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Water made hissing sounds as it trickled onto the hot flat stones in the center of the small room. Jaemie sighed happily, standing tall and bare by the door, her hand resting on the button that activated water upon request. Hammered copper tubing ran across the ceiling that supplied the water. The heated rocks sat in a small, grated heater with a fire beneath it, keeping the rocks hot and the room balmy. Jaemie stretched, six foot tall with red hair falling in waves to her waist, bright green eyes the color of grass, and freckles liberally splattered across the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, her breasts, and on the occasion, she turned around, her hips and bottom too. She met her husband’s eyes across the hypocaust and smiled brightly, hitting the button one more time to fill the room with another rolling cloud of steam and faint hissing before walking slowly back toward him with her ample hips swaying hypnotically. “I see your concern about stopping, but I think it will do us all some good. Liana could stand to sleep in a bed, she’s not used to the road. And I can’t help but luxuriate in the private bath houses when we visit Denara’s inn.”
Joshua snorted, even though he wanted to keep on the road his wife had a point, and despite himself, seeing her toned flesh naked, glistening with sweat and steam clinging to it, made his mouth dry despite the wet climate of the small room. It was a six foot by six-foot space with benches around the three walls and a door set into the fourth leading to the hallway, and there were six such rooms spaced evenly along the hallway. At the end furthest from the inn, a seventh door was built into the wall and opened onto the public bathhouse, a much larger room of the same design with two hypocaust. The innkeeper liked to keep the public bath more family friendly, thus investing in extra spaces for couples that were feeling amorous during their visits and wanted something more than a bed. He cleared his throat, letting his 6’3″ muscled frame relax in the steamy confines of their room, his bare feet spread slightly before the hypocaust vent to let the heat soothe away his aches. “I concede you have good ideas, my love,” he said, letting his eyes rove over her nakedness as she approached him, “and not just because you so enjoy flaunting yourself in front of me when we get to use one of these baths.”
A wicked chuckle escapes her as Jaemie turns, stretching and leaning forward to afford her husband a clear view of every freckle, turning slightly to pull her wet hair over one shoulder and flexes to tease him. It had the desired effect as he sat up slightly and his excitement became obvious. “We shouldn’t waste our respite, and it does me such good to know my husband still desires me so… strongly. Where’d you put the oil?”
A small clay vial lay on one of the benches, and Joshua fetched it up by leaning over to collect it, before giving his wife’s thrust out rear a light swat across a freckled cheek as he popped the cork loose with his other hand. She yelped playfully before taking the couple of steps back to place herself between his parted knees, sighing happily as his lips followed her spine from her tailbone up between her shoulders. A delighted sigh flowed through her and she leaned further forward, her bare behind pushed more toward her husband as he brought one hand up, squeezing one ample cheek and parting them slightly before him to expose her most intimate places to his gaze. She watched over her shoulder as he did so, excitement already causing her blood to heat as it pumped through her body, and even after all the times they’d done such things it still thrilled and amazed her that her husband worshiped her so completely. The olive oil dribbled onto her lower back and another appreciative sigh welcomed the cool, viscous liquid in the hot bathhouse, shivering wickedly as it trickled along the upper curve of her cheeks and down until the first droplet caught on the muscled ring of her anus. “Was this part of your plan?” Joshua asked suspiciously, his calloused index finger coming up to begin slowly massaging the oil against her ring and starting to work it up inside his wife’s ass as a little more spilled down her skin, “you’re already so wet, how long have you been planning to seduce me?”
The groan that escaped her when his fingertip finally pushed in was far, far more erotic than the sighs had been, and her hips moved to push back toward his invading finger just slightly, already wanting more. She breathed slowly, her breasts heaving as she took in air and let it out again slowly, “You know I’m a needy wife, Joshua, and you won’t even cuddle with me when we bed down for the night with Liana around. I was afraid you were growing prudish on me.”
