ExplicitNovels

Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"This must be Thursday," the line from Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams kept echoing round in my head. "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."

The reason for my bemusement was my wife standing in front of me waving a small pink piece of fabric in my face shouting, "And what do you think of these?"

Perhaps this will make more sense with a bit of context. My name is Geoffrey, but you can call me Geoff; I don't think I need to share my surname. I'm an ordinary retired bloke in my mid-sixties looking for peaceful life, as if; I'm 5 foot 10, and average build although my waist has thickened a bit since my days in the rugby club seniors' team. I still keep fit with regular trips to the local pool and walking a few miles every day.

My wife is called Marie after her French grandmother. Marie is a couple of months younger than me, also retired and has, as I tease her with, a curvy continental figure. Buxom, would be a good word to describe her. I love her to bits, even though she can go from naught to angry in 2 seconds. Oh, those passionate French. I have to be honest, however, the passions have waned somewhat recently. It isn't that we don't have sex any more, it's just that the periods between intimacy are getting exponentially longer. By my calculation, and yes that's how fulfilling my sex life is, the next attempt is due in six years.

We have two adult kids, Pete and Linda, each with decent jobs, their own homes and steady partners. Linda also has a 13 year old son, Colin, from a previous relationship with an idiot. I like Mike, her current boyfriend, he has an actual vocabulary; I think he's a keeper.

On this particular Thursday I had dropped my wife off at Linda's house to wait for a delivery of flat pack furniture from a well-known Swedish store, whilst I made a quick trip to a local builders' merchant for some bits and pieces for jobs the kids needed doing at their houses; it being well known that retired fathers have nothing better to do with their time.

It only took half an hour or so and I knew that Marie would find something to occupy her; either mowing the lawn, weeding the borders or vacuum cleaning the stair carpet. The woman can't sit still. This Thursday, though, it appeared that Linda had pre-empted her mother, the lawn was manicured, the garden pristine and the whole house shone. My wife, however, does not give up easily and had decided to look in the laundry basket to see if there was anything she could get washed, dried and ironed while we waited for the delivery and I assembled the unit in Colin's room.

I let myself into Linda's house and shouted, "It's only me! Where are you?"

"I'm in here," my wife called back. Now, like most men, I often miss subtle cues but this time I resisted pointing out that if I knew where 'here' was I wouldn't have asked where she was. Why? Because she did not sound pleased at all and I was the only one there to take the fallout.

And that's how I found myself standing in Linda's kitchen while my wife waved a scrap of pink fabric in front of me, shouting, "And what do you think of these?"

"This must be Thursday," I echoed Arthur Dent's thoughts. "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."

I realized that my wife was angry but I hadn't been there to actually piss her off. I apparently do have the ability to piss her off in my absence, but I couldn't think of anything I might have done that involved pink fabric. I decided that she may provide further clues if I actually said nothing so I gazed at her blankly and shook my head.

"Don't you know what these are?" She yelled at me. Ah, a clue; but no. I still have no fucking idea. I shook my head again; it worked the first time.

"They are crotchless panties!" She hissed, "What do you think of that?" I considered the possibilities. They weren't mine, I didn't think they were Marie's, I thought they were a little large for Colin, but if they were his, then I would encourage him to be who he needed to be, so that left Linda as the most likely owner. I wasn't sure why Marie suddenly wanted to discuss my daughter's, or Colin's, underwear so I stuck to a strategy that had served me well so far, and said nothing. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and apparently now I was required to actually comment.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, genuinely puzzled as to why I would have an opinion on a grown woman's underwear. I mean, I knew my daughter wasn't a virgin; there was Colin as evidence for a start. I also doubted that Mike spent the weekends at Linda's house sleeping on the sofa, so what was the problem?

"What sort of woman would wear something like this?" My wife demanded, "What would you say if I wore panties like this?"

I don't really know what came over me: I usually have more sense than to say what I actually think. Most men only survive to my age by giving the answers their women want to hear, never what's actually going through our minds.

"What sort of woman would wear something like this?" I repeated, stepping forwards, my voice rising. "Perhaps a woman who wants to excite her man, perhaps a woman who wants to show him how naughty she can be, perhaps a woman who wears them because SHE likes them, perhaps a woman who wants to feel like she's still woman and not just a mother!" Marie stayed silent as I took another step forwards towards backing away just a little from me. All reason has left me and I knew she'd make me suffer for this but I wasn't about to let my wife belittle my little girl, now a grown woman, for enjoying her boyfriend in ways my wife was denying me.

"What would I say if you wore panties like that?

"I'd say 'Sweetheart, put a short skirt on and that nice cashmere sweater and let’s take a walk to the park. Let's walk to the little shelter at the end of the path near the river; the one where you can see anyone walking towards you.'

"I'd say 'When we get there I'm going to stand behind you and lift the back of your skirt up and feel your bum, and if you're very good I'll reach right forwards through the slit in your panties and find your soft warm slit inside them and rub you from front to back and back again.'

"I'd say, 'I'm going to put my fingers inside you and, when you get thoroughly wet, I'm going to unzip my trousers and put my cock in your hands to get it really hard and then I'll put it through the slit in the panties and into you.'

"I'd say, 'I'll press against you as you press yourself back into me and I'm going to fuck you rigid until we both come. And while we're thrusting at each other I'll put my hands under your sweater onto your bra-less tits and tantalize your nipples until you could cut glass with them. I'll squeeze your tits and kiss your neck and thrust and thrust until we both come.'

"And then," here I paused, "I'd like to think that I could take you home and do it all over again in the comfort of our bed."

By now I was standing directly in front of my wife, not menacing her but waiting for a response. She dropped the panties on the floor and reached up to me and gave me the first passionate kiss we'd had for ages. I lifted my hand and caressed her tit; she moaned into my mouth and; then the bloody doorbell rang.

I went to the door trying to think my stiffy down. Fortunately flat-pack furniture has little erotic appeal for me, so the delivery man was not offended. After helping me carry it into the entrance hall he left, mercifully unaware of my recent sexual arousal. I went back to the kitchen to see my wife and, although the moment was lost, she seemed calmer. I asked her to help me upstairs with the package and she told me she'd follow shortly, which she did. She helped me to unpack the unit and set out all of the parts and fittings before she went back down stairs leaving me to do the manly stuff. Marie brought me a cup of tea a while later and we chatted, although she seemed quieter than usual, then she went back downstairs again.

These units always seem to take me longer than I think they ought to put together, but eventually I finished and called my wife upstairs to admire my prowess as an assembler of Swedish bedroom furniture. She complimented me profusely, as I deserved, and we both returned to the kitchen. There, while I was busy doing technical, guy stuff upstairs, she had washed, tumble-dried and ironed Linda's laundry and laid it on the kitchen counter. On top of the pile was a pair of neatly ironed pink crotchless panties with a post-it note slipped inside. The note red, "Oh, these look like fun. Love Mum," with a smiley face drawn at the bottom.

When we got home, my wife prepared our evening meal, as it had been my turn the day before, and I did some on-line shopping, ensuring that the items would be delivered next day while Marie was out volunteering at the local charity shop.

On Saturday I woke up before our alarm went off so I went in the bathroom first to shower and shave. My wife woke up as I returned to our bedroom and wandered off towards the bathroom for her shower showing her cute little bare tush as she went. I finished getting dried and dressed and made the bed, then I went downstairs after shouting through the bathroom door to see what she wanted for breakfast.

I took croissants out of the freezer and put the oven on to heat up as I made a cup of tea for each of us and set the table with butter and jam,  apricot, obviously,  for the croissants. As I was putting the tray of pastries into the oven I heard the shower turn off and the sound of Marie's footsteps as she made her way back to the bedroom to get dressed. Less than a minute later I heard a squeal. I had laid some clothes out for her; A pale blue cashmere sweater, a short dark blue skirt in a nice summery material and a pair of French navy blue crotchless panties.

There was a note slipped into the panties. It red, "It looks like the weather will be ideal for a walk to the park today, and this seems to be the perfect outfit. Love Geoff," with a smiley face on the bottom.

We enjoyed our walk as the weather was ideal; and the outfit was perfect. I think I might have finally got the hang of Thursdays.

I was sat quietly reading when my wife came in from her girls' evening out. When I tell you that my wife and I both retired in our sixties you'll understand that 'girl' refers to gender and attitude, rather than age. Marie, my better half, is a short, voluptuous woman with youthful features, shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes to match her tawny skin, a legacy of her Mediterranean French ancestry on her mother's side. I still enjoy looking at her.

I am entirely unlike her: An unremarkable man in his mid-sixties, of average height, short hair to compensate for the receding hairline, heavier than I would like but not too overweight and reasonably fit. We recently reconnected sexually after a longish dry spell following an episode I described earlier in a story titled, "My Daughter's Panties"

"Hello love," I said. "Nice evening?"

"Oh, yes, I suppose so," she replied distractedly.

I looked at her, waiting for some sort of follow up to her unusual lack of enthusiasm and then, none forthcoming, went back to my book. She disappeared upstairs to get changed into her jammies and when she came back down I put my book down and patted my knee. She smiled and crossed the room to sit on my lap. I put my arm around her and asked, "Did something happen tonight? You don't seem upset but something seems to be on your mind."

She thought for a moment, then said, "Do you know what 'Only Fans' is? I seem to recognize the name but I can't rember where from."

"It's a sort of social media app I've read about in the newspaper," I replied. "But the stories all seem to focus on celebs and wannabe z-listers showing their tits, and more, to paying subscribers to make money. I've no idea if there are less scandalous posts: That wouldn't sell newspapers. Why do you ask?"

"Well," she began, a little sheepishly. "The girls seem to have noticed that I seem to be a little more," she paused to think of the right word. "; Content the last couple of times we've met up and they wanted to know why, so I told them what happened at Linda's; and afterwards."

What happened afterwards was that our sex-life was reinvigorated, something that I, for one, was very happy about. I was a little taken aback that this was a topic of discussion amongst my wife's social group but, fuck it! I was getting laid again; she could shout it from the rooftops and I wouldn't give a shit.

I still wasn't sure why two oldies rediscovering their naughty bits would lead to a discussion about Only Fans, so I asked Marie how the topic came up. She explained, "Well, you know we meet early at the Black Swan, before the office workers pile in and leave about seven before the serious piss-artists start getting rowdy?" I nodded to confirm that I was aware of these facts, as this was the standing arrangement for girls' nights the first and third Friday of each month, and had been since she retired.

"So," she went on. "The girls were really interested in what we did, how often and whether we needed any; accessories to help out because of our age," she saw the look on my face and hastily added. "Of course I told them we managed fine without any sex toys but, I might have let slip about the panties. By now it was getting too noisy to hold a decent conversation when there was six of us around the table but I'm sure one of the girls said that I should get a whole wardrobe of sexy clothes to wear for you and share the pictures and videos of me modelling them on Only Fans."

"And did your friends explain why you should take up what is, effectively, borderline sex-work as a hobby?" I asked, rather testily.

"Not really," she replied. "And by then we were all getting our coats, ready to leave and I never got a chance to ask what she meant." Her voice got softer as she continued, "How rude are the videos? I've never actually seen any real pornography. I think that the dirtiest thing I've seen was Game Of Thrones on TV, with all of those tits, bums and willies on show."

I gawped at her. "Christ!" I exclaimed as I tried to think how to compare GOT to what is freely available to view on line. "Imagine," I said. "That there's a sex act you'd like to see: Absolutely anything." She nodded. "As long as you can spell what you want to see, as long as it isn't actually illegal, someone,  in fact lots of someones,  has a video of them doing it, often live, online. Even if it's illegal it's out there, just in places people like us won't go."

She gazed at me, eyes wide, "No way! Like, real sex, with stiffies?"

How could anyone get to our age and still be that innocent? "Yes dear," I replied. "Stiffies, tongues, fingers, dildos and, in one memorable video I've seen, a car gear shift. That put the next episode of Top Gear in an entirely new light for me."

"It's still early," she whispered. "Could you find some to show me?"

I helped her up, noticing a bulge in my pants as I did so; she could still do that to me after all these years! I powered up the laptop and opened a private tab. Marie sat back on my lap as I showed her how to find porn on the internet. If you're not familiar with the process, it's about as difficult as finding salt water in the sea. Now I'm not going to share details, but I've a go-to porn site I'm reasonably comfortable with, so I typed in the address and showed Marie the home page. The thumbnail images for the videos-of-the-day were more explicit than anything she'd ever seen in her sixty-plus years.

"So what do we have to do to see the videos?" She asked, urgently. I told her to press the Play button. She did and watched, entranced, as an entirely unconvincing college nerd came home early to find the pool-guy fucking his pneumatic step-mom; only for the nerd to step in to take over when the pool-guy apparently ran out of semen.

"Are they all that bad?" She asked. I had to admit that most were. She seemed disappointed that the explicit sex she'd finally just witnessed was so cheesy. I had an idea.

"Hang on," I said. "I think you might prefer this." I moved the cursor up to the search bar and typed in 'Sensual, Only Fans'. As I expected, there was a lot of dross but in amongst it, two or three links looked promising. I clicked on the first one.

After a four second ad featuring an attractive woman fingering herself, I was able to skip to the video. Marie gasped. The still frame showing behind the play button was of a man and a woman, probably in their late twenties, kneeling on a bed facing each other. The man was good looking and well made, but more like a runner than a gym bunny. His cock was erect; big enough to make any woman happy but not so big that the rest of us would give up and go home.

The woman was simply gorgeous. She glowed in the atmospheric lighting, as if she'd showered and rubbed herself all over with baby oil; which was probably the case. I could almost imagine I could smell the femininity of her skin. "Fuck!" Marie said, softly. "I wish we looked that good."

"You did, Babe," I whispered in her ear as kissed the top of her head. "But those two are forty years younger than us."

"Look at her tits! I wish mine looked like that," complained Marie. I pulled against me and caressed her tits.

"Trust me love," I reassured her. "Your boobs have nothing to be ashamed of."

Marie wriggled back onto my lap. "Hit Play," she demanded. "And take notes, there will be a test when I get you upstairs after the video finishes."

We watched the couple as they explored each other’s bodies with hands, lips and tongues. My wife sat forward and stared intently at the screen as the woman took the guy's cock in her mouth and, apparently inhaled the full length while looking lustfully up at him. She squealed as the guy went down on the woman, licking and sucking her labia with obvious pleasure. She sighed as the guy's tongue disappeared into his lover's cunt and moaned in delight a few minutes later as his cock took the same path.

We sat, cuddled together in the chair, as their love-making competed to their apparent satisfaction, the pearly white fluid seeping from the gorgeous woman's equally gorgeous slit as evidence that the guy, at least, reached orgasm. Marie looked at me and said, in a tone of voice that brooked no argument, "We. Have. Got. To. Do. That!"

I wasn't about to disagree but I did need some clarity. "Which bit?" I asked. "Do you mean go and have sex, or film ourselves having sex; you know? For your Only Fans site."

She looked at me as though I'd gone insane, "No, you fucking idiot! I want to go upstairs, dim the lights, cast that video to the bedroom TV and fuck each other exactly the way that they do, at exactly the same time as they are doing it..", I looked at the time bar on the video: It went from zero to twenty five minutes. I wasn't sure if I could manage to last that long at the best of times, and I'd just had a sexually aroused woman squirming on my lap for at least half an hour while we watched porn!

