Free The Obedient Wife (an erotic short story) by Delilah Devlin

The Obedient Wife
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    O nce there was a miller who had no sons to labor in his mill or assure him comfort in his old age. His wife had died long ago, giving him only a puny baby girl, whose worth didn’t become apparent until she blossomed into a woman.
    For then, her beauty stole the sunshine from the sky to sparkle in her red-gold hair. The birds grew mute when her lovely voice trilled. No truer blue or rosy hue could match the color of her eyes or soft, round cheeks.
    To keep safe his only treasure, the miller locked her away inside their cottage while he considered how best to reap the rewards of his good fortune. When the time came for her to wed, he sent a message to the village, offering up his precious daughter for enough gold to see to his comforts for the remainder of his days.
    His announcement met with loud guffaws from the townspeople. For how could a scrawny, ugly man such as himself sire a creature worth the gold he demanded?
    When no one offered him his fortune, he let one townsman inside his home to peer upon his bonny daughter.
    The man eyed her comely face, touched her soft hair, but declared that her body must be misshapen and demanded to see more before he contemplated offering her bride price.
    Now, the daughter was no fool. She knew her father meant to sell her to the highest bidder, but she’d spent her entire life inside her tiny house and longed to see more of the world, well beyond the confines of their small village.
    So while she was willing to remove her gown and allow the townsman to look upon her naked flesh, she lashed out with a viperous tongue, letting him know she’d make the man who married her a miserable cuckold.
    Despite her outburst, more men came, offering her father gold, fine linens, and furnishings to ogle her—enough riches to see to the peasant’s comfort throughout his old age. For a time, he was content to simply let the town’s men look while his fortune continued to increase.
    However, while he counted his money, his daughter waited and watched for she was blessed with more than a stunning face and figure. Her mind whirled with exciting possibilities, and a plan began to form.
    The daughter played upon her father’s avarice, asking him why he should lower his sights to the townspeople when lords in neighboring demesnes would be willing to offer so much more. Upon hearing this suggestion, the father eagerly set out to spread the word about his beauteous daughter, careful to avoid the subject of her temperament.
    While he was gone, the daughter continued to allow the men to visit, offering more to the married men among them than just the sight of her bounteous curves, for she knew the married men would keep their silence.
    As she sank her mouth down the long slippery shaft of the barkeep, she counted in her head the coin she’d made, secure in the belief that only a few more days of service would provide her enough to buy her way to a port where she could sail to the edge of the world if she so desired.
    “Aye, you’ve a talented mouth,” the swineherd murmured, catching her hair at the back of her neck and forcing her to take him deeper in her mouth. “But I’d pay more for the use of yer hot quim, girl.”
    She bit down, unmindful of his howls, and came off his long shaft. “Should that fool of a father find me a rich husband, I will need to be a virgin.”
    The smithy, whose fat cock she stroked with her fist, patted her bottom. “There are other places a man can stick that a husband will never discover.” He named a price, which made her eyes light up with greed, and she turned her bottom toward him, happily gobbling at the pig herder’s cock while the smithy pushed his into her arse.
    The moist sounds their bodies made and their agonized groans as they found their pleasure excited the young woman, for the longer she withheld their pleasure, the more they were willing to pay for the release she offered. And though her jaw constantly ached, her hands felt