Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (47 page)

Joe could only nod.

“And the second time was when the Arabs took him to fight their war.” Jean added. “I knew then that I didn’t ever want to lose Joe again.”

“Arabs took him?” Steve was very confused at this point.

“Not really,” Joe butted in. “It was the pirates that took us and sold us to the Arabs.”

Between Joe and Jean, their adventures during and after the almost-war were made known to Steve, and it seemed they were still friends, or could still be. It was getting late by the time the story was finished and Johnny knocked on their door. He came in at their response.

“I’m locking up shortly,” he said to Steve, who looked like he might ruin his plans for the night. “It’s a little late, shouldn’t you be getting back, lad?”

“Aye, I suppose so,” Steve said, weary as if he had climbed a mountain.

“Well I don’t know,” Joe said, looked at Jean with his famous mischievous smile. “When Steve had to leave, he said I could shag his girl as long as I looked after her. So it’s only fair if I return the favour and let him shag my wife.”

A little smile came to Jean’s lips, as she pretended to be shocked. “You mean here, now?”

“It’s not that late.” Joe said, looking out the window with a wicked smile on his face.

“I don’t know what to say.” She looked at Johnny. “Could he stay a little longer?”

Johnny’s heart sunk with disappointment. “I suppose so, but not too late, mind you.”

Steve couldn’t believe his ears. He grinned unconsciously.

“Johnny,” Joe called him back just as he was going to storm off, “When your last customer leaves, why don’t you join us?”

There were four grinning face
s in the room now and Johnny said, “I’ll call last orders and I’ll be up in a bit.”

Joe asked Steve if he had slept with any women since he joined up. Steve said no; a few soldiers’ wives had offered but they were old and fat. His last shag had been a quickie with Jean in the woods. Joe laughed and began to undress Jean while he told Steve how Uncle Johnny had taken them in, shared his tent with them, and become their protector. Jean lay naked on the bed and Steve hurried to get undressed. He stood naked at the foot of the bed and declared how much he had longed for this moment. Joe told him not to rush it but take his time. Joe then stripped and his erect cock pointed at the ceiling.

“Bloody hell Joe,” Steve blurted out, staring at Joe’s cock. “I knew you had a bigger one than me when we were kids but that…” He shook his head in shock. “… That is huge.”

Jean lay smiling while both men studied each other’s stiff cocks. “If you think that’s huge,” Jean said in a matter-of-fact voice, “wait till you see Uncle Johnny’s cock.”

With that, there was a knock on the door followed by a quick entry. It was “Uncle Johnny”. He looked at the two lads standing there, and then at Jean. He quickly got undressed, saying, “Oh good, you haven’t started yet. I’ve got rid of the customers and locked up. Shall I get Jean all nice and wet for you two lads?”

He pushed past them with his cock hanging halfway to his knees. “Oh I’ve missed you Jean love,” he said as he lifted Jean’s legs up and buried his head between them.

Jean looked above the head in between her legs to see the shock on Steve’s face at the size of Uncle Johnny’s half-hard cock. His face also registered surprise because Jean had opened her legs and was letting him kiss her down there. She smiled at Joe because she knew it was part of his plan to show Steve she was not the young girl he knew any more.

“Steve, do you remember old man Morgan that used to help with the crop picking?” Joe asked casually, as he walked to one side of the bed and kissed Jean.

“That old drunk? Aye, I remember him.” Steve came and stood at the other side of the bed in an attempt to see what Johnny was doing.

“Well, that old drunk told me a lot of things to do to keep a woman happy in bed.” He pointed to Johnny “First, you’ve got to get her all wet.”

“Is that what he’s doing?”

“Yes, he’s getting Jean all wet and in the mood for me.”

Steve had a vacant, puzzled look on his face. “And old man Morgan told you to do this?”

“Exactly. Old man Morgan told me to make sure I play with a woman’s magic button if I want to keep her happy.”

“He was a drunk,” Steve said dismissively. ”You shouldn’t have spoken to him.” Steve looked at Jean who seemed to be enjoying whatever was being done to her down there. He stared at her tits and felt the urge to grab them. He also desperately wanted to shag Jean, but Johnny had his head there.

