Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (46 page)

Jean was expecting to be kissed and held by Joe while Sergeant Evans took his reward. Now she felt more like a soldier’s wife again with another story coming up, one she had almost forgotten about.

“Aye, that I do, boyo.” Evan was feeling braver and more relaxed as his hand went down Jean’s smooth belly, and found her magic button.

Jean knew this was all planned beforehand; they must have told the sergeant to make sure he played with her magic button straight away to keep her in the mood, and he had wasted no time finding it.
What the hell,
thought Jean as she had another feel of his lovely thick cock,
I won’t have this when I’m a simple farmer’s wife, and I’ve been waiting a long time to have Evan Evans’ big cock.

“You want to hear the story, don’t you love?” Joe asked and Jean nodded.

“Well it starts with this Lord who had a river running through his land.” Evan began. Once a year, the salmon would come back up the river to spawn. and his lordship would lose a lot of salmon to the poachers. One of the best poachers was this David Davies.” Evan got up on his knees and crawled between her legs and got his fingers working without stopping the story.

Jean gave her first moan off pleasure and thought to herself,
The men outside will be cursing him for blocking their view.

“So his Lordship reckoned the best thing to do was put David Davies in charge of catching the poachers. Now there was this part in the river that became a waterfall and the salmon had big trouble swimming up it.”

Jean realized that Evan was having a little trouble telling the story in English, as he struggled for some of the words, and she guessed her bottom was going to be the waterfall and the two were going to be the jumping salmon. Jean was only half-listening to his Welsh voice tell another silly story.

“Well David Davies had three sons, all married and the youngest and his new wife were staying with David at his farm. So when David said he was going to be out all night watching for poachers, he extended his time till early morning when he helped the salmon jump up the waterfall. He counted every salmon he had helped up and since it wasn’t easy by any means, he wanted his three sons to help out. Lily was his daughter-in-law’s name… well she wanted to go with them, and she did. They only had one tent so when it became dark, David said to his two oldest sons that they could patrol the pond below the waterfall on the first watch.”

Joe kissed Jean and gently rolled her over on her belly. She rolled over willingly for she was already in the mood. Evan’s fingers were to thank – not the silly story – and she spread her legs for those fingers and they went back to working their magic. Jean smiled to herself and gave a little “oh” as Joe lightly spanked her bottom.

“So the story goes, Lily’s husband had gone in the tent and she was just about to crawl in behind him when she asked her father-in-law – who was sitting outside – why the salmon needed help. David Davies knelt down beside Lily and tried telling her. He put his hand on her back to stop her going all the way in the tent and asked her to pretend her bottom was the waterfall.”

Joe lifted Jean up on to her knees, she knew now that she was going to be Lily.

“David then put his hand on Lily’s ankle, and slowly slid it up her leg. He told her to pretend her legs were the river banks and the salmon swam all the way up the pond. David’s hand was up to her knee and Lily whispered in a frightened tone to her husband that Pa had his hand up her skirt. David said that it was the best way of showing her how they helped the salmon.”

Joe got on his knees in front of Jean, gave her a kiss and then put his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing Jean’s curved body backwards towards Evan. Jean thought it was a sign for the sergeant to take her and she was ready for it but he delayed a little, seemingly determined to complete his story.”

Evan began to hurry the story along. “Lily just stayed there on her knees while her father-in-law’s hands made curving, swimming movements up her thigh. David told her that some of the salmon were able to swim all the way up and over the waterfall on their first attempt, and his hand wriggled up over her bottom. Lily called out to her husband again that his Pa had just had a feel of her ass.”

Jean waited for the sergeant to take her and Joe pushed her back a bit further. Jean waited for Evan to take her but she felt him back away. When Joe pushed her back a bit more, she realized the sergeant wasn’t behind her anymore. He was by her side still telling the stupid story when all she wanted was his lovely cock. Joe pushed her a bit more and Jean could feel the cold night air hit her bottom.

Jean looked at Joe and only then did it dawn on her what they had planned for her. All the pushing had gotten her to the point where her bottom was now outside the tent – with all the men! Jean felt the flaps blow around her hips and rest around her waist: she was halfway out of the tent just like Lily. A cold, anonymous hand ran up her leg and another squeezed her bottom silently. The only sound she could hear was Sergeant Evans as he kept on telling the story while the men behind her maintained a total, deathly silence, almost as if speaking or making any kind of sound would ruin the moment.

