Let's Swing

by Piquette Fontaine

  “Well boys, I hate to do this,” Jerry said as he pushed $10 into the middle of the table, “but my hand is just this good.”

  The other three players automatically folded, all looking kind of relieved. That left Jake and Jerry in the hand. Jake made a show of studying his hand for a minute, then at the money he had left in front of him, and then finally at Jerry. “You are a tough man to read, Mr. Sawyer. I can’t tell if your hand is really that good or if you are just trying to push me out with your money. So let’s do this,” he said while he placed his last $10 onto the pot, “let’s draw and see where it takes us.”

  “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jerry said with a grin, “I’ll take two.”

  Jake sent two cards flying to Jerry, and then took two for himself. Jerry picked up the first card and felt a little disappointment when he saw that it was a King of Diamonds. The second card an eight of Clubs, was not any better. Still, Jerry was still excited by his three Aces, but he knew he wanted to get Jake to fold, just in case. He looked at the older man, wondering what he held in his hands.

  “Well, I’ll be honest, Mr. Thorn, those cards did not do much for me, but I still like my chances of winning. So what I’m gonna do is shove all of this money into the pot and warn you not to try and match it.”

  Jake looked at Jerry’s pile of cash and said, “I think we’ve passed the Mister stage. Can I call you Jerry and you call me Jake?”

  “Sounds fitting, Jake.”

  “Wonderful,” Jake said, “now, how much money is that, Jerry? And how much did you come here with?”

  Jerry looked at the cash, “That’s another five keeping my original bet of ten company. I came here with only $2.”

  Jake whistled, “That’s quite a haul for you tonight, Jerry. You’ve done a good job of cleaning us all out tonight. As you can see, I don’t have five in front of me. The only way I can match your bet is either get up and steal from my own restaurant or offer you and your beautiful wife a free dinner at your earliest convenience. Which do you prefer?”

  Jerry didn’t have to think about it, even for a second, “We’ll take a meal on the house, no doubt.”

  Jake nodded, “Glad to hear it. So, what do you have, Jerry?”

  With a laugh, Jerry decided to build suspense, and turned over the King and then the Eight. He could see the hope building in Jake’s eyes, so Jerry then flipped over the Aces, one by one. As Jerry did, he scanned Jake’s face for signs of sadness. He was shocked to see happiness build there instead.

  “That’s a pretty good hand, Jerry, and would have beaten just about every hand we’ve played here tonight,” Jake said as he flipped over his cards one at a time, “but this hand, I think I’ve got you beat.”

  Turned out, Jake was right. With all the cards turned over, he had a straight, Ace to four. It was messy, but plenty big enough to beat Jerry’s three Aces.

  “That is quite the hand, Jake. I did not see that coming,” Jerry said, and for the first time he became suspicious, “and you bet $10 on that mess of a hand still needing two cards to fill out that straight? That’s a lot of faith in the cards.”

  Jake put a shocked expression on his face, “What are you implying, Jerry? I am no cheat. It was the luck of the draw.”

  Jerry didn’t budge in his suspicions, “That’s a lot of money to risk on luck.”

  “I am getting offended here, Mr. Sawyer,” Jake said, “If you distrust me so, we can forget this hand happened and you can take your winnings back. I must warn you though not to disparage my person any further.” Jake stood up and Jerry noticed that six-shooters hung from each of the older man’s hips.

  Jerry forced his lips to smile, “There’s no need for that, Jake. I am sorry if it sounded like I was questioning your integrity. It is late and I was being a sore loser. Please forgive me.”

  Jake’s anger disappeared like magic, “Apology accepted, Jerry. I can understand getting upset when Lady Luck starts dancing with someone else.”

  “Well, I don’t know about dancing, but she definitely stepped all over my heart tonight,” Jerry said, and then looked out the window where the first rays of sunlight were peaking over the horizon, “or should I say this morning. I really do have to go. Tabitha will be waking soon and will not be happy if I am not there.”

  The other three men bid him farewell, and Jake said, “Come back anytime, Jerry, I am sure your luck will return!”

  Jerry just waved behind him as he jumped on his brown horse and rode off. He never looked back, so he did not see how all four men were smiling and clapping each other on the back.

