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by James Forrest
Sarah’s time came Sunday morning. John and I went to church by ourselves. We told the people at church that Sarah was under the weather. The truth was that she’d cried from the time we got up until we left. When Ma heard that Sarah wasn’t well, we had to talk her out of bringing a meal over. Sarah was still sniffling when we came home, but she had dinner on the table. We started the meal in silence. John and I were going to let Sarah have her space.
“What are we going to do,” she said.
“We keep trying,” John said.
They both looked at me. Even though a part of me had wanted this, Sarah’s sad eyes broke my heart. I felt guilty for thinking that I’d like another month.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said.
For the next ten days, we returned to our separate rooms. Then things returned to the new normal. The three of us slept together most nights. Some nights, Sarah and I did baby making, and John would join in. Some nights we just slept.
We had a little Christmas tree and trimmed it with popcorn strings. We went to Pa’s place for Christmas Eve. When we came home, the house was cold. We all stood around the stove waiting for the room to warm up.
Sarah was looking at the tree. “That tree looks so lonely.”
I put my arm around her and held her while she sobbed on my chest.
“I think I’ll sleep in back,” John said heading for the back bedroom.
That left Sarah and me alone in front of the stove. The door to the bedroom was open, but I knew it would still be cold in there. I moved my hand from the back of her head to her side then up to her breast. It was tight under her dress. As I rubbed, her nipple hardened. We stood there with my hand on her breast and her head on my shoulder. I held her bottom. It was tight. I was hard. I bent down so that I could reach her calf. I slid my hand up under her dress, along the outside of her leg until I could hold her bottom again. Her bloomers were soft and so thin that I could feel her round bottom through them. Around the front of her bush where the bloomers opened, I pressed my finger into her slit and rubbed her button. After a few minutes, I lifted her dress with my other hand, looped my thumbs into her bloomers, and pulled them down. When they got to her ankles, she stepped out. I unbuttoned her dress. As I pulled it down, I put my hand under her chemise. Her breasts were soft, and her nipples were standing hard. I pressed my hard member against her tummy. With her hands over her head, so I could pull her chemise up, her breasts fell free. In the light from the lanterns and the stove, her naked body glowed.
We were still standing in the warmth of the stove. I undid my belt and the buttons on my fly and pushed my pants down. My hard member stood out. I pulled her to me pushing my member against her bushy mound. She turned from me to the table just a few feet away. She bent over, leaned on her elbows, and pushed her bottom toward me. The farm animals did it from behind, but I had never tried it that way. Entering her from behind, the angle made it feel different. I liked pushing against her bottom. When I drove hard into her, a small moan escaped. The scent from between her legs drifted up. I reached over her hip and rubbed her button. She thrust back against me. As we moved and her excitement grew, her scent increased like steam from a boiling pot. She was hot inside and getting hotter, but I held back until she arched her back and pushed back hard. When she cried out with her release, I looked at the door to the back bedroom and wondered if John had heard that, but I released my control and spent in her.
We picked up our clothes, blew out the lanterns, and went into the bedroom. There was still a chill in the room, but we dove naked under the covers and held each other close. I couldn’t believe how fast I had recovered and was hard again. She felt me on her leg and spread her legs for me. Once more inside her, it took me a while, but soon, she tightened around me. It was like a continuation of the action from a few minutes earlier. She held me tight, and I was lost in the feeling. We moved together as one person. I felt a spasm of tightening, she moaned, her legs twitched, and she cried out again. That was all I needed to finish.
Before sleep took me, I took a minute to enjoy the idea that I had given her release twice in a row. I wondered if John had been able to do that. It seemed like the natural progression of our lovemaking, but what did it mean for her to enjoy me so much?
In the morning, I woke to her rubbing my member. She crawled on top of me and slid my member into her. Her breasts swung as she pitched up and down. She met my eyes and smiled. I could see between her legs where my member slid in and out as she rode me. She panted as she sped up. When she slammed herself hard onto me and her body twisted and turned, I delivered. She put a cloth in her bloomers, put them on, and donned her nightgown and robe. On the way out, she closed the door behind her. I laid there for a few minutes reliving my new experiences.