On the other hand; nothing ventured, nothing gained; keep calm and carry on; stiff upper lip and all that: one way or another, I was definitely getting laid tonight!

Marie looked thoughtfully at the screen and decided. "Right," she said. "You've got twenty minutes while I shower, dry and moisturize: Try to recreate the atmosphere from the video."

I looked at the guy in the video; erection? Sorted; six pack and designer stubble, not in twenty minutes. So instead I swapped out the LED lamps in the bedroom for dimmer, warmer bulbs from table lamps in the other rooms. I set up my phone, tablet and laptop at different vantage points to record our attempt to do a tribute band version of the chart topping performance we'd just watched. I stripped the quilt from the bed and threw it into the spare room. There, the stage was set; I just hoped I didn't get performance anxiety.

Marie came back, naked and aroused, from the bathroom. Her skin glowing in the warm honey colored lights around the bed. "You seem overdressed," she pointed out, so I stripped. I already had the video set up on her phone and mirrored to our TV, paused and ready to play. I walked around the bed, setting the devices to record, as she took her place near the center. I joined her and after a glance to be sure she was ready, I pressed Play.

It reminded me of dance classes we'd once tried, but we didn't have to keep time to the music and it didn't matter if we were half a step behind. It was magical. We kissed when they kissed; long and slow and languorous. When his hand found her tit, my hand found Marie's. When he rolled his lover's nipples, Marie got the same sensation a few seconds later.

When the woman licked the shaft of his cock from balls to tip, mine got the same treatment. Marie had never taken a testicle into her mouth until that night but she sucked mine right in as though she'd been born to it. She sucked me deeper and for longer than she ever had before and the look of pure desire as she watched her saliva dripping down my cock made me shudder with lust.

The guy gently pushed his woman onto her back and knelt between her thighs. Marie moaned in anticipation before I even touched her. As I began to lick around her opening she stroked my head. "I'm not fantasizing about him fucking me you know. In my head, that's you and me up there; the way we used to be."

"I know," I murmured into her cunt. "She's gorgeous, but you're real and here and all that I need." Marie shuddered as she climaxed for the first time, whether it was my words or my tongue on her clit wasn't important as long as she was happy.

I've never had a problem with cunnilingus but I spent longer eating Marie that evening than I ever had before. I licked around her lips and probed deep into her folds before I did more than nudge her clit with my tongue. I carried on watching the guy on the screen, ignoring Marie's pleas to change pace. We had a plan and I was sticking to it. Only when he put one and then two fingers into his lover would I do the same. When he put one hand on her belly with his other hand fingering her cunt, I guessed what he was doing and searched for that little area inside Marie and curled my index finger to stimulate it. She came again; that was twice.

He let his partner come down from her climax as he moved up to kiss her, cupping her tits as he did so. I copied him as Marie moaned again. After a few minutes we moved down once more, two fingers inside our women and sucking their clits in tandem: Marie came again; this guy's pacing was good! That's three orgasms for my lover.

Eventually we moved back and slid inside our girls. Back and forth we moved as the women gasped with ragged breaths, both sheened with sweat. We pulled out and coaxed the women onto their hands and knees and entered them from behind. I kept pace with the guy on the screen, resisting the temptation to speed up. After a few minutes I knew I was building to my orgasm but I also knew we were close to the end of the video. Marie kept insisting that she couldn't go on but I encouraged her, "Just a little longer, babe. You can do it!"

Fortunately, shortly after, the girl on the screen flopped down, just as Marie came again; four. Now both women were flat out on their bellies, their legs pressed together: We were on top of and inside them, our legs either side of theirs. We lifted our hips and thrust into them again and again, finally increasing our pace. "Look at the screen, Babe. That's what we look like. You're fucking awesome!" After only a few more strokes we all came together. Five for Marie, one for me, and I couldn't have been happier.

I laid on top of my wife, getting my breath back, savoring the best sex I'd ever had and resolved not to spoil the moment by saying something crass. As my erection subsided and slipped out of her I rolled off her and grabbed my phone.

"Trust me lover." I told her. "Part your legs and bear down when I tell you. Just like in pre-natal class." She didn't ask why, she just did as I asked and I photographed and videoed my semen seeping out from her cunt. Then she fell fast asleep.

I left her on the bed as I showered; then I went downstairs and made sure the doors and windows were locked. I brought two cups of tea up to the bedroom and woke her and helped her take a quick shower before putting her into bed, naked.

As we snuggled down together, I reflected on everything we'd said and done since she got in, and a strange sense of suspicion crept over me. "Marie," I asked. "The girl who suggested the Only Fans account; was it Lucy? Crazy Lucy? The one who even blondes call a dingbat?"

"Probably, yes, I think so. But don't be so mean," my wife murmured sleepily, "She's lovely. It's just that she sometimes muddles things up."

"So," I said, pursuing this line of thought. "When she suggested that you should buy some sexy underwear and model it on-line; is it possible that she didn't mean for you to expose yourself to strangers for money on Only Fans? Is it possible she meant that you should share your underwear photos just with the girls on; Instagram?"

"Oh, fuck!" Marie giggled drowsily. "We did all that because the dingbat muddled up two totally different apps."

"Bye Geoff. See you later. And thanks for letting me share the video." With those words my wife, Marie, left to meet 'the girls' for their fortnightly catch up at the local pub.

None of the girls will ever see sixty again but neither will Marie or I. She is a short 5 foot 2, voluptuous woman with Mediterranean coloring and clear skin that makes her look ten years, rather than two months, younger than me. She has glorious, full tits with dark brown nipples that have barely dropped over the past fifty years. She keeps her silky hair at shoulder length and we pretend to ignore the fact she maintains her dark brown color with regular trips to her hairdresser.

My wife read my last story and was very annoyed at the way I described myself as unexceptional. At her insistence I will be less self-deprecating.

I retired early from my job managing a research team developing high temperature ceramics. And, no that doesn't mean I made teapots. I am 5 foot 10, tall and keep fit by walking and swimming. I'm quite broad around the chest and shoulders, probably a legacy from playing seniors' club rugby into my fifties, and my waist has only thickened a little. I have my grey hair groomed very short at the sides and I shave the top. I have blue eyes which she claims can peer into her soul.

She also instructed me to make it clear that my gentleman's sausage is nicely in proportion with the rest of my body and, as a short lady, much more of it would be too much. My wife insists I am in excellent shape for a man of my age.

As to the video. Well; As a result of a slight misunderstanding on the part of her friend, Lucy, or 'the dingbat' as I call her, Marie and I video recorded ourselves having the most incredible sex of our lives just two weeks ago. I dumped the files from my phone and my tablet onto the laptop and edited them into a single, explicit twenty minute video, complete with my semen oozing from my wife's cunt as an epilogue. The editing took me four hours and I was erect the whole time.

Given that Marie apparently tells the girls everything anyway, she had my blessing, if she chose, to show them the video on her phone. She's normally gone for about three hours or so, which I filled that evening by running to the local pool, swimming a few dozen lengths and running home. I showered and sorted my evening meal out then sat with a book until she got home.

I heard her come in just after seven, as usual, and waited for her to hang her coat up. When she came into the living room I couldn't read her mood, so I asked how her evening had gone. She burst into tears. Now, Marie is a complicated woman with a Gallic passion: I've seen her angry, determined, hurt, even vengeful, but it had been years since I'd seen her sobbing like this.

I sat her down and waited for her to collect herself before interrogating her. So, once she was composed I invited her to share. I'll tell the story in her words.

"I got to the pub just after four. Megan and Jo were already there and Lucy came in before I even got to the bar. I turned and gave Lucy the biggest hug ever and kissed her, smack on the lips. 'That's from me and Geoff,' I said, leaving her standing bewildered in the middle of the pub while I went to the bar. She looked over to Megan and Jo who just shook their heads. 'What did I do to deserve that?' She pleaded, to anyone. Jo suggested that dementia may have turned me lesbian but Megan argued that me being demented wouldn't explain why you were grateful.

Then Kate came in with a younger woman and introduced her as her daughter, Sam. Angie came in last a couple of minutes after that. It took a few minutes to get settled with drinks and introduce ourselves to Sam. Then Kate said, 'Girls. Is it okay if Sam joins us regularly? Her son has left for university in America, so the only reason for her to stay with her knob-head of a husband has gone. She's moved in with me for the foreseeable future.'

'Thank God,' said Angie, who has no filter, as you know. 'Some new topics for conversation. Speaking of which.' She looked at me. 'How are you fuck-bunnies getting along? Anything new you'd like to share?'

Well, I was torn. I had my phone with the video burning a hole in my pocket, but how to I explain that to Sam, a complete stranger? 'Hi, I'm Marie. Do you want to see a video of my husband fucking me senseless? If you wait until the very end you can watch his cum dribbling out of my twat.'

Angie must have seen something in my expression. 'You have, haven't you? You dirty little tart!' She grinned. 'Did you let him up your bum? Or did you do it in Tesco's car park?'

'Glad you came now?' Kate asked Sam. 'It used to be refined until Marie rediscovered sex a few weeks ago, now it's just non-stop filth: it's a massive improvement.'

'I wasn't really keen on joining you tonight,' Sam piped up. 'But mum said you were all good for a laugh. I was actually worried it would all be about bus passes and crochet'.

Angie snorted. 'The only way that will happen is if that mucky bitch,' nods at me. '...starts crocheting orgasms on the express bus to Durham.'

So I reminded them about Lucy's advice to open an Only Fans account. 'You didn't, did you? Are your tits on-line now?' Exploded Angie with her trademark filthy laugh.

That was my opening. 'Not quite,' I said, taking my phone out and looking furtively round the bar to see if anyone was paying attention. None of the handful of afternoon drinkers were in the slightest bit interested so I teed up the video and passed the phone to Jo on the opposite side of the table. 'When you're ready, ladies.'

There was an undignified scramble for a good spot on the curved corner bench seat beside Jo, and when they were settled she pressed Play. They all went very quiet, except for Angie who maintained a running commentary and kept score of my orgasms.

My friends watched as we caressed each other, as I took you deeper into my throat than ever before, as you licked my twat from bum-hole to clit, how you tongued me and fingered me to orgasm and then fucked me three ways to another three orgasms. They sat in silence, even Angie, as your cum leaked out of me, then they let out a collective sigh.

'Fuck!' Said Angie as the video ended. 'I wanna do that.' I looked across the table and realized that I was the only one with a functional husband: Kate and Jo are widows, Sam has just left her husband, Lucy is married to an asshole, Megan's husband is much older than her and impotent; and Angie is divorced.

'What's up, Babe?' Said Angie as the realization struck me.

'I'm so sorry,' I stammered. 'We were all in the same boat for so long that I forgot not everyone is as lucky as me. I'm so thoughtless! Please forgive me.' And I burst into tears.

'Marie, sweetheart,' said Megan. 'Our situation isn't your fault. We're pleased for you that you've rediscovered your sexuality and it’s nice of you to share with us. We're envious, of course, but that doesn't mean we don't want to hear. I loved seeing your video, and as long as you don't mind us pretending sometimes that's us writhing in ecstasy you're welcome to show us it as many times as you want.'

'Fuck that,' muttered Angie. 'I want cock like she's having!'.

I told them I wished that I could invite them all home with me and have you 'service' them the way you do me. 'Nope,' says Angie. 'It wouldn't work.' That's when we fell down the rabbit hole.

Kate suggested that I could set up a rotation, so that you got a new cunt every Wednesday until each of them had been serviced, then they would go around again. Angie said that was stupid. Sam sat open-mouthed as her mum and Angie argued about how to share your cock.

Lucy's idea was an orgy. We'd trick you into getting naked with us in the same room and then grope each other until you got so horny you snapped and fucked whoever was closest.

Jo suggested a lucky dip, making us all laugh at the double entendre and Megan suggested we arm wrestled each other for position with the winners going first while the losers went last; I think she was joking.

By now Angie was getting annoyed about what she said were stupid ideas for sharing MY husband. 'You're all missing the point,' she said. She argued that women hate it when men see us as a life support system for our hands, mouths, tits, bums and twats. But we were describing you the same way. A cock with a man attached.

She was adamant that if I came to you with any of their suggestions, you'd refuse. And you'd do it because you would think about it. Your cock's short term instinct to dive into any available cunt would be over-ruled by your head realizing that regular sex is a better deal than a quickie that ends your relationship. She acknowledged that even a good man might cheat on impulse, if he thought there was zero chance of being found out. But an intelligent man in your position would refuse, she called it 'Game Theory' I think.

She said you'd weigh up the benefits of sex with other women against the risk of losing me if I couldn't deal with the thought of you fucking my friends, and you'd have to refuse. I asked what if I was comfy with it and she asked how I could prove that to you. I said you'd believe me. She pointed out that she never would have believed I'd ever show them a video of me having sweaty sex, yet I'd done just that.

We spent the rest of the evening arguing how to persuade a loving husband to fuck his wife's friends. Sam's looking forward to the next time we go out. She said it's the most fun she's had in months."

Marie took a deep breath. "The whole conversation overwhelmed me and, as I walked home tonight, I came to realize how much I love my friends. I want so much for them to have the same intimacy and pleasure that I do; but they aren't. That's why I cried. Geoff," she looked at me earnestly. "How can I persuade you to have sex with my friends?"

So, for reasons I didn't really understand, Marie invited Angie round for a meal the following evening. Now, don't get me wrong. I think Angie's great. Nearly my height, strong features, wiry build, filthy sense of humor. She thinks nothing of walking for four hours to find a nice spot in the country for lunch, and then walking four hours back home. She's also incredibly intelligent, with a PhD in mathematics, specializing in non-stochastic relationships. No, I haven't a fucking clue what that means either.

Obviously, being women, both girls understood the dress code that evening and wore simple but smart skirt and blouse combinations. Being a man I found appropriate shirt and trousers neatly laid out on the bed when I came out of the shower.

Angie arrived, nearly on time, with a bottle of wine to go with the meal. We chatted comfortably as we ate and Angie complimented me on my video editing skills. We both teased my wife about how late in life she had found porn, but she flattered me by saying she'd never needed it.

We told Angie about how Lucy's confusing Only Fans with Instagram had led us to a porn site and then to making our own sex video. She howled with laughter. It was a while since we'd entertained and I enjoyed the back and forth bickering between the two friends.

After we'd cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher we moved to the living room and made ourselves comfortable. "So, Angie," I began. "Do you have a mathematical solution to my wife's dilemma?"

"Well," she said. "I'm treating you as an entity on a number line with variables driving you towards and away from the optimum, which represents Marie's wish for you to fuck her friends. The ideal solution would be to find an answer akin to a non zero-sum game."

Marie, an ex lecturer in modern languages, not a mathematician, looked to me to translate. "I think Angie means that if one of us has to risk losing in order for the other to win, then we can't come to an acceptable solution," I explained. "Ideally, the best answer means that we both win.

"I've another variable for your formula too, Ange," I said quietly. She cocked her head in enquiry. "Reciprocity."

