Highly refined Scottish gold
His Grace asks a favor: The old
bull came to me after my ballet class on the 4th to ask if I would visit the
Goldsmith and his wife. It seems the goldsmith’s wife and he had been lovers
before he married the Duchess and he has always had a thing for her which he
satisfies occasionally and now she wanted a favor.
His Grace was embarrassed to ask, but to make a long story
short he told me she wanted him to tell me to fuck her husband. He let her know
that her wish and my virtue was not within his gift, but that he would gladly
ask me if I would, as a favor, have penetrative sex with her husband. I wasn’t
surprised that the goldsmith wanted me as I’d seen the longing in his eyes, but
I was surprised that his wife had asked and I was concerned about his health.
If he had a stroke while mounted or possibly a weak heart he
could die in the saddle. I agreed to talk with her and called to make sure I
understood what she (and he) had in mind. It seems they are both of the Old Ways
and the heavy gold necklace of office in its ebony box had been in his family’s
keeping for generations waiting for the right woman to walk into the family
shop.
I already knew she was a sensitive as I felt her presence
when I was in the shop, but I hadn’t met her. She knew when I arrived in
Inverness that I was the one it was meant for and she mentioned to Jack who she
has known since he was a child that she thought I would like some of the pieces
her husband had on offer which is how Jack came to mention the shop to me. She told me that having transferred the great
seal of office to me, for that is what the massive relief of the birth of Venus
is, her husband was closing the high street shop and would be working on
privately commissioned pieces from now on.
As his family had been believers and faithful disciples -
being keeper of the great seal for decades – her husband had always wanted to
know what being intimate with a Goddess was like and they thought his best
chance was for him to have sex with her earthly embodiment and he would never
have a better chance than now. They were concerned I might find their request
impertinent. I thought it charming and very human.
We discussed her husband’s health. Could his heart and
skeletal structure stand the excitement and intensity of an encounter with me? At 75 he is a frequent hill walker and active
daily operating his gold smelter he is in excellent health she said. She also
said that he wanted to take me bareback and was fond of sex with women
protecting themselves with diaphragms, which she still uses for him even though
she is well into menopause.
His Grace agreed to take me to their home in a village
outside Inverness proper rightly seeing an opportunity to bed the wife again
while I satisfied her husband, an arrangement that worked extremely well.
The encounter: After we arrived
and I was introduced to Edith, the Goldsmith’s wife sherry was served and we
all agreed on the rules: no condoms for the men and diaphragms for the
ladies. I was CD21 and safely luteal,
but was wearing an Oves screwed down tightly on my cervix and brought along my
death rubber latex Reflexions flat spring for show and tell and for Colin, the
Goldsmith, to watch me insert. I was pleased to learn that Edith had an 75mm
Reflexions inserted for His Grace’s pleasure and her own since when aroused the
anterior rim caresses her G-spot just as my Reflexions does for me!
We were actively involved with our twin encounters for
nearly two hours, in separate rooms on different floors so neither couple heard
the other, with a bit of time between penetrative acts to enjoy the afterglow
and let the men recycle. Colin is a skilled, considerate and potent lover with
marvelous stamina for his age and Edith is lucky to have him in a selectively
open marriage. When His Grace and I left Colin and Edith were relaxed and
glowing from sexual release as we were all still in the afterglow and I was
still experiencing tiny vaginal contractions when I thought of how wonderfully
talented Colin is and how marvelously he pleased me
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