Candice my wife? My lover?
In 1784 a husband and wife have a domestic altercation
“Yes Candice I only married you for your money,” I admitted once again as my dear neurotic wife of some ten months laid into me once more with a barrage of unfair accusations.
“Whore chaser!” she opined, “I should never have married you!”
I sighed, I agreed, ours was the union from hell. She married me for my title. I married her for her dowry.
We conjoined as is proper to consummate the union and had subesequently repeated the act on several occasions.
“You want a whore not a wife!” she opined.
“Absolutely,” I agreed and I went back to my book work.
“Ohhhh!” she exclaimed and she went away to my great relied.
I finally finished working at eleven o’clock.
I thought of Candice alone in her cold lonely bed, I thought I should apologise.
I went up. I knocked. “Shhhh,” a voice inside commanded, “Quiet.”
She had a lover, I threw the door wide and there in the candlelight Candice lay upon the bed, her legs wide spread as her maid manhandled one of the largest candles I ever set eyes upon which protruded lewdly from Candice’s quim.
“Dear god Candice,” I sighed, “What is the meaning of this.”
“She made me do it sir,” Mary, the maid insisted.
“Indeed,” I queried, “Run along I shall be along to ravish you presently.”
The maid ran from my sight.
“Don’t look at me in that accusing manner,” Candice insisted.
“I am quite frankly amazed,” I declared, “Ten months married and this is my first sight of your quim.”
“Well you blow the candles out,” she exclaimed.
“To protect your modesty.” I averred.
“To disguise your paltry manhood,” she challenged.
“Paltry compared to that monster perhaps,” I agreed.
“At least it is hard,” she snapped.
“Woman there is no deficiency in my manhood I assure you!” I insisted.
She laughed. I dropped my breeches and kicked away my brogues.
“Ch-Charles,” she gasped, “Why it’s.”
“Magnificent?” I queried as I threw off my shirt and overshirt.
“Hard,” she admitted.
“So cast that candle aside and submit!” I insisted.
“Charles,” she protested, “Are you inebriated? what has come over you.”
“A realisation that I have no regard for you what so ever!” I snapped.
She remained immobile so I took the candle from her and kneeling between her parted creamy thighs I rammed my cock into her moistened quim forcing it deep inside her.
“Take that you whore!” I cursed as my whole length speared mercilessly into her with no consideration whatever. “And that,” I thrust again, and again, and again.
“Charles what has roused you so?” Candice demanded.
“Silence woman, let me fuck you,” I demanded.
“You just need a whore, oh very well,” she agreed, “Fuck away sir. Have no tenderness. No sweet kisses. No love. Just fuck me like some common whore in a back alley.”
The thought of Candice naked in a back alley was just too much for me. My member twitched and my balls convulsed and a stream of cum burst forth making Candice gasp in surprise.
“Oh such passion,” she sneered as my urgency subsided and I stilled my thrusting.
“Sneer all you may madam,” I rejoined., “But enough is enough, from now on, if I wish to conjoin then we conjoin. I shall not brook demur.”
Her reply was unexpected, “Very good Charles, now either take off your socks or be gone.”
“What do you mean?” I demanded.
“Either take off your socks or, oh damnit Charles take off your socks!” she demanded.
“Lay with you, but I have no nightshirt!” I declared.
“Charles, if it pleases I too will lie naked, then there shall be no embarrassment,” she offered.
“Like a common whore?” I queried.
“If I must,” she admitted.
“What is wrong with you!” I demanded.
“Nothing Charles, it is you who are deficient, you spurn my affections,” she alleged.
“What affections, you married me for the title,” I reminded her.
“Charles, Mama arranged the marriage, not I,” she reminded me.
“So?” I queried as I threw my socks after my shirt and breeches.
“I did not demur,”she admitted, “Why should I, when the husband offered was a broad shouldered sportsman with a promising bulge in his breeches.”
“Good god woman you sound like a whore!” I sighed.
“And you, what did you expect of me,” she asked.
“An heir.” I stated plainly. “I have no desire to discomfort you. No wish to heap dignity upon you. This evening was unforgivable and I apologise. I merely wish to conjoin to further my lineage. To procreate a son.”
“And if I wish to conjoin more frequently or in an undignified manner?” she asked.
“That madam is unseemly.” I insisted,
“If I want your big manly cock in my poor weak womanly quim am I not allowed to communicate this requirement? How else shall I requisition it?” she teased.
I thought a moment, “I want a wife not a whore!” I insisted “I certainly do not expect to find you in flagrante with a candle rammed in your naked and moistened quim as a token of your desire.”
“Can you say that the sight of my moist quim did not rouse you husband,” she teased.
“Indeed, It was regrettably so” I agreed. She suddenly grasped her night dress and pulled it over her head to sit before me as naked as the day she was born.
I marvelled at the perfection of her breasts, her taut midriff and the fine down on her lower belly.
“So can you see my moist quim now husband?” she asked.
“Indeed,” I agreed.
“So fuck it.”
I gasped at her effrontery. We had barely concluded our conjunction and she wished to renew our union.
“Madam please!” I scolded, “It is unseemly.”
“How so, we are married are we not?” she enquired.
