The Blacksmith, His Wife & Her Lover

Gossip travels fast in a small village, so it was no surprise that, by noon, everyone knew that Anna had turned down William’s proposal of marriage. He was not the first man to court her, nor would he likely be the last; she was naturally tall, almost five and a half feet, slender, with a full, well developed bosom that even the elderly priest, Father Zachary, had been known to admire. Her raven black hair, dark, emerald green eyes and long, shapely legs only added to her appeal to the men of the village. But try as they might, none could win her heart or her hand in marriage, and with her father long dead and her older brothers all off fighting for King Richard in the Crusades, there was no one any prospective husband could turn to gain her hand.

Many said that at almost twenty years old, she should have been long married and with children of her own. If pressed to explain why she had turned down so many young men, Anna was always unable to answer, because she did not fully understand it herself. All she knew was that her mother had told her to marry a man that moved her in both her heart and her head, and none had. Now, alone in the small family home she had grown up in, she found her mind wondering, memories of the one time she had felt moved in the way her mother had spoken of. It had been last summer, when she had gone into the woods to collect firewood with her best friend, Mary. It had been a warm day, and both women had dressed accordingly in light dresses that left little to the imagination. Mary had not been married that long to Adam, the town’s handsome young blacksmith, and after some initial reluctance had regaled Anna with the story of her wedding night.

She spoke of how, dressed only in a simple white gown she had taken her husband’s hand and walked with him to their wedding bed for the first time. They were both more than a little apprehensive, as both had been virgins. But growing up around domestic animals they at least knew the basics of what had been expected, and their parents had taken them aside before the wedding and filled in a few of the blanks. Standing next to the bed, Mary had let her gown fall off her shoulders and allowed Adam to see her naked form for the first time, her ample bosom rising and lowering as she breathed. He had been captivated by them, and reach up to hold them in his strong yet tender hands, the feel of his skin against her sending shivers through both their bodies. Mary had gasped when he'd pinched her hard nipples between finger and thumb, then bent his head down to kiss and suck on them.

Her own hands had not been idle; first running up and down her new husband’s broad, strong back, they moved down to the long underwear he wore. It was obvious that he was as aroused as she was, but Mary could not remember ever seeing a naked man before, not even one of her younger brothers. She had seen enough dogs and horses to know roughly what to expect, but she was still taken aback by what she found when she pulled Adam's manhood free: it had to be almost a foot long, and so thick that she could hardly get her fingers around it. She had been scared that she wouldn't be able to take it inside herself, despite what her mother had told her. But Adam and picked her up in his strong arms and placed her gently down on the bed with a soft kiss. Freeing himself from the tangle of underclothes around his ankles, he had climbed onto the bed beside her and continued to examine her body, all the time kissing her deeply on the lips.

Mary's father had insisted that Adam complete his apprenticeship before he would consent to their wedding, so for many years the only contact they’d known was quick, stolen kisses and holding each other’s hand at village events. But now they were man and wife, in the eyes of both the law and God, and they quickly gave in to their more basic needs and desires. Mary had felt her legs part automatically as Adam climbed between them, his shaft pointed almost directly at her. Laying back, she had closed her eyes as he moved forward and slowly entered her. There had been a moment of shock as their bodies first made contact, and a slightly uncomfortable feeling as he had pushed inside her for the first time. But she ignored it; the thrill of finally being with the man she had loved for so long was all she could think about. There had been a stab of pain, and a little blood, as he broke through her maidenhood, followed by more discomfort as he sank his entire length into her. She had felt sure he would split her in two, but her body adapted, and soon they were as one in mind, body and soul. They had lain there, together, for what felt like a lifetime before he had started to move within her, setting a slow, steady rhythm in and out. Each thrust sent waves of first pain, then pleasure, through Mary's body, and she found herself pushing back against him, despite the discomfort. They had not lasted long, that first time, but Adam had filled Mary three times that night, then again when they woke the next morning. Since then they had laid together as man and wife every chance they got, and Mary had already missed one of her monthlies, and was sure she was with child.

Anna had been taken aback at how open her friend had been about what went on in her wedding bed, and had felt a warm feeling wash over herself as she imagined Mary laying naked on a bed, a longing look in her eyes. Without knowing why, she had moved along the fallen tree they had stopped to sit on closer to her friend and kissed her. It was not the sort of kiss one might expect from a friend, or even close kin, instead it was the sort of kiss one would only expect from one’s husband or wife. Mary had been surprised, but had not pulled back. Instead she had sat there and returned the kiss for a moment, before breaking away, blushing. They had never spoken of that moment since, but the feeling of Mary's body against her own still ignited a fire deep within Anna.

Making sure the door was fastened and windows closed, Anna had made her way into her parent’s bedroom and took the mirror there off the wall and carried it into her own small room. There was just enough room for a table and bed, and she placed the mirror on the table and stripped out of her own clothes, then carefully stood back up and looked at her reflection. She wondered if Mary liked the way she looked, and smiled to herself as she thought of her friend. She ran her hands up her hips and then the fronts of her legs until she reached the patch of hair at their apex.

That felt good; even better than kissing Mary!

Waves of joy rippled out across her entire body as she parted her legs and put her hand to her crotch. That felt even better, and she moved her finger again and shivered. Anna had never felt anything like that before, and she suddenly noticed that her nipples were stiff and sticking out like they had the time she'd kissed Mary. She touched one with her other hand as she quickly ran to her bed and jumped on it. As fast as a snake, her hand was between her legs again, caressing the damp folds there as the other returned to her breasts and tweaked her nipples in turn. The pleasure became so intense that she threw her head back into the pillows and silently moaned. She felt her crotch and her fingers get wet as she frantically rubbed herself like a woman possessed and the rest of the world faded away, leaving only this new pleasure. Soon, she felt as if she could take no more, the feelings were so intense, like her body was on fire. She silently screamed as a spasm ripped through her belly and wonderful sensations exploded between her legs.

Anna spent a sleepless night, trying to come to terms with what had happened, with the feelings she had for her best friend. She felt sure it was wrong, a sin against God and nature. But how could something that felt so good be bad? Why could she not put the image of Mary, naked as the day she was born, out of her mind. The fire inside her burned even hotter than before, and she found her hand snaking down between her legs as the full moon shone in through the open window. Bighting her lip so not a sound could escape and wake her mouther in the next room, she touched and rubbed herself until the same wonderful feeling as before welled up inside her. She discovered that, if she rubbed that hard, stump like thing at the top of her opening, that the feeling got even better. She was soon gasping with pleasure, wishing that it was Mary's hands, not her own that were the cause.