whirled around to find Richard standing there. He had removed his shirt, his finely muscled chest and washboard abdomen on full display. "Mr. Ashcroft, you surprised me!" she exclaimed. Richard responded by stepping even closer to her. "Annie... you're still as beautiful as I remembered you" he murmured, gazing at her adoringly. Clasping one hand on either side of her face, he surprised her even further by pressing his lips to hers. Kissing her gently, he playfully sucked on her lower lip before probing her mouth with an inquisitive tongue. Annie couldn't help but respond in kind, returning his passionate embrace with a growing ardour of her own.

She gasped in shock when she felt a second pair of hands from behind her gently cup her breasts and felt the weight of Dougal's chest pressing against her shoulders as he bent over to kiss her neck. If Richard was surprised at the big man's intrusion, he certainly didn't show it as he continued kissing her passionately. Wedged now between the two men, Annie could feel the heat coming off both their bodies. Dougal's erection was pressing into the small of her back whilst Richard's manhood grew and throbbed against her belly. Reaching up behind her, she ran her fingers through the Scotsman's, thick mane of hair. Breaking her kiss from Richard, she turned her head. Dougal's mouth moved from the side of her neck and his mouth found hers. Thrilling to the sensation of his mouth on hers, she could feel the wetness of her pussy as her clit began to throb. Richard was now grinding his hard cock against her mound through her dress as he began gently licking and sucking the side of her neck.

Meanwhile, she felt Dougal tugging at the ribbons of her bonnet before removing it from her head. Unfettered, her dark, glossy hair came tumbling down her back. Next thing she felt him untying the strings of her pinafore before easing it off her shoulders where it slipped down to her feet. The highlander then began unbuttoning the back of her dress and before too long her back and shoulders were exposed. Turning around, she faced the burly Scotsman. The laird's kilt was unable to hide the growing bulge as she helped him to remove his shirt. Barechested, she couldn't help but admire his huge, muscled chest which was covered with thick, reddish gold hair. Dougal bent and kissed her deeply as she ran her fingers through his chest hair, marvelling at his huge, muscled pecs. Still kissing her, he guided her hands down to his kilt. Reaching under, she grasped his thick cock which throbbed in her hand as if it had a mind of its own.

She could feel Richard pushing down the shoulders of her dress after undoing the back of her bodice during her kiss with the highlander and it now gave way, slipping to the ground at her feet and leaving her totally naked. Dougal immediately broke off from kissing her, bending still lower to suck on of her nipples into his mouth. After dropping his own breeches Richard pressed up against her and she could feel his manhood throbbing against her arse as he caressed her buttocks, his cock seeping and trailing a line of wetness at the cleft. He momentarily changed position and the next thing she knew, she felt his cock stroking the wetness of her outer folds as he stroked her with his pulsating member.

"Mmm.... she's nice and wet" he remarked to no one in particular. It was true - Annie could feel the wetness pooling at the junction of her thighs as she spread them wider to give him better access. "Dinna be keepin tha to yerself laddie!" Dougal's accent was thicker and his voice hoarse with desire as he broke away from suckling and fondling Annie's perky breasts and pale, rosebud pink nipples. "I'll be wantin a taste of tha fine honey for meself!". At this, he reached down, grabbing her behind her thighs as Richard stepped back. Annie felt herself being lifted into the air. She squealed in surprise as she was upended, her thighs coming to rest on the Scotsmans broad shoulders. She was wondering what he was about to do just as he dove his head between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her pussy. She squealed playfully as his beard tickled her clit which had emerged from its hood and was starting to tingle. Her giggling and squealing earned her a playful slap on her buttocks as he moved towards the bed. I'll give ye sometin to squeal about lassie!" he teased as he upended her onto the bed. Richard had stepped away but he now moved in closer as Dougal settled her on the bed, drawing her thighs apart in the process. She observed he was wanking his cock furiously and seemed to be enjoying watching the big Scotsman pleasure her.

Dougal wasted no time getting down to business, settling down between her thighs. His questing tongue found her clit and he began flicking it, sending shivers up her spine and making her gasp in pleasure. Her hands ran through his luxuriant mane as he gently sucked and nibbled on her clit before inserting first one, then two fingers into her dripping cunt. Withdrawing them, he stopped to examine the sticky wetness before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. "mmm.... elixir of the gods" he murmured before again pressing his mouth to her pussy. Annie closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation when she felt something warm and moist touching her cheek. Turning her head, she saw that Richard had moved in close, his cock brushing her face as he knelt on the bed.

Opening her mouth, she timidly touched the wet slit of his cock juices. He responded with a groan. Emboldened by his response, she grabbed the shaft of his cock and began to wank him slowly whilst rubbing his pre cum all over her lips. Opening her mouth further, she drew him in slowly, engulfing his throbbing manhood. She started sucking him harder, all the while increasing her rhythm on his shaft. Flicking her tongue on his knob inside her mouth, she began probing his slit with her tongue as he gently began rocking his hips forward and matching her stokes. She was pleased when he gave a her a a tender smile, tilting his head back with his eyes half closed in rapturous pleasure.

