by Mary Wine
Her hips rose to offer her body to his in the most primitive of unions. Gabe slid his hands down to her hips as her arms took her weight once more and he clamped his fingers around each curve. His hips drove his cock hard. The slap of their bodies meeting made him growl as Bethany kept pace with him. He clamped his teeth together as he refused to let his cock erupt inside her. He wanted to fuck. Hard, fast and long.
She did not want him to stop. Bethany felt her lungs attempting to draw enough air to keep up with their frantic rhythm but she did not care if she died because they failed. Nothing mattered but the hard motion of Gabe’s mating. She suddenly recognized that this was what had been missing in their bed. This hard thrusting that shook her as her husband slammed his cock deeply into her. The way his hands held her hips in place for that possession. The way she was crying for more.
Her bare breasts were bouncing as Gabe continued his hard rhythm and everything felt so right. Like she had been yearning for Gabe to take her exactly like he was using her body now. Controlling her hips so that his cock could penetrate hard and deep, over and over. He was refusing to climax. Bethany saw it in his eyes as he snarled softly and rammed his cock harder into her body.
The minutes fell away as time meant nothing compared to the hard thrusting between her thighs. That clit at the top of her slit throbbed, sending out a new rush of pleasure. Her hips tried to rise to meet each thrust as need clawed at her for another climax.
“That’s right, baby, I’m going to hear you scream again.”
Gabe let her hips go and then he was leaning right over her, pressing her back until her back was against the tabletop, her thighs clamped around his hips as he continued to thrust hard into her passage. His hands captured hers and pulled her arms above her head as he held each of her hands captive. The hair on his chest brushed her bare breasts and nipples, making her sob as the sensation added to the growing insanity.
His cock now slid over her clit with each and every thrust. Gabe pressed her flat against the table, making her take him. She wanted to move but his weight held her down as his snarl of delight hit her ear. Their skin was slick with sweat and nothing mattered as Gabe kept driving his cock into her. She actually felt his cock swelling bigger inside her, could feel the impending eruption of his seed, her passage began to contract around his length as her body demanded proof of his pleasure.
Climax ripped into them both, catapulting them into a spinning vortex where there was nothing but each other. His seed hit her passage and her hips surged up from the table to deepen the penetration. Gabe’s hands tightened around hers as his grunt hit her ears and his cock filled her belly with his seed. Pleasure washed over them like the tide coming in, it was obedient to nothing but its own whim and they were carried away by the current like driftwood. Bethany screamed because she had to let the rapture escape. Her husband snarled as his hips gave a last few thrusts that rubbed along her clit.
And then his body shook. Bethany felt her breath catch on a sob as the powerful chest imprisoning her shuddered. Gabe cupped her face as his lips dropped little kisses along her checks and lips. Their breath still came in pants as she smoothed her hands over his hard biceps. Her thighs were still clasped around his hips as she slid her hands over his shoulders. Her fingertips marveling at the strength and the contrasting tremor that rippled through those muscles.
“I love you, Bethany. God above only understands how much.”
A moment later, Gabe lifted her body like a child’s from the table. He cradled her against his chest and hesitated for only a moment as he turned down the lamp wick. Darkness surrounded them like a kindred sprit, encasing them together where no one would interrupt their intimacy. The ropes holding the mattress in the box frame creaked as Gabe laid her among the bedding. He rolled back onto the mattress and pulled her over his body. One hand pressed her head onto his chest as his knee rose slightly to part her thighs and make one of her legs lift and drape between his.
Bethany giggled as she felt the brush of her stockings against his bare skin. She still wore the indecent hosiery and it was very possible she might never go to bed without a pair on again!
“So I guess you approve of my new stockings.”
The wide chest rumbled under her ear as one of her husband’s hands slid down her back and slapped her bare bottom. “Best Christmas I ever celebrated.”
Bethany lifted her head from his chest to consider the man lying there with her. Christmas was still another day away. She was going to have to do some thinking on just what to do to top tonight.
The best Christmas presents were always the ones you kept a secret and tonight had proven one thing to her beyond a single doubt.
A woman needed to plan her revelations wisely!
Chapter Four
Bethany spent an hour scrubbing the pots she’d left on the stove. It was a huge mess but one she just couldn’t seem to get mad about. The coals had baked the remaining food into a thick coating of burnt food that she was forced to chip away at with a fork.
And Bethany giggled all the way through the chore. She was so lucky it was Saturday and she didn’t need to open the shop until noon. The town didn’t begin to thrive on Saturday until midday because the men who would be spending money in her shop would be staying well past sunset to lay down more of their weekly earnings at the saloon.
Honey would be busy tonight. Bethany stopped for a moment and looked across the room to the window. How many times had she noticed the lamp burning in those rooms and thought harshly of the women selling their favors? The truth was, she had quite a nerve judging anyone. She was far from perfect and knew it, but it was more than that.
She enjoyed sex. Even further than that idea was the firm knowledge that she craved it. Like the women who got addicted to the cocaine painkiller sold in the pharmacy. Her body was sore this morning but it was a pleasant ache that told her she had met her husband’s needs and fed hers at the same time.
