Within the Tavern Walls 10

Months had crawled by since John's departure, each day stretching into an eternity for Mrs. G. Her husband used to visit her in the dreams in the weeks after he left, but as the time went by, to her alarm, what she was dreaming about more and more were the elders. Almost every night she would wake up wet and aroused. Throughout the day the tavern was her sanctuary and her purpose. At evenings, just after she would close the tavern's door, however it was also place where the elders visited her and put her on a trial. And as days went by, it seemed she was destined to fail that trial. The other day - it almost happened. And she knew her weakness will be reported and discussed by the elders, and she was dreading what their judgment will be. The answer came the next day. Two elders, one with silver hair and the other one bald, entered the room, their gazes never leaving her. "Mrs. G," the bald one murmured, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "We heard what happened the other day. Your spirit seems... weaker." "I," she pleaded, . "I'm resolved, I will stay faithful to my husband." "You see, Mrs. G," the other elder said, his voice barely a whisper, "we've been discussing this. You think so, but we've seen something else in our tests. So... We think you need... guidance. " "And training." - added the bald elder while moving behind her. His hands moved to her shoulders, his fingers kneading the tense muscles. She leaned into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The elders looked at each other, smiles playing on their lips. "We must ensure you keep your dignity, you understand." - he continued - "even when you are tempted." Mrs. G felt a the warmth of his breath on her neck. "I'm... I'm not sure what you mean." Now the other elder was in front of her. "We will show you." - he said as his hands moved across her clothes, unbuttoning and removing them one by one. They undressed her slowly, their rough hands grazing her skin. Mrs. G's heart pounded as the cool air kissed her bare intimate parts. Soon she was fully exposed and she felt the hands behind her sliding lower and lower, then gripping her hips and guiding her. She could feel him, hard and strong, even through his clothes, and her body started moving of its own accord, grinding against him, seeking more of the friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Ah, Mrs. G," the elder chided, his voice a low rumble. "Such a naughty behavior. You see, this isn't how a good wife acts, we have to train you, prepare you." Shame flooded her, but it did nothing to dampen the heat between her legs. She bit her lip, stifling a moan. The other elder approached from the front. "You see?" - his voice demeaning - "You act like a wanton woman." Her pressed his body into her, and now she was squeezed between them. His hands went around her hips and started kneading her ample ass. The other's hands came from behind and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her back arching slightly, pressing herself further into their. "Look at you. You're a mess, Mrs. G. Someone could take advantage of you in this state.". The thin line she had drawn between right and wrong, between desire and shame blurred into oblivion. Her heart pounded in her chest, denial battling acceptance, as their hands kneaded her big breasts and rounded behind, rotating her body between them and appreciatively savoring her fullness. "You must understand, Mrs. G," one of the elders murmured against her lips, his words vibrating through her, "how vulnerable you are. Let us show you how vulnerable.". Mrs. G’s mind was a whirl of uncertainty, protesting yet yielding to the forbidden thrill that these men could evoke. Her body betrayed her once again as the elder's fingers found their way to her pussy. "Ah!" she gasped, the shock of the intimate touch sending a ripple through her, but her open mouth was quickly shut by elder's lips. His kiss was deep and probing, coaxing her to surrender. The silken slide of his tongue against hers sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her knees buckle, and the room swirled. ‘What was happening to her?’ she questioned, but with each passing moment, the fogginess increased and her thoughts became nebulous. "You need this," the elder with his fingers buried within her said, his voice low and decadent. "To feel like this, to realize what might befall a wife alone, without her husband. This is important. Protection, in all forms." His fingers moved with skilled, choreographed motions, exploring, teasing, bringing her closer to the brink. Mrs.G's heart pounded like a drum, her body responding to the older men’s siphoning of control. Her breath caught, her head inclined towards the heavens, her body arching as if to escape the electric pleasure that cascaded through her. The bald elder's fingers worked with a relentless pace, driven by his own silent demand, her pleasure now at his command. "Feel it, Mrs. G," he encouraged, his voice dark and rich, "Relinquish to us, to your protectors." The waves hit her suddenly, fierce and unforgiving, as pleasure seized her. Her cries echoed through the empty tavern, her body shuddering, her toes curling into the floor, seeking some grip on reality. As the tremors subsided, a clarity rose, settling over her. Shame mingled with the release, a complex concoction of emotions, but the elders' hands remained, gently holding her as she steadied herself, their words now a familiar melody of 'protection' and 'safety'.