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

by Allan J. Lewis

  He kissed her long and hard while his hands crept up her round breasts. Jean was enjoying his kisses and chatter and she thought, I should have found someone like him the moment we signed up. But this wasn’t just a man like him; it was him, Captain Morgan. She believed she had found her dream man in Captain Jack Morgan and here he was confessing that he craved her, kissing her and telling her he wanted more of her.

  He had heard Morris’ story about her and Steve-e-Joe and it had turned him on. Jean, in turn, felt turned on that men craved for her, as she was more than ready to be taken again.

  There was no blanket on the ground beneath them, just grass, but Jean didn’t mind one bit. Captain Morgan seemed to have tired of talking and he kissed her passionately, like he would die if he didn’t taste her. He kissed one breast while fondling the other one and Jean sighed softly. He made his way down her belly with soft, wet kisses. His hand went lower than his mouth and stroked her inner thighs. Jean couldn’t wait; she parted her long legs instantly.

  Captain Morgan was very methodical about every action and every little touch took her breath away. As he pulled on her nipple with his wet mouth, her toes curled and her hands clutched the dirt around them. He parted her legs more and knelt between them admiring her. For a second or two, he paused and looked. Jean opened one eye slowly, wondering what had happened.

  Their eyes met and he smiled and dropped back in between her legs. He kissed her magic button sloppily and Jean felt her stomach tie into knots. Jean moaned and thought, Why didn’t he do this at first? At the moment, Jean didn’t care if the whole of King Henry’s army charged into the tent. In fact, she doubted she would notice them for she was in paradise.

  Jean walked back to Meg and the girls at the cook’s tent with a broad smile, feeling the happiest she had ever felt in her life. She knew it was wrong for a married woman to sleep with strangers and give herself so willingly to them, but Steve-e-Joe had encouraged her to sleep with Sergeant Johnny Brown and Sergeant Morris, by saying she was a soldier’s wife and it was expected of her. So what she had just done with Captain Morgan and his senior sergeant was part of being a soldier’s wife like her husband told her to be. Jean didn’t feel guilty, instead she felt grown up and like a true soldier’s wife.

  She remembered how Captain Morgan had said Morris proclaimed she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, capable of making every man fall in love with her. Jean wasn’t expecting that comment but she felt proud that men fancied her.

  “Well, well, look what we’ve got here Meg,” one of the wives said with a loud laugh. “Ha, she looks like a cat that’s licked up all the cream.”

  “Jean love, you’ve been gone a spell,” Meg said as she walked to greet her. “Tell me, was that good looking Welshman there with Lord Bedford?”

  Jean’s smile grew wider and she gave a big happy sigh. “His name is Captain Jack Morgan and yes, he was there.” Jean had her apron in her hand, and she opened it up and shook it, “But Lord Bedford got called away before I got there.” Jean refolded her apron and gave it to Meg with the smile still on her face. “The captain has asked my husband to be his squire.”

  “He’s what?” Meg tossed the apron to one side. “And what about you, did he,” Meg gave her a knowing wink, “did he use his charm on you?”

  By now, the wives had gathered round.

  “He’s asked me if I would like to come with my husband and work for him helping out their cook.” Jean started to blush as she knew they wanted to hear more.

  “And you took all this time to say yes?” one of the girls asked with another knowing smile. “Did you have to haggle with him or did you just flash your tits at him?”

  The wives laughed.

  “Oh, she did more than show her tits, that smile will tell you that,” Meg said, “You dirty, lucky bugger, he doesn’t want a squire, just the squire’s wife.”

  “Well…” Jean started but was cut off by a question

  “Is he as randy as he looks?” one of them asked.

  They all giggled and then Meg said, “Come on then Jean, you may be leaving us but surely you can’t leave until you tell us what happened?”

  Jean gave a little cough. “Well I went into the tent and he was the only one there. He told me he had asked my husband if he wanted a job as his squire and asked if I’d like to come with him. I said okay, and he said he’d have to give me his seal of approval first.”

  “What’s a seal of approval?” Multiple voices asked in unison.

  “I’m not sure but he kissed my bottom and said the job was mine.”