A little frown wrinkled her forehead. But had she really done everything that Gabe had desired? He was a man who had walked a whole lot of miles in his day and until yesterday had hidden his darker longings from her. What else was there lurking in those saloon rooms that men saved their money for?
Well, there was only one way to find out. Bethany opened her little tin of salt that sat on the back shelf and dug her fingers into it to pull out the little cloth bag that she kept money in that was hidden beneath the rock crystal. The west was untamed and it was wise to keep your money in a few different places besides the town bank. She tucked three dollars into the top of one glove and turned to leave.
Honey was going to have one caller today that the madam wasn’t expecting.
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“I don’t service women.” Bethany jumped as the madam swept into the room with a graceful sweep of her ruched skirts. Honey frowned slightly at her before she looked at the three dollar bills lying on the table. She stiffened slightly before fingering one of the tassels hanging from her brocade jacket.
“Cherry will take your money but I only take male customers. No women.”
“A woman and a woman?” Bethany heard the shock in her own voice and marveled that she could still find something to make her blush after last night. She was standing in a madam’s boudoir—one would think that she was quite past blushing at this point.
Honey considered her face and smiled slightly. She looked back at the money and then raised a gloved hand towards Bethany. “Yes, there are women who enjoy a female’s touch more than a man’s. It will cost you triple that amount though. Challenging biblical taboos isn’t done for the same price.”
Bethany giggled. The sound broke through her lips as she thought about what, exactly, two women might do with each other. Last night sprang to mind and the intense pleasure that Gabe had wrung from her with his mouth. Her cheeks flooded with heat as she considered women doing that to each other. She shuddered as she decided it was definitely not for her!
Honey smiled and ra
ised a dark eyebrow. “It is a rather unique taste. Not one I enjoy either. So just why are you here, Mrs. Wilton?”
Bethany tore her thoughts away from what Gabe had done to her last night. But her body still clung to the idea, her passage slowly heating as she felt the first soft throbs from her clit. Hunger began to twist in her belly for Gabe and the hard command that he had used on her.
Yet her pride reared its head as she looked at the madam. Right there was the answer and she was just going to have to find the spine to ask. They were both women who understood what happened between men and women, so there was no reason to feel ashamed. Like Gabe had said, Honey was the woman to see when you were looking for blunt information.
“I want to know if there is more that you do to a man than let him between your thighs.”
Honey smiled wide enough to show her teeth. “So you enjoyed it? How very surprising.”
Bethany raised her own eyebrow in return. It was rather odd to find Honey someone that she enjoyed conversing with. Because she had been taught to look down on women who sold their flesh, she had never considered that they might be very much like herself.
“I envy you, Mrs. Wilton. Someday, I wish to have a husband as devoted to me.” Honey’s smile faded as she sighed and reached for the money. She aimed her dark eyes at Bethany as the money disappeared into the top of her glove. “Someday, not so far from now, Honey will disappear forever and I will find a house to buy where I can wear calico and search for a husband like your Gabe. By next Christmas, I will be sitting in the church when the bell rings for the faithful to praise the Lord.”
“Then why did you ever become a madam?” The longing burning in the woman’s eyes tore that question from Bethany.
Honey offered one of her controlled smiles to Bethany. “My father got me a job in a textile mill in the north. The overseer would take me out back twice a day to have his way with me and my sire found nothing wrong with that arrangement. So, when I met a man looking for women to come west and work in his saloon…I went. If my body is for sale, then the price will be high enough to set me free someday.” Honey suddenly offered Bethany a naughty look. “Did you like being sucked off?”
Although Bethany knew Honey had told Gabe to do that to her, it was still a little blunt to hear it out loud. “Um…yes. I want to know…um…can a woman do other things to a man? I mean, other than let him ride her?”
“Suck his cock, men crave that almost as much as fucking.”
Bethany fluttered her eyelashes as that blunt remark hit her ears. It was so simple, she should have thought of it as Gabe was doing the same to her. She suddenly looked at Honey. “Exactly how do I do that?”
Honey raised an eyebrow once again. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Well, I’m standing here in your room, aren’t I?” Bethany propped her hand onto her hip and shook off the last of her nervousness. Now was not the time for backsliding into girlish uncertainty. She was going to be woman enough to hold her man’s attention if she had to blush for three days straight! “For three dollars, I sure hope to learn something valuable.”
“Well, I always give my costumers what they pay for.”
The madam gave her a naughty smile as she pointed to a velvet-covered chair. Bethany sat down as she leaned forward to listen to the feminine secret being reveled. But Honey stood up and pulled a cord hanging discreetly in the corner by the bed. It was a bell cord, something you’d find alongside a lady’s bed in a house with maids who listened in the kitchen for the little bells that told them their mistress was awake and ready for their assistance. Honey smiled at Bethany as she began to unbutton her gloves.
“A man’s cock is the best place for a woman to control him.” Honey laid her glove aside and opened the other one. “Never doubt that there is a certain part of every man that will guide him back to the woman who handled his cock just the right way. They may declare on the church steps that a proper girl is all they ever think about but trust me, I could identify most of the town fathers by their cocks.”
