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

Medieval Role-Play Wife, Wench and Whore

... was about my aversion to making a public spectacle of myself. It was almost like he was afraid to say ‘no’ to his powerful boss, and was way too deferential to him. Since my senior year in high school, when my breasts suddenly blossomed, I’ve been putting up with men staring at them and making lewd comments when they thought I couldn’t hear them. But I was shocked when Trent made his comment about me being bosomy, right in front of his wife and my husband, and rubbing a big bulge in his crotch at the same time. Stuart didn’t say a word to defend me, or even challenge Trent about what he meant by that, or the other couple having a ‘licentious marital relationship’. As much as I didn’t want any part of the group, Trent was very charming and convincing, and Stuart finally persuaded me to try it. I was glad that I would be able to hide behind my alias, Nelle, since my wench costume is very revealing, almost beyond the point of being lewd. The first few weekends at the village were very uncomfortable for me. I wasn’t at ease interacting with other men. Trent was flattering and encouraged me to drink ale and loosen up. He talked a lot about my married wench role, and how I would learn that it would be more fun with Stuart’s involvement. He let me know that Stuart would be periodically observing me from the dark alcove, and that I would come to enjoy interacting with other men in front of him. Trent also told me that Stuart would come to enjoy watching me, and his reluctance to ...

... interfere with me in my role would tell me a lot about our evolving relationship. Trent had taken me under his wing, and he was giving me much more attention than the other wenches. I was becoming attracted to his strength and dominant personality too. The more protected and comfortable I felt around him, the more I drank and got into my role. His seemingly genuine interest in me contrasted starkly with Stuart’s attitude. When I asked Stuart what I should do about some of the men kissing me and fondling my breasts, he dispassionately encouraged me to drink more and have fun, and to decide for myself where to draw the line. It was a Saturday afternoon when we were on our sixth weekend at the village when Trent took things to a new level. By that time I was routinely dancing with and entertaining Trent and several of his closest friends, who had roles as the sheriff, merchants, and soldiers. All of them kissed me passionately and fondled my breasts, with Stuart sometimes looking on from the alcove and doing nothing to intervene. On that fateful day I had been dancing with Trent, and when we got back to the table, he pulled me down to the chair with him to sit on his lap. I must digress to tell you that the tables are basically boards sitting on supportive trestles, and most of the patrons sat on benches on the sides. That’s where the term ‘room and board’ comes from. There is usually a chair at the head of the table where the man in charge sits. Being the inn keeper and mayor, ...