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

Medieval Role-Play Wife, Wench and Whore

... and Saturday nights in either the replicated thatched huts or the half-timbered houses of the period. There is no running water in any of the buildings, and people quickly become accustomed to using the medieval wash basins and water pitchers for rudimentary washing and hygiene, while not being able to take baths or showers. Chamber pots are to be used for urination and defecation and dumped into a septic holding tank each morning. Our first weekend at the village was very interesting, and I enjoyed learning and participating in the blacksmith craft. Lynn looked fantastic in her wench outfit, but she was having a difficult time acclimating to her role. I observed her from that dark alcove from time to time, and she spent most of her time sitting on the benches by herself instead of drinking, dancing, and playing games with the men. We talked about it in our room late at night, and I suggested that it might be easier if she drank some ale to loosen her inhibitions. Over the next four weekends at the village, Lynn was drinking more and loosening up and dancing and interacting a lot with Trent and some other men. It felt very peculiar and often arousing sitting in that dark alcove watching my wife cavorting with them. Some of them, including Trent, even kissed her and rubbed her tits when they were dancing, and she seemed to laugh it off as she drank more and got more absorbed into her Nelle role. My previous, protective jealousy was somehow evolving to the point that I was ...

... experiencing a kind of erotic pleasure at seeing her with other men. When alone at night she sometimes told me what the men were doing and asked if she was going too far. I didn’t think she knew that I was watching her, and at that point I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that her involvement with those assertive men was arousing to me. I told her, “It sounds like you are starting to have fun as Nelle, and I’m so happy that you are coming out of your shell a little. Just enjoy yourself, and I trust you to know when they cross the line.” One thing I should mention is that Lynn and I have had a very good sex life. My dick is on the small side at only four inches long and thin, but I make up for it by sucking her pussy to orgasm, both before and after we fuck. On those hot and humid days at the village, with no air conditioning and our heavy clothes, we got very hot and sweaty. Since no showers were available, Lynn’s hairy pussy was especially musky on those nights in our room. Her pussy also seemed juicier when I ate her out, so I guessed that she must have been aroused by the men. Following is Lynn’s description of her feelings about our involvement in role-playing and her experiences in the inn. She’ll try hard not to repeat too much of what I’ve said: When Trent first invited my husband and me to join his reenactment group, I thought Stuart would support me in not wanting to play the part of a wanton wench. He seemed to be more interested in pleasing his boss, though, than he ...