Lady Helen's Marriage

Lady Helen was having breakfast in bed when her husband returned from his travels. They had only been married for a few weeks, and he had been gone for the last two. She had spent the time settling into her new life, exploring the estate, getting to know the servants.

Now she smiled as the door opened.

"This is a pleasant surprise."

"I hope I am not interrupting. They told me you were heaving breakfast, but I wanted to see you right away."

"You are not. I am almost done anyway."

"May I join you?"

She nodded and watched him undress.

She had been nervous about marrying. Like most of her female friends, she had had a sheltered upbringing. Her education had her prepared to be an excellent society hostess and a doting wife. Personal contact to men, however, had been limited to ballrooms and drawing rooms in the presence of a chaperone. Leaving her familiar life to live with someone she had had only short conversations with had made her nervous. She had been relieved when the early days of marriage had shown that John, her now-husband, was kind and gentle with her. The wedding night especially had made her nervous, and when the moment came, there had been nerves and tension, but also some pleasant moments that she had not expected. Her husband's travels had cut further explorations short, and she was looking forward to discover more about the marital bed.

After he had dressed down to his shirt, he took the breakfast tray from her and slid under the covers.

They exchanged a few pleasantries about their time spent apart.

"It is good to see you." He smiled at her and drew her in for a kiss. The kiss grew longer and more intense and Helen was amazed at the warmth and tingles that spread through her whole body.

"Oh, how good it is to finally be with my wife again, to gaze at her and touch her..."

He grabbed her and nuzzled her neck which made her giggle.

"Have you been well?"

While he spoke, one of his hands wandered to her breasts, and he kneaded her gently.

"I have."

Her mouth went dry as his thumb stroked her to stiff peaks. He bent down to kiss her again and started undoing the laces of her nightshirt.

"Can I touch you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He pulled down her shift a bit to expose her skin to the cool air. He massaged her breasts and circled her nipples. She closed her eyes. It felt heavenly. John pulled her down to lie on her back and settled in next to her, propped up on one elbow. He kissed her again while his hands slowly wandered up her legs and drew up her nightdress. When he cupped her between her legs, she shivered in anticipation and spread her legs a little. He drew one long finger down her middle and opened her up. She let out a shaky sigh. He repeated the motion and settled into a steady rhythm. Just one finger stroking slowly up and down between her folds. Heat pooled in her belly. She thought back to their wedding night and felt the wetness between her legs increase. His thumb found the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

"What are you thinking about?"

Just one small tap.

She blushed and turned her head to the side, away from him.

"I cannot tell you."

"Helen."

He grabbed her chin and gently turned her head so he could look into her face.

"We are married now. We need to be able to talk about everything. I know you are still young and inexperienced, and some of these things might take getting used to. But I hope that together, we can explore the marriage bed and all the wonderful things it has to offer. Now..."

His hand found its way between her legs again and resumed its ministrations.

"Let me show you what I mean. Did you enjoy your wedding night? When I kissed you? When I touched you? First your face, then your arms, and finally, your breasts? When I touched you between your legs, where no one has ever touched you before. You were getting so nice and wet for me, like you are now."

Helen let out a shuddering breath.

"Yes. Make all the noises, show me that you like what I am doing to you."

"Make... noises?" She frowned.

"You know, this? All the things you are feeling right now? You need to release them, voice them. Like those audible breaths. Sigh, moan. You will feel so much better." He tapped her bundle of nerves again and this time, she did let out a sigh. He smiled.

"Wonderful. Now, where were we? Ah, yes. When you think about how I was working my hand between your legs the last time, do you also think about what came next? How I slowly entered you? Filled you? Oh, you felt so good around me." He let out a small groan. "You were so hot and wet, and you took me so well."

His thumb circled her button now with more pressure and a steady rhythm. Helen started panting and squirming under him. Her whole body felt tight.

"Do you want to do this again? For me to fill you? To stretch you?"

This pushed her over the edge. She let out a gasp, squeezed her eyes shut and felt her whole body shudder. John pulled her into an embrace, and she rested her head against his chest. When the roaring in her ears quieted down and the tingles in her body subsided, she noticed his arm moving rhythmically between their bodies. After a few moments, his body tensed and shuddered, he let out a grunt and she felt wetness splash against her bared thigh. Helen blushed again, realizing he had just brought himself to completion. He pulled back, looked at her tenderly and kissed her softly.

"Oh, my darling. That was wonderful. How are you feeling?"

"I am well. But... John..." She frowned.

"What is it?" He looked immediately concerned.

"What we just did... I enjoyed it. Immensely. But... this will not get me with child, will it?"

"No, it will not."

"But... Is that not the purpose of marriage? Of the marital bed?"

He smiled.

"For the most part, it is. But there is so much more about the marital bed that a husband and wife can share together. Some things are just for enjoyment, not for growing the family. But do not worry." He pulled her in for another kiss. "Next time, we will try for an heir again."