"Fuck," she breathed as realization dawned. She looked at Marie. "He means that if he has sex with five of your friends, you're entitled to have sex with five of his. That makes him even less motivated than I first assumed

"I don't want to have sex with his friends," Marie wailed. "I just want him to fuck you!"

"I'm so sorry Babe." I reached over to take my wife's hand, "But I don't think I could cope with the thought of you taking another man's cock. Maybe that's pathetic and insecure, but it's the truth. So, if I can't cope with you screwing other men, I can hardly screw other women."

"Hang on!" Angie's voice rose. "Maybe Lucy was on the right track after all."

Well, it hardly seemed likely because Lucy is generally regarded as a bit flakey by her friends and as a total dingbat by me. Even so, I lived in hope that Angie had found something in Lucy's idea, because she'd lost me.

"And you," Angie pointed an accusing finger at me. "I'm disappointed in you. I thought you were better than sexual stereotyping."

"I'll happily apologize Angie," I replied. "Just as soon as you tell me what the fuck you're talking about."

"It's so elegant," Angie enthused. "If I promise to change your names, can I write a paper on it?" She saw the looks we were giving her and got back on topic. "So, Lucy's orgy, reciprocity and non-binary thinking. If we put the components together right, I'm sure everyone comes out on top!" She grinned evilly with her dirty laugh again. "Double entendre completely intended."

Marie looked at Angie and very patiently explained that if she didn't stop preening and get to the point very soon there may be bloodshed.

Angie looked at me. "Did Marie tell you that she passed on your kiss to Lucy?" I nodded. "Were you angry? Upset?" This time I shook my head.

Angie looked at Marie and I. "You see! It's the difference between cock and cunt." We both looked blank. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" She bellowed. "A chimp could understand it." Still the blank looks. "Alright, I'll do the version in crayon.

"Would you agree that a man's fingers in a woman's cunt seems way more intimate than a woman's fingers on a man's cock?" We nodded. "So, is it possible that a man would find the sight of his wife being intimate with another woman less threatening than with a man?" More slowly this time, but we both nodded again.

"So, if we incorporate Lucy's orgy concept, there's the win-win solution." She smiled gleefully. "I create a computer routine and populate it with the girls who want to participate. It will group them in pairs and on their turn they visit you as a couple and you, Geoff, have sex with them separately. The one you aren't fucking has sex with Marie; it's up to you whether you use one or two beds. If Marie wants to fuck you afterward then the girls can fuck each other too, if they want to.

"It's no good the girls visiting separately, because that only gives you a choice of a threesome or one of you listening while the other has sex. Neither meets the optimum criteria.

"It meets Geoff's reciprocity concern but there are no other cocks involved. You just assumed that Marie would have to have sex with other men for it to be fair but, in fact, this is even more fair because you're both screwing exactly the same people. Fuck! I'm a genius."

Marie looked at me thoughtfully. "That sounds absolutely ridiculous on the face of it, but at the same time it makes a certain amount of sense. I know that I have to consider how comfortable I am with Angie's suggestion, and I think I'm already starting to understand the situation I put you in. But would you think about it?"

I reached over and gave a her a big hug. "Certainly, but as a first trial of our new relationship boundaries, can I give Angie a kiss?"

Marie looked startled for a moment, then she smiled and said, "Of course. But remember, only ever with my approval."

I stood up and opened my arms and Angie stepped into my embrace. We put our foreheads together as we savored each other's proximity. I felt my cock twitch as my body recognized the feel of her tits against me and I felt her respond by pressing her groin against mine.

We looked into each other's eyes as our mouths moved closer together; I could feel her breath on my lips. Eventually they touched. She was softer than I expected and I savored her texture. After a moment our lips parted and our tongues began their dance.

Angie moaned softly and pressed herself even more firmly against my now erect cock. I moved my left hand to her right tit and kneaded firm flesh ever so gently. Her nipple pushed out and I squeezed it through the fabric of her bra. She shuddered, and I wanted so much to take her, right there, that I surprised even myself. My hand slipped up and down her back, cupping her slender but firm ass cheeks, pressing her crotch even harder against my cock while her hand moved down towards my special little friend.

We broke off and Angie looked at me. "We have to stop there don't we?" She sighed.

"Yes," I replied sadly. "I never asked for permission to take you to bed and that's where this was heading. God Angie! You're a sexy woman. However," I added mischievously. "You haven't finished yet. Reciprocity."

We both looked over to Marie who had been watching our first kiss. Her face was flushed. "What? Why are you both looking at me like that?" Marie looked at our two smiling faces.

"If you can't do this then the solution won't work," explained Angie. "Geoff has to watch you as you kiss me like a lover. And he has just set the bar very high. If you can't even kiss me or, if you do and Geoff can't handle it, or if you couldn't have dealt with Geoff taking me upstairs like we both wanted, the girls ain't gonna have fun, to misquote the song."

"Marie," I said softly. "Angie is a beautiful, passionate, sexy woman. Don't think, just respond. And, by the way," I continued in the same soft tone, but loud enough for Angie to hear. "I can tell that watching us kiss made you horny."

Marie stood up slowly and hesitantly moved towards her friend. They draped their arms around each other's necks end edged towards their first kiss. As their lips met I felt a stirring. I wasn't jealous, I was getting aroused. Their kissing became more urgent; this time it was Angie cupping my wife's ample tit.

"Harder!" Moaned Marie as Angie squeezed her nipple. Apparently Angie obliged as my wife groaned with pleasure. Angie looked at me as she unbuttoned Marie's blouse, layering kisses on the exposed skin as she went. I shook my head. I had no intention of interfering. I knew if it were a man in Angie's place I couldn't have stayed, but this was just so fucking erotic. Angie moved her lips lower and lower ever closer to her best friend's nipples while I watched as my wife arched her back, pushing her luscious mounds towards Angie's face.

In moments my wife's blouse was totally open, her lacy white bra the only thing between her swelling tits and Angie's tender touch. Angie stepped back so that she could grasp both of Marie's tits, kneading them with the palms of hands before taking both nipples between finger and thumbs and rolling the firm, proud nubs through the fabric.

Marie dropped her arms so that Angie, her new lover, could slip the blouse down, dropping it to the floor. Angie reached around and undid my wife's bra and released her splendid tits. Angie looked at me questioningly.

"Don't stop now, Ange,' I told her. "That wouldn't be fair to either of you."

"Maybe," she replied as she stroked Marie's tits. "But, reciprocity. Remember? If I fuck your wife tonight, then you have to fuck me." She bent down and kissed Marie gently,

"Babe, I've never wanted any man as much as I want you at this moment, and I've never been attracted to a woman before. If we do this, it proves we can share Geoff's cock, but only if you're going to be okay if I fuck him too tonight."

Marie blinked and looked round at me and then back to Angie. In a soft dreamy voice she said, "Fuck, but you nerds talk a lot." Then she started to undo Angie's skirt. As the skirt joined her own blouse on the floor she knelt so that her head was level with her best friend's groin. It was obvious that, while sex had not been a certainty that evening, both women had chosen their sexiest underwear, just in case. Angie was wearing pale blue panties, so sheer that I could tell she had waxed. Marie kissed her mound through the fabric.

"Geoff," Marie said to me as she slid her hands into the waistband of Angie's knickers. "You only have a shirt, trousers and boxers to take off. Why the fuck are you not already naked helping me undress this wonderful woman?"

Angie's focus was on Marie as she pulled the panties down and helped her friend step out of them. I was naked and beside them in seconds. Much as I wanted to stroke and kiss her newly revealed sex, this wasn't my time yet. "Can I finish undressing Angie, please? While you give us both a look at what's under your skirt," I begged.

We both stood up, pausing for me to kiss my wife and suckle briefly on her gorgeous tits. I moved to stand behind Angie, my stiff cock fitting naturally between her bum cheeks. I wiggled a couple of times to get; comfy, and Angie snorted with amusement. I reached around and squeezed her tits, reveling in their softness. She didn't have Marie's voluptuous D cup boobs but her smaller, tighter B cups fit her athletic build perfectly.

I wanted to feel her flesh on flesh, so I began to unbutton her dark blue satin blouse. We watched as my wife cupped her own tits and held them towards us, as if offering them to us as a gift. Marie smiled as I pulled Angie's unbuttoned blouse over her shoulders and slid it down her arms to join the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

I stepped back for a second to unhook Angie's bra, and she grumbled as my cock left its cozy little nest between her buttocks. She forgave me when I resumed my original position, this time she was the one to wiggle my erection into his new comfy place.

I put my arms around her waist and my hands began the slow exploration of her body, moving ever closer and then on to her gorgeous tits. Marie never took her eyes off us as her husband groped her best friend. Instead she had unbuttoned and then dropped her own skirt to reveal the pair of French navy blue crotchless panties I had bought her not so many weeks ago.

"Leave them on! Please," pleaded Angie. "I've heard so much about them. I want to feel you through the slit. I want to put my fingers in you. I want to make you feel so slutty. Then I want to take them off with my fucking teeth."

We were all naked now, except for the panties, so I leaned forwards to kiss the back of Angie's neck. "I don't know about you, dear," I whispered to her. "But it's about bedtime for us oldies. Would you like to join us?"

I watched as Marie her out her hand to her friend. They pulled each other close and kissed tenderly; then they turned and hand in hand, one naked, one almost, they made their way upstairs.

At that moment, as I watched my two beautiful, mature ladies

walk away, I knew that whatever happened tonight would stay with me forever.

It was obvious that Angie would not be leaving tonight so I checked the doors and windows and turned off the lights. I collected the clothes we'd abandoned and climbed the stairs.

The girls appeared to be doing just fine without me so I folded our clothes neatly onto the bed in the spare room. I used the bathroom and then walked quietly along the landing to our room. Marie was laid in the middle of our bed with her head propped up on our pillows watching as Angie, knelt between her thighs with her fingers through the slit in the sexy blue panties pushing them gently in and out of Marie's cunt.

I walked into the room and knelt down near my wife's head. "Hello, dear. Having fun?" I asked.

"Hmm?" She looked vacantly at me for a moment. "Oh. Yes. Oh, that's so good. Oh." She paused. "Oh, hello darling. Look! Angie's got; Oh, fuck! Angie's got her fingers; Oh, In me."

I leaned down and took the tit closest to me in both hands and molded it into a soft warm mountain with the hard brown nub begging for attention at its peak. Squeezing her tit I suckled on the nipple. She moaned. I grazed the nipple with my teeth. She moaned louder.

"Whatever you’re doing, Geoff, don't stop," ordered Angie. "This baby's about to blow!"

I'd guessed that Marie was so aroused by now that she couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain. I bit hard on her nipple, almost hard enough to draw blood, and her back arched as she came. I moved to her other tit and gave it the same savage love and she arched with pleasure again.

I moved down to Angie pulling her face up to kiss her and caressed her tit as our tongues grappled.

"It's time to lose these panties," I said. "She needs your tongue inside her. We'll let you take them off with your teeth next time."

It was the first time I'd ever seen Angie at a loss. "I've never been with a woman before," she said. "I don't want to disappoint her."

We pulled my wife's panties off, fully exposing her lady parts to her friend. I reached down and gently stroked her clit. She groaned softly.

I said, "Angie, pretend you're a cat and Marie's vulva is the best bowl of cream ever." She knelt forwards and began to lap my wife's labia. I stayed there, beside her, guiding her as she learned how to tease her lover, using her fingers and her tongue to bombard her with sensation: Stroking, licking, sucking, nipping and penetrating her, back and front.

Marie came again in a massive orgasm that left her breathless, almost comatose, on the bed. I turned to Angie. "I'm going to assume her tacit approval to continue what you and I started downstairs," I looked across to Marie. "I don't think she'll mind, under the circumstances."

Angie laid back next to my wife, who seemed to be lost in her post-orgasmic haze. As the bed was largely full of naked women it occurred to me that the traditional scenario of snog, grope, lick and then fuck might feel a bit cramped, so I decided to go off-script this time.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and picked up Angie's right leg, the one closest to me, and kissed the sole of her foot. She wriggled a bit but didn't pull away. I kissed the inside of her ankle and then progressed up her calf to her knee, kissing her soft sweet smelling skin gently all the way. Angie's eyes widened as she realized how this inevitably had to end and she parted her thighs as I moved ever upwards.

As I got almost to the center of her sex, I paused; partly to inhale the beautiful musk of her arousal but mostly to tantalize her by prolonging her anticipation. I move my attention to her left leg, starting this time just above her knee. Again, I moved slowly upwards kissing, licking and sucking her tender skin. I paused again. But this time it wasn't to tease. This time I climbed onto the bed, between her legs to let her be the recipient of the joy that she had just given to my wife.

"Please sweetheart." It was Marie. She was propped up on her elbows as she looked down the bed at me with eyes still heavy lidded with lust as I, her husband, knelt between her best friend's thighs preparing to go down on her. "Please, give the dirty little trollop a good seeing to down there for me. I seem to still have a point to prove tonight. Take her heaven and back. Fuck it! I'll even help."

So saying, she shifted to take Angie's face in her hands and turned her so that they could kiss. I know they started with tender kisses, and I could tell they got more urgent quite quickly. I remember seeing my wife's tits hanging down as she lifted herself to suckle on Angie's tits but the rest; I missed. I devoted all my attention to the vulva before me. I channeled my recollection of the porn film I'd watched together with Marie as we followed the performance on our TV.

I licked around Angie's labia; her outer lips then the inner. I gently kissed the hood of her clit, just so that she knew that I knew that it was there. I licked her slit from the wrinkled little forbidden place past her cunt right to her clit. Then I did it again so that she knew it wasn't an accident. Eventually it was time to put my tongue inside her, and she came. I couldn't take all the credit, my horny wife was doing her best to repay her friend for the loving they had just shared.

I started to lap gently at Angie's clit as I eased my index finger inside her. She was so wet it went in with no resistance. Two fingers next; then three, in and out over and over again. Marie was all over her. Kissing her lips, her neck and her belly. Kneading her firm tits, tormenting her stiff coral pink nipples with fingers and tongue and teeth.

Angie came again. It was almost time. I took my fingers out of her cunt and turned my palm upwards. I knelt up and put my hand on her belly, just above her pubic mound. Marie recognized what I was about to do and grinned with delight. She bent down to whisper in her friend's ear, "Buckle up babe. This flight's going to get bumpy."

Angie had nothing coherent to say in reply so, with my wife watching with laser-like focus, I put my finger back into Angie's cunt and felt for that, almost mythical, patch of ridged skin. When I believed it was there under the pad of my fingertip, I curled my finger just enough to drag the nail, so gently, along that little length of passage. At the same time my other hand pressed lightly on her belly.

Angie had been remarkably quiet. A lot of the time because Marie's tongue, or one of her nipples was in her mouth. This time she shared her feelings. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! I'm;”

We never found out what she was going to say because she stopped speaking as her back arched so much, pressing her cunt into my hand as she came, that I was actually worried she'd pull a muscle.

"I think she's about ready now," said my wife, with a disturbing gleeful malice. "Let's fuck the bitch!"

