Milton Belle

Part 12.
John awoke and in the darkness felt Margaret moving beside him. Then he heard soft moans coming from her.
As his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom he noticed her hands above her head in total abandon and lay back to watch her in the throes of her erotic dreaming.

She gave an especially heartfelt cry and this awakened her. John slid his arms around her. ' A pleasant dream My Love ?'
Margaret looked at him. Golden eyes wide and he was appalled to see troubled.
' It was a lovely dream'. She told him. ' You were so gentle with me. But I'm sure it wasn't the sort of dream a respectable woman ought to have'.

She found herself kissed with comforting tenderness. ' You're a married woman dreaming of pleasure to share with your husband. What could be more respectable than that ?'
John breathed against her skin. ' So will you share with me darling ? I can't imagine you have anything to shock me with'.

Margaret looked at her husband's softly smiling face. Surely she could trust him with her secrets. So she nodded bash fully .
' You need a cord and something to blindfold me with'. Respectable or not there was no doubt that John approved of her idea.
A smile of lustful delight spread across his face and he gave her a side long smirk as he climbed out of bed.
He returned bearing a curtain tie and one of his cravats. ' Will these do Love ?' He asked.
Margaret nodded and raised her hands. ' Now you need to tie me to the bed.' Her voice was quiet and held just a tinge of fear.
' Don't be afraid'. John reassured her. I'll stop whenever you say. Please trust me'.

And Margaret realised that this was what her dream had been about. Complete surrender and total trust. ' I trust you My Love'. She told him.

John tied her hands gently to the bed head and lightly fastened the blindfold over her eyes.
' All well ?' He asked and he kissed her as she nodded her assent.

He deepened the kiss. Letting his tongue probe her mouth hearing her gasp as the sensation was heightened by lack of sight.
Now long fingers were slowly descending the curve of her neck, down onto each breast flicking briefly at the nipples before moving again.
Margaret's gasp of pleasure became a moan of frustration as her nipples were awakened and then neglected.
John just gave a deep chuckle as his fingers drew circles on her belly and hips before his full hands slid down the outsides of her legs to her feet. Then back up the inside leg stopping well before the inner thighs.
Thus drawing another frustrated wail from Margaret. ' Longing so much for me My Sweet ?' John whispered. ' I have other pleasures for your heavenly body first'.

For a moment Margaret thought she had been left alone.........then warm lips were brushing against her throat nibbling at her ear lobes.
A burning line trailing down to first one breast then the other lapping and sucking at the nipples until she was almost weeping with the pleasure.
From there he travelled to her navel swirling round and probing the adorable little indentation with his tongue. And how he loved discovering the many captivating sounds she had to show her enjoyment of him.

But in his own state of arousal non could sound more charming than her begging him.
' John...Please....I want you.........' He couldn't tease any longer after that. Drawing off her blindfold he gave her the lewdest of grins.
' How is this comparing with your dream ?' He asked. ' Better....' Margaret gasped.
' Much , much better'.
A tumultous wail tumbled from her as John slid smoothly into her so slippery and ready was she.
John did not begin to move immediately so Margaret pouted and wiggled against him. John chuckled. ' Just one second Madam while I free your hands'.
One tug of the cord and it fell away. John felt small hands in the small of his back as he began to move slowly
' Thank you Angel'. He murmured against her ear. ' I would have hated to miss the pleasure of you lying there wanton and aching with desire...............' . Now he thrust more vigorously feeling her hips rise to meet him. Willingly and totally his.
He slowed down so he could speak again. ' .......So beautifully innocent though. All open and full of trust.'
Words melted away now as John was overcome by sensations. Margaret's lips, face and throat soft beneath his lips. Her soft scent in his nostrils
The pules and whimpers of her pleasure floating into his ears in harmony with his deeper moans.
Margaret's hands caressing his spine and holding his a**e and the whole body bliss of her heated, dripping wet, trembling p***y sliding up and down his cock.
Their bodies had found their own rhythm as concious thought gave way to instinct. Margaret gripped tight to John's arms and buried her flushed face in his neck as waves of tsunami proportions crashed through her and she feared her cries might otherwise disturb the whole house.
She tensed and sank into total gratification as John groaned into her hair before dropping beside her glowing and replete.

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As she woke next morning Margaret found her nightgown laid beside her. ' I asked Jane for our breakfast in here this morning'. He kissed her. ' Have you all to my self for just a little longer. We only need be dressed until Jane has been......Then we eat au naturelle'.
Jane's soft knocking at the door broke into a passionate clinch between her master and young mistress.
And she saw ' Miss Margaret ' looking decidedly flushed but certainly happy. And the Master more relaxed and contented than she'd ever known him.
' Thank you Jane'. Margaret smiled re assuringly and the girl bobbed a curtsey before leaving hurriedly.

