The Major's Wife

by The Major's Wife (lit)

  He heard Jeffrey say, “Lulu, listen to me. We are leaving first thing in the morning. All the wounded and women will be taken to the depot for safe return to St. Louis. No argument. I will escort you myself and you know I will never let anything happen to you. I love you, darling, more than life itself.”

  Eagle watched Lucretia turn in her husband’s embrace and put her arms around his neck, hiding her face in his shoulder. Eagle could not hear her words, but her body alone expressed her pain. I hope someday to have a wife and love like the one they share. He turned away, no longer able to watch without guilt.

  Lucretia heard her husband’s words, but refused to accept them. She was not leaving him, no matter what he said. Things were not as bad as he said. He led her from the stable across the compound to their cabin. So close to completion, so very close. He lit a fire and put a couple of buckets of water on to warm. Slowly, he kissed her mouth, letting his tongue touch hers. He moved his tongue up to lick away her tears. He pulled off her bonnet and released her cascade of curls before running his fingers through them.

  She lifted her hands to the sides of his head, pulling it down to her mouth. Her kiss was urgent and full of desire. He responded as she hoped he would. They quickly undressed each other, kissing and touching everywhere.

  Things did not go according to her plan after this. She planned to extract a promise from him during sex, allowing her to stay in her safe new house and not go with the others. She rolled on top of him, pressing her tits, swollen with desire, against his face. He licked her nipples, taking one and then the other in his teeth, nibbling gently.

  She felt his cock searching for the opening between her legs. “Are you ready, darling? Do you want me to spread my pussy wide for you? Do you want me to sit on your cock? Do you want to fuck?” She knew that sex words excited him, so she teased him with them as she teased him with her body.

  “Lulu, please. Yes, I want to fuck you. Open yourself for me. Sit on my cock. Let me feel your wetness. I need you.” He groaned as she did as he asked. Slowly, she slid her slick pussy down over him and began to ride him. First, she moved slowly, watching his face as his desire built. She increased her rhythm. She took her hand and touched her clit, making sure he watched what she did. He groaned and squeezed her tits as her own need mounted.

  “Oh, Jeffrey, how can you send me away? Think of yourself alone in our bed. Will you jack yourself off, dreaming of me like this?” She bounced up and down with her hair flying in abandon, as she knew he liked.

  He grabbed her waist and held her down over his cock tightly. “If I have to jack myself off, then that is what I will do. You are leaving and that is the end of it.” With his terse words, he arched up and shot his cum into her, not waiting for her to finish.

  She lay back down atop his body to kiss him again. Instead, he rolled her off him. “Jeffrey, what is wrong? What did I do?”

  “Lucretia, you know exactly what you did. You tried to bribe me with sex to get your way. Have you thought about dying here in this place that you hate? Because that will happen if you do not leave, and I do not want you to die. Sometimes I think you are never going to grow up. It is time to stop being a child and become a sensible woman.”

  Lucretia lay unmoving, stunned by his words. “Grow up? I am a woman already. Would a child fuck you the way I do?”

  He interrupted her. “That is the only thing you want from me. Just sex, pure and simple. Is that the only reason you married me? No, do not answer…I know it is. You should have stayed in St. Louis with your friend Ruby and joined her and her johns.”

  Her anger needed venting, but he did not allow it. “Do not say a word. I am not finished yet. I think you do not even know how selfish you are; that is the sad part. I love you, but there is more to marriage than one-sided love and great sex. Now, be honest with yourself and me. Have you ever loved me, even a bit?”

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  Instead of anger talking, it became guilt, knowing he was right. “How could I have married you if I did not love you?”

  “That is not an answer. It is another question. Try the truth.” He pulled her close and pushed his mouth down on hers, hard. She struggled, trying to break away, but he held her tight, forcing his tongue between her teeth while his hand moved down into the juncture of her legs. His fingers found her clit. His caresses were not gentle this time. Instead, he pushed it hard and moved quickly. She fought him, trying to push him away, but he held her firm.