Joshua continued his gentle ministrations to his wife as she bent over before him, her arousal visibly increasing with each thrust of his finger or additional dollop of the olive oil coating her sensitive, quivering hole. It was beginning to slide much more easily past the ring of muscle escort and the sounds of pleasure were growing much more frequent. Jaemie had brought this beloved act to his attention early in their relationship, and they’d built a ritual around it, a ritual that brought them closer together. Joshua loves teasing his wife, preparing her, and feeling the way she grips and accepts his finger as he prepares her, excites him and fills him with such fierce tenderness and love for his wife. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate to be so intimate,” he said, slightly embarrassed by the notion, but Jaemie laughed softly, only to be interrupted when he curled his finger inside and made her toes flex on the slick, stone floor. She recovered, eyeing him for a moment before backing up another step, bringing her body much closer to his face.
“I’m not saying we do it in front of her,” she answered tartly, her words a little breathy as his ministrations were starting to find all her most sensitive places when they explore this method of lovemaking, “though you might be shocked at her willingness if given the chance.Still, she is a woman, and not so prudish or in need of protection. And I have needs, my love, needs you are merely teasing, right now. Taste me, please, I need your tongue.”
As Joshua gripped his wife by the thighs and pulled her back against his mouth to devour her from behind, the private bathhouse directly adjacent to them also became occupied. Liana slipped the robe from her shoulders and placed it on the peg just outside the door before hurrying inside. Being naked in such a public way, even in a bathhouse, was very different from using the baths back home and her nerves felt like lightning danced up and down her spine. She settled herself on one of the benches with a little bottle of olive oil clutched in her hand.
To be honest that made her nervous, too, though in a completely different way that made her cheeks redden and giggles threaten to escape her. She’d asked Jaemie about the bottle when she’d picked one up from the general store, and was mortified and intrigued at the priestess’s frank and quiet explanation. Liana didn’t consider herself unfamiliar with her body, and had certainly seen to her own needs plenty of times, but she’d never considered her ass as an option. The priestess did not hide her own feelings on the subject and the way she seemed to relish what was to come with her husband made the young woman curious. Apparently she’d been a little too obviously curious, because Jaemie didn’t hesitate to select a second vial and hand it to her before handing the clerk the coins and heading toward the room they’d been provided to collect her husband. Well, Liana knew where they’d ended up, she’d seen them slip into their bathhouse and could hear them faintly through the wall, occasionally Joshua’s deep voice or particularly pleased sound from Jaemie filtered through the wall and sent a thrill through Liana’s body.
She exhaled slowly and eased her legs open, thankful for the warmth of the room even if it was a bit damp and moisture clung to her skin after only a minute or two. She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander, trying to figure out what to think about that would be enjoyable enough but not too painful. Joshua came to mind frequently, and her hand moved to her breast, cupping it, letting her fingers trail around the nipple until it stiffened and stood taut out from her chest. Her breasts were not large, smaller than her mother’s and several sizes smaller than Jaemie’s, even though she tried not to notice the woman’s body very much. Between flashes of desire and flashes of jealousy, it was counterproductive. She sighed, enjoying the touches to her breasts, both of her nipples hard, and heat beginning to grow between her legs as she relaxed further. She could feel dampness beginning to form between her thighs, and slowly let her hand trail down her body, over her stomach, and down. She was wet, and for a moment she imagined Joshua touching her chest like this, eliciting a groan from between her lips.
The door to the bathhouse opened and an older man took a step in, freezing at the sight of Liana rubbing herself on her bench, and she yelped and clamped her legs shut in an attempt to cover herself at the sudden intrusion. The man looked sorrowful and apologized, before reaching out to pick up a metal disc laying in a basket by the door, showing her the etched side that indicated someone was using the room. Liana felt like her face would burst into flames, she’d never even considered how someone might secure privacy for the very things she and her companions were doing, and felt foolish that it could happen. The man slipped back out with the token, and she heard it clunk faintly as he placed it on the door for her.
