Editor's Note: This story involves significant adultery ... don't read it if that's not your thing! Still no penetrative sex yet, but we're close! I promise (maybe) that it will be worth the wait. I could put this into 'fantasy' or 'reluctance/nonconsent' or the 'loving wives' category, but at the end of the day it spans multiple genres and so frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. All the negative comments about how I should 'go away,' - I love you! Much thanks as you've inspired me to write more often just to piss you off. All of the 'please more' comments as well as all of the other respectful feedback, you guys are the best and help me to try to adhere to a standard of providing quality and a story that comes to life. To the comment about professionalism, I don't use a proof-reader, although I may consider in the future ... and yes, I realized I switched her eye color, don't kill me. Happy reading to all and (I truly mean this!) respectful comments or feedback (both good or bad) are always welcome and appreciated. ~ SE
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Erik stood at the window of the Royal Bedchambers, gazing out into the night and watching the nondescript carriage heading down a dimly lit path under the cover of darkness. They had hurriedly prepared the contents Elena would need, although her escort got off to a much later start since the Queen had insisted on taking all of her scented oils, lotions, and additional beauty products. Walter, along with 3 of the most trusted guards had gone with her; the goal being to call the least amount of attention to the group as possible and keep it small.
"This is a mistake. I shouldn't be letting her go," he whispered, gripping the windowsill as he watched the horse-pulled caravan lumber down the road, taking his wife further from him. 'What king can't protect his queen in his own palace?' he thought, questioning every step to lead him to this dreary, sullen night. Erik was beyond frustrated with himself, but there was nothing the 28 year old King could do now, and he wondered just what her life would be like these next couple of weeks. Elena wasn't exactly the type of woman that would agree to just sit around cooped up in some strangers house, and that worried him. He could get her out of harms way, but he just wasn't sure if he could protect her from herself. Erik knew better than to try and tell her what to do, however, and he sighed as he watched the silhouette of his wife's carriage slip into the darkness and out of his life temporarily. The King vowed to figure out the 'Rat' problem as soon as humanly possible as he turned and walked toward his bed, realizing that he would be sleeping alone for the first time in nearly 5 years.
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Elena swallowed into a perfectly flawless, dry taut throat as the tendons of her neck flared their subtle beauty, watching as the outline of the Castle she had been raised in grew smaller and smaller as the click-clacking of the horses' hooves separated her from the King with every step. She felt a pang of regret for not treating Erik better in their last few hours together, although she still wished she had been invited to the initial meeting with his advisors. Deep down she knew that her husband's personality had, in part, been sculpted by an usual environment growing up. As sole and only heir to the Kingdom, he had been raised by a generation much older than him, often secluded from other boys, which caused him to be bereft of social skills and decisiveness that came with normal, everyday interaction. This lack of development was sometimes masked by his intelligence and physical skill sets, and so went unchecked in the early years of childhood. Such talents were products of endless studies and training, so he was able to still hold conversations on a myriad of subject matter as well as take part in the usual physical male activities typical of palace living.
Elena wondered if she could have helped her husband out a little bit more in the areas of negotiation, reading people, and other social skills, rather than always just suggesting what he should and shouldn't do, perhaps adding to the problem. These mixed feelings seemed to tug at her and she promised herself she'd work on creating more of a mutual union between them where he could strengthen his weaknesses when she returned. As she looked on, Synia Castle slowly evaporated into the night's air, the voluptuous Queen finally turning from the rear-view vantage point to focus on the adventure in front of her.
The journey took two and a half days with Elena mainly keeping to herself in the concealed carriage while the guards talked amongst themselves, stealing glances every now and then at the Queen's hefty bust that would jiggle and bounce with each rut they hit along the way. A couple of times when they stopped for breaks, she overheard them snickering to themselves about how much they'd kill for her to be one of their 'wives,' but she did her best to ignore them. 'They're uneducated hired muscle, and muscle is expendable,' she told herself. Even Walter was acting fairly distant with her.
Many of the places they passed by she hardly recognized, realizing just how little of her own Kingdom she had actually seen. Most of the events of Synia occurred in a few larger towns, and so there wasn't much need for the members of nobility to travel to the far away villages. The exotic and stunningly gorgeous 23 year old understood then just how lacking her knowledge was of where she was going - not sure of what to expect from the people or even the look of the village. She had been informed that they were headed to Edge Landing, a small village set against the backdrop of a large lake at the base of a mountain. The few questions she did ask about it were met with a "You'll see when we get there Your Highness." It felt like she was more of a prisoner than the actual Queen, and her mood had visibly soured by the time she heard Walter announce that they had arrived.