  Her body took control, even while her mind wanted him to leave her alone. She could not stop her hips from pushing even harder against his hand as her convulsions began, one after another, giving her a climax like none before. When she collapsed back against the bed, her body throbbed still and her mind refused to admit that she wanted this kind of sex. Hard and raw. Lord, what kind of a woman was she?

  Jeffrey stood naked, looking down at her, his cock at half-mast. “Is that the way Ruby liked it? Did you have sex with her and her johns? I think you did. Otherwise, there is no way you could have learned the things you did to me. I thought I was marrying an innocent girl, but instead I got a whore. Never mind, Lucretia, I shall take you to the train depot tomorrow as planned and you can return to your previous life of daytime lady and nighttime harlot.”

  Now her anger took over. “How dare you say those things? You know I was a virgin. I watched Ruby, but I never had sex with anyone but you, before or since we married, and I did it to learn to please you.”

  She stood beside him, grabbing his penis in one hand and his balls in the other. He tried to push her away, but she held firm and dropped to her knees. He had hardened while playing with her pussy and it had not gone away, even during his tirade at her. She took the cock into her mouth and moved her tongue around it. She felt his response, even as he tried to pull himself away.

  He could not stop his desire—which she knew—as he began to move with her. When he came, he cried out while spewing his seed into her mouth. The look he gave her was filled with pain and loathing. Had she done the wrong thing again?

  He stepped away from her. “Lucretia, we cannot have a marriage based on sex alone. Dear God, forgive me, but I cannot resist you and you know it. What kind of a man would I be if I let you control me like a puppet?”

  “Am I allowed to say anything, Jeffrey? I did not marry you for sex. I did not even know what it was until you took me on our wedding night. You taught me so much in those two days. You taught me well and made me want it, and you, even more. Apparently now you wish you had not done so. Well, I will do as you say, only because I do not want you embarrassed by anything, including having a harlot for a wife.

  “Hell, Major. I might start jumping every man here soon, so it is a good idea for me to go away. Unless you would like to watch. Or participate? That is a great idea, husband. Go find someone to join us in our sweet marriage bed. Find someone with a big cock you can enjoy seeing me fuck.”

  Jeffrey had never hit a woman in his life, but he wanted to now. She had goaded him too far. He raised his hand, but stopped when he realized what he was doing. At that moment, he understood why men strike out in anger without thinking. Lord, he was not one of those!

  He looked down at her soft, smooth, sexy body; he knew he still desired her and always would. “Yes, I bet you would like that, would you not, Lucretia? Well, I will see what I can do for you. I am sure I can come up with someone to fuck you. Any special requests? I know there must be at least a dozen men out there who caught your eye.” He dressed with his back to her. “Be ready to go when I return for you. It might be a good idea for you to clean up now and get ready for your next man. No, wait! I will bring your bathtub and you can give us both your ‘Lucretia Bathing’ seduction scene.” He closed the door softly as he left.

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  She had goaded him until his rage had taken over his common sense and she did not know why she had done it. Was it because he was right? She was a slut hungry for a cock? No, not really. She only wanted him a
nd his cock.

  However, she had hurt him dreadfully, for no apparent reason. As she sobbed into her pillow, she remembered all the hateful things they had said to each other. Her words cut, as she had intended them to. His were in retaliation. Suddenly, as if a light came on, she realized that it was because she did not love him that she was trying to punish him for her own faults. He deserved more than that. She knew him to be a good man, one who really did love her, and who asked only for her love in return. All she could give him was sex, because she felt no such love.

  But then again, maybe he really did want to see her fuck someone else. Ruby said most men like that. Lulu had watched two of Ruby’s customers share her one afternoon. Was that what Jeffrey wanted? Well, if he did, then she would oblige. Would he enjoy it? Or was he just trying to hurt her? Either way, she would do it. She closed her eyes and tried to picture someone else with her and her husband. The other person was a blur, but she felt her pussy dampen and her body soften in anticipation.

