Within the Tavern Walls 9

The next day the same elder came to visit again. He asked for her to take her clothes again for another inspection, and Mrs.G followed his instructions She stood before him, no clothes, her heart pounding like a trapped bird against her ribcage. "Your skin is flushed, Mrs. G," the elder murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Your body betrays you." His hand cupped her ass, squeezing gently. She gasped, her hips moving of their own accord, pressing against him. "What are you doing, Mrs. G?" he said, moving behind her. "This isn't the behavior of a devoted wife, is it?" She bit her lip, stifling a moan. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But he couldn't help it, she pushed her ass into his groin. She could feel his manliness under his pants. Her body moved rhythmically, grinding her pussy against the length she felt through his clothes. "You are spoiling my pants, Mrs.G. This is not good sign!" Mrs.G moaned loudly as his hand slipped between her thighs, fingers probing. "This," he said, "this is definitely not the sign of a loyal wife, is it?" She shook her head. "No," she admitted, her body was on fire, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and need. "You're a naughty woman, aren't you, Mrs. G?" His fingers moved, stroking her. She nodded, her hips moving in time with his touch. "Do you like this, Mrs. G?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft. "Do you like being touched like this?" "Yes," she breathed, her body trembling with need. She could feel the edge approaching, her body tensing in anticipation. He pulled his hand away, leaving her bereft. She whimpered, her body still moving, seeking the touch that was no longer there. "The elders will need to discuss this," he said with a smirk. "This behavior is not becoming of a loyal wife. We will need to decide what to do with you." She had crossed a line, and she knew it. The question was now , what would the elders do with her?