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  THE MAJOR’S WIFE

  The Witness Tree 2

  Beverly Sims

  MENAGE AND MORE

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  THE MAJOR’S WIFE

  Copyright © 2010 by Beverly Sims

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  THE MAJOR’S WIFE

  The Witness Tree 2

  BEVERLY SIMS

  Copyright © 2010

  PART I

  Chapter 1

  Here I stand, as I have for many human years. Things have changed here on the Plains and I am not sure these were good changes. Even after my tall mother died, a long time in the past, I grew at her craggy side, offering shelter and shade for all who sat beneath my spreading branches. I now suffer from the same cancer of rot that took her life, so my days are numbered. Until then, I will tell my stories...and there are many.

  As a seedling, I watched Summer Swan and her tribes of strong Indians hunt their buffalo, fight their enemies, and love one another in every way. The Indians are here, too, at the time of this story, but Summer Swan lies on her platform where the gods can see her, with her husband, Soaring Eagle. Yes, she did marry him, but only as he lay on his deathbed in her arms. It was his last request and she cried as she remembered his countless proposals in the past. However, that is another story...one already told.

  I am watching yet another column of wagons crossing the river in the distance, heading west. I have learned new words, such as homestead, wagon master, mountain men, cavalry, trading post, forts, and such. You will probably already know them, so no need to say more.

  In these times, there has been much killing. So many useless deaths, both Indians and the whites, and I hate it all. I think the gods are testing the people, but I have no idea why. It is so sad.

  Right now, there is a pretty young woman on a buckboard, heading for Fort Mason, just a short jaunt from here. As they pass beneath my boughs, I see a man in uniform is driving and eight soldiers surround the wagon...two in front, two in the back, and two on each side. Later I will learn her name is Lucretia Lucinda Sawyer, known as Lulu to her friends and family. The old woman with her is her Auntie Liz.

  Corporal Dryer was smitten with the young woman sitting beside him. She looked to him like a ray of sunshine this cold winter morning. Her yellow hair glistened in the sun where the curls escaped her pink fur-lined bonnet, which matched her cloak, down to the ribbons that tied both garments. Her face glowed as the frosty air took its toll on her fair skin.

  In all truth, Corporal Dryer had never been this close to a real lady before, and never anyone as beautiful as this woman nor one who smelled so good. Had the lady known he thought she smelled good, she would have laughed aloud. After that long train ride and a night in that sad little hotel, no one could smell good.

  Actually, he thought, I have never been this close to any woman, but for the ones in bars and brothels, and they were nothing like Mrs. Sawyer. He enjoyed himself under the sheets with them, but could not imagine this angel doing those things to him or with him. Or with any man, for that manner. The major was a lucky man.

  He drove the wagon as carefully as possible, considering the ruts in the two-track road. “Sorry, ma’am. There are just too many bumps for me to miss them all.”

  “Well, I suppose you are doing the best you can, considering. I hope I never have to travel this way again. A stagecoach would be so much better,” she replied. Corporal Dryer did not have the heart to tell her a stagecoach would be worse because its speed gave no relief, as drivers had no time to avoid hazards. Nor did he tell her that the only other transportation was on the back of a horse. He wanted her smiles, not her frowns, as he had seen plenty of those since she stepped aboard the best buckboard the fort had. Lord, what would he have said if the major had not sent this one instead of any of the rest?

  Behind them, huddled down in her fur ensemble, was the older woman, whom the lady had introduced as her Auntie Liz. Auntie Liz appeared about fifty, but to Corporal Dryer, anybody much older than he…well, they were all about fifty, or older. After all, Corporal Dryer was the ripe old age of twenty-two and proud of his rank.

  Chapter 2

  Auntie Liz pulled the back of Lucretia’s lap robe. The young woman leaned back and listened to the whisper from her aunt. They did not speak again until she asked, much like a petulant child, “Sergeant, how much longer? You told me hours ago, when you picked me up at the hotel in Cottonwood Creek, that it was a long way, but it has already been that long and I see no sign of life anywhere.” Lucinda pouted prettily as she cocked her head to look at the man on the seat beside her. She had fidgeted for the past few minutes, letting his embarrassed mind know that she had a nature need.