  The women screamed with excitement and smiling widely, Jean proceeded to tell them everything about Captain Morgan.

  She conveniently left out the part featuring Sergeant Jones.

  Jean went to Uncle Johnny’s tent. No one was there and so she grabbed the few items belonging to her and Steve-e-Joe then hurried back to Lord Bedford’s tent where Captain Morgan was waiting for her. She walked with the captain as he led his horse through the camp to his part of the campsite.

  “There’s your husband now.” Captain Morgan pointed to the makeshift coral. “Here you are Jean, take my horse to him and ask him to see to it for me.”

  Jean grabbed the reigns and walked off shouting, “Steve-e-Joe, I’m here!”

  Most of the men heard her and came to see what all the shouting was about. “Steve-e-Joe, I’m here” Jean shouted again. She was excited to see him and so she tugged the horse hard, approaching with a slight jogging movement that managed to get her breasts jiggling in her blouse as she ran right into Steve-e-Joe’s arms.

  He hugged her tightly and closed his eyes.

  “Oh dear, I’ve got so much to tell you.” She looked around and noticed a few men staring at them. Many of them spoke in Welsh accents. Another kiss and Jean could hear a lot of strange voices talking in that funny Welsh accent. She looked around and saw about a dozen men watching her.

  “Hey boyo, is that your gull?”

  Jean could see a gathering crowd come towards them all gawking and smiling at her.

  “This is my wife Jean,” Steve-e-Joe said in a loud voice, “and she’ll be helping out the cook, so behave yourselves or she’ll put you on short rations.”

  “She can put me on short rations anytime,” someone shouted and they all laughed.

  “How old are you, gull?” one archer asked.

  “If the gull got tits like that one, then the gull is old enough for me, boyo” another archer answered.

  Steve-e-Joe pulled the horse and Jean into the pen where four other horses were grazing. “Now come on men, surely you’ve got pretty girls back in Wales?”

  “Aye, that we have boyo,” bellowed the voice of Sergeant Jones, as he pushed his way through the small crowd that had gathered at the gate of the pen to get a better look at Jean. “This is Steve-e-Joe the captain’s new squire and his wife Jean,” he shouted out, “and they are under the captain’s protection, so you’ll look out for these two as if they were your younger brother and sister.” He gave them all a stern look. “Understood, or have I got to explain it to you.” He made a menacing gesture with his fist.

  There were a few moans of dissent and they all made their way back to their tents.

  “Thank you.” Steve-e-Joe was at a loss for words so he just shook the Sergeant’s hand.

  “That’s alright; I was just doing my job of looking after you two.” He took Steve-e-Joe’s hand in a firm grip. “I’m Sergeant Jones.” He winked at Jean and shook her hand. “And if you have any trouble with this lot, shout for me.”

  “Thank you, sergeant.” Steve started to take the saddle off the horse. “It looks like we’ve got new protectors. He smiled at Jean. “That sergeant looks more like Buster the protector that your uncle told us about.” He joked. “Do you think he’ll want a favour of you for his protection?”

  “He has already had it,” Jean said sheepishly, “and Captain Morgan ha
s too.” Jean smiled back when she seen the shook on his face. “They both gave me their seal of approval this morning.”

  “Bloody hell Jean, they didn’t waste any time.”

  “I think we can thank Uncle Johnny’s friend Sergeant Morris for that. He told the captain everything about the other night with him and Johnny, hoping for some kind of payment.” Jean laughed. “Sergeant Morris now has the duty of cleaning up all the mess left behind in the fields.”

  Steve-e-Joe wasn’t really listening to her story about Morris, he stood there flabbergasted. “It was early this morning when Captain Morgan sent for me. It’s presently only midday and you’re telling me he’s shagged you already?”

  “Didn’t you want me to take the job with the cook?”

  “Yes but I thought tonight he’d try and find his way into our bed.”

  “Sorry but he said he wanted to give me his seal of approval first and I didn’t know what he meant. I just wanted the job to be near you so I said okay.”

  “What’s a seal of approval?” Steve-e-Joe asked with a mischievous smile. “He didn’t pour hot wax on your bottom, and press his ring on the wax, did he?”