“Madam,” I declared, “I have just taken you forcibly, it was by way of a warning as to your fate if you continue to consort with servants, to play lewdly with candles, to.”
She regarded my quizzically. “If you do not fuck me I shall continue to consort with candles. Chastise me again Charles, ram your big, hard, rampant cock deep into my moistened quim.”
“You tease me madam,” I declared, “Well then so be it. That for which you ask you shall receive, spread your legs woman I wish to fuck you anew.”
“Charles,” she said, ”Stop talking and just fuck me!”
“Candice, it is unseemly!” I protested.
She stared at me in the candle light. “Either you fuck me or I shall summon a gardener or footman or some such to fuck me in your stead.”
“Damn you woman,” I cursed. My member was roused as never before, painfully so.
I advanced, spreading her quim with my shaft claiming her anew as he speared into her hot liquid loins. It was heaven. My chest against her breast. I ploughed her passionately.
“Very good husband,” she declared, “Now if you will only learn some tenderness and kiss me I might consider myself well satisfied.”
“Tenderness? kisses madam? Will passion not suffice. Or perhaps, would you care for some passionate kisses, love bites that all may see where you have prostituted yourself?” I demanded.
“Yes,” she said, “Bite me if you will, mark me, anything is better than indifference.”
“Then so be it,” she cried and she kissed me passionately upon the lips.
I forced my tongue between her teeth, raping her mouth as I raped her womb taking every shred of dignity from her claiming her utterly.
“And how do you like that,” I demanded, “How do you like being used as a whore? For mark my words woman this is to be your fate if you do not show me some consideration.”
“Fate, idle promises more like,” she sighed, “Now kiss me again, tell me you love me, lie if you must but take me to heaven anew.”
“Heaven, but I thought I hurt you?” I queried.
“No Charles, that was my reaction to ecstasy, sadly something you had not hitherto achieved.”
“Oh good lord,” I confessed, “So if it pleases you and it pleases me why do we not conjoin more regularly?”
“Which was exactly my point before supper,” She snapped, “Don’t you ever listen to a word I say?”
“Hush let me kiss you,” I said and I kissed her mouth, her nose and eyelids and then her neck, marking her neck as I kissed and humped against her bringing myself to another shuddering climax.
I merely rolled off her and went to sleep. No rushing to dress, just laying spent until the darkness took me.
I woke with the dawn. A tickling sensation. My member erect. Candice ticking my balls.
Candice smiling, sunlight shining on her hair. Naked. With a candle within her quim.
“Good morning husband, my quim is moist, will you do your duty?” she asked.
“Most certainly, straddle me if you would, sink down on my member if you please,” I invited, “May I say how beautiful you look this morning my dear.”
“Good god it is my dear now, how intimate,” she laughed.
“Still you mock me,” I sighed, “Well as I warned I shall have no consideration what so ever, why I might bend you over the window sill and fuck you from behind whilst we look over the park.”
“Yes!” she said with her eyes sparkling, “Let’s do it!”
“Candice!” I protested, “It was hardly a serious suggestion.”
“But husband that way you may caress my bosoms even as you fuck me,” she suggested as she made her way to the window, she bent over the table set before the window and I came behind her. “Oh do let us try!”
Her quim poked from between her buttocks, pouting at me. Glistening. My cock reared and seemed to almost seek her quim of his own volition.
I sank easily into her willing cunt and grasped her breasts firmly, “Look Charles, the gardeners are cutting the lawns,” she gasped as she stared out of the window.
“Indeed, their industry is most commendable,” I agreed as I peered past her at the scene.
“Charles, perhaps one day we might conjoin upon the lawn?” she suggested.
“Whilst they cut the grass around us?” I suggested in jest. “Though it might be pleasant on a warm summers night with the servants in bed?”
I nibbled her ear, she trembled, “Charles!” she gasped.
Her teats were distended. I caressed them as I ploughed her. I pressed myself into her with determination and firmness. I held her firmly.
“Charles you must tell me how you feel,” she said quietly.
“Most agreeable,” I said, “This is the best awakening I can ever remember.”
“Only it is starting to hurt. The table top. Sorry.” she said.
“On the bed then, on your back let us conjoin on the bed.” I suggested.
“Or against the wall?” she queried.
“Indeed,” I agreed as I slipped my member from her. “Against the wall!”
She stood and tripped lightly towards the doorway. She waited, I knew not how we would contrive to conjoin but when we stood together all was revealed and we coupled effortlessly.
“Charles you must tell me you love me,” she insisted.
“Would you be my lover Candice, were we not wed would you come away with me?” I asked.
“No,”she said, “I would not, but we could pretend.”
“Then let us pretend,” I laughed, “If only we had conjoined before marriage, and I had known what delights your body can afford mine, then I do believe I would have offered to marry you for love.”
“Oh Charles, could it be you love me?” she asked.
“Do you love me?” I asked. “Or is it lust alone?”
“It is lust Charles now shut up and fuck me,” she insisted.
So I did her bidding. My heart pounded. My Cock pounded, Her heart pounded and all at once my seed pounded forth within her. “I love you!” I uttered at the very moment of release, “I love you!”
“I know. I love you too,” she agreed and our lips entwined once more.