I got Marie to help me put a pillow under Angie's hips and then she came to kneel beside me. "You were both concerned that I couldn't cope with you fucking another woman." She kissed me as she idly fingered Angie's cunt. "But I am actually getting wet at the thought of watching your cock slip inside her. Oh, I just thought! Can I put it inside her for you?"

Now, I'm not sure what the correct etiquette is for when your wife asks if she can be the one to put your willy into her best mate's twat, but I decided just to roll with it. "Knock yourself out sweetheart," I said generously. "She's about as wet as she ever could be, so little Geoffrey should slip in like a greased weasel."

Marie bent forwards and used the fingers of her right hand to hold the lips at the entrance to Angie's cunt apart. She surprised me by moving her head to the tip of my cock and slathering it with her saliva before gently leading me with her left hand to the promised land.

She stared intently as my glans disappeared into Angie's special place and sighed as I slid deeper and deeper into her friend. "That. Was. So. Fucking. Awesome!" She breathed as my balls finally connected with Angie's buttocks.

She lay down next to her friend and whispered, "Are you ready sweetheart? Geoffrey's going to fuck you now. Don't worry; I'm here too. We are both going to make you so happy."

Angie looked at her in wonder. It was as if I wasn't there. "I can feel him inside me," she said. "So deep."

"I know babe; I put him there."

"It's been so long."

"I know babe; he's going to make you come now. And I'm going to help."

I didn't need to be told. I started to move, just short strokes at first, but getting longer not faster. I tried to remember the pace from our porn film. Was this right? It felt about right. Thinking about the tempo had this weird effect. I realized I was fucking in time to Stairway To Heaven playing in my head. That was Marie's fault, with her, 'Take her to heaven and back,' comment. Still, it was working for me so I stuck with it.

Meanwhile, Marie was gently caressing Angie's tits, whispering dirty thoughts as she did so.

"You dirty little tart, you licked my clit. You sucked the juices out of my cunt. You licked my asshole and you put your fingers in me. You're laid on your best friend's bed while her husband fucks you and she's groping your tits. You're a lezzy whore fucktoy and you're ours to play with until we get tired of making you come."

I was impressed, particularly as she carried on in the same vein as I tried not to come too soon. Angie moaned. I have no idea whether it was in response to Marie's pornographic mind games or my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. I was in raptures. I loved Marie but here I was, fucking another woman while my wife helped.

Angie felt; different inside: Not better than my wife. Just; unfamiliar. She was soft and warm and tight and just, lovely. But now I recognized the first indications she was ready to come. I told Marie that Angie was close. She grinned. "Oh, good. It's titty clitty time!"

I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but to be fair I didn't much care. I'd moved on from Led Zeppelin playing in my mind to keep me on tempo,  I'd panicked when I got to Page's guitar solo,  to Clapton (Wonderful Tonight) to the Bee Gees (Staying Alive), now pumping faster and harder in 2/4 time to the tune in my head. I thought I'd need counselling when this was over.

Marie knelt up facing Angie's belly with her right hand on Angie's left tit and her left hand between Angie's legs. Titty clitty time started to make sense. I could feel Angie's vaginal muscles starting to tighten around my cock and I knew she wasn't far from her climax. I looked down at her, writhing at our touch. She hadn't a clue which way was up and I hoped there was enough left of her to remember tonight.

She came; and came again and again screaming as she did. Marie was relentless, squeezing Angie's nipples with one hand and assaulting her clit with the other, through one orgasm and into the next. I wasn't innocent either as I kept pounding even after my own orgasm jetted streams of cum against her cervix.

After the red mist cleared from our heads, Marie and I looked guiltily at each other and then down at her friend. Angie was laid on her back, her previously bright intelligent eyes gazing mindlessly at the ceiling; her taut athletic body now limp and glazed with sweat, my cum seeping from her cunt; her neatly groomed hair now a damp, tangled, rat's nest.

"Oh, shit!" I said. "I liked Angie," I said. "I hope we haven't broken her.

To be continued in part 2. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.

Legends of Godiva: Part 5
Surviving a Viking camp is not easy.

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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"Cnut wins bet!" Cnut called out, triumphantly.

"Did you actually bet that I would go back to Coventry without you?" Godgifu scoffed.

"No,

"Oh;

"Yes,

"Hneftafl

"It

Godgifu

"Ah! The hell?" Leofric yelled, yanked suddenly into unwilling consciousness.

"My

"You

"Ugh!

"I

"Any ideas on when that will be?" she asked.

"Hmm;

"There's

"Emma;" Cnut said, looking pained.

"No.

"Emma;" Cnut said, heat growing in his eyes, and warning creeping into his tone.

"I mean it! Just go! You have your convenient English Queen! Now, leave me in peace!"

"You

"You

Emma

Emma's

"I will," Emma said quietly.

"Queen Emma come when tournament done? Cnut will come back. Give Queen Emma escort;"

"That; that won't be necessary."

Cnut

Emma

"Cnut

Emma

"Read

Emma

"Ideal;"

Emma

Cnut

"Don't be; don't be ridiculous; they; they don't;"

"Like

"It

"This part; the Ragnar slide hand down the Eva's back; Cnut do this to the Emma;"

Emma

Cnut

"Well,

"It

"Lavender;" Emma said, smiling.

"Yes;

Emma

"Kusse; kusse; kusse;" Cnut whispered, running his lips across her cheek.

Emma shivered, but shook her head stubbornly, trying not to giggle. "Stop it. I am not saying it, Cnut;"

"Kusse;

Emma

"Say Emma will be wife;" Cnut murmured from under her skirts, doing something that made Emma gasp and grab at his head.

Emma bit her lips, trying to keep from crying out, then gritted out, "It's; not that easy, Cnut;"

A

"You

"Get

From

Leofric

As

Leofric

"Well,

She

Leofric's

When

Godgifu

Squirming

The

"What did he say?" Leofric ground out between his teeth.

"Uh;

"Havande Kvinna?" he roared, suspicion now entering his outraged inquiry.

"Uh;ja!" Godgifu said impulsively, hoping that was the right answer.

"What did he say?" Leofric asked.

"I don't know;" Godgifu stammered.

"You said 'ja!' That means 'yes.' Why did you say 'yes?'" Leofric gritted, trying to keep an eye on all sides.

"I don't know. When a big scary guy asks you a question, 'yes' is usually the best answer;" Godgifu explained.

Unfortunately,

"Oh!

"Diva, what's going on?" Leofric asked, ready to fight.

Godgifu

"But you're not pregnant!"

"I know! I told them! They don't believe me, though; especially after I told them I was pregnant, apparently,"

"Well, what now?" Leofric asked, still trying to keep himself between Godgifu and the nearest Vikings.

"I'm

Three

"Well,

Leofric

"I don't see how any of this is my fault," Godgifu muttered.

"But why the Leofric upset? He marry Pindsvin. Nice Viking wedding. Everything fine. No problem;" Cnut said, shrugging.

"Viking weddings are not for everyone, dearest. The English; they are backward in many ways;" Emma said, stroking Cnut's arm.

"I think if anyone's upset, it should be me," Godgifu insisted.

Leofric snorted, "You just had to take a bath to enter the marriage clean of your past; such as it was," he muttered.

"Hey! I also had to use a switch to beat myself and 'overcome my virginity and resistance to my husband!'" Godgifu protested.

Leofric

"What did the Leofric endured?" Cnut stage-whispered to Emma.

"I don't want to talk about it;" Leofric grumbled.

"I

"Really; there is no need to re-hash the past," Leofric growled under his breath.

"They

"I Don't Want To Talk About It!" Leofric yelled, earning a reproachful glance from Harold.

"Slikke testikler always work for Cnut; the Emma should write that for the Ragnar" Cnut murmured to Emma.

"Finger in the ass, too;" Emma said nodding in agreement.

Sensing

Cnut grunted noncommittally.

"I don't understand, Sire; is not the Emma a prize beyond compare?" Godgifu pressed, knowing Cnut could not refute her point.

"Pindsvin

Emma smirked and leaned over to whisper in Cnut's ear. He snorted, "Pindsvin will never do this," he vowed.

"Let her choose;" Emma said.

Cnut

"I'll do it!" Godgifu yelled, just as Leofric cautiously asked, "Do; what?"

Leofric

"Wow; that woman really hates paying her taxes;" Leofric said, almost in admiration.

As

Leofric

Godgifu's

Ignoring

Godgifu opened her mouth. "I;" she squeaked. Then, she just stood there, unable to say more.

"King

After

Leofric

"It's a little hard to explain;" Leofric chuckled.

"Cnut not get tax money, now. That what happen;" the King grumbled.

"Come

"I'm

Leofric

"Well

"I

"That

Leofric

"Yes, sir. Well deserved. Congratulations, sir," Frederic said, stroking Elsa's belly as he waited for his ransom.

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Legends of Godiva: Part 4
A mysterious stranger comes, the lovers are parted.

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"Oh

"So; so sorry;" Leofric said, slowly turning a greenish color.

"But,

"His

"Don't do it; don't do it;" Godgifu quietly urged through clenched teeth.

"Yes?" Sir Hulgar barked to where Frederic sat with his question.

"He did it;" Godgifu sighed, her shoulders slumping.

"But;

"The

"But

"The

At these words, the children all turned with wide eyes to where Godgifu sat, ominously gloved and veiled.

"Uh,

"Oh,

"In

Leofric

"I;"Godgifu

Godgifu's

Wide

Face

No

"Hear,

"Thank

Blushing,

"Of

"Do you; do you think they knew it was me? Godgifu and Godiva? All this time?"

Leofric

The

At

"This

Leofric's

Sensing

"I

The

With

The

Then,

"And

Relaxing

Cnut

"Uh

"Umm;" he said dubiously, "You be good? Let this one wear pants?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Uh

"Seriously?" Leofric complained, arms akimbo.

Cnut

Swimming

"Good,"

Bewildered,

Cnut

"No;

Leofric

"You are kin," Cnut barked, as if that settled the matter. "Pack for travel and go fuck wife. After dark, we ride north."

"Sire, I; I'm supposed to get married in three days. What will I tell Lady Godgifu? She'll be furious!"

"You

"Can you tell me where we're going, at least, Sire? When we'll be back?"

"Yes.

Leofric

"Where

"Why?"

Stunned,

Scowling,

"But; we're getting married! Can't it wait? Why is he going north?"

"Oh,

"What are you talking about?" Godgifu yelled, running after him. "Are you seriously angry with me?"

"Uh

Then,

Leofric

Angry,

Godgifu

"Leofric! What's wrong with you? Stop it! Let go of me!"

"Oh

Several

Angry,

Leofric

Near

Standing

"How is it that everybody likes you, Sire?" Leofric grudgingly wondered aloud, shaking his head as he watched Sir Hulgar leave.

"I

"No,

Cnut

Leofric

"My father's sister Gunhild, my aunt; she was a Dane in England that day. After that day, she was not. Her husband also dead."

"I'm very sorry, Sire."

"Men;

Leofric

"I did. She give me sons Swein and Harold," Cnut said, proudly.

"Harold, like my horse; a good name," Leofric said, grinning.

"This

Leofric suppressed a laugh, "The handsome face, helped there too, I suppose."

"With

"And Aelfgifu? Did she take the divorce well?" Leofric asked.

Cnut made a non-committal noise as he looked around the stables.

"You; you did divorce her, right?" Leofric prompted.

Cnut

Leofric

Cnut

What

In

Cnut

"This

Cnut

"Yeah,

Cnut's

"So,

Cnut

After

Leofric

"No," Leofric said, tersely.

"This is certain? I red about the 'prima nocta' in;"

"No!"

"Ah. Just; asking question;" Cnut demurred, smirking.

Leofric grunted in annoyance and shifted against the ground trying to get comfortable again.

"Because under the veils, the Godgifu is very good," Cnut said, his laughter barely suppressed.

Leofric chuckled, growing to like the Dane despite himself. "Yes, she is. Good night, Your Highness," he said.
A naughty burglar is captured and punished.

Godgifu

With

He

Leaning

His

When

"I couldn't sleep;" she whispered, leaning down again and brushing her lips softly against his.

Leofric

"I

"Don't

Godgifu

"Oh

"No!

Leofric

Godgifu

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's not commit treason," Leofric said, quickly taking the knife away from her.

"Hah!

"Dit fjols! Lad mig gå!" Gogifu yelled, trying to lift her legs to wrap them around Cnut's arm and somehow subdue him with it.

"Ah! She speak Danish, too. This is good. Vær godt, pindsvin!" Cnut ordered, giving her a shake.

"Stop calling me a fucking hedgehog, asshole!" Godgifu yelled.

"'Sire,'

Cnut

"Well,

Cnut's

"Um;

Cnut

"She's furious with me, and you think that;what;beating her? You think that will make this better? That's insane."

"Not

"The first one of you assholes that spanks me loses a fucking hand!" Godgifu yelled.

"Quiet

Leofric

Cnut

"I'm

"What

Godgifu

Widening

"Well?"

He

With

"I; I want to; feel better;" she choked, swallowing and rubbing her nose with the back of her hand.

"And

Godgifu's

Leofric

A

Leofric

A

From

Spank,

"Spread

A

"You're

"I need to come;" Godgifu whimpered.

"I

"Oh! I'm; I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Uh! That was rude! Thank you for being patient with me! I need to come!" Godgifu panted.

"Is

Godgifu

Once

Godgifu

The

Godgifu,

The

"Good morning," he said, stroking her hair back away from her sleepy face. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Um; sore?" she said, giggling.

Leofric pulled her on top of him. "I meant, how are you feeling about last night," he said.

"Do

"Ah, so you did like it. Which parts did you like?" he pried.

"See, this is talking about it, and I just said I don't want to talk about it."

"No.

"I

"Do what, exactly? You'll need to tell me what you liked, if I am to do it again," Leofric said, grinning.

Godgifu

"I enjoyed that, too. Anything else?"

"I

"Really? You liked that? Why?"

"Umm; because it made me feel like you were in control of things," she admitted.

"And why did you like that?" Leofric pressed.

"Because

"Hmm; I like that," Leofric said, smiling as he stroked her hair. "What was the best part?"

"Best part when Cnut spray seed on the Pindsvin. This very good," Cnut offered.

"You are not a part of this conversation!" Godgifu yelled, poking her head out from under the blanket to scowl at Cnut.

"Cnut is King. Cnut make law. All conversation are Cnut's. Best part is when Cnut spray seed. This law now, too. Very good."

"I can't believe you're running off with this guy instead of marrying me," Godgifu grumbled.

"The

"Again; you are not part of this conversation! Wait, what's wrong with the Emma?"

"Uh, Diva it would really be better if you didn't know more about the;" Leofric began.

"Cnut

"Wait, who's Aelfgifu?" Godgifu asked.

Leofric

"Aelfgifu

"Hold

Cnut's

Leofric and Godgifu stared after him, stunned into silence. "I; I think you hurt his feelings," Leofric said.

"You

"Why

"I should go talk to him;" Godgifu said, pulling Leofric's tunic over her head.

"Hmm; yeah. Try not to; ah, never mind," Leofric amended, thinking the better of asking her to try not to get pregnant.

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Legends of Godiva: Part 3
The Lady’s Vulnerable Moments.

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"Well,

"The church seating? Why are you looking at that?"

"From

"You're going to make me sit next to him every Sunday, aren't you."