  Common sense took over as she wiped away her tears and washed her reeking body with the lukewarm water on the stove, emptying the bowl in a corner of the room. Dirt floor be damned, she thought. She dressed in the gown on the floor, not caring if she looked disheveled and messy. She did not bother to comb her hair, but tied a bonnet over her head. She tossed away her torn undergarments and slid back into the soiled bed and was asleep in minutes.

  * * * *

  Outside, the wind was picking up as Jeffrey walked quickly across the compound to the officers’ office. It was not even five in the evening, but the sky was black with clouds and the only men outside were the sentinels, huddled against the walls overlooking the prairie. He had changed the watch times for the night to give the men shorter periods out in the bitterly cold night.

  Through the window, he could see Black Eagle at his desk, lantern glowing as the captain worked, bent over whatever he was reading. Jeffrey’s anger had not lessened, but rather built, as icy fingers of the dark night surrounded him.

  I should be warm, he thought. In my cabin. Damn woman! She drove me to hitting her. She is not the sweet little virgin I thought I married. She is a manipulative, brazen female with the morals of her friend Ruby. She could not have learned what she knows by just watching. How man cocks sampled her soft pussy? How many mouths have suckled her tits? How many cocks has she teased with her lips?

  Even as his anger grew, he felt desire. Desire to see her do the things he imagined. What was wrong with him…wanting to watch his wife fucking as he ran his own hands over her body? The picture sharpened as he opened the office door.

  Eagle looked up, surprised to see his commanding officer come in from the cold, windy night. “Major, what brings you out? I was just ready to retire myself, but if I can do something for you…” He let his voice trail off as he looked at Jeffrey’s face.

  “Perhaps there is. But let’s just talk awhile…man to man, not as officers.” Eagle nodded, sat back in his chair, crossed his feet on his desk, and waited.

  “Have you ever been married, Eagle?” A shake of the head told him no. “Do you like women? Do you like fucking them?” This time a nod. “When I was young,” continued the major, “one of the things I liked best with the whores was going with my best friend and taking one of them together, just the two of us. Well, I liked two whores with me alone, too, but that meant twice the money. So my buddy Charlie and I would pool our money, and in the end sharing one saved us a lot. We both liked it that way and we made sure the woman liked it, too. Have you ever done that? Did you like it?”

  Eagle nodded again. “Yes, several times. My friend Daniel and I had an older whore, almost past her prime, but she knew all the ropes and taught us a lot about women and what they like. So, Major, what does this have to do with anything?”

  “Have you ever fucked a woman with her husband there?”

  Eagle was slow to reply. “Yes, I have.” Where was this going? He could not be asking…he could not be suggesting… God, if true… He felt himself harden just thinking of the woman who shared the major’s bed.

  Jeffrey sat for a long time without speaking. “This is hard for a man to say, but say it I will. I want you to join me in fucking my wife.”

  Eagle looked into the other man’s eyes, trying to read his thoughts. All he saw was pain mixed with a plea. “Are you sure that is what you want? Men have killed each other for less.”

  The major stood and laughed. “I promise I will not harm a hair on your head…which, incidentally, is past due for a cutting.” He stuck out his hand and Eagle slowly rose and took it, shaking it with a firm grip.

  “I wondered when you were going to get around to the haircut. All right, as soon as I can. But what are you doing, offering your wife to me? Does she know about this and agree?”

  Jeffrey closed his eyes for a moment, remembering their argument. His anger grew again and the need to punish her grew again as well. Normally he was not in the least vindictive, but this time he wanted her to hurt like he hurt. He did lie as he answered, but told a tale as good as any lie. “There are women who…you know…just cannot get enough. No one man can ever satisfy them. My uncle told of one woman who finally said ‘no more’ after the sixth guy finished her…for the second time. My uncle said she was great. She was ready again after every one of them and they claim she came with every one of them, each time, but needed more.”

