As I've said before in previous tales, I'm a businessman trading on the East
Coast of what was colonial America. The time is the 1760's.

I was on another one of my frequent business trips and looked forward to
stopping in a small bay town in Maryland. There was an inn there that had become
my favorite place to dine and rest. On an earlier trip I met a bouncy buxom
barmaid who went 'way beyond the normal task of satisfying her guests! You may
wish to read two of our previous bawdy encounters.

Upon entering the town, and much to my dismay, my favorite inn was shuttered. A
local tradesman said that the innkeeper closed for a few days to attend a family
wedding in Virginia. My pretty plump Penny was using the time off to visit her
family on the Eastern Shore. I was crestfallen. I was thirsty, tired and horny
as a rabbit! My balls ached for my sexy Penelope. The local told me of an inn in
the next town and that I should go there. I thanked him and rode off.

I checked my horse and wagon into the stable behind the inn and then went inside
to see what was what. I hung my hat on a peg by the door and seated myself at a
table near a window. An attractive middle-aged woman came over and asked me what
I'd like to have. I ordered some of the stew I smelled cooking in back and a
tankard of ale. The lady, a Mrs. Denby, was very friendly and always had a smile
for me when she came to the table. She was dark-haired but proportioned like my
young girl Penny: an ample bosom and a wide posterior. Damn, I loved it each
time she put down a fresh mug of ale! As she bent over she gave me a quick look
down the front of her dress. I also got a generous look at her broad bottom each
time she leaned over to clean a nearby table. My disappointed cock began to stir
as I ate my dinner and watched Mrs. Denby tend to her chores. I only got a
glimpse of Mr. Denby as he briefly came out of the kitchen to speak to his wife.
I assumed he was the 'chef' of the inn and the missus tended to the bar and
serving duties.

I finished my meal and Mrs. Denby cleared the table and then brought me another
ale. "On the house!" she said. "You're new to this inn aren't you?"

"Yes" I told her. I said I usually stayed in the next town. She knew the inn and
said it was a fine place. Little did she know how fine it was!

"Will you be stayin' long?" she asked.

"Only overnight. I have to press on to Fredericksburg in the morning but I'll be
stopping by on the way back" I replied.

"Well, I hope you'll be comfortable with us". With that, Mrs. Denby smiled and
winked and went about her duties. Just then, a stable boy came in and asked me
to come to the barn. Seems one of my wagon wheels was about to come apart and I
should look to it. I said I'd be there shortly and finished my ale. Before
joining the lad out back.

I spent more time out with the wagon than I'd planned but between the boy and I,
we fixed the wheel. I went back into the inn but found it dark. Mrs. Denby told
me I had the third room on the right up the stairs, so I took the key off the
rack behind the bar and went to my room.

It appeared that a light was on in my room as I approached. Perhaps the missus
lit it for me before turning in. I opened the door and to my surprise there was
Mrs. Demby in my bed! Her long brown hair was undone and spread out over the
pillows and she was smiling at me alluringly. She was only wearing a thin,
almost transparent nightgown. Her bodice barely contained her bountiful breasts.

"What the...!" I stammered. "Please close the door sir!", she said. I did as she
asked and put down the candle and bag I was carrying.

"Madam, what about your husband?" (I had visions of a jealous man with a musket
coming after me for violating his wife).

"Don't worry about him. He's been asleep for an hour. He drank himself into
dreamland again. He can't hold his brandy. That's why I serve and he cooks. He'd
drink us out of business if he had regular access to the bar stock. I though
you'd like a little warmth and comfort tonight on your first visit. Just showing
you my hospitality!" I wondered if Mrs. Denby was doing this because she was
bored and needed a good poke or she had done this back in England as a whore.
Many women came to the colonies after being convicted of prostitution.

