Guy and Agnes

Easter was over, the first Council of Nobles since before Lent was called.

Guy was on duty the night before, which meant sleeping at the castle. Much as he missed his own bed, and the wife he shared it with, the castle had an ample compensation, in the form of Bessie.

She and Guy had been lovers ever since they had first met again. It was rare for Guy to spend so long with any particular woman, aside from his wife, and especially amongst the castle maids.

There was no doubt that Bessie was exceptional. As a virgin of 15 Guy had found his first coupling with her very memorable. Now with benefit of experience he knew how good she was. Her husband, one of the castle archers was no real match for her. He expected her to just lie there and let him 'take her'. Guy, had developed just as she hoped he would. Considering his partner's pleasure as important as his own.

As a married woman it was impossible for Bessie to spend whole nights with Guy, except when her husband's night duty coincided with Guy sleeping at the castle, which did not happen often. They had to make do with surreptitious hours snatched during the night, and appropriate times during the day.

Bessie had suggested that she might come to Locksley when his wife was away.

This Guy had squashed straight away. 'No Bessie, for this to work there need to be rules. I have an agreement with Agnes. She tolerates my other women, provided I do not neglect her. It is an arraignment that suits me well.

If you want us to continue you must accept this. I cannot have another woman in the house I share with my wife'.

Bessie, a sensible woman decided that if these rules would let this very enjoyable relationship continue , then so be it. One occasion that was heaven sent, was bath time. Guy had ordered a bath before the council, which Bessie prepared for him.

As he sat in the warm water, Bessie came in with the drying cloth, and locked the door behind her, before undressing and climbing in with Guy. The sight of his wet naked body, shiny where he had put on the bath oil never failed to turn her on.

Guy in turn found her very ample breasts fascinating. Particularly when she let him rub oil onto them. This had led to an interesting game. Bessie would press her breasts together, and allow Guy to slide his cock between them. It was very arousing, feeling just a little 'naughty'. Both of them would be more than ready after it, for Bessie to wash the oil from Guy's cock before lowering her self onto it.


The council was frankly boring. Guy found his mind wandering to a task that had been given to himself and Agnes, at the council before Lent.

Every year, on May Eve, a feast was hosted for the local nobility, by who ever was chosen to do so by the council. This time, Vasey with charmless sarcasm, announced ' I think it high time that the sainted Lady Gisborne showed her skills as a hostess. How about it Gisborne? Is your little woman up to the job?'

What was it about Vasey that could make a seemingly innocent comment sound like a terrible insult? He smirked at Guy, enjoying the fact that his master at arms was gloweringly angry, but unable to do anything about it. Vasey's feelings towards Guy had long been mixed. He wouldn't trust the man as far as he could throw him, and would never see him as an equal. However he had felt the stirring of lust, the first time he had seen him, and even more so now.

Seeing the smouldering look of anger on that beautiful face, he could happily have stripped the black leather from that glorious body and taken him him then and there.

Guy didn't do parties, all that small talk with a lot of people he could barely stand the sight of, he could well live without. He much preferred more intimate gatherings of people he actually loved.

No matter though, the gauntlet was down, and he had picked it up. Agnes's ability he had no doubts about. She would certainly not be left to organise the feast alone.

The staff of Locksley manor had taken Agnes to their hearts, in a way they never had with Guy. They would do their best to make the evening a success for their lady.

Guy, wanting his wife to look her very best, had a green silk dress made for her, as a surprise ( A girl from the estate with the same proportions allowed the measurements to be made secretly). He also had a necklace made, from un cut but beautifully polished aventurine crystals and small pieces of amber.

On the evening of the last day of April, Guy bathed and dressed himself in the same black trousers and silk shirt as he had worn at his wedding. Agnes's maids Kate and Martha were helping her to get ready ( twittering with excitement at the thought of her surprise). This would likely be a long job, so Guy went to supervise the final tooing and froing before the guests arrived.


From somewhere above his head Guy heard his name spoken. He looked up to see a heavenly vision in green at the top of the stairs. The dress suited Agnes even more than he had expected, bringing out the glow of red in her brown hair,which tonight was plaited and coiled on her head like a crown. The necklace, looking better than any gaudy jewel would drew the eye to her slender neck and the swell of her breasts.

Like a goddess coming down to earth, she glided down the stairs, and stood before her husband who could only gaze at her speechless.
Regardless of the staff coming in and out of the great hall, Guy pulled her into his arms, and kissed her tenderly, looking at her so reverentially that she felt tears in her eyes.