When I went into the great room, John was eating breakfast. Sarah had a plate with eggs, sausages, and a pile of toast on the table. I poured a cup of coffee and joined him. We didn’t say anything about last night; we discussed the work for the day.
Sarah’s monthly time came in January and again in February. In March, we decided that we wouldn’t stop after ten days. She had a period at the end of March. We decided we’d sleep together all the time. When she had her period, she didn’t want sex, but otherwise, I would be there. Every few days, either John or I would sleep in the other bedroom.
The upper meadow turned green with young grass. Calving started. Pa’s bull, Old Bill, had done a good job; all of our cows were heavy. About mid-April, we had a couple of sunny days. It was enough to convince me that spring was here. We finished spreading grass seed on all the pastures, and the Almanac said we should plant corn next week. I was in the horse barn currying Punch when Sarah came to the stable door. She was carrying a mason jar with light-brown liquid.
“I brought you some tea,” she said, entering the stall.
She held the jar out. I put the curry comb on the stall wall and took the jar.
As I took a long drink, she pressed against me.
With my other hand, I reached down and cupped her bottom. It felt different. I put the jar down on the stall wall and pulled up her dress. She was not wearing anything underneath. I looked up into a big smile. I led her to the side of the stall, bent her over where she could hold onto a beam just below waist height and pulled her dress up. In the bright light of the barn, her naked bottom and the dark bush looked pretty good. With my finger, I found her wetness. I slid my finger down to her button and began rubbing it. Spreading her bush, I saw her pink opening. Soon she was moving from side to side and moaning softly. I dropped my pants and pressed against her. I rubbed her slit with my hard member and then slid into her. She spread her legs farther apart, letting me sink deeper. She moaned as I pressed deeper. Our pace increased until it was intense. She cried out and gripped me hard inside.
I almost delivered when she released, but I decided I liked that two-time thing we had done the other night, so I held back. She still held me tight inside. I think she realized what I was up to because she pushed hard with each of my thrusts. I kept up a steady rhythm for a while and then sped up. She started to twitch. I reached over her hip, parted her bush, and found her button. As I rubbed it, the twitching increased. I only had to rub it for a minute until she pushed her bottom hard against me and cried out. I pushed back hard, held myself in her, and delivered. I stayed in her while I ran my hands over the smooth skin of her bottom.
I slid out of her. She turned to me with a smile. We kissed long and deep.
“I think your beginning to get the hang of it,” she said.
That night, I slept with her, but we didn’t do any lovemaking until the morning. In the morning light, I pulled her up onto her hands and knees to take her from behind again.
In April, her time didn’t come when we expected it. We weren’t sure what to do. Should we keep up the plan, or should we leave her alone? Would having sex disturb a baby? Sarah decided to go have a talk with Ma. Ma had had two children; she should know about these things. Sarah came back just before supper. Ma had told her that you could keep having sex right up to just before the baby came. But she said that some women didn’t want to.
Maybe we had done it. But what did that mean for us? I was happy sleeping with Sarah four or five nights a week. I didn’t mind sharing her with her husband. In fact, seeing her with John was exciting for me. It seemed to work the same for him. Sarah seemed to like having sex with me. But she also liked sex with John. With the baby on the way, would this change?
That evening, after the main meal, we sat at the supper table in silence. Sarah had opened the last of the chokecherry jam. We spread it on toast for dessert. The silence became uncomfortable.
“What are we going to do now?” I asked.
John looked at Sarah. She looked at her hands on the table in front of her.
Finally she said, “We don’t have to change anything for now.”
It could have been a frown or a question that passed over John’s face.
“You like having two lovers?” he asked.
“At first it was pretty strange, but yeah, I do,” she said.
