Medieval Role-Play Wife, Wench and Whore - Sex Stories

Medieval Role-Play Wife, Wench and Whore

... finally agreed to join the group. We decided on a role-play name of Nelle for her. I kept my name since Stuart was a common name from that period. We went back to Trent’s home on Saturday to be fitted for our costumes, and he hovered around watching as his wife fitted Lynn for her outfit. It consisted of a full, floor-length skirt; low-cut, cap-sleeved chemise blouse; and an under-bust, lace-up corset that cinched her tight in the waist and pushed her breasts upward. She was also given bloomers and a petticoat that could be worn at her discretion. It looked to me like Trent was subtly rubbing a big lump in his crotch as he watched Lynn’s voluptuous, braless breasts bulging to the sides and over the top of her blouse and her nipples poking out in the fabric. I knew from seeing Trent at the urinals at work, that he has a huge cock. I’ve never had an interest in other men’s genitals, but I have to admit that his thick, uncircumcised cock, hanging so heavily out of his pants, was unexpectedly attractive to me. Seeing how good Lynn looks in that slutty costume, and knowing that it was giving Trent a hard on, was making my little dick hard too. Seeing my boss becoming sexually aroused watching my wife was giving me conflicted feelings that I had never experienced before. On one hand it irritated me seeing him so blatantly ogling her that way. Strangely, though, I was also taking some kind of masochistic pleasure in the feeling that a wealthy, powerful, and hard-to-please man like ...

... my boss was eyeing her for his pleasure. I couldn’t help but wonder if Trent had nefarious motives for us joining the group. On Monday at work, Trent called me into his office. He was uncharacteristically friendly and let me know how pleased he was that Lynn and I decided to join the reenactment group. He let me know that we would be having our first experience at the village that coming weekend, and he told me a little about the logistics and my role in the blacksmith’s shop. He made a point of telling me how great Lynn looks in her costume. Then he said, “You need to be prepared for the fact that Lynn will be a big hit with the men at the inn. They will be trying to exploit her in their roles, just as the men behaved so bawdily in medieval times. You guys will need to decide on where to draw the line, and I hope that you and Lynn have the same positive experiences that Diane and her husband had.” “The inn is not well lit, using only the fireplace, grease lamps, and tallow candles for light. Whenever you can, you should plan to sneak away from the blacksmith shop and over to the dark, back alcove in the inn where no one should notice you, to watch Lynn as she grows into her role as Nelle. I will tell the blacksmith to expect some absences, so don’t worry about that. Since Nelle will be a wench at the inn, and for other reasons, I’d like you two to share a small bedroom on the second floor there.” Trent then explained that most of the participants usually sleep over on Friday ...