  “Are you telling me that your wife is one of those women? I cannot believe it.”

  “No, only that she wants more, even if we’ve done it four or five times a night. She is never really satisfied and I feel like a failure. Tonight I knew she was not satisfied, so I asked her if she wanted another man, too. She did not answer, which I took as her answer.

  “I could hardly get one of the enlisted men, now could I? You are an officer and a gentleman and I know I can trust you. I love my wife and she needs…well, I want her to do it. Will you help?”

  Eagle was unsure, but picturing her blondness for his taking was more than he could refuse. He nodded.

  “Good, I have one stop to make before we go to the cabin. My lovely wife always wants a bath before fucking and I promise it is a sight you will enjoy. So, come, my friend, let us spend a few hours with the beautiful Lulu.”

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  The wind rattled the cabin so intensely that it woke Lulu. She felt beside her…no Jeffrey. A flash of memory and their fight overwhelmed her. He was not back. How long had she slept? She closed her eyes and lay still as the door opened. She had not lit the lantern and the candle had burned out, so she could not see a thing. She heard a wrestling of boots being removed as a weight sat beside her on the bed. A hand touched her head gently and a form stretched out beside her. The hand caressed her cheek, then her lips, tenderly, and then were replaced by another pair of lips.

  Softly the lips moved over hers, then down to her neck and throat. She put her arms around the shoulders that pressed down on her, now kissing her again. This time, his tongue slid behind her teeth and moved in a way she had never felt before. Suddenly she realized the man was not Jeffrey.

  Who was it? Had Jeffrey really made good on his threat to bring someone else to share her body? She pressed her hands to the chest and tried to push him away, but he held her firmly and continued to kiss her until she weakened. One hand slid down to her breast and the other lifted her skirt and ran up and down her leg.

  “Stop. Please stop. Who are you? What are you doing in our cabin? Please let go of me.” She felt tremors of lust up and down her body and felt a wild disappointment when the caresses stopped. The man rolled away as the door opened.

  “Damn, Lucretia, what happened to the lantern? You might have thrown some more wood on the fire, too. Christ, woman. Now, girl. Can’t you do anything without being told? Can’t you do anything for yourself?”

  At Jeffrey’s words, her anger roared to life again. “I will not have you talk to me like that. I was asleep when this—” She stopped to look at the sha
pe in shadows on the bed beside her. “Are you responsible for this person being here? Did you bring him to…like you said you would?”

  “Yes, my sweet wife. My sweet virgin wife. My chaste angelic wife. And not only that, I brought your bathtub, too, so that you are clean as a baby for us both. Hell, Lulu, I am hard already, just thinking about it. And I bet your pussy is wet, too.”

  “What kind of husband are you? What kind of man wants his wife covered by someone else? If you really loved me, you could not let this happen.”

  “Ah, just the opposite, my dear. I want you to have everything you need.” He lit the lantern. “Are you not going to welcome your second lover?”

  She turned to look into the face of the man she detested. The man who hated her as well. But this time, his eyes were soft and full of desire, instead of eyes looking at a dung beetle. He touched her hair gently, but looked at Jeffrey. “Major, it appears to me that your wife is unaware of your plan. For me to go any further—well, that would be rape. I have never raped a woman before and I don’t intend to start now.” He reached for his clothes without taking his eyes from her strained face.

  “Mrs. Sawyer, I am sorry to have offended you. I thought this is what you wanted, and only a saint would pass up the chance to lay with you.” He dressed quickly and left the cabin without another word.

  Jeffrey swayed as he moved toward her. He lost his balance and fell to the floor, where he passed out. She threw a blanket over him and returned to her bed, but she did not sleep immediately. She remembered the soft kisses and caresses in the dark with the man she presumed hated her. She admitted to her own response and knew that if her husband had not entered when he did, she might have gone on with it. No, not might have, but probably, surely, definitely she wanted to give in to the lust he created in her. She knew she had desired him and that he wanted her, too.