Annie felt as if she was out of her own body looking down on herself, with two muscled, passionate men in her thrall. She was aware of the tiniest sensations - the feel of the fresh crisp linen against her skin, and the warmth emanating from between her thighs. The Scotsman was proving to be very skilled as he alternatively licked and sucked at her clitoris, his fingers maddening in their frenzied rhythm as he finger fucked her cunt. Her nipples started to tingle as she began to feel the start of her climax. Moaning, she began to clench her thighs around the big man's head as if to push him away. Sucking on Richard's cock like her life depended on it, she began to moan louder threw her nose.

Suddenly, her legs stiffened as she lifted her pelvis. Her orgasm forced her to break away from Richard's cock as she tried to push the Scotsman away from her. Her squeals rent the air as she began to buck and thrash in ernest. "Please, no more!" she managed to gasp. Dougal ignored her, his hands gripped around her upper thighs as he rode each thrust of her pelvis. Annie felt like a woman possessed as she arched her back, her legs wide and thrumming the mattress as she gripped the bedrails above her head. Shutting her eyes tight, she felt as if she was floating and falling at the same time. Pinpricks of light danced behind her eyelids as she succumbed to the sensations. Dimly, she was aware of somebody shrieking and realised it was her own voice as she cried in ecstasy. Her pussy rhythmically contracted around Dougal's fingers as her body jerked and spasmed.

Dimly, she was aware of being lifted onto her hands and knees and feeling her most private parts touched by something warm and moist. Opening her eyes, she found herself crossways on the bed. Facing her was the highlander. Dougal had taken off his kilt and now stoood totally naked in front of her. His thighs were hard and muscular, but what really drew her attention was his cock. She had seen a glimpse of it earlier in the day and had felt it under his kilt, surmising it was quite an impressive member. It jutted out proudly from a thatch of ginger hair, veins standing out along its shaft. The head of his cock flared out like a bell end and was a purplish pink in colour. It must've been as thick as her wrist inflaming her desire just by looking at it.

"Ye like what ye see lassie?" the Scotsman grinned. Annie didn't reply as at that moment, Richard slid the full length of his cock into her well juiced pussy. She moaned as he started to rhythmically pump her, his thighs making a slapping noise against her arse. Dougal moved in closer, a look of desire and hunger on his face. Annie couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing his shaft, her hand barely encircling his girth as she wanked his beautiful cock. Taking her head on either side of his beefy hands, he guided his cock to her lips. Annie had to open her mouth wide to accommodate him, her tongue feeling the silky smooth skin as she salivated and sucked on his engorged knob. The two men worked in tandem, rocking her gently back and forth and she wondered idly if they had done this before.. The thought excited her, increasing her wanton desire for these two men.

Dougal gripped her hair, increasing his intensity as Richard also started to quicken his pace. "Oh god, oh god!" Richard began to moan as he neared his climax. Gripping her hips tighter, Annie felt like a rag doll as Dougal stepped back from the other man's pummelling of her pussy. She was dripping wet now, her pussy making squelching sounds as his pistoned her. Richard gave a final moan before collapsing on top of her, his body slick with sweat. Rolling off to one side, he opened his eyes and looked at the other man. "Your turn now to sow your seed my chap" he smiled contentedly. "Och aye, lets see hoos seed is the strongest" Dougal chuckled. Annie couldn't help but giggle at the man's jest as he positioned her on her back, her head resting on Richard's chest. Using the younger man's cum which was now seeping out of her cunt as lube, he positioned his cock at her entrance. Annie gasped as he slowly started to inch himself forward. Her cunt was being stretched to it's limit as he slowly filled her. She felt Richard's arms encircle her, his fingers tweaking her nipples into stiff peaks. "Relax madam" he breathed into her ear. Annie immediately relaxed, feeling warm and comforted in his arms. Slowly, inch by inch the big man pushed forward until she felt his balls settle against her arse. Propped up on Richard's chest, she could make out her cunny lips wrapped around his big, fleshy shaft. The three of them watched as he slowly withdrew, his cock slick with her and Richard's juices. She could feel Richard's cum slithering down the cleft of her buttocks Dougal began to fuck her in earnest, his balls slapping against her wet arse. Harder and harder he drove himself into her and she found herself bucking her pelvis to meet his strokes. His cock completely filled her, stretching her cunt walls with his knob touching the top of her womb. She felt completely possessed by the big man, existing only to satisfy his insatiable lust.

"Ima gonna blow!" he gasped. The thought of him dousing her in his seed was enough to send Annie over the edge. For the second time she orgasmed and Dougal's lusty bellow followed her own cry of ecstasy as he emptied himself inside her, laving her with his hot fluids. Giving one final gasp as his cock pulsed the last of his seed, he slowly withdrew from her cunt, his fluids preceding him.

A short while later, Dougal excused himself and retiring to his room, leaving the younger couple embraced in each other's arms. They talked into the night, the sweat cooling their bodies as they alternatively cuddled, chatted and made love two more times. Richard confessed that he had been in love with her since their childhood days and was devastated when he heard she had married the widower whilst he was making his way in London after his schooling at Eton. The two of them both knew that their stations in life prevented them from being together as they made love passionately, falling asleep in each other's arms shortly before cock's crow.