Her chest rose and fell, nipples still taut, but her heart felt like it was galloping in her chest over the intrusion. It took a moment to calm herself, leaning her head and shoulders back against the wood paneling, taking slow breaths in through escort bayan her nose and out through her mouth. Despite the start, her curiosity and her need was still there, like small fires burning in the back of her mind and in her blood. She was a little afraid to start again, but the disc was in place now, and she could feel rhythmic thuds through the wood of the wall and bench. It brought to mind thoughts of what Joshua and Jaemie might be doing, and while she’d never done such a thing herself she’d heard and read enough about it to at least understand the gist. Her mind followed those thoughts, wondering what it might be like, wondering what Jaemie was feeling in that moment, wondering what it might be like to have someone she wanted to walk in on her actually walk in on her. Could she be that brave? Could she open her legs and show herself, explore herself, let a man watch her do such an intimate thing?
She pictured Joshua standing at the door, watching her, eyes bright with desire and love, and she gasped as her hand found its way down between her legs again. She was wetter, her fingers traced the moisture clinging to her lips and made circles around her clitoris until she gasped. Her fantasy shifted, and suddenly Jaemie was there too, watching her too, her eyes just as bright as if urging her to let go and enjoy herself. She shivered, she’d never thought about a woman in such a way before, but once she started she felt the want sear through her blood, she wanted Jaemie to see her, to want her, to touch and teach her.
She reached for the little vial of oil laying on the bench beside her and broke the seal, shivering in anticipation as she contemplated this whole new adventure in her sexuality. The oil was thick and cool in the heat of the bathhouse, and she shifted and stretched herself out further on the bench to give herself better reach. She carefully poured the oil onto her body, letting it drip down to follow the delicate curvature of her rear, then reached her hand down to catch a droplet and guide it toward her soft, inexperienced anus, gasping as she made contact and began to apply it with a gentle, probing finger. The feeling was more than she expected, and the groan that escaped her as the oil slickened her ring made her face warm, but she didn’t stop. With a little gasp the tip slipped in, easier than she expected thanks to the oil, and a full throated moan filled her small room as her finger slid inside her.
Jaemie shivered excitedly as her husband’s mouth began to explore her. He was talented, something she had been thrilled to learn the first night they were together many years before, and through much practice he’d gotten even better. His mouth nipped and suckled hungrily at her skin across her ass cheeks and up and down the backs of her thighs, making her hiss in anticipation. He always did this, delighted in tormenting her to the point she got growly at him, but he loved her fire and her passion and delighted when she let it loose. She shifted, pressing herself against his mouth needily and made a soft whining sound in her throat, and her husband shifted with her to trace his lips along the curve of her rump as he spread her cheeks open to worship her.
Soft moans began to fill the bathhouse cell as Joshua’s tongue explored his wife’s anus, pressing the tip against the ring of muscle and then sliding up inside just enough to make Jaemie’s back arch and thrust herself back against it. She reached a hand behind her to curl her fingers into his hair, holding him in place as his tongue probed her. Nectar dripped down her thighs from the attention, and her husband’s hands wrapped around her thighs to grip them as her knees trembled. The priestess had, once upon a time, been shocked by how completely her lover had embraced this display of affection and passion, but she quickly understood just how intensely her man loved giving her pleasure, and she welcomed it and relished feeling him express his desires for her in such an erotic way. As much as she wanted this feeling to last forever, Jaemie also wanted more, needed more, and finally she shakily took a step away to pull her body away from Joshua’s hungry mouth. She picked up the discarded vial of their oil and poured a generous dollop onto her body again, shivering in delight as it once more dribbled over her flesh and cling to her anus, sensitive as it is from Joshua’s attention. The last of the bottle upended onto her husband’s manhood, quivering as it thrust upward from his lap like a pillar, a monument to his love for her.
Joshua groaned, leaning back against the sealed wood paneling of the room, his muscular legs lolling open as his wife’s hand slid up and down his shaft to smear it liberally with the oil. She gripped it tight, possessively even, and held it straight as she backed herself up toward it. Jaemie had developed a skill in sliding her husband’s cock into her ass, and she eagerly lowered herself slowly onto it until his swollen head pressed against her hole, whispering bayan escort softly about how badly she wanted him inside her. His hands gripped her hips, helping her keep balance while guiding her backward. A guttural, almost feral groan from the priestess echoed around the small room as she pushed herself down onto her husband. She was ready, more than ready, and with the tiniest of nods gave her husband approval to pull her down upon him. He did, her ample rear thudding wetly against his thighs as she accepted him to the hilt inside her.