“I find watching you two together, excites me,” he said. “I keep thinking this should be wrong, but it doesn’t feel that way.”
“I like it the way it is for now,” I said. “I think I’d like to have a wife one day, but this is pretty darn good.”
John smiled. “Well, I guess that settles it. When the baby comes, everything is likely to change anyway.”
We sat for a few minutes. Then I got up and stood behind Sarah’s chair. I slid my hands down from her shoulders and cupped her breasts. John sat back, watching. I unbuttoned her dress. John stayed still. With her bodice loosened, I put my hands inside her chemise. With my hands on her breasts, I looked up. John had a small smile. Sarah moved her chest against my hands. I slipped her dress down and pulled her chemise up. She shifted back and forth so I could pull it over her head. I pushed her dress down. After squeezing her naked breasts for a minute, I held her nipples between my fingers and rubbed them. I alternated between fingering her nipples and holding her whole breast. She put her head back, and I kissed her. With my hands under her arms, I stood her up. Her dress dropped to the floor. I pushed her bloomers down, and she stepped out of them. I lowered my hands across her tummy stopping at her bush. With one hand I rubbed her button; with the other, I rubbed her nipple between my fingers. While her body responded to my fingers, she stared at John. He met her gaze. I pulled her toward him.
Standing her in front of him, I raised his hands to her breasts. He rubbed her nipples. I took her hands and put them on the top button of his shirt. She began unbuttoning it. When she finished the buttons, she lifted his shirt off. Standing behind her, I pulled his arms until he was standing. I put her hands on his belt. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. My hand was between her legs, rubbing her button. When his pants dropped, I pushed him back. He sat down. I pushed her hips down, and she knelt. She pulled his pants off his feet. I stood her up again and took his hand. I led them to the bedroom. I led her to the bed and onto it. She lay on her back. I pulled her legs apart and spread her bush. Even in the lantern light, her pink opening shinned with wetness. I turned to John. He was standing next to the bed, his member straight out.
I had never touched anyone’s member. Even though John and I had skinny dipped and seen each other naked many times, I had never considered touching him. But now I had a plan.
I wrapped my hand around his member. He jerked when I touched him, and started to raise his hand. I pulled, and he stepped forward. I guided him to the end of the bed. Then I pulled him toward the bed. He followed, kneeling at the foot of the bed. I pulled forward, and he knee-walked to kneel between Sarah’s legs. As I pulled down, he leaned forward. I kept pulling him down as his member moved toward her. She was watching us. Seeing what I intended, she raised her knees welcoming what was headed toward her. I held him tight as I lowered his member toward her open bush. The head of his member slid onto her opening. I pulled him into her until I felt her wet opening against my fingers, then I released him.
When he started thrusting into her, I stood up and undressed. I crawled onto the edge of the bed. She reached over and grasped my member. She pulled me toward her. I knee-walked forward as she pulled me. My knee pressed on her shoulder. She turned her head and brought me to her mouth. John’s head was on the other side of hers. She filled her mouth with my member, stroking it with her lips and tongue. She sucked me and pulled me deeper. John was speeding up. Sarah was sucking me hard. I resisted the urge to push so far into her mouth that she’d gag, but when I released, I pushed against the roof of her mouth. She turned to John with my fluid on her lips. He arched his back and pushed hard.
Two days later, John got up from the supper table and stood behind Sarah. He put his hands on her breasts. She smiled at me before closing her eyes and leaning back for an upside-down kiss. He repeated almost exactly the actions I had done. Just like he did, I jerked when he held my member. Having him guide me into his wife added a lot of zest. Just as I had, he spent in her mouth. I was laying on her, working up to the end, as she turned her head to me. She opened her mouth. Filled with semen, she lifted her mouth to mine. At first, I pulled back, but she pressed forward. Her lips were slippery with his fluid, but the excitement of the moment was so strong that I kissed her lips and slipped my tongue into her wet mouth. Lips pressed to hers, I delivered.
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