Bethany giggled, she just could not help herself. The idea of her friends’ husbands being lined up, fly open and feed sacks over their heads, was too wicked to ignore. The inner door to Honey’s room shook with a hard knock before it opened. Bethany’s amusement died instantly.
“Relax, Mrs. Wilton, this is JinLu, he works here.” The man stepped right into the room and grinned at Honey. She lifted her hand and motioned him forward. He was a China-man and it really wasn’t that odd to find him at the saloon. Chinese were inexpensive labor for most of the businesses in town. Honey looked at the man and popped one of her fingers into her mouth. She pulled it free almost to the tip and then pushed it back into her mouth. JinLu grinned wide enough to show his teeth but looked at Bethany first. Honey nodded her head and the man began to open his fly.
“JinLu doesn’t speak English.” Honey turned to look at Bethany. “So, I believe he’s perfect for our lesson today. You can’t suck a cock correctly unless you’ve seen it done.”
Bethany couldn’t decide whether to giggle again or gasp as JinLu reached into his open pants to pull his cock out. Never once had she ever considered being in such a situation. Exactly how did you behave while looking at a cock that did not belong to your husband? Honey walked over to JinLu and curled her fingers around his cock. Bethany watched the way the woman handled the flesh. There was no hint of hesitation as Honey pulled her clasped hand to the end of JinLu’s cock and the man sucked in a harsh gasp of air.
That reaction pleased Honey as she moved her palm over the head of the cock and then firmly pressed her hand back to the base of his staff. “Play a little with it first. A firm grip but not hard and always run your thumb through the slit on the head.”
Bethany’s eyes were glued to her lesson. Now she knew she was headed for a fiery end but that didn’t matter just then. She was fascinated by the look on JinLu’s face. Pure enjoyment was sitting there as Honey moved her hand up and down his cock. The madam bent to her knees and held his cock with one hand as she opened her mouth and licked the little slit on the head of that cock. JinLu jerked and his breath hissed between his clenched teeth. Honey moved her eyes to look at Bethany. “See what I mean? Play with the cock a bit before taking it completely into your mouth. Men love having their cocks handled by a woman.”
It certainly looked that way! Bethany was barely breathing as she waited to see Honey actually suck that cock. Excitement raced through her bloodstream even as she felt heat pooling in her passage. She wanted to do this to Gabe. The idea was firmly rooted in her brain and she didn’t give a hoot what anyone thought about it…only that Gabe looked at her bent head like JinLu was looking at Honey. Pure devotion was flickering in his eyes and the harsh rasp of his breathing told Bethany the man was completely at Honey’s command right then. The madam returned her attention to the cock in her hands and she leaned forward and took the head of the organ into her mouth. Her lips closed around the head as she slid her hand down the length that wasn’t in her mouth.
JinLu’s body bucked as his hips thrust towards her mouth like he was fucking her. Honey gripped his length and opened her mouth wider to take more of the cock into her mouth. Bethany listened to the little wet sounds that came from JinLu thrusting into Honey’s mouth and the rasps of JinLu’s breath as it increased. Honey worked her hand as JinLu’s hips thrust his cock deeper into her mouth.
JinLu muttered something in his own language as his body went rigid. Honey tightened her hand around his cock as she sucked on the part inside her mouth. The man jerked a few times and then groaned low and deep. When Honey released his cock it was going limp and his face wore a satisfied smile.
“Just make sure to use your tongue on the little spot right under the ridge that runs around the head of the cock. It will make your husband come.”
Excitement surged through her as Bethany absorbed the little details that would allow her to turn the tables on her husband. Marriage might work well as a tea
m effort but there was nothing better than a good battle of wills to keep the relationship spicy.
* * * * *
Bethany burned dinner that night. She looked at the mess and worked up a batch of gravy to cover it with. Her mind wasn’t on food. Oh no, now that she’d opened her mind to wickedness, she was falling headfirst into a pit of continuous hunger.
Her body was twisting with need already. She knew Gabe would be home soon and her skin tingled with just the idea of him being in the room with her. It had always been that way between them, the difference was that now she knew what it was she wanted.
Everything. Bethany wanted to give as much pleasure as she got and everyone else’s opinion could go straight to Satan. They were married and, to her way of thinking, there was nothing wrong with enjoying the bodies that their creator had gifted them with.
The window rattled telling her Gabe had opened the back door. Every nerve in her body was suddenly alert and waiting for the night to commence. That idea sent her into a fit of giggles that Gabe raised an eyebrow at as he entered the kitchen.
Right there was the main reason he loved her. Gabe caught the slight tinge of burnt battered steak and Bethany was laughing. It was strange how a man could find solace in something as common as cooking supper. He could stand there and watch Bethany scrub the pots and a grin would turn up his lips every time. It was the way she twisted her lips when she was mad and the soft scent of her skin and the rustle of her skirt as she moved. All of those things that made her a woman who welcomed him home and into her bed.
That was where his smile melted into an expression that was much more intense. His cock was already swelling as he looked at the table and saw Bethany’s nude body stretched out over its polished wood surface. Bethany stopped laughing as she looked at his face. She brandished a wooden spoon at him in warning.