“David told Lily that some of the salmon could only make it halfway up the waterfall and he gently inserted two fingers into her. Lily told her husband that Pa had just had a feel of her but David quietly said it was a salmon. She didn’t argue so David lifted her skirt up on to her back and his two other sons soon appeared. They wanted to play salmon jumping too and so they started feeling her.”

“Oh, Joe,” Jean moaned as one of the men’s cocks unexpectedly penetrated her. “What are we doing?” Jean knew they would all be queuing up to take her.

“You said you were glad the boys stopped those Arabs from cutting me to pieces,” Joe said, “so I thought I’d let them play their silly game of salmon jumping as a reward. It’s just the same as playing the King’s messenger, only there are more fish than there were horses.”

Jean had no reply to that because the man inside her, whoever it was, was picking up speed. She cried out with pleasure and as Joe kissed her, the sergeant went on.

“Lily said to her to husband, ‘I think there’s a salmon stuck between my legs, and I think it’s your brother’s salmon’. Her husband told her not to be silly but the moment Lily said his other brother got his salmon stuck up there too, the youngest son crawled out the tent and caught his brother shagging his wife. He was horrified. He desperately told his Pa to stop him but David said he couldn’t because it was tradition. He told his son that whenever women spent the night giving themselves, more salmon seemed to get over the waterfall, resulting in a better catch in the morning. He stated that this bountiful harvest of salmon to be caught in the morning was the reason he let Lily come along.

The boy looked at his father and then at his wife on her knees, and he asked her if she knew about the tradition. She could only shake her head, and then David got behind her and said, ‘There should be a good catch tomorrow, son.’ He shagged her till he came and then he handed Lily over to his other son. Lily seemed to be frozen to the spot while they had all had their wicked way with her. In the end, her husband didn’t want to break tradition so he took her too. And they all took her after that, again and again.”

Jean had lost track of Evan’s voice by now; she stopped following the story, as they took her nonstop one after the other, all shafting away without talking. No one even told her she had a nice bottom. When they were done, Jean’s palms and knees ached. Her insides were sore and she felt a dry pain within her. She didn’t know how many times the men took her, but she guessed it would be at least twice each because it had felt like one long, everlasting shag. Jean felt it wasn’t so bad because she had managed to come at least four times consecutively.

Joe pulled her into the tent and laid her down between them. Her first thought was,
I still haven’t had Sergeant Evans.
Joe kissed her and told her how marvelous she was. As soon as Jean got her breath back, her hand went and caught hold of Evan’s still stiff cock and she said. “That’s the last time I’m ever playing Salmon Jumping, I’ll take this last one then I’ll know I’ve paid all my favors. I won’t be a soldier’s wife from tomorrow on.”

Joe kissed Jean and held her in his arms while Evan took her roughly from behind; he was so proud of her. He said, “Well Mrs. Wiggins you are the best looking soldier’s wife in the world, and tomorrow you’ be the best looking farmer’s wife in the world.”

In a few minutes, she was clawing at Joe’s chest in ecstasy and he held her in his arms as she came again with Sergeant Evans.

The next day when they walked into Lord Bedford’s town, Captain Morgan asked a young man if he knew if Sergeant Johnny Brown lived here. He pointed to the Inn, which was nearby, saying Johnny was the landlord.

Johnny Brown had heard the commotion – the band of archers was not a quiet lot – and came out of the Inn to see Captain Morgan leading his troop up the road. He spotted Jean and his heart lifted. Jean was one of the reasons he left the army, hoping to share Jean’s bed with her husband like they had shared his tent. Johnny had missed her so much and he had dreamed severally of this moment.

“Oh Jean lass, you have found me?”

“Uncle Johnny, at last we are here!” Jean ran to him, still playing the part of Sergeant Brown’s little niece. “I’ve got so much to tell you.”

“Come on in.” Johnny smiled at Joe and the others. “And bring your friends in.”