Elena peered out the slit of the caravan, taking in the sight of the village. They had passed by a few houses that were few and far between, separated by quite a bit of land. A part of her wondered what it would be like to have such privacy and not a hundred people around every single day tending to the most inconsequential minutia. Ahead of the them, further on down the road she could see half of the small village where a few stores, an inn, a church, and a couple other buildings dotted the main road through town. Beyond it was the large lake which surprised her with it's sheer size. A couple of smaller fishing boats and what looked like a sail boat completed the landscape.
As they passed by another house, Elena wasn't prepared for what met her eyes. "Ohh!" she heard herself gasp in shock as she had to do a double-take. Perhaps a 100 feet away on the porch of the nearest house was a man and woman in a clear state of passion. The woman was bent over the wooden railing as a man behind her was plowing her from behind, rutting like wild animals without a concern for privacy. Although they weren't very close, it was still obvious what was taken place as the woman's dress was bunched up around her waist and her body bucking against the man behind her.
Walter chuckled loudly, "Not exactly palace living, is it Your Highness? Welcome to the countryside, my Queen," he said, clearly enjoying her discomfort as she quickly drew the slit shut, her cheeks flushed. "Is that ... normal?" she asked, hearing the other guards snicker a bit.
"Sure is. I'm sure you'll get quite the education on village life in these parts," he said sardonically, "things aren't very civilized on the outskirts of the Kingdom. You'll get used to it though. Ahh, here we are, left here," he instructed the one guard who was steering the horses.
Elena tried to process this odd change in her assumptions of village life, and wondered what exactly Walter meant by 'education.' She assumed things would be more primitive here, but certainly not more crude. The prim and proper Queen couldn't dream of ever having sex where someone else could see her. As they pulled up the path to the house, she realized it was the one right next to the neighbors who were screwing, though she was pleased to see that some trees mainly blocked the view between houses.
"All ashore," Walter said, instructing the young Queen to finally get out, "I would have let you put a stop to that, but figured you didn't want to blow your cover," he said smirking at her. Elena realized right then that the first thing she would do when she got back to the castle was to tell Erik to think about firing his 'trusted' advisor. Walter clearly didn't seem to be worried about her at the moment and instead was taking delight in her situation, which he had authored from the beginning. The guards stayed back at the carriage as he and Elena walked up to the house.
She was dressed in a borrowed peasant's light green dress that swayed gently as she moved, the fabric falling all the way down to her ankles, revealing her generic beige sandals with each long legged stride. It was the type of dress that had a wide circular neckline that stretched to rest just over the top corner of each shoulder, showing off her smooth bare skin while still almost completely covering her plentiful breasts. In a fashion that was customary of the times, Elena had a thin beige sash that tied into a bow to her upper waist with the two ends of the sash hanging down from it. Naturally, the problem with the typical attire of such a villager was Elena's incredible curves, and her fantastic bust looked even bigger given how the sash affixed to her thin waist, tugging the dress inward to make it evident just how large her succulent bosom was underneath. So too did the sash reveal the wide, child-bearing hips of the Queen, though the long flowing material mostly hid just how round and plump her ass was below the surface. Before they knocked, Walter turned to her with a tone of warning in his voice, 

"Perhaps I should have told you more on the way out here, but this experience is going to be ... different than what you expected. Make no mistake though, Your Highness, the entire Kingdom is counting on you. So don't blow this, ok? Old Harry knows what he's doing and knows these parts better than anyone, so listen to what he says, even if you may not understand it. Got it? Wouldn't want this to all be for nothing. And ... try not to think like a Queen until you get back."
She looked at him incredulously and hated the feeling that he was talking to her like some prissy child. "Watch your tone Walter," she hissed, "I hope this will be the last time I have to remind you who you're talking to," she said, enjoying the subtle threat that may have indicated that he wouldn't always be her husband's lead council. "You can't influence me as easily as Erik. I'm sure I can handle dealing with a few common folk. What's more, if you even think that ..." she stopped, as just then the door opened and they both turned to see Harry Jones.
Elena groaned inwardly as she saw her 'husband' for the first time, thinking that no one would believe a woman like her would marry such an old, pudgy geezer. 'He has to be pushing 70,' she thought to herself. Balding on top with grey hair on the sides, his gut seemed to be the a permanent storage system for many pints of ale, though the rest of his frame wasn't quite so large. Fat lips, and lively yet beady little eyes were the defining features of his face. Well, that and the wart on the side of his nose. His smile was his only redeeming quality, though even it had a hint of seedy mischief to it, and Elena assumed it helped during his bartering sessions for his wares.
