Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (45 page)

The messenger retuned and informed Jean and the Welshmen that they were to clean themselves up and present themselves at the royal residence to have an audience with King Henry.

At the hearing, Jean stood in between Sergeant Jones and Steve-e-Joe and she was so busy feeding her eyes that she heard practically nothing Captain Morgan said when he was called forward to give an account of himself. Jean couldn’t take her eyes off the King and the people in his court; the pageantry of it all fascinated her and she had never believed there were actual enclosed spaces as big as the halls and courts she was witnessing.

The King was a big man with a beard and his clothes were as beautiful as his face was stern. Jean never believed a man would dress in such finery, but when she looked around the court, she could see most of the men were dressed in finery, although none of their clothes could be compared to the King’s. Looking at the ladies, Jean felt a little out of place for while they looked extremely gorgeous in their elaborate dresses, she only wore the blouse and skirt that the English ship’s captain had given her just before the pirates captured them, and a pair of old shoes.

Jean was so much in awe of the place, and of the people, that she didn’t hear the judgment handed out to Captain Morgan but she tried to listen when she saw the captain bow and take a few steps backwards. Then the archers did the same and Jean wished she had paid more attention. As the men turned to leave, Jean tried to do a curtsy, and then hurried out of the court behind Captain Morgan.

Captain Morgan was a happy man; he told Jean that the King put most of the blame on the ship’s captain, whose body had washed up on the beach. Only three sailors made the swim to the shore out of the ones that were made to jump overboard and they raised the alarm too late for any ships to give chase. Jean was especially sad that Lady Josephine’s maid didn’t make it.

“Right, what’s next?” Sergeant Jones asked as he clapped his hands. “I think a jar of ale is called for after going through that little adventure.”

“Well we haven’t got paid yet,” Captain Morgan said, pointing behind him. “They are writing out a chit for our pay, and I’ve got to go to the treasury to collect it first. The next thing we’re going to do is find a church for these two to get married again.” He put his arms around Jean and Steve-e-Joe.

Everyone looked at the Captain, puzzled.

“They’re still looking for the murderer, Steve Bateman,” Captain Morgan explained, “and the two men that arrested Steve-e-Joe up in Redditch have still got their wedding certificate. Besides, the name on that piece of paper isn’t this poor lad’s anyway.” He smiled at Steve-e-Joe. “So, what was your real name before you agreed to act out this silly adventure as Mr. and Mrs. Bateman?”

Steve-e-Joe had an embarrassed grin on his face. “Oh, I was, I mean I am… My name is Joe Wiggins, Jean and Steve Bateman’s friend.”

Captain Morgan turned to Jean. “So do you still want to marry Steve Bateman or remarry this fine boyo,” he hugged Steve-e-Joe, “my squire Joe Wiggins?”

There were tears in Jean’s eyes as she said, “I want to remarry Joe under his name.”

“And so you will, Jean gull!” Captain Morgan said, and he clapped his hands excitedly. “Right men, first, I don’t want to hear the name Steve-e-Joe ever again, from now on it’s Joe, plain and simple Joe.”

All the men agreed and began chanting, “Joe, Joe, Joe.”

“Alright you’ve got the idea!” Captain Morgan held up his hands to stop his overenthusiastic men. “Now the next thing is to get Joe and Jean safely to Lord Bedford’s estate where he has promised Joe a job on one of his farms.” All his men nodded. “It may be two days out of our way, seeing as we’re all mighty eager to get home to Wales, but… We’ll have a wedding to celebrate!” They all cheered.

Jean was so happy she couldn’t stop sobbing. She was overjoyed and she didn’t need anybody to tell her that she was the luckiest 19
-year-old in the world.

Captain Morgan picked up the money due them from the treasury and distributed it round the men. Joe got himself a squire’s pay with a little bonus and the first thing he did was buy Jean a new pair of shoes. They found a church in the next village and Jean got married to Joe with the Welshmen singing so loudly in the church pews, they made the windows rattle.

The captain limited his men to only four jugs of ale that night, saying they had to get used to drinking again and he didn’t want to spoil the wedding by having his men fighting with the locals. They camped out in the countryside, on the road to Lord Bedford’s town somewhere in Hampshire. They built a large campfire and everyone got in a jolly mood, singing and telling stories.