Jean had so much to tell him, but Johnny was busy filling jugs of ale for the captain and his men. When he had served them, he went and sat by their table.

Before he could sit down, Jean was warning him in a whispering tone, so that the few village folk would not hear them. “Johnny, don’t call Steve-e-Joe that name any more,” she said and moved closer over to the table. “His name is Joe Wiggins and I remarried him two days ago.”

“Oh, that’s going to be a bit awkward,” Johnny said, as he lowered his voice. “Your friend that you asked to meet you here… is here… and his name is Joe Wiggins.”

Joe looked at Jean; they had half-expected him to be here, and they both asked at the same time, “Where is he?”

“Working. I got him a job working for Lord Bedford. He helps the Hound Master to look after the hounds.”

“Uncle Johnny, we’ve got a lot to tell you,” Jean said, holding Joe’s hand. “But first, know this: I’ve fallen out of love with…” she looked over her shoulder, “…with Steve Bateman, and fallen in love with Joe.” She kissed Joe.

Johnny smiled for it was the best news he could have heard. In the short while he had known Steve Bateman – who had masqueraded as Joe Wiggins – they hadn’t really gotten along and he couldn’t see him agreeing to share Jean with him. But he knew Joe liked him to lend a hand in getting Jean in the mood for him while he told her stories.

Johnny nodded and said, “I think you’ve made the right choice. You can stay here tonight, and tomorrow I’ll take you to meet his lordship. We’ll also head over to see Rose Cottage, your new home.”

Tears flooded down Jean’s face. After all the excitement and tension overseas and their safe return to England, she and Johnny could have a quiet life in a little cottage. It was a little too much for her to handle and she sobbed her heart out with happy tears. Johnny listened to them until the men wanted more ale. He went over to serve them and told Captain Morgan that Lord Bedford had asked that if the Welsh captain was ever to come to the village, he was to be sent to see him.

“Do you hear that, boyos?” Captain Morgan shouted. “The good Lord Bedford has asked us to visit him.”

“Will he be laying grub on?” Will Williams asked.

“I hope so,” Tom Thomas said, “and plenty of ale!”

“Captain, do you think his Lordship will sell us some arrows?” Sergeant Evan Evans asked. “I feel a wee bit naked marching back home without a supply of arrows.”

“You’re quite right, sergeant.” Captain Morgan nodded, “We need the arrows. Now that I think about it, I feel only half dressed carrying a bow and no arrows. We’ll ask him!”

All the men agreed, and said a tearful farewell to Jean and Joe. The couple spent the rest of the evening catching up with Johnny. Johnny had promised Steve Bateman that he’d let him know when Jean came into the village and so, true to his word, he sent him a message. It was late in the evening when Steve Bateman came barging in the Inn.

“Jean! Oh God Jean, you made it!” He walked briskly up to take her in his arms but as he noticed that she froze and grabbed Joe’s arm, he slowed down. He was surprised at the turn of events and all he could do was ask, “How come it took you so long to get here from London?”

Joe stood up and took Steve’s palm in an awkward, sweaty handshake. “Welcome, friend. Come on, let’s go upstairs.” He glanced at the small group watching them at the bar, “We’ve got a lot to tell you.”

Johnny had given them a bedroom right opposite his, the one with the big bed and the couple marched there with Steve. Joe, in a dry, scratchy tone managed to explain that he had fallen in love with Jean and Jean had fallen for him. He added that they’d remarried under their real names and were planning to build a life together. Steve flared up for a few minutes. He raved, babbling incoherently and punched the wall. Eventually, he sat on the bed and shook his head slowly. It was very surprising that so much had changed in six months but then again, it wasn’t so surprising.

“I guess I asked a lot of you two,” Steve said in a dejected, quiet voice, “to play husband and wife and expect Joe not to fall in love with you.”

“Oh I’m so sorry,” Jean wept as she spoke. “I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, I swear it. I didn’t know I had fallen for Joe until the High Sheriff’s men came and took him, because they thought he was you. They were going to hang him for the murder of that woman.” Jean wiped a tear away. “And it suddenly hit me that I was in love with this man.”

“The High Sheriff’s men caught you?” Steve was taken aback by the statement. “They thought you were me?”