Puritan Whores Ch2

‘I hope Abigail is right about this.’ I think as I open the door to my wife’s bedroom. It was just before lunch and she had come in to change after working in the garden.

I get a great view of Josephine’s ass. Bent over pale and lovely. Her big E-Cup breasts dangling down. Long curly red hair pooling below her.

It’s rare that I see my wife naked. Her puritanical upbringing had some really strange views. We only had sex once a month. Even then it was through a hole in a sheet.

A wife was not to drive her husband mad with lust.

That was all about to change.

The redhead yells in shock and stands up. Grabbing a quilt from the bed in a desperate attempt to cover herself.

“W…what are you doing.” She looks frightened. Frightened and ashamed. Like she had been caught doing something naughty.

In her mind she probably had.

“We have to talk.” My dick was getting hard. Seeing her like this, vulnerable and nearly nude, was turning me on. “First drop the blanket.” I order.

She visibly hesitates.

“I am your husband. Your duty is to obey me.” I remind her as Abby suggested.

Reluctantly the beautiful redhead drops the quilt. She obviously wants to cover herself with her hands, but is unsure if I would get angry.

As I ogle my own wife, I continue, “As you said, we come from different worlds. It is time for you to properly support your husband. It is time for you to join me in mine. Until now you have failed in your duties. Leaving my needs neglected and wasted.”

“No, I…” She starts.

“Hush!” I say. Firmly but not harshly. Abby had me practice that. Josephine blushes. I notice her nipples are hard little nubs. Not that that necessarily means anything.

“Tonight you will come to me as a proper wife. We will lay together as I wish. This is the word of your husband.” My message clear I turned and left. Leaving the door open.

I hope Abigail was right about this.

Later in the evening I lay on my bed in the nude. I check the village website on my phone.

Then there is a tentative knock on my door.

I open it to find Josephine. Standing, nervous in all her naked glory.

She looks as if she had been crying. Now I wasn’t so sure of the plan. Abigail said it would be good to give her most of the day to think about our evening together.

In fact I couldn’t help notice that Josephine kept glancing at me and blushing throughout the day. I had thought it was a good sign. Now?

“I am here to see to your needs, my husband.” She says. Almost formally.

I usher her in. Suddenly nervous myself.

I pull her into an embrace. Kissing her on her sweet lips. She is tense, but soon relaxes almost despite herself. She lightly puts her hands on my waist. Not quite a hug.

I guide her to the bed and lay her on her back. When I’m next to her I caress her tummy with one hand and kiss the nape of her neck.

She lays there like a log. Arms at her side. Determined to let me take what pleasures I want, but to receive none of her own.

I move my hand down through her bushy red pubic hair. Down to her soft cunny. She gasps and grabs my wrist as I lightly caress with my fingertips. She doesn’t try to force my hand away though.

Her breathing comes faster as I play with her body. Fingers petting her soft warm peach. Lips kissing her shoulder.

Soon I feel wetness between her netherlips.

I move on top and spread her legs. She looks away as I position the tip of my cock at the entrance of her love canal.

Gently but firmly I push her cheek so she looks me in the eyes when I slowly enter her.

I groan as my dick gets deeper and deeper. Finally coming to rest balls deep in my lovely wife.

I begin to slowly thrust in and out. Not quick and done like I’m sure she is used to.

I squeeze and kiss her large tits. Something I’ve wanted since we first met. Relishing in the sensation of fucking the beautiful woman.

I can hear her start to moan. Quietly, like she wants to hide her pleasure from me. I quicken the pace of my thrusts.

Her body starts to tremble and she lets out a long moan through clenched teeth. Grabbing the sheet as she fails to hold back her orgasm.

I lean up and grab her hips. Positioning her so that I can fuck fast and deep.

I pound my wife’s twat as she whines loudly.

Finally with a gasp I fill her full of jizz.

I continue to thrust for a bit. Draining every last drop into her. Then I roll off.

Quickly she is up and out of the room.

Soon Abigail comes in. Dressed in a cute pink nighty that barely covers her round ass.

“I want to taste her, daddy.” She says. Crawling on the bed. Moving between my legs.

I moan as she licks and sucks my soft dick. Tasting the slime left over from fucking her mother.

It won’t stay soft for long.

We had sex again the very next night. I made it clear that I expected it to be a regular thing.

This time when she gets up to leave I grab her arm.

“We will take a shower together. To get clean.” She looks like she wants to argue for a moment. Then she nods and follows me docily into the master bath.

Josephine was as amazed by the shower as her daughter had been. Though she tries to hide her excitement as I help her step into the steamy stall.

I make her clean my body as I clean hers. Lathering each other up before washing off. She seems interested when she washes my penis, but quickly pulls away when she sees me watching.

I take my time washing her giant breasts. Obviously playing with them. I press my body against hers from behind. Enjoying the way her ass feels against my crotch. Reaching around to squeeze and caress her boobs.

Finally we step out. I enjoy watching her dry off with a fluffy white towel. She isn’t trying to put on a show for me, but she does.

She definitely notices my erect cock as she steps out of the bathroom. “Save that for my daughter.” She says, with the hint of a smile.

I don’t detect any anger or bitterness in her voice. Was it playful banter?

Minutes later a naked Abigail peers at me from around the open door. Then she runs in and jumps on the bed. Rolling around with me till I pin her down. My dick throbbing with its need.

The teen grins at me. She spreads her legs, ready for what daddy has to give her.

“Ok, now a few on your hands and knees. Good, arch your back.” Abigail was dressed in sexy lingerie as she posed on my bed.

I was taking pictures of the teen. Something she found she enjoyed very much when we looked at the pics I had taken of her in the store changing room.

“It makes me feel so naughty daddy.” She told me, sitting on my lap. “Like the naughty girls on the computer.”

So we were doing another set. She had started in her plain dress. Quickly stripping to reveal the lingerie underneath.

By the time she was naked except for a garter and stockings I couldn’t hold back anymore. I push her face into the bed, forcing her round ass up. I spank her a few times as I position my dick.

“Oh, daddy yes!” She gasps as I plunge into her. Fucking the teen hard and fast.

There was a sound. A gasp. I look up. The door hadn’t been closed all the way. I guess?

Josephine was standing, peering through the crack at us. Our eyes meet and I see a look of shock and embarrassment on her face as she flees.

I’m pretty sure she had been caressing her thighs.

“We could do…more.” My naked wife grasps for words she doesn’t yet have the vocabulary for. She was crawling onto my bed for our nightly lovemaking.

And I’m confident in calling it that now.