"Well,

Through

"If

Godiva

She

If

"Ow;"

"Godi-Gifu! Fuck! Woman! an approaching voice shouted above the sound of thundering hoof beats and burbling water.

"Oow;"

"You

"Ninn; ow; don't be such a gnashgab;" she retorted, pushing herself up on her side before collapsing back into the water.

"Shut up, and stop moving before you make it worse, you; you; gowpenful-o'-anything!"

"Oh,

Leofric

"Yeah;

"I

"Just;

Godiva

"Oh,

"You

Leofric

Godiva

His

"Why don't you tell me what's troubling you," Leofric said, leaning over so she felt his warm breath in her hair.

"Right

"Well,

"And um; did you; find anything?"

"Oh;

"Um;

Leofric's

Stunned,

"Hm.

Godiva

Leofric

"Wonderful!

Though

"I'm

She

"Leofric,

"Yes? I make you;? Incoherent with lust? Forget which name you're supposed to answer to?" he prompted, grinning down at her.

"Yours;"

Leofric's

"Wha-what?" she asked, taken aback at his sudden capitulation.

"You're right. It's not fair of me to overly tempt your heart before I've made it safe," he said, simply.

"Well, it's; it's not like I'm a child! I have;"

"No,

"Well, yes, but;"

"And

"Don't be ridic;"

"No,

When

"Doing what?" he asked, innocently.

"Stop running yourself down like that! Stop making me argue your side! Stop being ridiculous!"

"Well,

"Not at the moment, saddle-goose!" she snarled.

"And

With

Leofric

"Oh,

"Of course, I would much rather have our picnic together, if you can delay your other endeavors," Leofric called up.

"What? What are you talking about? Help me, you fustilarian!" she yelled, kicking her legs angrily.

"Our

Incensed,

Leofric

Godiva

"Stand,"

Godiva

Realizing

"Uh,

"Shut

"Ooh, ooh, nuh; uh; uh; you're; mine;" she said, lost in the wet, slurping sounds his cock made as he churned inside her.

With

"You're;

The

Godiva

"And yet; you love me," Leofric gloated, unable to wipe the grin off his face.
Two proposals - one marriage, one indecent.

"Her

A

Lilly,

"What; what makes you think I would have a baby, Lilly?" she asked, trying to make her voice as steady as possible.

"My

"Well; ahem; Sir Leofric danced with a lot of women at the wedding;"

"That was just the carol, dance, though! When you danced with Sir Leofric it was special!"

"Honestly,

"But then he picked you up and twirled you in his arms! That was special!"

"That's just how they dance at court, now. Sir Leofric was showing me;"

"I

"Then, why did you have your head under her veil?" Lilly asked, turning around to look at Sir Leofric.

"Oh, well now; um; that was;"

"No,

Lilly

Muffled

Next,

On

Last

"Oh

"She's

"Well,

"Sara's

"Oh; she's an ewe? Your Sara?"

"Yes, milady. Her mum, Cleo, is too. She's a widow, like you."

At

"We;

Lady

"That

"I

Godgifu

Drained,

"I;

"No,

"Well,

"I

"Yes,

Her

"Sir Leofric, I am most honored by your kindness and forbearance;" Godgifu began.

"Wait, Lady. Don't say no, you haven't seen the gift yet;"

"Please let me finish, good sir. I am most gratified by your;"

"Will you just let me;"

"And the fact that you have troubled yourself to gain my people's favor is most;"

"Will You Just Listen, Woman? I'm Not Proposing To You!"

The

The

With

Leofric

"So,

"Will we, sir?" Frederic asked, biting on the coin and checking for a mark.

"Me and Lady Godgifu, you and your sheep; Sara?" he said, looking away from Godgifu, down to the boy.

"Between

Leofric

Frederic

Taking

"Yes, sir."

Leofric

After

"Did you require a service of me, My Lady?" he murmured.

"Oh

"By

"I'm not unhappy; just worried," she murmured, resting her cheek against his skin.

"You want to know what knights do when they're worried?"

"What?"

"We tell someone what we're worried about while we rub their shoulders," Leofric said solemnly.

Godiva

"We

"It's

"Ah," he said, succinctly.

"What do you mean 'ah,' Leofric? Someone attacked me for no reason!"

"No, no, you're right. Did you have Sir Hulgar round up suspects? Do we have them in thumbscrews until we get a confession?"

"What?

"Diva;

"You're right," she sighed, sliding off his chest and curling up against him again. "Well, at least you like me," she said.

Leofric

Her

Leofric's

Godiva

Torn

Desperately,

It

The

Nearly

"Really?" Leofric's voice rumbled against her ear, sending goosebumps through her body.

Uncertain of what he meant, and thrilled he was awake at the same time, she feigned ignorance. "Um; what?" she said lamely.

"You'd

Still,

She

"N-no; I can't believe you're even asking me," she said, managing to sound offended.

"Mmmm;

Godiva

"Oh,

Godiva

The

"You were awake all this time? You knew that I was;"

"Of course, I did. You seemed particularly delighted by this digit," he said, moving his smallest finger to her nose.

Recognizing

"Oh,

Godiva struggled in earnest, then cried out at the sharp unfamiliar pain that consumed her.

"You're

"But; but;"

"Precisely,"

"Wha-why

Leofric

His

Leofric's

"It's because you're not relaxing; you're too tense; there is something we could try, but;"

"Anything! Anything! What do I do?" she begged.

"Well,

Godiva

"I

Leofric

Shaking,

"You! I belong to you!" she gasped, weakly pushing her ass back against his stroking fingers.

"That's fucking right, you do. And why am I going to fuck the dirtiest hole you have right now?"

"Because it's yours!"

"That's

Godiva

"Yeah,

He

"No;

"Oh

His

"Don't

"I'll

"Of course, it does; but knowing you, you'll probably only realize it when I'm taken away from you," he chuckled.

A

Leofric raised his brows slightly, "Was it?" he murmured, his lips twitching, "Lucky guess, I suppose;."

Godiva

After

"Well, thank God for that," Leofric replied, smiling into her eyes, "It wouldn't be half as fun otherwise."

"And

Godgifu

"I;

"Ask, dear. Or spend two minutes with the man. Either would suffice," Godgifu said through tight lips.

"Then,

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Legends of Godiva: Part 2
A secret visit to Leofric's room lands Godiva in jail.

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She

It

"My Lady, you are unwell," Sir Hulgar said, entering the room holding Wilfred's staff.

"It

"Too many, as there always are," Sir Hulgar growled, "Rest. I will send them away, those with true need can;"

"Sir

She

"Then,

Leofric

"Well, look at her! She can barely walk," she replied, gesturing at the old woman, her face etched with concern.

"She doesn't normally walk with a staff, then?"

The

A

To

The

"Aye,"

"But,

"Aye,

The

"She

Blonde;

At

Tears

When

"Her

Leofric

"Yes,"

"Sir Hulgar;" Lady Godgifu began, after clearing her throat quietly.

"Your

At

When

At

"But,

Turning

"I

At

"And

Lady

Leofric

Much

He

Suddenly,

"Can I help you?" he asked, causing her to whirl around and squeak in surprise.

"Why is it the only times you want to help me are when you're naked?" she asked, flustered and annoyed.

"Expediency, my Lady,"

She

"Said the woman holding a town together with her virtue and living a double life as a trollop," he observed dryly.

"Oh,

"Alas,

"I;

"It's

Godiva

"Can you?" he asked.

Godiva

"At

"I'm

"Well,

"Your

"And

"That's; that's not what it seems," she said, a look of flustered shock on her face.

"I know what I heard, Godiva," Leofric said, warningly.

Godiva

Leofric

Godiva

The

Godiva

Leofric

Godiva

"That

Godiva

Blushing,

"You;

"Hmmm;

"Oh;

"As

"Consider

The

Leofric

Hoisting

Harold

Leofric

From

"Cor!

"As

Leofric

As

"Not

"Anything

When

"Thank

"You took me to jail;" she said, bewildered.

"Yes,

Harold

Growling,

"I need to undress. Turn around," Godiva said, twirling her finger.

"Respectfully,

"Turn around!" she hissed, looking around the abandoned stables, scandalized.

"Close

"They're

"You wore all this for your husband?" Leofric asked, incredulous.

"Wilfred. He wanted me safe;"

Leofric

"And you wear them still to grieve him?" he asked gently.

Godiva

Leofric

"Make love to me," she said, when they separated.

It

Godiva

Leofric

Leofric

When

Leofric

Godiva

"Oh, do shut up," he grumbled, a corner of his mouth twitching.
Leofric and Godiva reunite after a fall from her horse.

Godiva

Standing

"No,

"Yes, milady," Astrid said, curtsying as she left the room.

"What shall we discuss this morning, Sir Hulgar?" she asked, refilling her cup. "Tea?" she offered.

Sir

Godiva's

"Not

"Forgive

"Well

"It

Godiva

"One

Godiva

Suddenly,

Godiva

"Milady;?" Astrid asked, confused, watching Sir Hulgar and her mistress glare at each other.

"Never mind Astrid, it seems Sir Hulgar doesn't want Sir Leofric's flowers. I will take them here, instead," Godiva said.

"Y-yes, milady," Astrid said, and after a final glare and short bow, Sir Hulgar followed.

Godiva

It

If

After

She

If

She

"What are you doing up there?"

Leofric

"Sir Leofric! Get down from there! Do you want to break your neck?"

Leofric,

"Sir Leofric! Her Ladyship addresses you!" a man's voice now yelled up to him.

Leofric

"I; I said, 'Her Ladyship addresses you!'" Brother Phillip repeated.

"Aha!

"No, Sir Leofric! I Said, 'Her Ladyship Addresses You!'" Brother Phillip said, cupping his hands to his mouth.

"Oh!

Brother

As

Brother

By

Suddenly,

"Oh, yes a cheeky one, no doubt; I never seen Her Ladyship so riled up!"

"Did

"Aye, that one'll be lucky he don't end up in a cart of shite bumping' back to London;"

"Nay,

Godiva

After

As the day wore on, the rampant gossip turned into subtle and not-so-subtle advice from the people she visited.

"Aye,

"Yes,

"Ye

Upon

"Good

"How

Godiva

It

"And

"What

"Northman

Godiva

"It; it doesn't matter what I want, Eric;"

"Yes, yes; so I've heard. For what, then, do you pray, Lady Godgifu?"

Her throat tightened, "For everyone's health and happiness," she choked.

Reverend

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Editor’s Preface.

Lady Godgifu’s life is a subject of many legends, but sourcing the most accurate narrative is still rather challenging. Some myths, while not strictly accurate, are mere simplifications of a more complexed chronology. Campfire stories often morph the facts, but maintain the nature of the legendary strong-willed woman.

In this tome, we will venture into the influence that certain Coventry monks contributed to the lore of Lady Godiva. Sir Leofric and Lady Godgifu are clearly historical figures with a vast legacy in the British Isles.

Sir Leofric marched into the throne room and, when he was bidden, knelt before the King of England, Denmark and Norway, Cnut the Great. It was impossible for Leofric to tell whether he was to be rewarded or beheaded, such was the inscrutability of the new king's face. The knight had performed well in the wars, but performance was no guarantee of reward.

Kings were viciously unpredictable things, in his view. King Aethelred had given Leofric's eldest brother Northman a prominent earldom in Mercia. When Aethelred fell and King Cnut took his place, the new king rooted out the perpetrators of various schemes that had threatened the crown. Ealdorman Eadric, one of the more venomous snakes in the earldoms, was killed at the palace when he visited London for Christmas. On King Cnut's orders, Eadric's body was thrown over the city wall and left unburied.

Leofric's brother Northman and another man were with Eadric at the time, and though there was no evidence they were in league with Eadric, they also were killed in the incident. Leofric could easily see his eldest brother coming to the aid of a man under attack, but he refused to believe any of the rumors spread that Northman was taking bribes from Eadric. Northman was loyal to the crown and it had made him a powerful man; but too much power could put as a target on your back as well as treachery could.

Leofric's knee twinged as he waited, kneeling on the hard, cold stone, an injury from the wars that only hindered him when he wasn't on horseback, which was seldom. Harold, his massive Shire and Fresian mix horse, was the envy of many. Smarter than any horse had the right to be, Harold had saved his life more times than Leofric could count. He wondered what would happen to Harold, if King Cnut had decided to make a clean sweep of his family line.

"You are; handsome man to ladies, yes?" the king said brokenly in his lilting Danish accent, startling Leofric out of his thoughts. It was rare for the king to speak English, preferring the more cultured tongues of his advisors' translations of his Danish speech. Leofric looked around to see whom the king was addressing and was surprised to see the king's light blue eyes scrutinizing him. Leofric was somewhat versed in the rules of holding court, but he honestly couldn't think of an appropriate answer to the strange question.

"Sire?" Leofric asked, hoping not to have to answer.

King Cnut waved his hand dismissively to the hall where courtiers gathered and exchanged gossip and planned their intrigues. "Their eyes. They follow you. They speak to each other when you pass. You do not see this?"

Leofric glanced toward the hall. He had seen. Ever since Northman had been killed, he assumed the looks and the whispers were the offspring of the rumors spread to turn Northman's murder into an act of King Cnut's justice, rather than any particular admiration for his countenance or bearing. He was nothing but a wounded knight of the realm, now. Not that he could admit any of these thoughts to the king. "I am simply a knight, Sire. I try to keep my mind on my duties," he answered.

"Words of; handsome man," King Cnut snorted, then leaned over and nodded to his advisor nearby.

"Sir Leofric, His Highness wishes to convey to you his understanding of and admiration for your loyal and admirable performance in his service. It is his expressed intention to grant you the peerage of Earl Hákon upon his death, and until such time, he hereby appoints you as Ealdoman of Twywell." Leofric's eyes went wide and darted to the king who was watching for his reaction. Northman had been Ealdoman of Twywell before his death, and now it was to be his at King Cnut's order? The king's face held no mirth, but simply a wistful gravity. It would effectively put an end to the whispers, the cloud that had darkened his family name Northman's questionable death. But, why?

"Sire; I am honored. I; I don't know what to say," Leofric said, bowing his head in thanks and missing the significant look between the king and his advisor.

"There is, of course, a small matter with which His Highness would ask your assistance ere you assume your peerage. Perhaps you have heard of a small town in the West Midlands called; Coventry?

On the road to Coventry, Leofric scowled and gave Harold another kick to urge him faster. Harold, unaccustomed to such treatment, turned his head and looked at him disapprovingly. Kicking was for lesser horses, in Harold's mind. Leofric ignored him. He was too annoyed with himself for failing to reject King Cnut's offer outright. Oh, just a small matter in Coventry before you get everything you need to clear your honor and family name; what a load of bollocks.

King Cnut upon assuming the throne, besides routing out insidious plots against the Crown, had also discovered that the charming village of Coventry was "slightly delinquent in paying its taxes;" Yeah, right. Coventry was years delinquent in paying their taxes. They practically considered themselves another country.

