A Hand-fasting - Sex Stories

A Hand-fasting

A hand-fasting was always a very special event. The pagan marriage ceremony, joining a couple in love before their friends, family, community and gods was usually held outside in woodland. This would be followed today, as was the custom, with an evening around the camp-fire singing, joking, drinking and eating into the early morning. Scarlet thought this one had a fine pagan feel to it, particularly given that she was, once again, on all fours, face in the dirt with her hands gripping the earth as her lover brought to orgasm, fucking her arse whilst she desperately tried stifle the cries of her passion. Yes, very pagan indeed. Scarlet had known Steve and Mel, or Woad and Birch as they were known in the heathen circles, for a few years now. They had been very welcoming of her as she started her journey into her new spirituality. There had always been something about the wild and the elements that had spoken to Scarlet on a deeper level. She was enjoying her spiritual journey with good company and had been delighted to hear of the couple’s decision to become a hand-fasted couple and thrilled to be invited to the event itself. It was whilst pitching her tent for the sleep that would probably come in the early hours of the morning after too much beer around a camp-fire of storytelling and fun, that she spotted Andy talking with Steve. Scarlet grinned to herself as she blushed. Andy had been her lover for the last three years. A married man with a lot to lose if the affair ever ...

... became known. They had explored all manner of sexual avenues with each other, becoming a tender couple sharing a very sincere lust. The secrecy and the irregular meetings allowed the passion between them to stay alive, not crushed by the everyday concerns of more regular couples. Andy briefly caught Scarlet’s eye as he engaged in conversation. He was a musician on the scene and had been asked to offer a performance for the couple. Making the arrangements had been quite easy, but as ever when he saw Scarlet, he immediately began to stutter a little, his gaze longing to settle on her a little longer than would be appropriate for the casual friendship they pretended in public. As he discussed timings and stage set up he felt how empty his arms were now that he knew she was near but he wasn't holding her. And of course his cock started stirring. Scarlet was so very capable of pleasuring it that in her company his manhood just swelled out of politeness and longing. Andy couldn't help but keep snatching glances of Scarlet crawling around as she put up her tent. She was wearing a long flowing skirt, brightly coloured and resting nicely over her gorgeous arse. As she moved around he could see how her low cut sleeveless t-shirt allowed a clear view of her cleavage. How many times had he snuggled into those breasts? How often has he kissed them? Many times, but not enough times. “You know Scarlet?” Andy was snapped out of his day dreaming by Steve’s question. He’d probably seen Andy ...