We had waited til marriage, it’s our way.
I love Billy, not too bright and plain looking but kind of heart, a hard worker from an honourable family. Many had sought to court me, I don’t mind saying I’m quite fortunate to have the features God blessed me with. Long chestnut hair, pale skin with blue eyes and heavy lips.
I could’ve chosen any of them, but I chose Billy to the delight of his dear mother. A simple woman with great love. Many mocked me for “marrying low” they called it. None of them know what a good father and husband is, I know, my father was a good man and together I can be the mind for the things Billy lacks.
There’s a problem. We’ve been married six months and I’m still not with child. He’s held me every night and still no baby. We’re doing something wrong, either nobody ever thought, or were too embarrassed to teach us how it works.
Every night he holds me in his arms, he’s so strong. My world is reassured when Billy holds me. He kisses me tenderly and waves of excitement roll over my entire body, especially in my breasts and deep in my bowels. I wet my undergarments, it’s not wee, it’s something else. I ban barely sleep with the excitement but I don’t know what we’re supposed to do.
One night I tried touching his leg and gently ran my fingers up to his chest, I must’ve done something wrong because he gasped and a strange sticky moisture soiled the bed. Poor Billy. I’m too embarrassed to ask any of the other women, they’re all gossips anyway, the moment I tell one Billy will be a laughing stock. No, not my Billy, their vagabond husbands aren’t as hard working and gentle as my Billy. He comes home for dinner with the light, he doesn’t loiter at the bar getting drunk with the bums, he doesn’t stagger home after dark and beat his wife. I am everything to him and he is everything to me.
Tonight he came home again, over his lamb and mash he apologised. “I am sorry you’ve got no baby, I trust you dear wife whatever you ask of me, name it and I shall do it.”
I had an idea.
“Billy, your boss Mr Hargraves, he is a good man, not prone to gossip, perhaps when you are alone with him in the field tomorrow you could have a private word. He has many children I’m sure it’s not you Billy, we can do this together. Ask him how he and Mrs Hargraves have done it.”
“I’m scared to ask for looking a fool” He replied. “But for you dear wife anything”.
It was just after midday, six hours before I expected him home, suddenly Billy slammed through the door while I was folding clothes at the kitchen table. “Billy what’s wrong?” he said nothing, he was focused, like he knew something he must not forget. He marched right up to me and stared into my eyes, then he held me and kissed me like he had never before. With a swipe of his arm he cast all my laundry to the floor and laid me down on the table.
He tenderly kissed my neck as he undid my blouse. Button by button his kisses trailed down my collar, to my chest. Pulling the fabric aside my breasts were exposed to him. He began kissing them all over, licking at my points, fawning over them cupping them with his worked hands. It made me giddy with an indescribable ecstasy.
Still kissing at my breasts he placed his right hand on my ankle, raising it slowly to my calf. Then up my skirt to my knee, along my inner thigh and stopped palmed at my groin, only the fabric of my panty holding him back. I wanted to faint, my heart beating like the charge of work horses. I was throbbing all over, my lips, breasts and groin swollen with anticipation. He began rolling his palm deep into me, I could feel myself moist against him, I was embarrassed, but not embarrassed enough to stop him, quite the opposite. I wanted more, I wanted all of him, I wanted this new feeling to never stop.
His fingers gently pulled at the the top of my panty, I could feel them sticky against my buttocks and groin as they slid away down my legs and away from me.
He pushed me up the table, this time it was not his hands but his lips that made the journey. The soles of my feet, his tongue along my calf skipping his kisses slowly along my thighs and then… nothing. I looked down, the bulge of his head under my skirt. What was he doing? “Are you ok Billy?” I asked.
For the first time he spoke with an articulation I’d never known of him.
“I see a secret garden growing on the banks of a crystal river springing from a deep well. A river flowing to a magnificent pearl. In you my dear wife I am rich with the wealth of kings.” He then buried his tongue into me.
“Sweet Lord Jesus!” I thought to myself as all presence of mind and body fled from me as he lapped at me greedily as if a thirsty dog to his bowl.
He came up from my skirt, smiling, his face wet from my moisture. He undid his belt, dropped his pants and his underwear, grabbed me by the legs and pulled me to himself. What happened next I can barely describe. Like being filled wholly inside, then emptied, then filled gain and again and again. My eyes were open yet I could see nothing as I squealed with excitement the whole of myself consumed with what I’d never known before.
Then, suddenly waves of thrill ran the length of my body, as if fireworks were let free from every part of me and loosing my legs into a uncontrollable quiver, and then it was gone, what a mystery we have discovered!
I gained some control of myself an looked up at Billy, his eyes were closed and he was grimacing as if in pain. Then he yelled out and gasped heavily as my body was filled with his warmth as if he was loosing a part of himself into me. He pulled away, kissed me tenderly.
After a short time he removed my skirt and blouse and carried me naked to the bedroom. We laid in the bed intoxicated by a slothful drunkenness with each other. Billy explained Mr Hargraves had told him everything about seeding a child in me and then had ordered him home to full fill his duty to me. Billy had protested being the man that he is and Mr Hargraves said “Go do your duty with your wife today and return early tomorrow, you’ll be paid despite you absence my dear boy”.
Thank God for Mr Hargraves. Oh my, what’s that hard against my buttocks? Oh Billy…
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