Apparently, the last few tax collectors the King had sent to remind Coventry of their duties to the Crown were sent back bearing letters congratulating the King on his latest lavish expenditures on wars, naval fleets, and the latest London fashions, and requesting that an itemized list of expenditures that benefitted the landlocked West Midlands be sent, and at that time, Coventry would most happily pay taxes that were proportionate to the Crown's expenditures. The King's tax collectors had also been sent back relieved of the burden of their pants.

"I understand, Sire. Give me a regiment and I'll have them in order. Who is the disloyal overlord?" Leofric said, standing as the King bid him.

"The letters were signed 'The Lady Godgifu, Countess of Mercia,'" the King's advisor said, looking uncomfortable, "She is possessed of many lands in the area and the people are unfailingly loyal to her. What is more, she has the devoted support of the church, to whom she has been consistently and excessively generous. An armed conflict would likely end very badly for all. We believe it would be better to handle the matter with more; delicacy; than a regiment of soldiers might endeavor," the advisor concluded.

"A regiment of pants! So expensive!" chortled the King.

"So, you want me to go there alone; with nothing?" Leofric said, incredulous.

"She is widow. You go with handsome face. This is enough," the King said waving dismissively.

"Sire, forgive me, but I am not a man of a temper to woo;"

"And as a wedding gift for your nuptials to the Countess Godgifu, you shall be granted the Earldom of Mercia and all of its privileges. His Highness has written to the Countess and advised her of your coming at his behest. We will see you fitted out properly for attire ere you go. The Countess is most careful about propriety," the advisor finished.

"And bathed much, yes. The ladies, they like this," the King added, nodding sagely.

Leofric angrily threw the core of the apple he was eating into the woods nearby. Un-fucking-believable. He was a knight! Perhaps not as able as he once was, but he had worked tirelessly in service to the Crown and now he was being sent off to flatter a rich old shrew that he was to take to wife like he was no better than a common whore! The insult was not to be suffered! Of course, they knew he would jump at the chance, too. His honor handed back to him on a silver platter by the King, himself. What was worse, was that he had no other option. His loyalty would be in question if he refused a request made by the King himself. Leofric knew he had been played masterfully.

So incensed was he, that it was a while before Leofric realized that Harold had left the road and gone into the wood in search of the apple core he had discarded. "Harold, not now. I'll give you another apple later," he grumbled, pulling the reins around to turn back to the road and giving him another kick. Harold's ears flattened and he turned around and nipped Leofric's leg, refusing to turn from the wood. The stupid horse wasn't even sniffing the ground, though, seeming to follow an entrancing scent in the air.

"Fine, you find our way to Coventry without the road. Everyone says you're smarter, anyway," Leofric said, dismounting and walking alongside the beast, needing to stretch his legs. The wood was secluded, but not dense, allowing patches of sunlight to lighten the floor of the lush forest. Cursing himself for leaving the caravan carrying the rest of his belongings, he took a piece of dried meat from his pack and wondered how far they were from the town.

That was when he heard the voice. High and yet rich, clear as a bell, and joyfully free. He wondered how long it had been since he had heard a woman singing like that. As a soldier at war, he heard women crying out for help, wailing in despair, begging for money. At court, he heard the careful polished tones of practiced beauty, but nothing even coming close to this. It was pure and simple, without a care in the world.

He followed the voice deeper into the wood, Harold at his side, still sniffing the air. As he drew closer, the sound of the voice was mixed with the sound of water splashing. Slowing, Leofric approached a clearing where the sunlight penetrated the forest to shine down upon a clear pond, in the middle of which swam a woman wearing nothing more than what God had given her.

He watched her turn onto her back and float in the water, arms and legs spread wide. Her skin fairly shone in the sunlight, pale and beautiful. Her tits bobbed happily above the surface, nipples hard and erect, her long hair spread out in the water like a golden aura around her. She closed her eyes and continued singing with that voice that made the war hardened things inside him go soft.

Forgetting all else, Leofric pulled off his boots, leather tunic and leggings and left them in a heap next to a tree. Then silently, careful not to disturb the water, he swam out to the middle of the pond and began floating next to her. He smiled, feeling the waters swirl about the hairs covering his body, ticklish and gentle. Closer now, he could not only hear her voice, but also her gentle breaths, even the soft crackle of her mouth as her lips formed the words of the song.

Her voice relaxed him and he closed his eyes, waiting for her to discover his presence, wondering how she would react. She wasn't a girl, virginal and inexperienced. Such tedious creatures scream at any possible overture for play, even when they desire it. This was a woman, with rounded hips and full tits. Such a woman bathing nude, alone, in the forest; she had other options, Leofric thought.

A woman was more free of the expectations of purity that were forced upon young unmarried women, free of fear of a man's body and how it might make her feel, free of the pressure to rigidly make every choice correctly lest her future hopes be dashed by the consequences of impropriety. Such a woman could choose more easily to indulge in a lusty interlude, if it presented itself appealingly to her. That was his hope; to be chosen, enjoyed. War presented men many opportunities for lust, but few for true choice, pure enjoyment. Too many haggard women, suffering through a giving a man relief for a few coppers, rather than someone choosing to spoil themselves with a naughty treat. Nothing depressed him more than being seen as a distasteful chore to suffer through, only to briefly relieve starvation.

Now, the distasteful chore was his to do. What a joke his life had become. Until he'd heard the voice in the wood, he'd forgotten what;wait, where was the voice? Frowning, he opened his eyes to see large green eyes encircled with wet lashes staring at him in; bemusement? "Can I help you?" he asked her, watching her eyes look him over, more curious than afraid.

"You're a soldier;" she said, eyes taking in the healed scars on his face, lingering on his shoulder that had taken a lance a few months back.

"A knight," he clarified, wishing he could be standing. Lying in the water was so passive, not displaying his offerings to their best advantage, and he found himself wanting to do well in in this beguiling creature's inspection.

"Perhaps once, but not now," she murmured, running her hand down his thigh to rest near his wounded knee, a look of pained concern on her face. Leofric resisted the impulse to pull his vulnerable joint away from her touch. She wasn't hurting him, but it would be easy for her to do so. "Someone has taken great pains to pretty you up, recently, though," she said, taking his hand in hers and running her thumb over his fingernails that had been smoothed and scrubbed carefully by the king's attendants.

Leofric righted himself in the water, still letting her hold his hand, and cleared his throat. "I'm on an; errand; for the King. His Highness believes the Lady Godgifu, Countess of Mercia, would benefit from; counsel," he said, hesitating to be explicit about his humiliating task to woo a pious, rich, widow with nothing but some new foppish clothes and his man-pretty face. God in Heaven, he could barely admit it to himself, much less to this bewitching nymph that was treading water before him.

The woman's face subtly danced with a suppressed smile, and Leofric struggled to keep himself from pulling her into his arms. She wasn't fleeing, she wasn't screaming, and she was obviously reluctant to stop touching or looking at him. He found himself wondering how her body would feel against his in the weightless water, her wet, pouting lips against his. She actually drew nearer to him, reaching up to touch his face, "Does the King suppose the Lady Godgifu cannot tolerate a bearded man in her presence;" she asked, stroking his newly shaven face, "or one with the long and untamed hair of a man at war?" Her small hand reached back and her fingers stroked into his carefully trimmed wet locks.

She must have been a good deal shorter than him, he realized, though treading in the water had brought them face to face. Her arms were slight, but strong, and having wrapped them loosely around his shoulders, he now felt her soft naked body brushing against his. Caution still bid him to leave the woman her freedom, though, and he refrained from sliding his hands up her slender waist, though the temptation to do so was maddening.

"The King means for you to entreat her Ladyship into marriage, doesn't he?" the woman said quietly with a note in her voice not of derision, but compassion. Leofric looked aside, having difficulty meeting her eyes. At this response, she continued, "After all you have suffered in his service, instead of honoring you, he reduces the rest of your lifetime into nothing but a convenient remedy for a political whim; I'm sorry you were treated that way," she murmured.

"It is not easy to rule a kingdom; I'm sure His Highness wishes he had other options," Leofric admitted, grudgingly.

"Did you have other options?" the woman asked, running her fingertips along his strong shoulders, seemingly fascinated with his body. "Why would you agree to such a task, if you find it so unwholesome?" she asked.

"It was the King's request, and I am a man of duty," he responded, allowing himself to put his hands on her waist at last, drawing her to him. "Though, admittedly, in return the King would; remedy a great wrong for my family," he said.

"Oh;" she whispered, her eyes lowered from his, seemingly troubled. "Then, I truly wish you every success; there is little the heart could not endure for the sake of family," she said, pressing against him now as he wrapped his arms around her. He felt the soft wet curls of her womanhood brushing his torso, his hot turgid member pressed against her thigh. "All these things taken into account, though; why are you here, Sir Knight, in a pond with me?" she asked, her warm breath falling on him in short pants.

"Perhaps, my heart could not endure missing the chance to meet you, Lady;" he murmured, leaning forward and tasting her lips with his. He felt her body tense with a quick intake of air, and then slacken as she surrendered to the pleasure. The kiss deepened and her legs wound around him tightly, their bodies sliding together as she fitted herself to him more intimately. "I'm going to lay you in yon patch of clover and do things to you that will make you confess your faith and scream my name," he rumbled.

"But I; I don't know your name," she panted.

"Sir Leofric, Ealdoman of Twywell at your service, milady," he said, lifting her higher and taking her tit in his mouth, sucking on it, tasting the clear water mixed with the slight musk of her flesh. He felt her moan and shiver, arching her back to present herself to him more easily. With a grunt of approval, Leofric sucked greedily, rolling her nipple with his tongue, and feeling her squirm against him in pleasure. "Have I your consent?" he asked, releasing her from his mouth with a soft pop.

"I do; wait, no; I mean, you do; I mean; wait, what do I mean?" she asked, writhing against him in her need, now. "Yes, let's swim to shore and fuck," she said, squeaking as he took her other tit in his mouth and tugged on it gently with his teeth.

"No need, milady," he said, putting his feet to the bottom of the pond and standing up in the water, "I will be your trusty steed, if you are of the humor to ride me," he laughed quietly.

"Good Lord you're tall," she gasped looking down and clinging to him, "Don't drop me; I still have many things to do before I die."

"I like a busy woman," he laughed, and their lips met again as he started for the edge of the pond with long urgent strides, the extra weight paining his knee, but on this occasion, he couldn't care less.

Leofric carried her to where the dappled sunlight lit a thick carpet of clover near an old oak tree and without releasing her, lowered himself to the ground. Immediately, she lifted up and positioned herself over his manhood, but he stopped her. "Nay, do not rush so, milady. You've just been in water, and you're not prepared to take me yet. Turn around and let me ready you," he told her.

Her mouth opened and she appeared ready to argue with him, no doubt to protest that she was no untried virgin, but then he led her eyes with his down to the girth and length of the manhood straining under her. He chuckled as her eyes widened, her mouth closed, and she turned around and straddled his face without another word.

He sighed with pleasure, examining the delicate folds of the rich pink flower she presented him. He loved this position, the way it placed her so perfectly for him, the way the globes of her round white ass danced so freely for him, and the way it would force her legs to remain apart for him, even when her body was clenching and spasming in ecstasy.

He leaned up and stroked his tongue up and down her slit, tasting nothing but the water. The lady obviously kept herself clean, but also the water had washed away her natural lubrication. She would have been hurt badly if she had tried to fit him inside her like this, he thought. Women; too many of them all too ready to forego their own pleasure in the face of a man's urgent desire. Did they not know that their pleasure feeds a man's, as well? With a growl, he dove into her petals and made love to her with his mouth.

Leofric was no novice when it came to bringing a woman around with his mouth and before long, her gasps had turned to wails and he tasted her wet response to him, salty and tart and with a growl, he greedily lapped it away. He was in no hurry and he knew he could bring her around to give him more. He would last forever to coax this woman to give him more of her heady nectar, and the pleasure of it took his mind off his own need.

Soon, though, he felt his flower inching away from him as she stretched her shorter frame to reach his manhood with her mouth. Teasingly, he grabbed her ass and pulled her back to where he wanted her and gave her a spank. She made a noise of discontent and began inching forward again, wiggling awkwardly because her knees were unable to reach the ground when she sat astride his chest.

Amused, he watched her progress forward. Just when he felt her tongue lick the tip of his cock, he pulled her back again, feeling her arms go out from under her and her body smack down on his torso. He laughed heartily at her annoyed bark. She was not a woman to be denied for long, though, and he eventually conceded to her desires and curled forward to allow them both to pleasure each other at the same time.

Her lips, though alluring in the water, were utterly magical on land. She took him deep in her mouth, sucking him and rubbing her tongue round and round his head, before slowly pulling back and increasing the suction with a deep pull. "Nuh! Oh God, woman, you are a treasure!" he exclaimed, bending his knees and lifting his hips for her, helpless to do otherwise.

He buried his face in her flower again and focused on bringing her to bloom again before she made him spill himself in her hungry mouth. He would enjoy feeding her his seed, but at his core, he needed to stretch her, fill her, see her face when he claimed her deep inside. Ruthlessly, he suckled on her clit, rubbing it along the softest part of his inner lips, until she was whimpering around his cock and finally released him to cry out her delight and bring another flood of her nectar to his mouth.

He smiled, watching her toes curl into adorable tight fists, feeling her shaking against him with the delight he had given her. Before she fully recovered, he reached forward and pulled her body around to face him again. "Take me inside you now, lady. I would see your face as you ride me," he said, stroking her wet hair back from her face. She nodded in spent obedience, and rose up, guiding him to her entrance.

He watched her eyes close and her mouth open as he stretched her tight passage to accommodate him. Her warm, wet massage around his cock was a sweet welcome. She rose up and slid down on him a few times, until he felt the head of his cock press against the entrance to her womb. With eyes still closed, she smiled widely and then looked down to where their bodies joined. She had taken all but a couple inches of his length. A woman offering a man release for a few coppers seldom became excited enough to be able take more than half of what he offered, but having this woman's warm, wet caress around most of him was exquisite.

"Oh, hell no;" she said, grunting in dissatisfaction.

"Is there something amiss, lady?"

"Shut up and hold still. There's no way I'm not getting this whole thing in," she barked, putting her hands back on his thighs for balance and beginning to bounce up and down on him with a vengeance.

He laughed heartily, putting his arms back behind his head and watching her with delight. The nimbus of sunlight around her played up and down her body as she rode him, obviously enjoying herself. Her tits rose and fell, bouncing merrily with each luscious stroke. Her hips rolled and her strong thighs squeezed him, but most transfixing was her face. Even with her eyes closed, he could read her like a book, the shuddering pleasure she felt upon being filled with him, but even better on the upstroke, the shattering sensation made her open her mouth and gasp until she greedily sought him to fill her again. She was a vision.

So absorbed he was in her glorious ride that he was taken by surprise when her eyes opened and met his with a look of triumph. Her dark blonde curls were pressed against his black ones and all of his hard length was inside her. "Congratulations, Lady," he said admiringly, "I honestly believed the task was beyond you, but that I would enjoy your efforts."

She only smiled wearily, panting. She was exhausted. With a chuckle, he rolled them over and covered her body with his. Purring in satisfaction and gratitude, she reached up and stroked his face with a shaky hand. He leaned down and kissed her again as he stroked inside her, languishing in her exquisite embrace. Her legs curled up around him, rolling her hips to meet every steady thrust. "Uh; uh; uh; uh;" her panting grunts filled the wood around them, as his cock filled her smaller frame so full that it forced the noise from her body. "Oh, Leofric!" she gasped, and he felt her squeezing him with yet another orgasm.