  “Boss, why did you want us to string along that fish for so long?”

  Jake turned to the man, “Because that fish has the most beautiful wife I have ever seen. I am going to make her mine, one way or the other. After playing cards with him, I think I’ve found the best way to do it.”

  Tabitha was awake and worried by the time Jerry returned home. He spent thirty minutes apologizing to her, and another hour giving her a detailed account of everything that happened during the poker game. Tabitha understood why her husband had stayed so long, since $15 was a lot of money and would have helped them make lots of improvements to the farm. She also picked up on her husband’s suspicion that Jake Thorn was cheating.

  “So you’re not going to go back and play cards with him again, right?” Tabitha asked, sure she knew the answer.

  Jerry proved her wrong, “Of course I am! Jake may have cheated on that last hand, but now I know what to look out for. He’s not very good when it comes to poker, and I am sure I can beat him and make us some money.”

  Tabitha was worried, but wanted to support her husband, “Whatever you say, Dear, I trust you.”

  “And I love you for that,” Jerry said, stifling a yawn, “but first, I need to take a quick nap. Can you wake me up in about an hour?”

  “Absolutely,” Tabitha said, kissing his cheek, “get to bed and when you wake up, I’ll have some breakfast for you.”

  That night and morning at The Silver Spur started a new pattern for Tabitha and Jerry’s life. At first, Jerry would only make a trip into town to play poker once a week, normally on Friday or Saturday night. Jerry would return home as the sun came up, sometimes with an extra dollar or two in his pocket. Most of the time, though, he would be broke, with a tale of how close he was to bringing Thorn’s fortune home with him. That was also a change. At first, the owner of The Silver Spur had been Mr. Thorn, and then for a short period of time, he became Jake. Now, as Jerry’s lack of luck at cards continued, he would only utter the name Thorn as if he was spitting out an epitaph.

  Tabitha tried numerous times to convince Jerry to stop going to The Silver Spur, but none of them worked. In fact, he started going more often, leaving earlier and staying later.

  “Why are you leaving now?” Tabitha asked one early Tuesday afternoon as Jerry jumped on his horse.

  “I need to help with getting the kitchen ready for tonight’s meal. If I work through the evening, Thorn will give me two dollars, so I can play in the game.”

  Tabitha crossed her arms her chest and said, “Well what a bout the work here? We have fences to mend and there’s someone eating the carrots we planted.”

  “Take care of it, Tabitha,” Jerry said as he turned his horse and galloped away, “I’ll be back late, with my winnings.”

  Tabitha watched him leave, knowing at least part of that sentence would be true. The words from her father-in-law jumped to the forefront of her mind. Jerry can be a hard worker, but he needs constant motivation and attention. You let him alone, and he’ll wander off as soon as something shiny catches his attention.. Right now, playing poker and winning money was Jerry’s shiny attention grabber, and Tabitha had to figure out a way to steal that attention back. She already knew that work on the farm did not have that power, so her next option was cooking. When Jerry had said her cooking was better than the food at The Silver Spur, he had not been trying to butter her up. Tab
itha could work miracles with every meal, and she planned to outdo herself to keep Jerry at home.

  “I am leaving for Thorn’s place,” Jerry yelled into the house the next day.

  Tabitha walked out of the kitchen with a plate of pork chops, “Okay, Dear, but I planned on cooking these for dinner, are you sure you can’t go in tomorrow instead? I am also baking an apple pie that should be ready later this evening.”

  The sight of the pork chops made Jerry’s mouth water and his feet reverse course. He sat down at the table and said, “You know I can’t say no to your pork chops. When will they be ready?”

  Tabitha laughed and kissed him on the cheek, “Just an hour or so, plenty of time for you to check on the fields and then I will all of this ready for you, okay?”

  Jerry got up from the table and kissed his wife again, “Sounds great,” and he walked out the front door and into the field.

  The only problem was Tabitha could not keep making massive meals every night. After a week away from the poker table, Jerry was once again back at it, spending every spare penny in hopes of winning the big hand. Tabitha had one more trick up her sleeve, or in this case, her dress.