“Oh well,” Captain Morgan said, hours later, pointing to the tent that had been given to him by the King’s army supply sergeant, “Sergeant Jones and I are ready to turn in, we’ve got a lot of miles to cover tomorrow so I suggest we all get an early night.” Some of his men started to say it was still early, but the captain pretended not to hear them and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Wiggins, I know you haven’t got a tent to spend your wedding night in but you are more than welcome to share ours. It can comfortably sleep four.”

The men went quiet and looked at Jean with a knowing grin on their faces. Jean looked at Joe for an answer, and it was written all over his face, he had the same knowing smile as the men. “Well captain,” Joe looked up at the sky, “there are some gathering dark clouds and it does look like rain, so Mrs. Wiggins and I would welcome the shelter for the night.”

Jean looked up. The night sky was very clear and as the men started to giggle, she realized Joe had only been fooling around, looking for an excuse. Not like he needed any.

Most of the men got up and bade the Wiggins a good night. Jean knew the men all knew what was going to happen when she got to bed but they pretended for her sake that nothing untoward would happen in that tent. The men would take a good look if opportune though, just like they did that first night on board the ship when someone moved the lantern up close in order to see everything that was going on in the tiny bed. Only Tom Thomas told her what had happened, the rest of the men pretended they were asleep throughout her lovemaking session.

Jean noticed the tent was a little bigger than the one they share
d on the march to York. The lantern was hung high in the middle of the tent and Sergeant Jones, who had unrolled the two beds, was holding the tent flap open for them. Jean looked back and saw that all the men had disappeared into their tents and the ones who didn’t have tents had curled up in their blankets, Captain Morgan went in first and Joe held Jean’s arm to led her in. Jean was pretty excited because it had been a long time, months maybe, since she shared a bed with the three of them. But it felt like it was only a week ago as she went and sat next to the handsome captain. Joe sat beside her, mirroring the smile on her pretty face. Sergeant Jones came in after her and as usual, proceeded to kneel by her feet. He had a lustful grin of anticipation on and Jean saw that the captain had one too.

There was a very brief, awkward moment of silence where none of them made any move and then Joe suddenly began take Jean’s blouse off.

“Jean love, why don’t you tell the boys the story you told me about Pedro?”

“It’s not a story really,” Jean said. She watched the sergeant carefully take her new shoes off and she thought,
Here we go again, I have really missed this.

“It’s a ‘kind of’ story anyway, so why don’t you tell them what you told me?” Joe lay her down and kissed her fully in the mouth. He took the breast nearest to him, offering the other one to the captain, which he greedily took in his mouth as he whispered how much he had missed her. The three of them lay side by side, bodies intertwining, with the sergeant waiting at their feet.

Jean knew they lusted for her, and she shamefully admitted to herself that this was what she wanted also. How many other girls could say they spent their wedding night with three horny men? Jean went on to tell them about Pedro.

“Pedro’s job was to make sure no man got into our cabin and got Lady Josephine or me pregnant.” Jean lifted her bottom up for Sergeant Jones to take her skirt off. “Pedro said he wasn’t allowed to shag me or her ladyship, but it didn’t stop him having a feel of us both.” She watched the sergeant take his breeches off, and smiled when his thick cock sprang out. It took her breath away when his beard tickled her thigh as he kissed his way up her legs and she opened her legs wider for him.

She went on with the story. “Pedro had us tied to the bed and wanted to see us naked, so he would undress us and would have his fun out of finger shagging us.”

Jean suddenly felt she had had enough of telling silly stories; she didn’t mind when they told her stories but telling them was a whole different game for she found she couldn’t concentrate with the three of them caressing her. She gave her first moan of pleasure, and looked at Joe.

“Oh Joe, I’ve missed you.” She kissed him, and she bucked her hips as the sergeant’s thick fingers got her in the mood quicker than ever before. His tongue flicked her mound, in a wet, slippery dance with her magic button. “Oh God what are you doing to me?” she asked. It was a silly thing to say but she said it because the sensations were very intense and she knew they loved watching and hearing her come. “Oh sergeant please, it’s too much.” Jean had learned to fake coming and knew all the right moves to make but she didn’t need to fake anything here; she was getting there. Jean was purring, and moaning, waiting for Joe or the captain to smother her cries of passion, but they just stared at her, enjoying the buildup.