  “Corporal, Mrs. Sawyer. I am a corporal. Corporal Jed Dryer. The major told me to stop whenever you wanted or every hour if you d
id not ask. It has been an hour, ma’am. I will stop.”

  “Whatever for? I need a necessary and there does not seem to be one here. We can go on for a few more minutes until you find one.”

  Corporal Dryer was the fidgeting one now. “Well, ma’am, er…er…” Perhaps the best way, he thought, is just to blurt it out. “There are no necessaries between the train station and the fort. You can find a sheltered place to…” Again, he could not picture this woman doing such mundane things as relieving herself.

  “Surely you joke, Private.”

  Ye gads, an instant demotion, and he still had to deal with the problem. Her anger was apparent, but he had no choice. The major had been very clear on this matter. “Ma’am, your husband said…”

  She cut him off. “My husband must not be aware of the lack of necessaries, Private. Do you expect me to simply climb down from this back-breaking pile of wood, traipse off into the weeds, pull up my skirt, and tinkle in front of all of you?”

  “No, ma’am, we will turn our backs. We do have some manners, ma’am.” He did not tell her that the major had ordered them to give her privacy, knowing that these men would take advantage and peek at any female. “I will come around and lift you down, if you like.”

  “Yes, you will, and do it now.” As he rounded the wagon, Auntie Liz stood. Dear Lord, he thought, I do not think I can pick up that heavy woman without dropping her.

  “Corporal Dryer, I will assist this lovely lady.” Sergeant Michael O’Brian shoved him out of the way. The sergeant was tall, rotund, and strong as an ox. He bowed to the lady and reached up, taking her by the waist to set her gently on the ground beside Lucretia. “There you go, Miss Liz.”

  Liz turned to him. “First of all, we have not been properly introduced, sir. My name is Mrs. Elizabeth Harold. I expect you to address me as such until…and if I ever give you permission to do otherwise.” She stared at him until he dropped his gaze, unsure of what he had done so wrong.

  The men laughed aloud at her words, but the sergeant just grinned. “That is some woman,” he said. “Mark my words, laddies, and watch. I will be a-marrying that one.” This time, hoots and hollers greeted his announcement.

  Chapter 3

  Once on the ground, the women walked rapidly into the bushes under the trees. Sergeant O’Brien’s words carried to them. “How dare he make such an assumption?” growled Liz. “The nerve of that man.” Lucretia smiled but made sure her auntie did not see it.

  Corporal Dryer knew it must be dreadfully cold as the ladies lifted their skirts and removed the layers of clothing they wore. It took a great deal of time and effort, slowing down their progress, but he also knew they had little choice. Neither was smiling as they returned to the wagon and were lifted to their seats. He carefully avoided Lucretia’s eyes as he stood her in front of the vehicles. Sergeant O’Brian was bolder and held the robust woman around the waist, looking into her stern face as he lowered her plump form onto her blankets. He reached inside and tucked them around her, only to receive a slap to his hands. He laughed and smiled, very content with himself.

  Jed tried to speed up the team, but when he did, he could not miss the holes and bumps, so he slowed back down. He looked around him quickly, trying to see things from Mrs. Sawyer’s eyes. Lord, it must look forsaken to a lady from the big city, from a life of wealth and culture. He had been to St. Louis himself once, and remembered the busy streets, and the colorful dresses and austere suits on the ladies and gentlemen there. Himself, the city had scared him so much he never wanted to go there again.

  However, to such a lady…from that to this! How would she abide the endless grass and wind with nowhere to go, the howling animals at night instead of gala evenings on the town, and her tiny, drafty cabin instead of a large home? What would she do with no shops or churches, no promenades in the park with her friends, and the few friends she could make with only two other women, plus her aunt, on the post? Not to mention the cold winters, hot summers, the bugs and snakes, and the perpetual tension created by Indians and outlaws. No, this was no place for her.

  He asked her awhile later if she wanted to stop again, but she did not even answer. The third time, she told him to stop. The same the fifth and seventh time, when they stopped again. It was much later when he said, “If you look ahead, ma’am, you can see the fort towers ahead. We will be there within the hour.”

  “Another hour? Is this the fort?” Her face drained of color as she looked at the rough timbers and through the gates that opened for them. “Dear God, this cannot be. This is little more than a corral with barns. Where are the houses and meeting hall?”

