For the next week, Ailene's life took on a certain routine. Fencing each morning, household duties every afternoon and serving three lusty males every chance they got. Thorburn and Frang were true to their oath; they always treated her with respect and consideration, they never made their sexual interludes obvious to anyone and never used her sex. As they were usually forced into brief trysts in order that their time with Ailene never become obvious, it was usually her mouth they used to satisfy themselves, but to be fair, it was as often they used their mouths or fingers to satisfy her. Occasionally, their location or the time of day or lack of servants allowed them enough privacy that she found herself surrendering her ass to their ever ready cocks.
She had never spent so much time in a condition of sexual stimulation and it was her husband who benefitted the most from her state of almost constant arousal. When they finally retired to their bedroom, she pounced like a tiger, wanting to get his cock in her sheath as fast as humanly possible. Many times she dinna wait for him to undress; just lifting her dress and his kilt and spearing herself on his stiff shaft.
Stuart never questioned her about her level of arousal and what precipitated her passion. He accepted her gifts with gratitude and the fact that there might be other bodily fluids dried on her made no difference to him at all. Thus far, there was no evidence that Stuart was at all concerned or angered by her use and the ardor engendered by his brothers. He exhibited the same love, attention, devotion and care that he had demonstrated since their marriage. It was with some surprise and not a little trepidation that she found him already undressed and ropes fastened to the four bedposts on the bed when she arrived at their bedroom one evening.
"Stuart, is anything the matter?" she asked.
"Nae, nothing at all," he replied.
She pointed to the four ropes gracing their bed and asked, "Well this is nae the usual condition of our bed. Is there some reason that there are ropes tied to the bedposts?"
"Well, you remember when you were strapped, how excited I was at seeing you tied down and at my mercy, and I mentioned that I should like to see you tied face up. I think tonight is the night that I get to see that most amazing sight. It's already got me a wee bit excited," and he pointed to his stiffened cock.
"I have to admit you're nae usually this ready," Ailene said. "And you say that just the thought of me tied and helpless has you in such a state?"
"Aye, primed and ready to go."
"Let us see if we canna take care of your little problem."
She removed her clothes and laid down on the bed. Stuart put a small bolster under her buttocks, raising her hips to him. He then attached the ropes to each of her legs, fanning them wide on the bed. When he climbed on the bed to tie her wrists, she attempted to take his cock in her mouth, but he dodged to the side.
"You're not getting off that easy, wife. I know how talented that mouth of yours is, and I have other plans for you than that."
He finished tying her hands down and stared at the erotic picture presented by his wife, spread-eagled on the bed. He'd left enough slack that she could move slightly, but she was essentially helpless. Her split legs, the petals of her sex unfolding, drops of moisture already visible, her breasts rising and falling at an increased rate indicated she too found her helplessness arousing.
"I'm thinking you find this almost as exciting as I do, love," he said.
"Aye, I do. I can barely wait to feel your hard cock in me. I am so close to cumming already. It should take very little to make me release."
"Let's test that theory, shall we?" Stuart asked.
He put two fingers into her cunt and a couple thrusts later, she was spending on his hand, gasping at the flood of pleasure sweeping over her.
"Now that we have the initial one out of the way, I'd say that we can take a little time to play this out," Stuart said.
He climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs. The scent of her arousal was strong and the musk tantalized him. He licked her folds from her anus to her clit, rewarded with another low moan and the thrusting of her hips up against his mouth. He penetrated her with two of his fingers as his tongue and teeth worked on her nubbin of flesh. He rubbed his fingers against the roof of her sheath and she quivered under him. He reached up his other hand and kneaded at the flesh of her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He heard her breathing increase, speeding up, while she sucked in larger and larger gulps of air. Her hips ground up against his face as much as the ties would allow.
"Ah, merciful God in Heaven!" Ailene moaned. "I swear you must take lessons, else I dinna know how you got so good at this."
"Well, I must admit I get more practice since we married," Stuart said. "I dinna have any lessons, but I pay attention to you and what causes you to moan and roll your hips, and try to do more of that and less of whatever dinna do those things." He proceeded to do more of what caused her to moan and roll her hips.
Ailene felt her pleasure peak once again and her cunt spasmed on his fingers, small mewls and sighs of pleasure escaping her lips as she rocked back and forth on his hands and lips. He withdrew his fingers and settled his cock at the entrance to her sex and pushed. He slid so easily into that wet, slick hole; the way paved by her two previous orgasms. Her previous spasms had not quite died down when he entered her, instead of dying down as they usually did, she felt a new quickening in her arousal.
"You feel so good in me. I am so full, stretched so tight. Fuck me, Stuart. Fuck me hard!"
"Aye, your wish is my command," he panted, carrying out her request with alacrity.
He rocked back and forth into her welcoming cunt, slipping easily in and out, grasped in the clutching comfort of her slick sheath. He kissed her mouth, nibbling on her lips, her mouth open and panting. With her legs spread and tied, he was able to slam into her repeatedly, hitting her clit with his pubic bone on each inward stroke. Once again her heat rose and she could feel herself climbing the mountain, waves of pleasure spreading from her sex to her breasts, and back again.
"My husband, you're going to make me cum again. It's like I can't get enough of you."
"I certainly can't get enough of you. Every night I want you more."
He punctuated his words with three more hard thrusts and felt himself explode into her, his release triggering her own. He felt her muscles contracting on his cock, draining the cum from his balls. He slowed his thrusting down after his release, but did keep a slow, steady movement in her as she eased off her orgasm.
"Stuart, you're staying hard. You usually have to rest a wee bit after cumming. What's gotten into you?"
"I told you how seeing you helpless and tied down got me excited. I'm ready to go again. What shall it be this time?" Stuart asked.
"You have never used my ass. I feel that you should have ownership of all of me and thus far, that is one part of me that you've neglected. I only wish you were to first one. It should have been you."
"Well, I was hoping to make us a child, so I did neglect taking care of all parts of you the way I should, but I don't mind not being the first. It was a gift I was pleased to give."
"Now it's time to do your duty and show me that you love all of me."
He reached behind him and released the ropes tying her legs down, then lifted them up over his arms leaving her arms tied. He gave her a dozen more strokes in her cunt, then pulled his cock out and moved it down to her rosebud. His prick was slick with their combined fluids, more than lubricated for her. Stuart edged in, stretching the tight muscles guarding her ass. She relaxed under the pressure and she felt herself expand to take the plum shaped head. It popped in and Stuart eased himself the rest of the way in until he felt his balls resting in the crease of her ass.