They'd eaten breakfast and made love again before they finally dressed and emerged to face their first full day as Mr and Mrs Thornton.

Hannah was waiting as she usually did to see John off out to the mill. Allbeit rather later than usual.
The cause of his lateness wrapped in one of his arms. Hannah fought a wave of jealousy that threatened to engulf her as she saw the love enveloping her son and new daughter in law.
John stepped up and hugged his Mother close as he'd always done. She instictively reached up to straighten his cravat as normal.
Then she let her hands fall defeatedly. ' No. I shouldn't. That's Margaret's priviledge now.'
And she took a step away from John. Margaret moved over and took her hand gently.
' If John doesn't mind you continuing to do that Hannah then neither do I. He hasn't stopped being your son. He loves you as much as he ever did'.

And now she moved away. John gave her an approving smile then went to his Mother. 'Now where were we'.
Hannah completed her task feeling a little unsettled that Margaret was handling the matter of sharing John better than she was.
' I'll leave you in peace now'. She said and went off to regain some composure while her Son and his wife prepared to part for the day.

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A month later.............
Was it really a whole month since his marriage John marvelled ? It had passed in a whirl of pleasure filled nights and sweet days where he knew he would see his Margaret again when his work was done. No more desperate lonely yearning for her.

Work was hard at the moment. The first task on getting the money Margaret had given was to pay off the bank loan.
Then there was the matter of getting the outstanding bills payed from reluctant customers.

But gradually as world wearyness melted from him blown away by Margret's love he became more of a force to be reckoned with and the money was starting to come in at last.

When time allowed he went to check on the progress of the public gardens. It was a long way from completion but the overgrown field had been turned into a blank canvas for Messrs Higgins and Boucher to work their magic.
' Gotta give nature her proper credit too though Sir'. Higgins told him. ' We conna do it beawt her help. And er won't be rushed at it'.

Margaret had in her quiet efficiency got the Mill Kitchen up and running and Bessie's cooking was going down well.
The news had begun to spread across Milton how Thornton's workers were able to get a hot meal during their working day.
Margaret heard the talk in the streets and found herself stopped to answer questions about it. She glowed with pride at how her husband's Mill was the talk of the town. It hardly occurred to her that she too was talked about.
Young Mrs Thornton actually getting involved in her husband's business.........The very idea.
But she was involved. And happier that way. John worked hard and had a great love for his Mill. Only right and proper she felt that a wife should care for what her husband loved.

The Marlborough Mill School was more grist to the Milton gossip mill. The fact that Margaret Thronton was teaching Mill children the 3 Rs and more besides apparantly caused either shock or admiration depending on the person thinking.

The training of Bessie had ground to a halt however. Not that she wasn't doing well. For indeed she was. But the Mill Kitchen was taking more time than Margaret had expected and she felt it wouldn't be fair to have the poor girl teaching as well.

She didn't want to worry John with this problem so she confided in her friend Cecily Harrington.
Lord and Lady Harrington had bought Margaret's old house so that Cecily and an older Maiden Cousin could live there while Cecily was courting Dr Boucher.
'I'm sure he'll propose soon.' She told Margaret. I do very much hope so'.

Over tea she listened to Margaret's problem. ' I really can't teach there full time. She told her friend. And we need the classes to stay small so running it for 4 afternoons is obligatory to make sure all the children have a chance.
'I can manage 2 afternoons but I must have someone to do the other 2. I have to be a Wife and Daughter in law too'.

Cecily promised to talk to her parents to see if they had any advice on the matter. Margaret suggested that Cecily and Thomas Boucher might come to dinner later that week with her self and John.
Hannah was to have Friday evening out with Sir Cedric Boucher so they could freely entertain friends that night.
' Let's see if we can encourage this proposal along'. And they giggled happily.

On the Thurday morning as John, Margaret and Hannah sat eating breakfast together the post arrived.
John sorted through the various envelopes. ' One here for you Darling '. He handed something to Margaret that looked like an Invitation.

it was. Mr and Mrs James Latimer
Request the pleasure of the company of
Mr and Mrs John Thorton
At the Wedding of their daughter Anne
To Mr Henry Lennox
Wednesday September 16th

Margaret felt a shiver of fear. She didn't trust Lennox. One would have hoped that on his own wedding day............But she didn't hold out much hope.
Well if he tried anything this time.........wedding day or not she would tell John.

TBC