“Until I married Jean, I thought old man Morgan was teasing me but Jean’s got a lovely magic button, hasn’t she Johnny?” Johnny nodded, too busy to speak. “Why don’t you show Steve her magic button, Johnny?”

Steve bent forward to have a close look, still thinking it was some kind of joke. He watched Johnny part her mound of pubic hair with his fingers and this third little nipple wiggled as Johnny rubbed his finger over it. Steve shot up straight and looked Jean in her face. “Bloody hell, you didn’t have THAT when I shagged you.”

Joe laughed at his friend’s expression. “She always had it, Steve. You just wasn’t looking for it.” Jean knew Joe was showing Steve that they weren’t kids any more, and he wanted Steve to see her come, so she let herself go and she heard Joe explain to Steve what was happening: how all the little sounds Jean was making was part of her coming to climax.

Steve was too surprised. He kept repeating to himself, “Bloody hell” over and over as he watched Jean reach her climax. This wasn’t the Jean he knew, she was nothing like the girl he had taken several times against a tree. Johnny stood up soon after, his job done; Jean was ready for Joe. Steve looked at Johnny as he stood up. His cock was now fully erect and it stuck up past Johnny’s belly button. Steve lost his voice for a second, then found it. “Bloody hell man! Is that real?”

“Uncle Johnny had the biggest cock in the army,” Jean said with pride, as she waited for the next part of Joe’s plan.

“Never mind my cock, one of you two better take the lass now while she’s in the mood.”

Joe said, “I think we should let Steve learn more about getting a woman wet first by kissing her magic button and finger shagging her at the same time.”

“What’s finger shagging?” Steve asked, without taking his eyes off Johnny’s erection.

“It’s a beautiful thing,” Joe said and paused for effect.

Jean felt like screaming at Joe to get on with it. She was in the mood and there were three stiff cocks at the bottom of her bed, but Joe still wanted to play games. Jean had to let Joe do it his way though and he showed Steve how to get her all worked up and then Steve shagged her. It was over before it started, and then Joe took his turn to make love to her. When it finally came to Johnny’s turn, Joe made Jean get on her knees, and he told Steve to get his hand in between her legs and play with her button. Steve watched as Johnny took her doggy style with his big cock pumping away at her soft insides.

Joe was watching too. “Now that’s a sight I’ll never get fed up of looking at.” He kissed Jean’s bottom. “The best bottom in the world, being shagged by the biggest cock in the world. I’ll remember this moment until my dying day.”

Joe said it all in a tone of voice that showed he was very proud of having Jean as a wife. “God, you are beautiful, Jean love.”

When Johnny grunted to a stop, exhausted, and pulled out his thick rod slowly, Jean looked back to see Steve staring, transfixed.
The way he adores that cock, he might as well worship it,
Jean thought.

“Bloody hell, it’s like a silver snake,” Steve said.

Joe laughed at his friend’s comment and asked Jean, “Are you alright, my darling wife?” He kissed her bottom again. “I think it’s time for Steve to go now, and if you’re still in the mood, we’ll have Uncle Johnny come back and join us once he’s locked up.”

The next morning, Joe and Jean visited Lord Bedford and Joe found out he was a sheep farmer. He was in charge of a 150-acre farm and it was a dream come true for it was what he had always wanted.

They saw Steve later that day, and he said to them that mucking out after cows and horses back home was alright but mucking out a dog kennel was a pretty stinking job and not for him, so he was moving on and changing his name. They bade him a mixed farewell, for they were both sad and relieved at the same time.

When they got to the cottage, Jean exclaimed that it was just as beautiful as she had imagined and that it was a dream come true for her. Joe nodded in agreement at the pretty, cozy house. Johnny hinted that he could come over any time since it was only a short walk from the village. Joe also told him that they would more than likely come to visit their Uncle Johnny’
s Inn, and stay the odd night.

Joe and Jean had their arms around each other as they admired their lovely cottage. “We’re going to spend the rest of our lives here, and grow old together and have loads of kids, and when you say you are not in the mood for it, I’ll remind you of the time the handsome Captain Morgan and his Sergeant Jones took us to his tent, and asked me if I minded sharing my beautiful wife with them.”