  “Yes, ma’am, it is. It is all right here.” All aboard the wagon were silent until they reached the gates.

  “I do believe I see the major heading this way. Thank you for letting me drive you here.” Jed Dryer was so sincere, Lucretia had to smile.

  She looked at the eight men who rode guard for them, taking in each face. It had been the longest day of her life, but she knew manners were still important. “Thank your other men, as well. While their presence was unnecessary, it was nice to know we were well protected in the event that something did happen.” She nodded to each and returned their smiles, until she saw the stern face of the man who had ridden a distance in front of them. He was tall and dark, with brown hair, high cheekbones, and eyes like obsidian. While the other men dismounted, he remained on his horse, looking down at her with an unsmiling, disinterested face, much as he might look at a dung beetle. She turned away to race into arms of her husband.

  Chapter 4

  Major Jeffrey Daggett Sawyer held her stiffly and kissed her forehead, much as a doting uncle might. Lucretia pulled back and looked up into his face. She grinned. “Is that the best you can give your bride who has missed you so much for these past months?” She stretched her arms up to encircle his neck, pulled his head down, and kissed him full on the mouth.

  His men applauded and shouted encouragement when he finally responded by removing his hat, taking her into his arms, and returning the kiss. He felt his cock stir as she slipped the end of her tongue into his mouth. He felt that if he did not stop this now, he might throw her to the ground and take her body right there.

  He drew away, well aware that his penis was now at full alert and that it was obvious in his tight trousers. He dropped his arm with the hat to shield his erection and offered his other arm to Lucretia. “Come, dear wife, let me show you around.”

  Her tiredness forgotten, she grinned at him and then whispered toward his ear, “That can wait. I want to be alone with you. Right now. Which building is yours?”

  He nodded toward one of the ramshackle dwellings. She pulled his arm, forcing him to walk to it. The men laughed and cheered as he gallantly opened the door. In an attempt to cover his embarrassment, he said loudly, “Yes, of course. You want to see where you will be living. Any woman would.”

  Before the door even latched, Lulu pulled him to her, kissing him the way he loved. Jeffrey knew that nothing could stop him from taking her and nothing did. She pulled his jacket back over his shoulders and helped him shrug it off without breaking the kiss. His suspenders were next, followed by his trousers. His cock stood straight, but hardened even more as she dropped her skirt. He pulled her “littles” down and pushed her back against the edge of the bed until she fell backward. He spread her legs and stared down at her exposed pussy.

  “Are you ready? I cannot wait,” he moaned. She held out her arms. He dropped between her spread thighs and shoved himself into her. She was wet, to his amazement, so wet that in three or four jabs, he came. He felt ashamed, knowing that her wetness meant she was ready. “God, Lucretia, you are so…I am sorry. I have not come that quickly since I was a young lad. Please forgive me.” He wanted to cry in his embarrassment.

  Chapter 5

  “Now you stop that, Jeffrey. I know how long it has been, as well as you do. In addition, as I recall, you found other ways to please me, besides just your cock.
Now, before I have to beg you, please give me what I need.”

  He helped her remove the rest of her clothes and lay down beside her. He kissed her deeply, letting his tongue explore first her mouth, then her nipples. He moved his mouth up again to nibble on her ear, then down her neck. She closed her eyes and basked in the wonder of sensations his lips gave her. When his tongue flicked first one nipple, then the other, she moaned and whispered his name. His mouth took command of her breasts, kissing and tonguing her everywhere.

  “Bite my nipples, darling. Not too hard. Yes, perfect. More! God, how I love you.” Her whispers incited his ardor and his cock began to stir again. He ran one hand down her stomach and then spread his fingers to completely cover her riot of yellow curls. He cupped her tightly before allowing one finger to move into her wetness. She moaned again to his touch. Her hips began to move as he rubbed and teased the tiny button. It grew as he manipulated it between two fingers. It grew as his penis grew.

  He pushed his hard dick against her hip, rubbing it as he rubbed her clit. When she exploded, he stifled her cries with his mouth. Her hips still moved as he buried his cock in her hot wetness. This time he moved in and out at a slower rhythm and his moans told her he was enjoying every stroke. She continued her heavy breathing against his neck, but its tremor changed. Her lips moved up to lick his ear, which induced whispers of his love for her.