  “Is that what it means?” Jean asked in shock, not knowing if he was joking or not.

  “I think it’s a stamp of some kind.”

  “They did play with my bottom a lot, but they didn’t hurt me. Do you think they’ll stamp it later?”

  “Never mind that, tell me about Captain Morgan and Sergeant Jones,” Steve-e-Joe said, slightly sore he had missed it, “and did they please you?”

  A smile beamed across Jean’s face and she was glad she could tell him knowing he wouldn’t be jealous. As they placed the horse in the makeshift stable together, she related her recent escapade in detail.

  That afternoon, Jean was introduced to the cook: a fat, bald man who was normally foul-tempered. He shouted at any of the men who dared to complain about anything but he spoke to Jean tenderly.

  “What on earth made you come to war with your husband? Look at this band of hooligans!” Cook waved his hand in the air. “A young gull like you should have waited home until your husband got back.”

  “I guess I just wanted to be with him.”

  “You know the captain only gave your husband a job because…” he hesitated, looking for the right words, “because he fancies you.”

  Jean carried on cleaning the potatoes, without any change in expression. “Oh, I see.”

  Cook waved his knife about. “He’ll more than likely put your husband on guard duty tonight to make sure no one tries to steal our livestock and then…” He hesitated again, groping for the right terms. “He’ll more than likely come to your tent tonight to see if you are missing your husband’s services, if you know what I mean.”

  Jean swallowed hard. She said, “Oh, do we have a lot of livestock then?” in an attempt to avoid the issue.

  Cook shook his head and went back to work. Jean worked hard all afternoon and when evening came, she left the cooking tent after she was done to meet Steve-e-Joe. They sat on a log around a camp fire with four other men, eating cold potatoes, beef and bread. A cold draft blew through the camp and a shiver went through Jean.

  “Oh, it’s getting cold,” she said, snuggling up to Steve-e-Joe.

  “That, boyo is a hint for you take your gull to bed,” one of the men said.

  “Aye, I guess you’re right.” Steve-e-Joe helped Jean up. “Good night, men.”

  The men returned his greeting and the couple retired to their small tent. Jean settled in bed wearily and reminded Steve-e-Joe what the cook had said about him being assigned to night watch duty.

  “We’ll see.” Steve-e-Joe said.

  They heard a rustle outside the tent, and the flap opened.

  Sergeant Jones whispered, “Hey boyo, the captain would like to see you.”

  “Right,” Steve-e-Joe got up. “What about the wife?”

  “Well it would be no fun without her now, would it? Come on and be quiet.”

  Jean was glad they invited Steve-e-Joe and she smiled to herself as they walked over to the captain’s tent.

  The captain’s tent was right next to theirs so she ducked out of one and ducked straight into the other. It was only a shade bigger and higher than the one Uncle Johnny had. What she noticed straight away was that it had a lantern dimly lit high up by the entrance. The captain was sitting on the left side of the bedroll leaving plenty of room for his guests. He had a smile on his face.

  “Steve-e-Joe, Jean, come join me.” He gestured to his bed. “And let’s get to know each other better, what say you sergeant?”

  “Oh aye, captain let’s get to know each other better.”

  Jean understood what they meant immediately. She watched as Steve-e-Joe sat down and left enough room for her in between them. She looked at his face, saw he was smiling and knew he was going to enjoy this night as much as she was. She sat down with a racing heart and watched as Sergeant Jones tied the flaps shut.

  Steve-e-Joe put his arm around her, kissed her ear and whispered, “It’ll be alright, Jean love. You just relax and enjoy it.”

  Jean intended to but she wasn’t going to show them she was as eager as they were. She turned to kiss Steve-e-Joe and in a teasing tone said, “I don’t know if we should, what if the other men find out and talk about us?”

  “Would you rather we put the lantern out?” The captain asked. “Or do you want me to put a sentry outside to make sure no one sees or hear you?”

  “I don’t think there’ll be any need for that.” Steve-e-Joe spoke for them both. “My wife likes a little coaxing sometimes, and it would be nice to leave the lantern lit.” He put his hand on her chin and turned her head to him and kissed her on the lips. His hand went to her breast and gently rubbed it through the blouse.