He found a voice at last ' I understand that in the village, they will have a May Queen tomorrow. I don't think they will have found one that will be a match for you.....' He offered her his arm his smile warm and loving ' Shall we go and greet your guests then.............your majesty?'

As feasts went , Guy thought, this had been a good one. Agnes had proved herself to be a wonderful hostess, as gracious and dignified as the queen she resembled. The guests had all been suitably impressed. The men in particular, who were all casting very admiring glances at Agnes.

This might have made Guy uneasy,if Agnes did not, at every opportunity, meet his eyes with a full on glance, shining with adoration. Guy looked therefore at the admiring men with confidence

'Yes' he thought 'you can all look, but it's me she's in love with'. Vasey, quite bereft of any opportunity to find fault (that anyone was paying attention to) contented himself with comments about Agnes's admirers. 'Better watch your back Gisborne, don't want one of them to make a bid.' It only angered him more that Guy was serenely unmoved.

One high point of the evening, was the appearance of an unexpected but very welcome friend. Giles Beringar Sheriff of Shropshire was visiting Vasey on business, and had been brought along.

He had little liking for Vasey, but had formed quite an alliance with Guy. Ignoring Vasey, he took Guy into a corner for a chat. Giles was completely bowled over by Agnes, pleased that although Guy worked under the unwholesome influence of Vasey, he had this sweet lady at home.

As the evening drew towards it's close, Guy felt he had earned a few moments of time with his wife, for whom he had a special proposition. Agnes's duties as hostess had meant that his only contact all evening, had been the adoring looks, and a few well timed brushes as they passed one another.


Leaning against the wall, he kissed her hungrily. ' I wonder if I could interest you in taking part in a rather charming custom' he murmured into her neck. 'It seems that tonight, the woods are going to be rather full of couples, who want to celebrate the beginnings of summer with lots of outdoor sex.' He looked at Agnes enquiringly. She smiled and nodded. 'I do think we need to wait until the rest of the guests have left though'. Guy smiled roguishly. 'Let me sort that out....wait in here for me'.

He went out to speak to the remaining guests. ' I don't wish to be rude, but Lady Agnes has a dreadful headache, she's worked so hard for tonight. I'm sure it's only tiredness. She really ought to go to bed'. From the solar Agnes could hear various sympathetic comments and the sound of farewells.

When Guy appeared in the doorway, grinning and holding his overcoat, and Agnes's cloak, she grinned back. 'You sir are very naughty telling such lies'.

Guy looked quite unrepentant. 'Half of the people here tonight wouldn't normally give me the time of day. They had a blasted cheek in my opinion staying as long as they did. Most ill mannered'.

The light of a full moon shone down through the trees of Sherwood forest, making the the naked bodies of Sir Guy and Lady Agnes glow like ivory.

The night was not especially cold but the two of them had plenty to keep them warm in any case.

Guy lay on top of his leather over coat, with Agnes's legs on either side of his head, and he was licking her warm wet opening and gently sucking on the hard bud above it. Her moans of pleasure were rather more muffled than his because her lips and tongue were currently employed on his cock.

Guy felt a warm rush of wetness amongst the tremors of Agnes's climax. The muffling of her cries which would have been loud, was not a problem because of what was impeding them. However much he loved what Agnes's mouth was doing, and it was blissful, he wanted to be inside another part of her.

He gently disengaged her head and moved her legs. 'Sit on top of me', he instructed her. This time there was nothing to prevent her sounds of blissful abandon, and Guy was able, both to watch her and to fondle her breasts and buttocks, as they moved together languorously as this position required.

Agnes was still so aroused that another orgasm swept through her very soon, which Guy was very glad of, a combination of his wife's skilfully oral ministrations and the sight of her above him, glowing in the moonlight, meant that he was exquisitely ready to burst, at last he did, with an ecstatic groan.

As the sun rose the next morning, Robin of Locksley rose from sleeping in Marian's arms to go hunting. As it was May morning the sight of naked couples asleep in the forest did not surprise him. His only surprise, came from seeing a tall, muscular, dark haired man, entwined with a brunette, under a highly familiar black leather coat. Which castle maid had he persuaded to follow the May eve custom with him? Robin wondered. Lifting a fold of brown hair over the woman's face, he had to stifle a chuckle. Well, well,who would 've expected Gisborne to play such games with his own wife!!

TBC