  Jerry walked towards the front door and muttered, “I’m going to Thorn’s so don’t wait up.”

  Tabitha did everything she could to keep her anger out of her voice, “Have a good time, Dear. Before you go can you help me with something, please?”

  Jerry snapped back, “What?! I’m in a hurry!”

  “Won’t take but a second,” Tabitha lied as she stopped in front of him and then turned around so her back was facing him, “Can you scratch my middle back? I have an itch that I just can’t reach.”

  Jerry moved his fingers up and down Tabitha’s back, eliciting a low moan from her, “Oh Jerry, that is perfect, keep doing that,” Tabitha said, “just a little faster.”

  Jerry sped up and used his fingernails. As he did, Tabitha leaned forward at the waist, until she was a breathing right angle. She also backed up just a little, so that her butt grazed her husband’s groin. It had been a few weeks since they had made love, so the contact opened Jerry’s eyes wide and his groin reacted almost immediately.

  “Oh, that feels just right, Jerry, and if I’m not mistaken, you like it, too,” Tabitha said as she wiggled her butt slightly and stood back up, “the only thing that would make this better is if your fingers were scratching my bare skin. Can you undo the button at the top of my blouse in the back?”

  “Of course,” Jerry said, his voice a little hoarse from excitement. Tabitha was often energetic in bed, but remained reserved outside. This is a welcome change, Jerry thought as he undid the top button.

  Tabitha’s fingers sped through unbuttoning her blouse and said, “Can you help me with this Jerry?”

  “Absolutely,” Jerry answered and he pulled the blouse away from Tabitha’s shoulders, revealing her naked back.

  “Thank you, Dear, now scratch! I still have that itch.”

  So Jerry went back to scratching, first in the middle of Tabitha’s back, but then his fingers spread along her sides, to her stomach, and finally they lightly ran over her breasts, caressing the soft, supple flesh.

  “What do you think you are doing, Mr. Sawyer? That is not where my itch is,” Tabitha said as she fell back onto Jerry’s chest, enjoying his touch.

  “Well, Mrs. Sawyer, I have my own itch that needs scratching, and groping you is the cure,” Jerry said as he first squeezed Tabitha’s breasts and then lightly pinched her nipples.

  “So all you need is to do a little groping, or are you looking for something else?” Tabitha asked. She moved her left hand behind her, resting it on Jerry’s member, which was now at full strength. Tabitha deftly undid his belt and then popped the buttons on his trousers until they fell to the floor.

  “Tabby, you are driving me wild! What has gotten into you?” Jerry asked as he felt her hand slide up and down on his cock.

  Tabitha turned around in his arms, while keeping one hand on his member, “Nothing yet, but I am hoping this,” she squeezed him for extra emphasis, “will get into me very soon. What do you say, Husband?”

  In response, Jerry kissed her, grabbed a double helping of her butt and lifted her off the ground. Tabitha wrapped her legs around Jerry’s waist as he practically ran up the stairs to their bedroom. Once there, he dropped Tabitha on to the bed. They both scrambled to rid themselves of the rest of their clothes, their eyes never leaving each other. Once Tabitha shed her skirt, Jerry’s eyes fell to the cleft between her legs.

  “Oh I love the sight of you naked, especially your quim. I need a taste right now,” Jerry said, and he kneeled on the bed between Tabitha’s outstretched legs. As his lips came into contact with hers, Tabitha let out a long, low sigh. On the night before her wedding, Tabitha’s mother told her that she should never expect to enjoy sex, that it was something only men wanted, and that she should never let her husband kiss or fondle her, ‘secret spot’. One night with Jerry and his amazing tongue had dissuaded Tabitha from believing any her mother’s sex advice. Now, as Jerry’s tongue explored Tabitha’s outer and inner lips, making sure they were all stimulated and soaked, she could not help but laugh at her mother. Jerry poked and probed, as if he was exploring for buried treasure. When Jerry found it, in the form of a small fleshy button, Tabitha was just as surprised as he was. Every time his tongue flicked over the protrusion, Tabitha felt a jolt of energy travel up and down her body.

