Milton Belle

Again in this chapter I'm pleading a little artistic licence with regard to time. Cleeve Abbey is another real place in Somerset well worth a look.
I noted by chance that the Luttrells of Dunster had bought this property in the 1870s
but for my purposes I've brought that back so that it's open to tourists at the time of our story ( Nearly 20 years earlier ).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleeve_Abbey

Margaret never imagined that not only could she be so voluptuous, so aware of herself and her husband as carnal beings but unashamed of the fact and thoroughly enjoying it.

John had known that at first Margaret would be shy of her womanly powers. She was bound to be in a society that from childhood told girls that they should be seen and not heard, that they were the property and inferiors of the men in their lives. That sex was some kind of necessary evil and that 'nice' , ' suitable' ladies only acknowledged it when behind closed doors in their husband's bed. Even then it shouldn't be something they got pleasure from but an ordeal to be endured. Evidenceof the 'dark animal instincts' that men were cursed with.

John scorned the thought that his desires for Margaret were somehow 'evil'. How could they be when he yearned for her pleasure as well as his own ?

So from the beginning of their marriage he had sought to gently dismantle the barriers that his world wanted to exist between them.
He openly rejoiced in Margaret's growing lust for him. Drew her to express her feelings whenever she felt the need.

“ There'd be no shame in your seducing me Angel. He told her one night as they luxuriated in each other's embrace. Cedric had been dining with the Thorntons at Marlborough Mill that evening. And Margaret had admitted that later as the four of them sat chatting over tea she had been thinking of nothing but whispering lasciviously into John's ear and then leading him off to their room early.
John groaned melodramatically in mock despair. “ Oh what a missed opportunity.....That would have been the most amazing experience.
Beguiled and ensnared by my demure little wife right under the noses of my Mother and her admirer. That delicate little mouth exquisitely whispering things that ' nice ' ladies are'nt even supposed to think of .”
He took Margaret's hand beneath the covers to show her what result this confession had wraught upon him grinning wickedly at her as he lay back, strong arms strewn above his head in abandon.
“ So come on then Little Venus, seduce me. I'm ready....And I'm all yours”.

And Margaret had done so to her great and jubilant surprise. And to John's gratifying delectation.
“ Darling”. He said soulfully as he tenderly kissed her afterwards. “ I'm enchanted
to know I have a wife who is learning not be be 'nice'”.

Margaret had looked a little taken aback at this until John assured her that to describe her as actually being 'nice' would be the insult.
“ I just hate what constitutes 'niceness'. He told her ardently . “ |t means being prudish and denying yourself pleasure. Pretending that all the things we love to do together are abhorret....”.

So by the time Margaret had been on honeymoon for a few days she was fast on her way to losing all claim to 'niceness'.
She rejoiced in the feelings that welled up in her for her husband. The sight of his manly chest revealed as he discarded his shirt , the tight curve of his buttocks moving beneath his trousers whenever he walked ahead of her had her drooling

and brought a flood of wetness between her legs accompanied by the tingling throb of arousal.

Here at Dunster she and John had taken to going for a walk in the gardens before breakfast. At this hour they rarely saw anyone around which meant that they could indulge a new found passion for al fresco love making.

There was a large ancient yew tree that they had become fond of for the opportunities it afforded them.

A low thick branch was ideal for Margaret to lean on while John filled her from behind.
Another slightly higher branch was a perfect height for her to sit on, bloomers removed
stockined legs hooked around John's shoulders as he succulently ate her out .
The broad trunk and huge roots unsurpassable for standing or sitting against while Margaret moved her lips and tongue with increasing skill and growing relish over John's cock.
Either until he spurted down her eager throat or entered her throbbing pussy in a variety of positions.


Replete and glowing they would walk back to share breakfast with the ir host and hostess.
The knowledge of their early morning games hugged close to their chests. Along with their bedtime reading of passages from 'Fanny Hill' .

Margaret was surprised to discover that there really was nothing written there was any worse that what she and John did together already.
Though it gave the 2 of them plenty of ideas to try out

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fanny_Hill

It gave rise to some boistrous play ranging from Margaret being the innocent young 'Maggie' lured into the loss of her virginity by libidinous Mill Owner Mr Thornton.
To John being the naïve lad going to be initiated into the pleasures of the flesh by alluring society beauty Miss Hale.

.Their first few days in Somerset were spent exploring the castle, its grounds and the village with frequent sojourns to their bedroom or some discreet corner whenever lust seized them.
Now they were ready to explore further afield.


Arthur hd told John about a beautiful old Cistercian Abbey called Cleeve just outside Washford.
A victim of the Dissolution it became a farm and gradually fell into ruin and then a few years ago the Luttrells had bought it.
Finding that there was more to the farm than met the eye they had it investigated and archaeologists discovered a well preserved abbey convent building plus the foundations of its church.
“ Its open to visitors now.” He went on. “ It and the village are highly recommended. I'll put the carriage at your disposal if you'd like “.

So visit the abbey they did. Margaret loved how her husband was awash with curiosity and questions about all he saw and how he listened so intently to the answer.
She was full of interest herself John was pleased that she was unafraid to ask her own questions and voice opinions instead of just melting into his shadow as wives were so often expected to.
Her eyes were wide with wonder and whenever she turned to smile at him he was overwhelmed with love for this remarkable young lady.

Another day they visited a tiny hamlet called Blue Anchor with it's own beach. Margaret had never seen the sea before and it was years since John had had the time to visit a beach
so it was a treat for them both.

They took of their shoes and stockings and felt the samd on their bare feet. John strpped off his cravat and poened his shirt.
Giving brief tantalising smouldering looks at his wife to ensure it was having the desired effect on her. Of course it was.

Drawing her close he unpinned her hair letting it cascade in soft brown waves around her face. Then letting it wrap around him too as he kissed her.
“ Let's take off that corset “. He whispered horsely. “ I can't bear the thought of those divine curves squashed into submission by the wretched thing.

Well how could any woman refuse such an offer. They went behind a ock so that Margarte could lower her gown for John to unfasten the laces gripping her so tightly.
“A thousand painful curses on whoever invented these damn things “. He grumbled.
Then smiled as Margaret stood there as nature intended.

“ Better....Oh yes much better. In fact...........” He added dropping the corset and grabbing her instead , “ I'm not sure the dress will be needed for a while either.” And it followed the corset onto the mercifully dry sand.
And he continued to pronounce every garment each of them was wearing as entirely superflouous to requirement before dis carding them all.

He spread the blanket that had been used for theit picnic lunch back out and rollickingly wrestled her down onto it.

Covering her body that now trembled only from desire ,( he was keeping her plenty warm enough) with his own. He felt her shiver and quiver under his amorous onslaught. Margaret though how heavenly it was to see him so carefree. Hear him laugh and chat about silly things rather than just business.
Though she knew that to be a man of leisure all the time would be no use to him. What he needed was balance.

“ And you give me that My Sweet Maggie”. He told her dotingly. “ Mother is wonderful, but it's very hard to get a laugh from her and as for my buisness colleagues.......Well .”
He rolled his eyes and they both dissolved into giggles at the idea of these men who took themselves much too seriously, playing childlike yet sexy games as they were whole heartedly indulging in right now.

That night they dined with their host and hostess one last time before having a early night.
Their luggage was packed and ready for them to be off to Washford Station again in the morning to get back to Milton.

TBC