It was a cold and rainy evening as she paced the master bedroom floor. The stone covered with fine burgundy rugs and the fireplace lit to keep dampness away. Her husband should be home soon, gone many weeks in travel with his retainers to other towns, trading. They were not overly rich, but hardly hurt for money, to live in a large house such as this she thought. Word had traveled that he would be home sometime this day or night.
She had taken a luxurious bath and scented herself with pleasant fragrances, ready to bed her husband once he returned. Her fingers could only please so much, and she ached for his hot seed inside of her. She wore a thin pale green nightie, lace in the front that barely covered her nipples, her full cleavage showing. Her nipples sensitive and swollen, constantly rubbing against the lace all day, teasing her and keeping her wet. Her clit throbbed as the satin brushed against it. Over top she wore a plain gray dress, no one knew she wore something far more sultry underneath.
At long last she spotted her husband coming down the path to their modest estate. She sent servants to take care of his party's things as she whisked him away upstairs, to a hot soothing bath. She slowly disrobed him, first his boots, then his belt and pants, his shirts and finally his underclothes. He stepped into the bath and laid back...able to stretch out in the large porcelain tub with claw feet. He quietly soaped himself and then rinsed himself off in the tub, she poured fresh hot water in for him to soak in now as he closed his eyes after a long trip.
She quietly slips off her dress, leaving herself in just the pale green nightie, firelight showing off her ample cleavage. "Does my Lord like what he sees?" she asks teasingly.
"He does"