  “Mmmmm, Oh Jerry, keep doing that, it’s amazing…mmmmm,” Tabitha moaned. She ran her fingers through Jerry’s hair and wound her legs around his shoulders, in hopes of forcing his tongue back to that special place. Jerry took the hint and put all of his attention on that one spot. Thirty seconds later, a strange feeling began to build in Tabitha’s quim, almost like she needed to pee, but a million times more pleasurable. That feeling grew stronger and stronger as Jerry licked and sucked on the protrusion, until it overtook Tabitha. She bucked her pelvis into Jerry’s face, the pleasure exploding throughout her body. Twice more she uncontrollably moved against Jerry, and then she lost the ability to hold onto him and her arms and legs went slack.

  Jerry sat up in the bed, rubbing his jaw which was slightly sore, “Wow, Tabby, what happened? Are you okay? ”

  Tabitha opened her eyes and saw her husband in all his naked glory, and her hunger for him returned ten fold, “Oh, yes, I am wonderful, thanks to you and your marvelous tongue. Now, I want a different part of you inside me. Come fill me up!”

  Jerry didn’t need to be asked twice. He once again got between his wife’s legs, but this time his head was lined up with hers. When he kissed her lips, Tabitha could taste herself on him, and she realized it was not too bad. Another of mother’s myths destroyed, Tabitha thought with a laugh. Then, suddenly, Jerry’s cock was at her opening, and it was all Tabitha could concentrate on. As he slid inside, the connection became the center of Tabitha’s world. She strained to feel every vein and ridge of Jerry’s penis as it moved inside her. He started slow, with a gentle motion that spoke of the love the couple shared, but Tabitha wanted something more, something that would make Jerry think twice before leaving her alone at night again.

  “Jerry, I want you to go faster and harder. I want you to go wild with me! Can you do that? Can you….” Tabitha wasn’t sure if she could actually say it, but she pushed herself, “Can you fuck me?”

  Jerry’s head snapped back at the sound of the curse word coming from his wife’s mouth, but then he realized what she was asking for, “Are you sure, Tabby? Is that really what you want?”

  Tabitha smiled and kissed her husband, “I want you, and I want you fully satisfied, so do it. Fuck me!”

  Jerry kissed her once more, and then he slowly pulled his cock almost all the way out. Then he drove back in, fast and hard. Jerry slammed into his wife repeatedly, taking long strokes as fast as he could. He kept his eyes on Tabitha’s face, watching for any signs of pain. To his astonishment, he saw pleasu
re instead of pain. Tabitha was amazed at the pace Jerry set with his strokes, and by how much she liked what he was doing.

  “You feel amazing, Jerry! Keep going! You are making me feel incredible!” Tabitha told her husband as he hammered into her. She noticed the beads of sweat forming on his face and running down his throat. She kissed his Adam ’s apple, sucking the sweat from it. His groan told Tabitha that he was close to the end, so she reached around his waist and then moved both hands to his butt and squeezed. The extra stimulation did the trick and Jerry exploded inside her. His release triggered a smaller explosion in Tabitha, and she pulled him deeper inside. Jerry’s body jerked several times, as his cock emptied itself inside Tabitha, and then he semi-collapsed on top of her. She loved the feeling of his weight covering her, so she hugged him with her arms and legs.

  After five minutes, Jerry disengaged from his wife, “Tabitha, that was incredible. What spurred that on?”

  Because I didn’t want you to go to The Silver Spur tonight, she almost said. Instead, Tabitha said, “I needed and wanted you, and if you are going to play poker, I decided to take you before you left.”

  Jerry laughed, “Well, I’m obviously not going now. You tuckered me out.”

  Tabitha rolled onto her husband’s chest and kissed him, “Well, good, maybe we can go again once you have gotten some rest. I like having you home in the evenings.”

  Tabitha truly thought she had broken Jerry’s poker habit when she woke up that morning, but just eight hours later, he was on his horse, racing towards town. Heartbroken, Tabitha did as many of Jerry’s chores that she could and fixed herself a small dinner. During the next month, Jerry’s addiction to poker at The Silver Spur hit a fever pitch. Nothing Tabitha tried would keep him home at night, and he started leaving earlier and earlier, hoping to make more money to play in the game. That is also when he stopped coming up to bed when he got back from the game.