None of them seemed to worry that the men might hear her. Jean was wriggling and thrusting her hips up to meet the sergeant’s fingers, just like they liked to see her. Sergeant Jones was relentless; he kept his fingers working but he crawled out from between her legs and took a knee beside her. Jean looked ahead and noticed they hadn’t tied the flaps so there was a huge gap staring back at her. She didn’t dwell on it because she was too far gone to care but she could swear that Joe, the captain and the sergeant were all aware of the bloated peephole. She was also sure that the men would all be outside peeping in and watching them just like they did on the ship. They would see be seeing everything clearly for the lantern was brightly lit for the benefit of more than the four people in the tent.

Jean continued to thrash about; if the men outside could pretend that nothing was going on inside the tent, then she could definitely pretend she didn’t know they were outside watching her. She decided to give them a good show and when Joe made love to her, she didn’t hold back any of her cries. The three of them made love to her one after the other and each time they rolled off her, they left her exposed to the men outside and Jean played the pretending game, letting them have an eyeful. They then went another round with each of them taking her doggy style just to tease the men more as they each raised their knees off the bed, exposing Jean’s spanked bottom to the men.

Jean could only imagine what was going through their minds. She was sure she was driving them mad with lust and she remembered Tom Thomas telling her that all the men went to bed and jerked off after watching her on the ship. She wished them well.

The next morning everyone got up early and began to pack up. Not one man asked Jean how her wedding night went. It was almost as if last night’s show had never happened. They travelled speedily that day and when night came, they made camp. It would be the last camp they all shared before dropping Jean and Joe off. They all sat around the campfire moodily until Captain Morgan said it was time to turn in.

All the men seemed eager for an early night and Jean guessed they all wanted another show just like the one she had put on the previous night. Goodnights were exchanged and everybody innocently dispersed to their sleeping quarters.

Jean settled down in between Joe and the captain when they entered the tent and she noticed the lantern was shining bright. The flaps were slightly open and she was sure the whole band of archers was expecting and hoping for a repeat performance.

They got what they asked for.

The three of them took turns to make love to her and the thought of the men watching her seemed to add to the excitement running through her.

Jean lay there panting for breath after Sergeant Jones rolled off her. She didn’t close her legs, just her eyes and she rested as Joe whispered in her ear, “You never did see Sergeant Evans’ thick cock, did you?”

Jean’s eyes shot open. “No,” she whispered back, “I went in the wrong tent, remember?”

“It’s our last night with the boys,” he said, smiling at her, “and you did say you wanted to thank him for stopping them from hanging me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but…” She looked at Captain Morgan and then Sergeant Jones. “But it’s the captain’s tent.”

Captain Morgan smiled at her. “I think the sergeant and I can take a long walk, I’m sure Sergeant Evans would like you to thank him.” Captain Morgan and the sergeant grabbed their breeches and walked lazily out of the tent.

She heard the captain say, “I’ll see if Sergeant Evans is awake,” as he disappeared into the darkness.

Jean was sure Joe had planned that with the captain and she nudged him in the ribs. “What are you up to now?”

“Joe, is it alright to come in?” Evan Evans whispered.

“Come on in sergeant,” Joe said as he rubbed Jean’s tits invitingly to him. He laid the offer out immediately, saying, “Take your breeches off, I told the wife how you waved your cock at those sheriff’s men and she was… interested.”

Jean watched silently as Sergeant Evans eagerly pulled down his breeches and a big, thick cock sprung out of his breeches. She said nothing, just smiled at him as he came and lay down next to her. Jean noticed the flap was still open, and she was sure the captain and Sergeant Jones were out there in the dark watching them.

Joe pointed at Evans’ cock. “That’s the weapon he chased the men away with.”

Jean knew that was an invite for her to have a feel, so she did. “Wow, it is big.” Evan slowly and nervously stretched his hand to touch one of Jean’s breasts and she smiled to put him at ease. Jean lay back and waited for Joe to drive things along. Joe smiled at Jean and asked Evan, “The captain tells me sergeant, that you know the story of the Jumping Salmon?”