Justine sighed; it was just past eight in the morning and already over one hundred degrees on the temperature gauge. If this was Mississippi in April, how in the world could, she survive July?
She wandered onto the cool balcony off the master bedroom hoping to find a breeze. Justine knew as Mistress of this fine house, that she should be dressed and taking control of household business. She knew it, just couldn't put the thought into action
Justine was the new wife of Thomas Butler, owner of Far Flung Plantation. She needed to take control but the thought of anything but her seersucker wrapper and ice cold drinks were beyond her for now.
Thomas had been up, dressed, and gone since before five a.m. after a night of making love to her. She didn't know how he did it. Shivering, at the memory of his touch on her body and the delights, he was introducing to her nightly. She reclined upon the new swing he'd bought and placed on the balcony for her pleasure.
She allowed her wrapper to fall open and as she thought of her hard working new husband, her foot moved the swing back and forth, creating a breeze that teased at her body.
The marriage had been a surprise to everyone in the county. He'd left to visit friends a grieving widower and returned with a young attractive wife. Thomas's wife had died in childbirth taking with her a much-needed heir. Thomas needed an heir before his thirtieth birthday and he'd turned twenty-nine on their wedding day. Failure to produce one meant the loss of his plantation to heirs waiting impatiently in London.
Justine's hands ran gently up her cooling legs and over her mound. They were married within two weeks of their first meeting and he had wasted no time bedding her. Every night since, he'd been with her and in her. Coming to the marriage bed a virgin Justine had been unprepared for the sensuality of their union. As was usual the bride's mother had taught her to do her duty. She had not taught her to expect to enjoy it. Justine slowly moved her hands over her body duplicating his moves from last night enjoying the sensations her fingers brought.
Thomas had told his new young bride he was greatly pleased with her. It seems his first wife hadn't been happy with the sexual side of marriage. She was always eager for him to be done and gone Justine couldn't understand that, she was rapidly becoming besotted with her husband. She wasn't sure she could last a day without his presence in her bed.
Her hands, which had been gently teasing at her mound, found her heaving breasts, caressed, and tweaked her still sore nipples. She closed her eyes and pictured his mouth sucking and pulling them taut then letting them go with a snap. She reached for her ice and shivering at how depraved her idea was how it would look if anyone saw her, she ran the ice over her sore and distended nipples. God it felt good and it hurt, but the hurt made small tingles run clear to her feminine center. She began to feel the stirrings of what Thomas called her coming. She trailed the ice and her hands down her belly. She moaned aloud, looked around, afraid that someone might hear then laughed. It was her house, who cared if they heard.
She daringly pushed the small sliver of ice left into her tunnel of pleasure to cool her off.
It ignited her fires instead and she frantically duplicated everything Thomas had done the night before, moaning and calling out as her climax approached. "Love me Thomas Love me."
Justine was deep into her erotic dream and her feelings of pleasure when another hand joined hers. She felt her mouth covered by another. The mouth insisting she open to his demands and enjoy the offering. She started to struggle frantically. Softly in her ear, she heard "Shush little one, I just wish to play too." She reached and pulled him closer. It appeared the Lord of the manor house was home. He was slick with sweat and smelled of his horse. Justine didn't care; she needed him now and told him so.
He laughed as she tugged at his belt and pants. "Hurry Thomas oh hurry please." Justine whimpered as she tried to hurry him along.
"Hurry my bride? Do you want me that much? You appeared to be doing quite well by yourself," said her husband. "What would your sainted mother say if she could see her daughter right now?"
Justine opened her eyes, "Fuck my sainted mother, she didn't understand about sex at all. Now fuck me please Thomas."
This time Thomas's laughter could be heard throughout the house, causing everyone to smile it was good to hear him laugh again.
"Say it again Justine? I love to hear you beg me to fuck you." She pulled him down to her "Fuck me please husband." He was happy to oblige his very sexy bride.
He kissed her as he plunged deep inside her waiting wet delightful pleasure tunnel.
"Hush now my wicked bride and enjoy." He had not loved this woman when they were wed. He certainly hadn't expected to find in his new marriage bed an Irish vixen to grab his heart and wrap it and him around her tiny finger. As they began to climax, he whispered into her delicate little pink ears. "We were made for each other woman"
Thomas lay sated and mused about his day. He'd returned to his rooms to change clothes and grab a quick lunch. When he heard his new wife moaning on the balcony, he went to investigate never dreaming he'd find her pleasuring herself. He became immediately hard wanting her. She was a beautiful sight. Auburn hair spilled everywhere, wrapper open showing her naked breasts and female mound. A woman who needed a man to take her and take her well.
Unlike his first wife, Justine had a bosom to be proud of large firm breasts with huge aureoles. When aroused her nipples lengthened and grew hard, pointed perkily upward. Thomas smiled to himself he was a breast man no doubt about that, and he could hardly wait for when she gave birth and they filled with milk. Just thinking about it made him hard again and still buried inside her, he scooped her up and carried her to the bath. Laying her directly on the cool marble floor, he reached for and turned on the water. Thank God for the cistern on the roof. With the spray of cool water and cold tile under them he raised her to her hands and knees and pushed deep inside her again. She quivered and shook as he plunged deep inside her repeatedly until she came screaming his name. He joined her pouring what felt like gallons of sperm into her waiting body.