Jean kissed him. “And when you’re old and grey and can’t get it up for me, I’ll remind you how you made Steve watch Johnny shag me doggy style, just to show him that I needed a big cock, not one like his.”

“Oh yes, you do that. The sight of Johnny poking away at you will always be with me. Look, that first night on board ship when I coaxed you to have a quiet shag, I knew most of the men were awake. I saw them so quietly moving the lantern and gathering around not making a sound, while I held you and the captain shagged you. By God, I was so proud of you.”

“Oh we’ve got lots of stories to keep us going when we get old,” Jean said.

“And I’ll never forget the Salmon Jumping.” Joe laughed recklessly as he remembered the men taking their turns fast and silently. “You said you’d pay them for saving my life, well you certainly did that!”

“That’s enough of that! I don’t want to ever hear that stupid story about salmon jumping again.”

Joe laughed heartily and Jean, seeing the joy in his face, joined in.

The alarm clock woke Jean, and she could hear police sirens sounding in the distance. She got up on her elbow, saying. “Oh it’s morning already.”

“Go back to sleep, it’s early for you,” Steve said, as he went to have a shower.

Jean couldn’t go back to sleep as Steve advised. Instead, her dream came flooding back to her. She had mixed feelings about it; she knew the adventures were over and she was supposed to be happy that she had been a soldier’s wife, had found her true love in Joe, and was going to settle down with him in a lovely cottage.

It was a nice ending but Jean felt that in her dream she had betrayed Steve and that the betrayal somehow applied to the real world. The more she tried to analyze it, the more it rang true and the sorrier she became for Steve in both worlds. In the end she had to console herself with the thought that it was all fantasy and that she had had an epic, enjoyable adventure with plenty of thrills, scares and loads of sex.

It had been an adventure of a life time and she looked forward eagerly to the next one. Jean was sure the next adventure would be different but she was sure that wherever Joe took her, she would end up having sex with men with big cocks.

0700hrs

Alice and Joe wanted to know if Frank Brubaker thought the information Joe had gathered was helpful, and if Columbus Day could possibly be the day the brothers would strike. Their early morning telepathic chat consisted of conjecture and wild guesses for they were both anxious; they didn’t even know if they were needed at the moment. Agent Burrows had called Alice before her chat with Joe to tell her that Agent Campbell had taken Joe’s information in to a team of experts and they had been working all night. She was going to HQ early, and if there were any new developments, she would call her immediately.

Still, after Joe left her head with a promise to keep in touch, Alice fidgeted. Burrows should have called; something should have happened. She knew Burrows would be busy at HQ, and that she didn’t like taking private calls while she was there but waiting to hear anything at all was driving her crazy so at midday Alice texted Burrows. She asked for an update and she got a text back. It said, “Working on it, explain later.”

The message helped calm Alice down. She was happy they were working on something, but she was also dying to know what they had found out. The suspense was too much to bear and to keep her mind off it, she picked up her pad and continued to write out her story draft for the papers. Joe kept popping back and forth in her mind and Alice was amused to know that he was just as impatient as she was.

It wasn’t until 5:45 pm before Burrows called to tell Alice that she was on her way to her hotel, and she would meet her in the hotel restaurant. Special Agent Burrows had hardly eaten all day, and gobbled up her meal as she filled Alice in. Alice wanted to know everything and Burrows told her as much as she could. Joe stayed in Alice’s mind and watched Burrows’ actions, listened to her every word.

“You should know,” Burrows said, sipping her coffee, “that Frank Brubaker is pleased with the naming of the two possible venues for the attack. It’s far from a definite venue and we have doubts that they would talk over the phone and give away any information like that, but we are working on it as a possibility.” Burrows looked directly at Alice as if she was able to confide in her. “It’s crazy. These two brothers were trained for five months in Afghanistan and sent in a roundabout way to a terrorist cell here in Washington. The cell could have had months to plan the attack and let’s be honest, if we didn’t have a tip off we’d still think they were just visitors to our country.”

“Yeah,” Alice agreed, shivering slightly at the thought of how easily the brothers might have never been detected. “But that phone call Joe told us about could have been before the two Algerians came up here, and they thought they were safe to talk?”