Shudders ran through Jaemie’s body as she settled herself and balanced herself on her husband’s legs, feeling him throb within her, and began to move on top of him. She rolled her hips, letting his length fill her and rub against and inside her, and his arms found their way around her naked torso clutching her against his chest, nibbling and kissing her neck and shoulders. His hands found her breasts, cupping them, his fingers worshiping her nipples until they were taut and tender, and Jaemie spread her legs to place her knees on the outside of his, giving his roving hands complete access to her body.
As his fingers found their way between her thighs and began to stroke her clitoris and tease her inner and outer lips, Jaemie began to bounce herself very gently upon her husband’s lap. Feeling his length slide just a little bit out from her embrace only to be pushed back in again, building a rhythm. Moans were a constant refrain in the room, Jaemie’s higher and louder, with Joshua’s providing a bass harmony that wove within and around hers. She felt soaking wet, and when Joshua’s finger slid inside her womanhood, she cried out as her first orgasm ripped through her, causing her muscles to clench and squeeze tightly upon his fingers and the spear filling her backdoor. She shuddered on top of him, and the rush of her nectar poured over his hand and splattered their thighs. She turned slightly, one hazy green eye looking back at him with lust, and whispered, “fuck me, lover, I need it so much.”
Joshua moved beneath her, his hips rocking to slide across the smooth bench, pushing himself upward toward her even as she pushed herself down onto him. The benches were sturdy, built right into the walls and floor of the bathhouse, but their combined weight was enough to make subtle vibrations run through the wood as the husband took his wife, to her immense pleasure.
On the other side of that wall, Liana lay across the bench languidly, her vial of oil discarded on the floor. Her legs were splayed open, one foot on the floor and the other braced high up on the smooth wall, as her fingers worked upon her body. The single digit of one hand slid rhythmically in her ass, causing her to whimper and moan lewdly while her other hand attended to her swollen clit and she delighted in the wetness clinging to her lips. The feeling was incredible, more intense than touching her sex alone, and in a corner of her mind that wasn’t consumed by the lust and pleasure she was feeling she resolved that her anus was certainly a source of pleasure and would be included in any and all of her future activities. Her mind painted fantasies over what she was doing, Jaemie’s finger in place of one finger, or Joshua’s cock instead of another, and her moans filled the room. She wanted them both, in ways that scared and delighted her. Occasionally their names left her lips in between her moans as she let herself fall further and further into her fantasies, wanting to feel their attention on her body, wanting to give her attention to theirs. She found herself wondering what Jaemie tasted like when she came. She wondered how it would feel having Joshua spasm on top of her as he came inside her. She wanted Joshua to breed her like a mare in heat, a thought that surprised her with its sudden absolute certainty that she clenched hard enough that both fingers couldn’t move.
Liana cried out, body shuddering, as she orgasmed the hardest she had ever come. The finger up her ass was caught by her contracting muscles and held in place, the finger buried within her almost to its base. She frantically rubbed at her swollen clitoris, her body spasming and her hips thrusting upward toward open air as her nectar erupted and sprayed in a squirt across the stone floor, stopping in a splatter a good foot away from where her feet braced. More spasms followed, a few more bursts of nectar escaping her, though none traveled as far as that first explosive release of her pleasure, and finally she came down from the high and lay limply upon the bench.
She was exceptionally sensitive as she slipped her finger from her ass, moving that hand to rest upon her bare belly for a moment as she tried to catch her breath. The caged light in the ceiling sparkled and scintillated before her eyes from the sheer power of her release, and she laughed softly to herself in amazement. The priesthood of Faer taught that pleasure was a gift from the Goddess, to encourage love, to encourage passion, to encourage the fire that burns in the hearts and bellies of all living creatures, and in that moment Liana gave thanks to the Goddess for her gifts. In that moment, she understood, better than she ever had before, why those gifts were given.
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