In the heart of Scotland, where the sun barely grazed the horizon and the misty mornings seemed eternal, I found myself in the warmth of my marital bed, my husband, Angus, having left for work at the break of dawn. The chill of the morning air seeped through the cracks of our stone cottage, and I pulled the blankets closer around me, my thoughts drifting to the day ahead.
As the sun began to rise, casting a soft golden glow through the window, a knock at the door jolted me from my reverie. I wrapped a shawl around my ample curves, my breasts straining against the fabric of my blouse, and I made my way to the door. Standing on the threshold was Sir Alexander, Angus’s friend, a man of rugged good looks and a roguish smile.
“Good morning, my lady,” he greeted, his eyes flickering over my disheveled appearance with a hint of amusement. “Angus mentioned he’d be out early today. I thought you might appreciate some company.”
I hesitated for a moment, my heart fluttering at the thought of spending the day with Sir Alexander. I knew Angus wouldn’t mind; he and Sir Alexander had been friends since childhood, and I had grown fond of the man over the years. I stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.
The day unfolded in a whirlwind of laughter and shared stories. We played music, our voices filling the cottage with a harmony that echoed off the stone walls. I cooked for him, my hands moving deftly over the stove as I prepared a hearty Scottish meal. We watched movies, our bodies close together on the couch, the tension between us growing with each passing moment.
As the afternoon sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the room, I found myself drawn to Sir Alexander. His eyes met mine, a spark of desire igniting between us. Without a word, I led him to the marital bed while my heart pounded hard in my chest.
I straddled him, my dress hiking up around my hips as I pressed my body against his. His hands roamed over my booty, his fingers tracing the outline of my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire.
I leaned him down, capturing his lips. His hands tangled in my booty, pulling me closer as our tongues jammed together. I could feel his dick pressing up against my body, a throbbing reminder of the desire that coursed through both of us.
With a growl, he flipped me onto my back, his hands roaming over my body. He pulled my dress over my head, leaving me naked before him. His eyes roamed over my body, a look of pure lust filling his gaze. “Fuck, your tits are huge,” he breathed, his hands moving to my breasts.
He leaned down, his lips capturing my nipple in a hot, wet kiss. I moaned, my back arching as his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. His hand moved lower, his fingers finding my wet pussy. He groaned, digging two of his fingers in me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he said, his fingers pumping in and out of me.
I moaned, my hands tangling in his body as he continued to lick my nipple with his tongue. His two fingers moved faster, and his thumb found my clit and rubbed it in slow, circular motions. I could feel it all inside me, a coil of desire that threatened to snap at any moment.
With a moan, I came, my body shuddering beneath him. He grinned, his fingers still moving inside me. “God, you’re beautiful when you come,” he said, his eyes filled with lust.
I reached for his trousers, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. He chuckled, helping me to undress him. His cock sprang free, a thick, hard rod that made my mouth water. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers barely meeting as I stroked him.
He groaned, his head falling back as I continued to stroke him. I leaned forward, my tongue flicking over the head of his cock. He moaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth.
I sucked him, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He groaned, his hips moving up to meet my mouth. I could feel him getting closer, his cock throbbing in my mouth.
With a groan, he pulled me up, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned me over his cock. I moaned, my pussy clenching around him as he slid inside me. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to thrust.
I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders as he fucked me. His cock filled me, hitting every sensitive spot inside me. I could feel another orgasm inside me, a coil of desire that threatened to snap at any moment.
With a cry, I came again, my body shuddering around him. He pulled her magical cock out of me as he came. My body is still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
We lay there for a moment, our hearts slowly beating in unison. I could hear the sound of footsteps outside, a reminder of the world beyond our little bubble of desire. I looked up at Sir Alexander, a smile playing on his lips. “We should get dressed,” I whispered.
He chuckled, his hands roaming over my body. “Do we have to?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
I laughed, rolling off of him. “Yes, we do,” I said, reaching for my dress.
We dressed quickly, and as we finished, the door to the cottage swung open, revealing Angus, my husband. He looked at us, his eyes flickering between Sir Alexander and me. For a moment, there was silence, the tension in the room palpable.
And then, with a chuckle, Angus crossed the room, pulling me into a tight embrace. “I should have known you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
I looked at him, surprise filling my gaze. “You’re not angry?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, my love. I’m not angry. I trust you. And I trust Sir Alexander. Besides,” he added, his eyes flickering to his friend, “I’ve always known you two had a thing for each other.”
I looked at Sir Alexander, a smile playing on my lips. “I guess we did,” I said, my eyes meeting his.
Angus chuckled, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Well, I’m glad you two finally acted on it. I’ve been waiting for this day for years.”
I looked at him, surprise filling my gaze. “You have?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yes, my love. I have. I’ve always known you two had a thing for each other. And I’ve always wanted to watch.”
I looked at him, my eyes widening in surprise. “You have?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yes, my love. I have. I’ve always wanted to watch. And I think it’s time we made that fantasy a reality.”
I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his eyes filled with desire. “Yes, my love. I’m sure. I want to watch you with Sir Alexander. I want to see you two together.”
I looked at Sir Alexander, my heart pounding in my chest. He nodded, his eyes filled with desire. “I want that too,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
I looked at them both; my heart beat in my chest. And then, with a smile, I nodded. “Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s make that fantasy a reality.”
And with that, we made our way back to the marital bed. As Angus watched, his eyes filled with lust. Sir Alexander and I made love, our bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
And as I drifted off to sleep, the sound of Angus and Sir Alexander’s laughter filling the room, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. A story filled with passion and desire, a story that would forever be a part of me.
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