  Jean could see the sergeant through the corner of her eye; he sat down by her feet, his eyes fixed on her bust, waiting his turn to feel them. The captain came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. Jean knew she didn’t have to say another word. The night’s entertainment had started; she’d let them do the talking and she’d do the heavy breathing.

  “My wife likes a sexy story to get her in the mood sometimes,” Steve-e-Joe said as he helped Jean out of her blouse. “Jean says that Sergeant Jones had a young girl when he came back from France. You said that Jean reminded you of her, sergeant?”

  As her husband kneaded her breasts, Jean watched the captain and the sergeant’s faces. Their eyes were on her nipples as they stuck out like two mini coat pegs. Her husband playfully tried pressing one in only for it to shoot back out, harder. She was glad they left the lantern lit, if only to see the lustful look on their faces as they stared at her like hungry carnivores finally finding a piece of fresh meat.

  “Yes sergeant,” the captain spoke slowly as he watched Steve-e-Joe lift his wife’s tits up, as if offering him one. “Why don’t you tell us about that fifteen-year-old gull?”

  He edged closer to Jean and took the nearest tit in his hand. “She was young, I have to say,” the captain said. “But not as pretty as you Jean, and a little too skinny.”

  Steve-e-Joe lay Jean down gently, then lay down beside her and kissed her breasts.

  “It isn’t much of a story,” the sergeant said as he got on his knees and took one of her shoes off gently. “We met this young 16-year-old boyo back in France while we was waiting for a boat to bring us back to England.” He took the other shoe off and kissed her foot tenderly. ”We made friends with him and two of his friends by playing cards and dice.” He moved forward, lifted her skirt up above her knees and stroked her legs. He parted her ankles enough for him to kneel in between them, and he lifted her skirt up on to her belly.

  “When we landed in England,” the sergeant went on, “those boyos asked if they could join us and march with us to some place… I can’t remember the name now, but it was on our way home.” He pulled her skirt off
with Jean lifting her bottom off the bed to assist him. “Anyway, when we arrived there, only a day’s march from his home, his wife was there waiting for him. She had heard he was back and came from her parents’ home to meet him, she couldn’t wait another day.” He kissed her knees as he lifted them up and spread them.

  Jean noticed Steve-e-Joe had stopped kissing her breasts and was now watching the sergeant. He then got up, kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt. Finally, he took down his breeches and his cock hung out proudly.

  “I hope you don’t mind if I pull rank on you this time captain,” Steve-e-Joe said. “But we’re still newlyweds and I’d like to go first. I also don’t mind a little help because my wife is quite a handful… Carry on sergeant, what happened next?”

  The sergeant only glanced up slightly as he kissed Jean’s inner thigh. “Well, we had to make camp and as it happened, the young couple pitched their tent in between ours and their friends.” He stopped long enough to wet his fingers with his tongue. “They went to bed early and were at it for a long time.” He gently parted her hairs and found her magic button. His big, thick fingers slipped in a moment later and his thumb rubbed her button. The sergeant heard Jean moan but didn’t look up; he watched his work as Jean started to wriggle on the ends of his fingers.

  “The young gull hadn’t seen her husband for over a year and she didn’t just stop talking, telling him that he wasn’t to join up again, that he had to stay home and find a job.” He had started a nice steady stroke with his fingers, and Jean was moving with it. “Anyway after a long time of shagging and talking, it went quiet for a spell. Then I heard her say she couldn’t sleep because she wanted a shit. Her husband told her to go back to sleep and wait until morning.”

  Jean was so taken by the pleasure; she was a little lost with the story much like when Sergeant Morris had told them the silly story about the King’s Messenger. On that occasion, the tent was in pitch darkness but this time she could see everything. She could see her own movements as she bucked up and down, she could see the three of them watching her and she was enjoying their attention. Steve-e-Joe he gave her an encouraging smile and watched as the sergeant pushed her towards climax with his large fingers. She licked her lips knowing there were three stiff cocks waiting to replace those fingers.