Chapter 60 - Open Wife

Aden's head whipped towards the stable's wooden wall as a glimpse of a shadow flickered through the gap. His pulse quickened, but he dismissed it, assuming it was merely Martin returning from the dining hall.After two fervent candle marks of joining with Indry, their bodies slicked with the mingled dew of passion, Aden could feel his restraint slipping. The coiling tension within begged for sweet release, every nerve ending thrumming with exquisite urgency.Capturing Indry's lips in a searing kiss, he pulled her lithe form flush against him, savoring the press of her curves against his own. This intimate embrace, their limbs entwined in sinuous harmony, was his favorite way to chase that dizzying pinnacle.Indry mewled into his mouth, her back arching as her inner muscles fluttered around his rigid length. Her nails scored delicious trails down his back as the first tremors of her climax gripped her. Aden drove into her with renewed fervor, determined to send them both crashing over the edge together."What's your name?" he rasped against the velvet skin of her throat, his voice husky with want."Huh?" Indry's brow furrowed, coherent thought fleeing as Aden's hips snapped against hers."Torrente," She prompted. "Indry Torrente..."A breathless shake of his head. "No, your maiden name.""Indry Carranza," she gasped out between ragged pants.The name seemed to spur Aden on, his thrusts taking on a frenzied urgency."Oofsh!" With a guttural groan torn from his very core, his release crested in a blinding wave of pure, incandescent rapture."Indry Carranza," he growled against the satiny curve of her neck as he spent himself deep within her welcoming heat. There was something intoxicatingly primal about marking his lovers so intimately, whispering their names like a possessive mantra as he claimed them completely.Indry's whimpers and gasps spurred him onward, fueling the raging inferno of his desire. He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, gripping him in rapturous pulses as her climax mounted. With a powerful roll of his hips, he angled himself just so, and Indry's back arched impossibly, her cry of release muffled only by his searing kiss.The spasms of her release ushered Aden towards the edge. He drove into her with wild desperation, cementing into her core as his own orgasm crested in a blinding wave of pure, incandescent ecstasy.Time seemed to still as he spent himself within her welcoming depths, their ragged gasps and the thunderous pounding of his pulse the only sounds in existence. Shuddering, Aden collapsed against Indry, his frame trembling with the aftershocks of their union.Gasping for breath, Aden rolled them to the side, cradling Indry's pliant form against his sweat-slicked chest as the last shudders of their mutual release rippled through them. Her inner walls still fluttered around him, allowing his viscous essence to trickle freely from her sated entrance.Long moments stretched into a contented eternity as they lay entwined, their harsh breaths slowly evening out into the steady cadence of intimates. His gaze drinking in the sight of Indry's disheveled beauty.Her silver hair was a tousled halo against the fragrant hay, her skin flushed and sheened with a dewy glow of satiation. As if sensing his appraisal, her eyes fluttered open, lips curving into the ghost of a smile.⁕⁕⁕Long, languid moments drifted by as they basked in the afterglow, souls slowly knitting back together after shattering into a million kaleidoscopic shards of bliss. When Aden finally managed to blink his eyes open, he caught another fleeting shadow beyond the stable wall, the scuff of retreating footsteps.Indry, utterly spent, remained oblivious, her eyes closed and her breathing deep and even. Fatigue tugged insistently at Aden's consciousness, but a tendril of unease wormed its way through the hazy contentment.Who had been lurking outside? And had they witnessed the forbidden acts that had unfolded within these weathered walls?As awareness slowly seeped back in, Aden found himself torn between indulging in the sated languor that clung to his limbs and investigating the disturbance. Reluctantly, he extricated himself from Indry's embrace, rising to his feet with halting movements.Gathering his rumpled clothing, he stole one last, lingering glance at the beauty sprawled amidst the tousled hay. A wistful smile tugged at his lips as he drank in the sight of her, so vulnerable in repose, her body still bearing the marks of their ardent passion.With a fortifying breath, Aden turned towards the stable doors, steeling himself to confront whatever...or whoever...awaited on the other side.With cautious steps, Aden made his way to the stable doors, every muscle in his body still thrumming with the lingering aftershocks of their passionate tryst. He grasped the weathered wood, steeling himself for whatever awaited on the other side before pushing it open with a creak of protest.Peering out into the pre-dawn gloom, he was greeted by...nothing. The courtyard beyond lay still and silent, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. A wave of relief washed over him as the tension bled from his shoulders.It must've been Martin, he reasoned, the lingering unease dissipating. The mute stablehand had likely returned from the dining hall, curiosity piqued by the telltale sounds of intimacy emanating from within the stable's walls.A lascivious grin tugged at Aden's lips as he considered the scenario. In