Barbarians wife

9:Round two (erotic)

Thoren

I could taste her sweetness all over my mouth despite having washed it off. Even through my sleep the intoxicating taste lingered preventing me from sleep for long.

I'd gotten up many times to take care of my enraged cock that begged to be deep in between my wife's folds.

At some point all together I decided not to bother my wife by getting back in the bed and let her rest.

All while she was asleep I cleaned and tended to the house feeling bored without her presence near.

Eventually I got bored of cleaning so I watched over her as she slept hoping she'd wake soon or I'd fall asleep.

Many hours later I realized that neither was going to happen any time soon so I got up.

I paced the halls hopelessly. All the work to be done was done and I was left to do nothing but pound at my cock but even after some time that became boring.

I drew a bath in hopes it'd put my mind at ease and erase the memory of her taste.

The steam and heat helped relax my mind and tense muscles. A thick cloud of steam coated the air. The scene of my wife touching herself as I watch played over and over in my mind. Once again my cock stood up proud but I didn't bother forcing it back down.

Moments later I heard small knock at the door Likely meaning my wife had woken up and was looking for me.

It was fairly early and far earlier then she normally wakes up.

"Come in"

The door slowly parted showing my almost naked wife wrapped in the bedsheet.

"Your not in bed" she said yawning

"I'm not tired" I replied reaching for my towel so I could get up and take her back to bed.

Before I could get any farther she walked up to the tub and dropped her covering.

She stood over me completely naked taunting me . I raised out my hand to help her into the water safely.

"Why are you up"I asked

"Can't sleep if your not there. Felt unsafe"

My heart swelled with pride knowing my female felt most safe with me.

I extended my arms open to her and she glided over and into the happily. She laid her head on my chest and allowed her body to rest it's weight on me.

"Are you feeling unwell after all you had to drink" I asked rubbing her back tenderly

"No I don't get hung over easily" she chuckled " When I was younger I'd go in the liquor cabinet and steal drinks "

I laughed at the thought.

"What's the worst thing you did as a kid" she pulled back looking in my eyes.

After a few moments of thinking I finally began "put a spear through my fathers foot "

She bust out laughing shaking away any sleepiness there was.

"What" she said in between laughing

"We'd gotten into an argument when I was an adolescent and I threw my spear down in anger, unfortunately I'd not been paying attention so it went straight through my fathers foot." She was not hysterical with laughter so much so she was struggling to breath.

"My punishment was no being able to hunt with the rest of the brotherhood until it healed." I continued wanting to hear more of the precious sound.