"Now, if you're quite satisfied, milady, I would like to spend myself sometime this season. Chivalry has its limits," I said.

"Oh God yes, you've earned it. Fuck me hard," she begged.

Smiling at his favorite words, Leofric lifted her legs up to his shoulders and began thrusting into her more quickly. Though only just satisfied, the woman squealed with delight and urged him on, the lusty wet sounds of their union and the slapping of their flesh echoing around them. "Fuck! Fuck me with that hard cock! Yes! Yes! Yes! Uh, uh, uh, uh, wee!"

"That's right, little nymph; you take it. You take it all," he said, putting his hand into her hair, turning her face to his. "Now, I'll fill you till you overflow with my seed, Lady. Be you ready?" he hissed through gritted teeth, his rhythm breaking into jerky thrusts as his peak hit him.

"Yes! Oh yes! Oh, oh, oh; wee! Gimme your cum, please! Please!" she squealed. At her words, he winced and with a slight gasp he released, his cock filling her wet cunt with bursts of warm seed. Under him, her eyes went wide as she felt him swell and release inside her, then looked up at him with such wonder and contentment that he felt an unblemished rush of pride and satisfaction. If only life were always this simple, he thought wistfully.

The two stayed there kissing, talking and making love again and again, their limbs entwined under the oak tree, as the sun climbed the sky. Leofric told her stories of his travels as a knight, his childhood, even briefly of the death of his brother Northman and the pall it had cast upon his family.

"And after all that, you're still going to Coventry to bind yourself with Mary the Ever-Virgin's most devout follower? I don't think she's even seen a cock for years! What about the rest of your life?" she asked.

"If I could stop the sun rising, I would spend the rest of it here with you," Leofric teased, playing with one of her locks of wavy hair that had dried to a lighter blonde.

"Then, do it. Haven't you given enough? Leave the King and the Countess to their squabbles. Stay with me, instead. Why not let yourself just be happy?" she asked, curled up in the nook between his arm and unwounded shoulder, stealing the warmth of his body.

Leofric sighed. He had hoped things wouldn't end between them like this. The appeal of a grown woman, besides knowing herself and being more free to allow herself some pleasure, was that she almost always had a life to live afterward that didn't involve him. Usually, the way things progressed allowed him to be sure this was the case, but he realized that he knew almost nothing about this creature curled up against him; only that he was loathe to let her go. He realized that he hadn't even learned her name, but he knew she was irresistible; and dangerous. She could make any man forget his obligations.

"I have a duty," he said quietly. "My life has been filled with many unpleasant tasks; the only thing justifying me in God's eyes, now, is that what I have done has been in loyal service to one in authority over me. If I forsake my duty, what has it all been for?" he said, almost to himself.

He felt her rise over him, her eyes filled with tears. "Let me tell you something about duty," she said, surprising him with her quiet intensity, the tears of what he realized was rage, now rolling down her cheeks. "Duty; unlike life; never ends. It also never gives back. It just takes and takes and fucking takes until there's nothing left but an old body and a hollow sense of pride. You go face God and tell him that you always did what the latest political schemer told you to do! I'm going to tell him what I chose to do with the life he gave me!" she yelled, jumping up and giving a piercing whistle.

Out of nowhere, a lovely marbled white filly with a grey mane and legs galloped up, followed closely by an aroused Harold. With a graceful jump, she lept up onto her horse bareback and wheeled around to look at him once more as he and his injured knee slowly regained his feet. "Good luck prostituting yourself to your King and the Ever-Virgin," she hissed, then galloped away in a naked and glorious fury. Then, much to his consternation, so did Harold.

Leofric stood there alone, completely dumbfounded. What happened? Where had all that fire suddenly come from? They'd just spent a most pleasurable day together and then this. She'd seemed so reasonable until now. He was even thinking to ask her to continue on as his mistress if he married Lady Godgifu, a mistress who would be certainly more cherished and treasured than a piously frigid wife.

Leofric sighed. Women made no sense. He stretched and began walking back toward the tree where he'd left his clothing, only to discover that nothing but his boots remained. He groaned. At least the tax collectors had been left their tunics, he thought, pulling on his boots and trudging back toward the road. Why had he left the caravan, again? God, he was an idiot. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled for Harold. After waiting and hearing nothing, he realized that the woman's mare was probably in heat. He'd never catch up to her now, and he'd be lucky if he ever saw Harold again. Damn horse.

That was how Sir Leofric, the newly dubbed Ealdorman of Twywell, came to be limping up to the door of the new Coventry monastery, and rang the bell, wondering how he would explain his naked and terrifyingly sunburnt condition to the monks. He needn't have bothered worrying. When the door opened, Leofric looked down at the shaved head of a man with a merry face, wearing a monk's habit. Leofric opened his mouth to speak, but the monk only raised his hand to stop him from speaking. "Godiva;" he sighed wearily, shaking his head as he opened the door wider for the knight to come inside.

"So; you seem to have aroused the ire of Lady Godiva more effectively than dozens of the King's tax collectors," Brother Mark observed offhandedly while digging through a pile of folded pants and occasionally holding a pair up to Leofric's long body.

Leofric grunted in response. After drinking three pitchers of water and falling asleep in a spare bed, he had awakened the next morning with his bright red skin screaming in searing pain under the light blanket they had thrown over him, and a burning desire to mete out revenge upon the woman the monks called "Lady Godiva." Apparently, over the years, she had sent numerous half-nude men to their door by somehow convincing them to take off their clothing and then inhospitably riding off with their pants. The monks had even engaged some of the poorer families to sew a stockroom full of replacement pants to be ready for the men that fell victim to her.

"These will fit you in the middle, but I'm afraid we have nothing that will even come close to suiting you for length. You will need to have new ones made once you're back in London;" Brother Mark said, handing him a pair of simple pants made of a strong, rough fabric more commonly used to hold animal feed.

"I'm not going back to London," Leofric said, pulling the pants on and wincing at the sensation, "I have a duty. I will be going on to Coventry and holding counsel with the Lady Godgifu," he gritted out.

"So fine a lady; may she never sleep," the monk said, bowing his head reverently. "When the King took power over Coventry from King Athelred, he destroyed the nunnery here that was providing relief to the people, leaving not one stone upon another. Many would have perished, then, but for Lady Godgifu's goodness. Immersed in her grief over the cruel death of her husband, she devoted herself and a great deal of her late husband's wealth to the care and nurturing of her people. The town would not be here, but for her. We all owe her a debt of life," he said, looking off toward the town with more devotion than Leofric had seen in church.

As Leofric considered his next words, the sounds of the monastery registered in his ears, rather louder and more familiar than what he was accustomed to hearing in such a place. It occurred to him that he would have to speak with Lady Godgifu about more than just taxes. "I should set out quickly, then. Might you also have a tunic I could use?"

"Alas, we only keep a stock of the taxpayers' pants and our habits here. I beg your pardon, but we will not be able to lend you one of our robes. The Lady Godgifu has forbidden any but priests to wear them, since King Cnut killed all of the priests on the assumption that we had disguised soldiers in our garb. Since then, we have not had occasion to clothe a fully naked man, before. One wonders how you found such ill favor in the Lady Godiva's eyes;" the monk commented again, obviously hoping for a bit of gossip.

"Brother, you had the right idea when you gave women up. There is no reasoning with them," Leofric grumbled.

"Ah; I'm sure you're right. Of course, I always try to reason with my clothing on. I'll tell Brother Phillip you will be joining him on his trip to town today. He will be glad of the company," Brother Mark said, leaving him alone.

Leofric endured the bumpy ride to town in Brother Phillip's cart as stoically as he could. With each jolt, the scratchy pants scrubbed another layer of skin off his sunburned buttocks, but that was nothing to the heat emanating off the newly baked bread filling the cart. When the roads turned to the vibrating bumps of cobblestone in the streets of Coventry, Leofric jumped off the back of the cart rather than endure the torture any longer. After thanking Brother Phillip, he followed the directions he was given to reach the home of Lady Godgifu.

Coventry impressed him with its cleanliness and order. Unlike so many other towns, the streets were relatively dry, the liquid waste being cleverly channeled out of town through a series of stonework gulleys. He entered the town square to find a thriving marketplace. Many stalls sold fabrics of a variety of colors, most commonly blue woad. His shirtless appearance drew many eyes and smiles to him, but it was his pants that made the smiles become even wider.

He looked around for any sign of his belongings being sold by the vendors, but saw nothing familiar. Next, Leofric checked the local stables, for it was almost certain that his steed would turn up in one of them. Harold was a horse of enviable size and intelligence, a prize few would leave wandering about without an owner.

He walked downhill to a street where several of the townsfolk directed him, and found a surprisingly pristine lane with scrupulously clean stables lining the sides. Again, he was grudgingly impressed. By housing the animals only in one section, it enabled the waste of the animals to be channeled away from the town and down into an area where farmers took it away for their crops. As a result, the town was almost free of the smell of animal excrement, and he suspected, suffered far less disease.

Still, it did leave him with a long lane of stables to search. Thankfully, Leofric saw a young man go tumbling into the street out of one, holding a currying brush and suspected the cause. Harold was very particular about how the backs of his haunches were groomed. He whistled for the horse and was happy to see his black monster come trotting happily out of the stable and stand before him, as if expecting his promised apple.

"This one yours, sir? Cor, he's a beaut!" the young man said, admirably not seeming to hold a grudge for his fall.

"He is. He ran off from me yesterday. I'm glad to see he's been well cared for. Might you know how he arrived here?" Leofric asked casually.

The young man's eyes flickered down to his pants several times, nervously. "He was just in one of the stalls when I came down here this morning, Sir," he said.

"I see. Well, thank you for caring for him. I expect to stay for a while. Whom should I see about the fee?" he asked.

"That'll be Mr. Talbot, sir. You'll find him at the inn. The Minxy Mare, sir."

"Thank you, you've been very helpful. Your name?"

"Uh; my name's Hamlet, sir. Just 'Ham,' though, sir, if you please," he said, still glancing down at Leofric's pants.

"Well, thank you, Ham. I should caution you on Harold's currying. Watch the curl of the back haunches, and go lightly on the flanks. He is accustomed to wearing different trappings than what your horses usually;"

"He's usually in barding, then, sir? Yea, I saw that from the flow of his hairs on his;" Ham began, then stopped short and his eyes widened.

"Yes, he is," Leofric said, looking more closely at the young man. "Funny that a boy your age should know about the trappings of war horses;" he said quietly, leaving the statement in the air between them.

"Must get on, sir. They don't allow me to keep horses in the lane, here. Don't want the mess, you see. I'll be sure to mark your words though, sir," Ham said, swallowing and leading Harold back into the stables.

From there, Leofric walked to the Minxy Mare Inn and walked inside. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he found that the walls were decorated exclusively with pants, with one exception: where his own leather tunic hung directly over his pants in a place of honor.

"Good morning! Can I help you, sir?" a portly man asked, hobbling up to him.

"Good morning. Yes, at the stables, I was told to ask for a Mr. Talbot here. Is he about?"

"Aye, that would be myself, sir. You have need of a room, as well?"

"I do, in fact. Though, I appear to have mislaid several of my belongings for the time being," Leofric said, not moving his eyes from his clothing displayed on the wall. "Sir Leofric, Ealdorman of Twywell at your service," he said, turning and nodding to the older man, then returning his gaze to his clothing. "I assume a line of credit from His Highness, King Cnut will be acceptable payment?" he asked.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leofric saw Talbot set his jaw and cross his arms. "Begging your pardon, sir, but His Highness' debts in these parts are great indeed, and have gone too long unpaid. I can let you the room until you find your belongings, though, sir. Your word is good enough for me," Talbot said.

"What is the rate?"

"The room, board, and stabling would be four schillings per night; plus, the horse tax, of course."

"And what will it be with the tax?"

"Two pounds," Talbot said evenly.

"Ten times as much; that's a significant horse tax, Mr. Talbot," Leofric said lightly, not moving his eyes from the wall displaying the trophy of his clothing.

"Aye; would you be wanting anything else, sir?" Talbot said, looking back and forth between Leofric's pants and the wall.

Leofric smiled, barely containing his laughter. He wondered what other bread crumbs Godiva had left for him. "You've done quite enough, Mr. Talbot. Thank you. Might you tell me where I could find a good tailor? I will be in counsel with the Lady Godgifu, today, and I will need something more appropriate to wear," he said.

"Aye, you'd be wanting Rose Morgan's shop, a few streets over. If you're visiting with the good lady, there's none better," Talbot said.

At Rose Morgan's shop, Leofric found that the shop owner just happened to have several pairs of men’s' pants near completion, but none that would suit his height. "I'm very sorry, sir. I just finished working on a wedding dress for the Miller girl and hadn't had the chance to see the latest decorations at the Minxy Mare, or I'd have gotten something ready for you, straight on," she explained, while measuring his legs from waist to ankle with several pins in her mouth.

"You receive a lot of business from the Minxy Mare, then?" Leofric queried lightly.

"Not as much as we used to, but things pick up in tax season, of course."

"Of course," Leofric said.

"You know, if you don't mind, you favor my late husband somewhat in size, and if you are in a hurry, I could lend you some of his things, until your order is ready; you might find folks a bit more friendly if you weren't wearing these," she said, inspecting the hem stitching with a small smile on her face.

"That would be very kind of you, thank you," Leofric said. Rose straightened and took in his broad shoulders, slim hips, and neck size with a critical eye before nodding and walking out of the room.

Stepping down from the platform where he'd stood for the seamstress' measurements, he looked longingly at a chair in the corner before deciding against it. The burlap pants had been chafing his sunburnt skin all day, and the very thought of sitting in them was excruciating.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leofric saw a small figure dart behind several bolts of cloth leaning in the corner. "In the name of His Highness, King Cnut, I charge thee stand and state thy purpose, villain!" he commanded.

Large blue eyes peered out of the cloth and a girl, no older than six years old, scrambled out from the rolls of cloth, straightened her dress, and clasped her hands in front of her tightly. "You seem overly short, villain. Are you a gnome?" he asked, squatting to look her in the eye.

The girl shook her head vigorously, but remained mute. Leofric leaned his head to see behind her, "Hmm; I see no wings upon your back, so you are no fairy; unless you, too, have also met up with the highway robber known as Lady Godiva and she stole them off your back," he said, scrutinizing her.

"I am a girl, sir! And Diva is not a highway robber! She's nice! She taught me the secret stitch that nobody else knows! You shouldn't say unkind things about good people when you wear those pants, sir. Those pants mean you take money from people who need it more. That's mean," she said, outraged.

"You know about these pants, then, Little One?" he asked, realizing belatedly that squatting in burlap was a very bad idea, but now that he had a direct source of information about Lady Godiva, he was reluctant to give up his advantage.

"I made those pants," the girl said proudly, pointing at a place near the hem at what was supposed to be the ankle, but was almost up at his knee. "That's where I do the secret stitch. Diva showed me how to backstitch so it doesn't unravel, but to do the secret stitch there so it looks pretty like a flower. See?" she said, turning his cuff and showing him the stitchery.