his homeland of Median, such voyeuristic tendencies were not only accepted but expected—a rite of passage, of sorts.Indeed, in their culture, a man embarking on an illicit dalliance with another's wife would enlist the aid of a trusted companion, a wingman tasked with keeping watch and ensuring their privacy. It was an unspoken code, a sacred bond forged through the gravity of the act itself.And just as the wingman's discretion was paramount, so too was the expectation of recompense upon the deed's completion. Aden made a mental note to secure the services of a willing harlot for Martin at the earliest opportunity, a gesture of camaraderie and respect.Turning his gaze back towards the dimly lit interior of the stable, Aden's eyes found Indry's form, still sprawled amidst the tousled hay in sated repose. A fond smile curved his lips as he drank in the sight of her, every inch the embodiment of carnal beauty in the aftermath of their forbidden union.As he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, a realization crystallized within him. Indry was no mere conquest, no passing dalliance to be discarded and forgotten. No, she was one of the rare and coveted open wives—a woman who embraced the freedom to take lovers beyond the boundaries of her marriage.Aden's initiation into the world of open marriages and unbridled desire traced back to his adolescent days, when a chance encounter shattered his innocence in the most visceral way possible.His beautiful and beloved mother, Sira Ir-Ruhmi, a nympho consumed by insatiable carnal cravings, had always harbored a devious secret—whenever their travels took them to the city, she would slink away into the pleasure districts, surrendering herself to the lurid embrace of strangers.It was on one such sojourn that young Aden, his curiosity piqued by his mother's furtive absences, followed the trail of her indiscretions. What he witnessed that fateful day would be forever seared into his psyche—the wanton image of his mother, skirts hiked up, back arched in wanton ecstasy as a faceless stranger plowed into her from behind against the weathered slats of a granary wall.At that moment, the veil of innocence was torn asunder, and Aden's eyes were opened to the underbelly of desire that lurked beneath society's prim veneer. His mother's proclivity for open marriages and clandestine trysts became an open secret, one that he grudgingly accepted as the years wore on.Unlike the progressive ideals that took root in Wessen, the culture of Median still clung to antiquated notions of propriety—at least on the surface. Yet, even in the face of the Law of Lua's stern prohibitions against such debauchery, the people found ways to bend the rules, to indulge their most primal urges behind closed doors and whispered confidences.In the sprawling estates that dotted the Median landscape, it was an open secret that the sons of the household would engage in the occasional "wife swap," trading partners for the sake of novelty and variety. While such acts were frowned upon in polite society, they were an accepted transgression, a means of sating one's lust within the sanctioned confines of marriage.As Aden's gaze drifted back towards Indry's slumbering form, he couldn't help but marvel at the liberties afforded by the progressive ideals of The New Way that had taken root in Wessen. Here, the shackles of propriety had been cast aside, allowing for the uninhibited exploration of desire without fear of judgment or reprisal.A wistful smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the boastful words of a friend, uttered in the throes of youthful bravado: In Wessen, you can plow any woman and get away with it.At the time, such a notion had seemed like a mere fantasy, a pipe dream too scandalous to be true.Yet, as the first golden rays of dawn crept through the stable's cracks, bathing Indry's nude form in a warm, ethereal glow, Aden found himself living that very dream. He had tasted the forbidden fruit of Wessen world, and its sweetness was more intoxicating than he could have ever imagined.At that moment, Aden felt a profound sense of gratitude wash over him, for Indry had gifted him with more than just the exquisite pleasures of the flesh. She had offered him a glimpse into a world where desire and intimacy could coexist without shame or judgment, a tantalizing glimpse of the liberties afforded by the progressive ideals of The New Way.As he drank in the sight of her, a new hunger began to stir within him, a primal ache that demanded satiation. With a predatory grin, he prowled back towards the tousled hay, his footfalls silent against the packed earth.Indry's eyes fluttered open as he loomed over her, heavy-lidded with the remnants of slumber yet sparking with a familiar heat as she registered his presence. Without a word, she reached for him, her fingers tracing the contours of his body in a silent summons.Aden didn't need further invitations. he embraced her, intent on rejoining Indry amidst the fragrant hay. Descending upon her with a low growl, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming the expanse of her curves with possessive fervor.The day could wait a while longer—for now, there were still embers of desire that demanded stoking, flames that yearned to burn brighter in the waning shadows before the dawn.As their bodies intertwined once more, he couldn't help but wonder—what other secrets lay in wait within the tantalizing depths of this newfound world of indulgence?⁕⁕⁕