With her warm proposition, she laughed and threw back the covers. Her thin white
cotton nightgown barely concealed her voluptuous curves. "Strip off and come to
bed sir" she cooed. " I'm sure you need to relax after a long journey and all
that work in the stable." Mrs. Denby then pulled up the hem of her nightgown all
the way to her belly and revealed her thick thighs. Between them lay her dark
furry love mound. She placed her hand on her pussy and gently stroked it as if
it were the 4-legged variety. The scent of a woman ready for sex filled the
room. My heart raced with the thoughts of plowing Mrs. Denby's furrow and also
of her husband shooting me to death. I decided that a gentleman never turns down
a lady's offer of a free fuck!

I began to undress as Mrs. Denby probed her pussy with her hand. As I removed my
shirt I could see her fingers were sticky with her dew. My cock had swollen to
rock hardness and this apparently pleased the missus very much. "Come on sir,
take down your breeches and let me see your big fat battering ram! I'm in a mood
for a proper fucking and can't wait any longer!"

This spurred me on and I tore at the buttons on my breeches. Soon I had them
down and my stiff cock sprung into view. Mrs. Demby's eyes grew wide as she took
in the length and girth of my prick. "Oh you glorious bastard! You are hung as
our horse in the stable! Get in bed and make your hostess happy!"

Totally naked I climbed into the bed with Mrs. Denby. It was a soft down-filled
bed and the sheets felt and smelled freshly laundered. I pulled Mrs. Denby's
hand away from her pussy and bent down and began to administer to her quim with
my tongue. She writhed and bucked as I buried my face in her cunt hair. I licked
her labia and flicked my tongue around her clitoris until she was moaning and
breathing heavily. She became orgasmic and I tasted hot juices pouring from
inside her.

I came up from her pubic area and pulled her nightie up over her head. She
offered no resistance. She now lay naked under me with her soft tits lying free
and unfettered. I wiped her cunt juice from my mouth with her nightgown and with
both hands began to fondle her breasts. She smiled as she spread her legs again
and arched her back. I then aimed the head of my cock at her steamy pussy and
slowly slid it past the tangled mass of sticky curls. Mrs. Denby cried out as I
completely sheathed my dick inside her.

"Shhh" I said. "Your husband!"

"Oh fuck the sodden bastard!" she replied. "Put it to me good and proper!"

I fucked Mrs. Denby long and hard while attending to her sizeable titties. If I
wasn't squeezing them with my hands, I was sucking her large nipples. I finished
her off with a cannon shot from the head of my prick. Her cunt was completely
awash with the cream from my balls. As I withdrew, a warm mixture of our love
juices flowed from her pussy.

She collapsed into the mattress sweaty and breathless. I showered kisses over
her entire body. This only fired her passion all the more, because she soon
rolled over and offered up her bum. "Fuck my arse Sir! Take me hard and ream
me!"

She pointed to a small vial of scented oil on the table next to the bed. I
lubricated my cock with it and also applied a measure to her puckered asshole. I
took both of her but cheeks in my hands and began penetrating her ass with the
head of my dick. She cried again but I slowly entered her and continued until my
entire cock was inside and my balls caressed by the flesh of her buttocks. I
gave Mrs. Denby a good ass fucking that night and we were both exhausted when I
had finished. I pulled the covers over us and fell asleep next to her soft round
body.

Mrs. Denby must have awakened in the early morning hours and gone back to her
husband. She was in the inn serving breakfast when I was getting ready to leave.
I ate some bread and coffee and left to take charge of my wagon and horses. I
left my hat on my chair on purpose because I knew Mrs. Denby would bring it out
to me. I needed to say goodbye privately.

True to form, the missus came out with my hat and we said our fond farewells.
She kissed me lightly on the lips out of sight of anyone else and asked me to
come by the next time I passed through. I assured her I would go out of my way
to return to her inn and got on the road.

I left driving the wagon down the road with an aching hard-on. I love my young
tight Penny but Mrs. Denby was warm and comfortable on a cold night! I cannot
wait to come back!