"Ah yes, very pretty. I wouldn't think the Lady Godiva believed I deserved such finery. She was quite upset with me, when last we met," he said, quietly.

"Did you try to take her money?"

"No; she, ah, asked me for something; and it was something I was not free to give her," Leofric said, carefully.

"Did she take it anyway? That's what she does with pants," the girl said matter-of-factly.

Leofric roared with laughter, making the girl back up several steps toward the rolls of cloth in the corner. Wiping tears from his eyes, he waved her back. "You are wise beyond your years, child. I suspect she took what she wanted without my knowing it; but she is such a lady that I think what she took is better off in her care. Do you see her often?"

The girl's answer was cut short when Rose re-entered the room with a hunter's tunic and pants. "These might be a bit snug on you, but they'll look and feel better than burlap," she said handing the clothing to Leofric. "Please give my best wishes to Lady Godgifu. I don't know what Anne and I would have done without her these last few years."

"I will, madam. You have my thanks," Leofric said, taking the clothes from her. "Your little one was just showing me a stitch she had learned from the Lady Godiva. Do you happen to;"

The seamstress whirled around just in time to see the back of the little girl's dress disappear around the corner. "That Better Be All You Ever Learn From Her, Anne!" Rose shouted. Then, turning, she skewered him with a glare, "You'd best be moving on, sir. You'll not gain favor here, talking about that woman with my daughter. I'll have your order ready this Saturday." After mumbling apologies, Leofric dressed quickly in the clothes and left.

The more he strode up the hill to the home of Lady Godgifu, despite his more comfortable clothing, the more Leofric grew weary. As a knight, he had lived his life in line with the Code of Chivalry. He was bound in his duties to the King, but obeying those God has placed in authority was only one of the vows in the Code. As he climbed and pictured himself pitching woo to Lady Godgifu, it struck him hard that he would be violating his vow to speak the truth at all times. How could he honorably attempt to marry a dried-up saint, when his heart and his mind kept wandering back to a naked sinner swimming in a secluded pond in the wood?

Godiva leaned her head on her folded hands, as if in prayer. Why had she been so foolish? Why didn't she just scream, leave him there in the water, and steal his pants like she always did? It was his fault, really. Why was he was just floating there next to her? He hadn't tried to sneak up on her. He hadn't offered stupid words meant to fool her into a tawdry tryst. He hadn't looked anything like the overfed toads that Cnut had sent to drain her town of its life blood, either. He was beautiful; beautiful, and weary, and sad in a way that called to her, because she knew what it was to breathe the heavy air that he had breathed. She, too, had suffered wounds and endured a life of saying "no" to herself for the sake of duty. Now, her indulgence threatened to destroy all she had built.

She had to get Leofric out of town. That's all there was to it. She had to get him out of here before he ruined everything. She'd have to move fast, but unfortunately, moving fast was completely beyond her abilities at the moment.

"Astrid, I'll need my husband's staff today. I'm afraid I'm not feeling well," she said, after summoning her maid. Through the veil she wore, Godiva saw her maid's face turn into a mask of worry.

"Milady, you should stay in bed. Hulgar will;"

"It's Sir Hulgar, Astrid. He has earned the respect of his title many times over, but despite what he thinks, his feats have not earned him authority over me. Please fetch the staff," she said, watching the maid curtsey and leave the room. She sighed. Now, the maid would probably tell Sir Hulgar that she suffered an ailment of some sort and then her knight protector would badger her the entire day to lie abed and protect her health.

If Sir Hulgar knew that her "ailment" was actually a swath of angry, bright-red, and chafed skin between her soft thighs gained by galloping several miles bareback while naked after rigorously consorting with the latest tax collector in a clover patch, he would probably die of shock, but not before reminding her of the importance of her virtue and high moral standing to the town with his dying gasps.

As if she didn't know. Practically from her infancy, she had been taught that purity and virtue were the only things valued in a wife; so much so that she had actually trembled when Lord Wilfred had taken her hand upon their introduction. It was the first time a man who was not related to her had touched her. She remembered that his skin was rough, weather-worn from long days of riding on the King's orders to keep peace in the land. That's what he had called it, keeping peace.

Wilfred's hand was enormous compared to her small pale one. It was no stretch of the imagination to think that his hand could crush hers without even trying, but looking up into his eyes, she saw that such unwarranted violence was not in his nature. She noticed that he was only daring to touch her gently with only his fingertips, as if she were a newborn babe still in its mother's arms, his face solemn and concerned. His careful restraint made her laugh with delight, and she pulled him to her table to see her embroidery and the other crafts that women were expected to make. Curious, he touched the fine stitchwork, as if it were made by magic. She laughed again when his enormous fingers could barely pick up the tiny needles she used, but she loved that he had tried.

"You have clever fingers, Little One," he said, taking a knee so that he could see her face more closely.

"Oh? Is that why you've talked with my father about me?" she asked, coyly.

When she chanced a glance at him, she saw that troubled thoughts wrestled behind his eyes and she knew he was struggling with what to say to her. She felt sad that her childish flirtation had burdened him; perhaps he didn't even want to marry her. Men often didn't yearn to marry like women did. They didn't need to. They could ride and fight and have adventures without anyone thinking anything amiss. A woman who did not marry, though, she was a dangerous unknown. If she did not embroider, make food, manage the household, and above all, give her husband a family; people did not know what to do with her. They did not even know what such a woman was.

"Never mind," she said and patted Wilfred's large hand before standing and taking it in hers, "Would you show me your horse? Papa says he looks like he's half-dragon;" she said, trying to lead him to the stables, before she stopped because Wilfred had remained where he was, kneeling next to her, holding her hand in his.

"Little One, a man marries a woman for the comforts she brings him," Wilfred said, his low gravely voice more accustomed to shouting orders at men and horses. "He marries to be cared for, to give his life some joy and peace," he said, his face weathered from life. "I spoke to your father, because after seeing you riding with your maid, so happy and carefree, I yearned for those comforts. I yearned for a home; and I knew I would have no peace until I knew you were safe in my care. That is why I spoke to your father; because when a man finds a treasure, he has no peace until he can hold it close to his tit. Will you let me keep you safe?" he asked.

"I would be most grateful to be in your care, Lord Wilfred;" she whispered, suddenly shy and acutely aware of his hand holding hers. "But, will you still show me your dragon?" she asked.

At that, Wilfred roared with laughter, startling her. "I will show you the fearsome beast, but you must do exactly as I say, Little One, lest he eat you up in a mouthful," he rumbled.

"Oh, honestly! Horses don't eat people! You're just trying to scare me. He wouldn't eat me any more than you would;" she scoffed, pulling on his hand as he got to his feet.

Wilfred scooped her up in his arms, ignoring her squeal of surprise, "Perhaps not ‘more’ than I would, Little One," he said, nestling her under against his side and carrying her with one arm, "But don't tempt me to take a taste, ere the banns are red."

Godiva wiped the tears off her face under her veil, hearing footsteps returning to her room. Wilfred had kept her safe. She discovered that as long as she did as she was told, there was no gentler soul in the realm. Even their wedding night was defined by his restraint, for while she had been taught to expect pain as he broke her maidenhead, it was all done with such care that she barely felt any pain. As he strained silently over her, not even daring to give her his full weight, Godiva was in awe of how gentle he was as he slowly stroked inside her until he stilled in his release, shaking slightly. Then, he had rolled to his side and looked at her with grave concern, pushing down her shift and asking if it had hurt. That night, she was confused because it hadn't hurt; indeed, she had barely felt a thing.

That's what it was to be safe; to be protected from pain. As Wilfred often taught her, pain was everywhere, and ladies were not made for pain. He always said that pain changes a person; and it would break his care-worn heart if she ever changed. So, she lived within the small safe space that his countenance could tolerate. She lived within his rules, because his rules were the offspring of his love.

It was their first day touring his lands after their wedding that Wilfred commented how lovely she had looked in her veil as a bride. He said that, in knowing the others could not clearly see how precious a prize he had won, he had felt peace. Godiva knew Wilfred meant more than he had said, for she had noticed that he became restless and ill at ease when the driver had complimented her beauty as he helped her up into the carriage. Wilfred had suffered a life filled with confrontations that arose from such tiny offenses, that Godiva resolved to protect him from any challenges driven by her beauty and fashioned a short veil of a thin cloth to cover her face. The first day she wore it for him, his eyes had glowed with pride, and he breathed a peaceful sigh. There were no further troublesome compliments to her face after that.

Her tiny hands, though, were a similar problem. Godiva was certain that men were simply trying to be polite, but she noticed the clench of her husband's jaw, or the slight flare of his nostrils, when she took any hand offered to help her onto and off of a horse or carriage. So, she began riding less, limiting her times to when Wilfred was able to go with her and help her up and down from her horse. Though one day, after a long ride together, Wilfred had curtly dismissed the groom, telling him to return when they had left the stables. When she asked him if the groom had upset him, he shook his head, checking to see that they were alone before helping her down from the horse. "No, Little One, but I would not risk tempting him overmuch with the sight of your lovely hands or your sublime ankles. Your very skin could drive a man to distraction," he said. From that day on, Godiva never ventured out without gloves and tall boots, the sight of her very skin a threat to the well-being of her loving husband.

Despite these slight inconveniences, Wilfred's attentions to her were pleasant, and sometimes even approaching a quiver of something that was mysteriously more than pleasant, making her wish for more. Sadly, it was not to be after Lord Alfred's wife passed in childbirth. So many women died in giving life to others. Even the thought of watching her struggle to give birth to a babe began to torture Wilfred until he hesitated even to spill his milt inside her. It didn't matter. Children were so prone to spreading illness anyway, she told herself, wiping away the tears that inexplicably rolled down her cheeks as she changed her monthly rags again. And so, Godiva was protected; she was kept safe.

Then war came, as it always seemed to come. Wilfred returned to his duties for the King, but not before arranging his affairs to provide the greatest protection he could to his young wife. Believing that only wealth protected the weak from harm, he arranged for Godiva to inherit control of all his properties upon his death.

To be absolutely certain of her safety, he also charged his most experienced and fearsome guard with the lifelong care of her person: Sir Hulgar the Untempted. Under Sir Hulgar's care, Godiva had remained as covered and as untouched as a man could wish his wife to be while he was away at war. She had remained safe, even when they returned Lord Wilfred's broken body to her, and a new King took power. She had remained so safe, Godiva thought, that there was hardly any evidence that she had lived a life at all.

It came as quite a surprise to her when, one hot summer night, she suddenly had the impulse to sneak out of her home, and ride bareback until she came to the secluded pond where she used to swim as a child. It made even less sense to her when she took off her clothes and stepped gingerly into the cool dark water. It swirled around her thighs, the soft mud at the ass squishing between her unbooted toes. The smell, rich with life, took her back to carefree childhood.

She swam out to the middle of the pond and floated atop the waters, feeling the ripples play about her tits. She remembered when Wilfred had taken her nipple in his mouth, making her gasp in pleasure. He thought he had hurt her, of course, and ceased his attentions there, immediately. In the water, she reached up and brushed her hands over her nipples, feeling them harden. It was exquisite. Then, she took one in her fingers and, without knowing why, she gently pinched the pink bud. The shock of pleasure it sent through her made her yelp in surprise.

Swimming to shore, she lay down in a patch of clover and brushed her palms over her soft tits, sighing with pleasure. With her hands, she followed the delicious sensations going through her body to the spot between her legs where Wilfred had given his attentions, so long ago. She closed her eyes and pictured his large frame, propped up over her on his arms, his hips gently pushing himself into her again and again as he shuddered in delight. She missed him so. She missed feeling a man enjoying her body. While it wasn't quite the same, she felt around the wet folds and pushed her finger inside, and the memory intensified. Hungry for more, she tried two fingers and the sensation was almost like laying with her dear husband again.

While thrusting her fingers into herself, her hand brushed against something swollen at the top of her wet slit and she sat up in shock, panting. What in heavens' name was that? She pulled her slippery fingers out of herself and gingerly touched the tender spot again, feeling trembling waves of pleasure radiate through her. She closed her eyes and continued rubbing the place, circling, shaking and stroking it until she was tossing her head with need, feeling some unstoppable force building inside her. Faster and harder she worked herself until with a cry, the feeling burst through her along with a spray of juices that wet the clover beneath her.

To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought in 5 parts, for Literotica.

She smiled and said, “Dear boy, I'm gonna make you a man.”

Based on a post by mydeepsix, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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"But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues

That feelin' good was good enough for me, umm-hmm

Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee"

"Me and Bobby McGee" ; Janis Joplin (1971)

Based on a post by mydeepsix, for Literotica.

April needs more than a boy-toy to satisfy her.

Based on a post by mydeepsix, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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Ken snorted. "I guess not."

"I couldn't tell you at the time. You'd have accused me of lying to sabotage Leo out of jealousy. But it's true."

"What?" I prodded.

"Who Deb is, didn't you know?" He huffed, "Deb is Leo's mother."

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"Do you want this, princess?" He'd ask, taunting me.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" I demanded. "Everyone!"

He pushed, sinking his large cock deep into my cunt, until I felt his balls slap against my ass.

"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed. "I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!"

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Thankfully,

I felt the cock in my cunt swell and pulse, and again I was filled with squirts of hot, fresh semen.

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"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, yes, it feels so nice! Oh God yes!"

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I gasped as if I had been punched in the gut.

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Then, while deep inside me, he pulled my legs up onto his shoulders, his cock filling me, pressing painfully against my cervix.

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"Umm hmm, I love the way your cock tastes," I cooed. Leo moaned in pleasure.

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That brought praise from Leo. "That's it, girl, that's good. Suck my cock. Show your husband what he's been missing."

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"Leo, your cock is so big," I bragged, knowing Ken could hear. "Your cock tastes so fucking good. So hard, it fills my mouth."

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"Please let me suck your cocks!" I begged. Don leaped forward and offered me his hard rod.

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I glanced over at Leo. He was leaning back, pridefully watching his whore perform.

He wanted a whore, so I'd show him a whore.

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They traded places a few times, and I climaxed over and over from the stimulation at both ends, even surprising myself.

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After the men left, the camp quickly became quiet with only Deb and myself there, resting and listening to the wind.

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Ken broke the silence. "How are you doing?" he asked, with real concern.

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I rolled over and looked into his eyes.

"I love it," I said. "I've never come so many times. I never knew my body was capable of this kind of pleasure."

"What about the humiliation? The servitude?" he inquired.

"Are you certain you want to hear this?" I replied. Ken nodded tentatively. Then, again, more sure.

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I paused, considering what Ken was saying.

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We had most of the day to ourselves; Leo came by later, near sunset.

After dinner, the three of us watched the sunset together. Leo held me close, and Ken sat nearby.

Leo brazenly fingered my cunt, and I spread my legs to give him better access.

"Someone is pretty fucking wet," he stated the obvious.

"Please fuck me, Leo. My cunt is soaked and needs to be filled with your big cock." I begged.

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"God yes," I moaned. "I love your cock, Leo!"

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"Do you think she's hot?" I turned to Ken.