Chapter 6

“Perhaps. Come, we must tidy the house. Mistress Wilton comes tomorrow.” We walked on, I tried to look stern, but inside I was wondering where it would end. Should we try once and see if she was blessed with a child?

“Sir Peter, my husband. There may be some who say you should try with one first, but I think we need to test many at once. If the good reverend is correct, you may not balance one woman’s faults, but will balance another?” She read my mind well. I was willing to accede to her suggestion.

So the following day, at the evening bell. Mrs Wilton arrived at our door. “Welcome, welcome my good lady. Before we continue with anything else. I think we should all be on first name terms. Given what is about to proceed, it hardly seems appropriate to call you Mrs Wilton or Mistress or Goodwife.” It was a pretty speech, I was determined to be in control. The next requirement would, I know shock both.

“Since you ask it of me, my given name, that I was christened with, is Judith; perhaps it should be Jezebel.”

“Not so, you are obeying your husband in this are you not?” she nodded. “Then now you are across our threshold, for this night you shall call me Peter, my wife Maeve, and we shall call you Judith. That is decided. Next I should explain one other requirement that I have. One that I think is Godly and good. My wife will join us in the bed.” I saw two objections about to be raised. “No! I shall have no disobedience in this. Maeve is my wife and I shall not expel her from the marriage bed for anyone. Also, it behoves her to be present to agree that any child is likely mine; no husband shall deny his wife because she has gone to the forest and cavorted with demons or devils. Any child will be mine or her husband’s.” I meant it. I could see a problem if there was any oddities in the birth; especially from the good Reverend. I could imagine the hay he would make from a child with a defect. The wife and child would probably be expelled from his little kingdom, and I also I suspect.

And so, Judith and Maeve prepared for bed in the bedroom, and I in the outer room. We all entered in our thick, warm but coarse, night gowns. Judith pulled hers up and lay on her back awaiting my ministrations. “Oh, no, this won’t do.” said Maeve. “Mistress ... I mean Judith; sit up.” Maeve sat also and pulled up her night gown and removed it, then she pulled Judith’s off, to that woman’s great surprise. I did likewise, pleased to be back as Adam was. We had often slept in this manner, finding that our bodies and exercise kept us warm enough.

“I ... have never ... that is, my husband said ... I...”

“Never worry. If you later become convinced it is a sin, then you can pray for forgiveness. My husband, my lord and yours in this bed, says that the state of nakedness is entirely acceptable in this privacy. Now, instead of lying like a sack of potatoes about to be mashed; tell us what you like.” she looked confused, this was not something she had been asked before; especially in the bedroom. “Well, how about this...” Maeve kissed her, “or this...” she fondled the woman’s large, if less firm than Maeve’s, breasts, “or this.” Then the two together. Realising that Maeve might become too amorous for the lady who had been taught that female and female was impossible AND an abomination (though how it could be both, I had no idea); I intervened and kissed the woman’s mouth, neck, ears, teats, stomach, arms; and allowed my hand to find the woolly patch that disguised her cunny. She gasped at each liberty taken, but never once objected.

There being no danger of removing her maidenhood, for that had gone long ago, I allowed my fingers to venture inside. Now she gasped and moaned. My good wife reached down and removed my hand and replaced it with her own. She was softer, gentler and clearly more to Judith’s liking. Since I was excluded from our visitor’s cunt, I found my wife’s, with my mouth. I looked up and saw Judith looking amazed at what I was doing. “You are next.” I said, and continued to persuade my wife to become wet and welcoming. When she was all but unable to concentrate on the older woman’s pleasure, I switched my affections to Judith. Maeve instantly rolled away and showed that this was not the first time she had pleasured herself; she had a skill and ability that rapidly brought her to a state of near rapture.

Meanwhile I was buried between the thighs of this older woman; she was well-preserved and no mistake, but still older than I would have chosen. I understood from Maeve’s intimations that bringing Judith in would open the floodgate for younger, more slender, more nubile and decidedly more desirable partners; but still, she was in no way unwelcome to our bed. “Ohh, ohhhhh! OHHHHHH!, OOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” was the noise she made as I delved into her with a tongue. She had her first orgasm that night, her very first. She said after that she had thought she was dying of delight. She had little time immediately after to think of such things as I moved up the bed and used fingers to open her. She was slippery and welcoming in equal measure. She never criticised her husband, but I gathered that she had always been dry at the start and sore at the end. This time she was wet at the start and tight and luscious. She might still have been sore at the end for I was not slow in pumping deep into her – and Maeve learned confidentially that I was bigger built than her husband. When she heard me groan and felt the spraying of my seed, she smiled with pleasure. I think she was pleased that she could cause such enjoyment in someone, for I clearly had enjoyed it, rather than looking up to see a man with a grim determination of duty on his face. This was no duty, I wanted her to understand; this was a pleasure given to us all, but yet should I seek to undermine her own husband’s theology?