This is the second part of a story. It is recommended that you read part one first. As always comments are welcome.
Mat and Martha entered the bigger town early one morning. They were instantly excited by the hustle and bustle that had already grown at this early hour. In the sleepy prairie town Martha had left, there would be still quiet in the main street at this time.
The two young lovers immediately felt a sense of safety and security that had been absent for them over the last few weeks. People hustled by, seemingly in a rush to get someplace or another, but none were in too much of a rush to not say 'howdy' to the young couple (and take a second look at the stunning beauty that was Martha.)
They noticed that nearly every street corner had a Sheriff's deputy on it, the badges shining in the already hot sun. This gave them an even bigger feeling of safety which in turn relaxed them, so much so, that before they knew it they were giddy with happiness and excitement about the lives that lay ahead of them together.
The first saloon they saw (Martha being surprised to find that a town could have more than one!) had a notice that all guns must be checked before entering.
"This is such a wonderful place," thought Martha.
Presently Mat found a hotel, the 'newly weds' did not have to worry about money too much for quite a while, as Mat had several hundred dollars on him.
Before setting out on their journey, Mat had performed the gruesome task of robbing the bodies of the outlaws he had slain. Martha pleaded with him not to do it and to leave them alone.
"Listen Mart, he had started. These men all carry valuable items, it would be foolish to leave them here to go to waste or for someone else to take."
Martha knew he was right but Mat still continued.
"The money I have taken from them is a great deal, admittedly it will have been stolen from someone else but we may as well have it. Mat paused then continued, look at the quality of handguns they all carry, these are professional killers and would be proud of the quality of the piece they carried, look at all the rings and jewellery they have in their possessions, they do not steal rubbish Mart."
Mat would have loved to have been able to take along all the horses and expensive saddles but it was impractical. They had unsaddled the horses and turned them loose, just saving an extra horse each which could be led (and more importantly they could only carry enough grain to feed.) and be sold on later.
On arriving in the town Mat immediately turned his possessions into ready cash. He laid out all the quality hardware in front of the gunsmith and asked how much he would give him for the lot. After being given an insulting offer Mat said,
"If you like I will set up a table outside your shop and sell these guns there at a good price. No one will pay you your price for new guns when I am selling such quality so much cheaper."
It did the trick, not just with the gunsmith but the same tactic worked with the Jeweller and the Blacksmith too, as Matt sold the jewels and horses for a fair price.
Mat and Martha entered the hotel. They approached the owner on the desk and asked for a room for the foreseeable future (Martha loving how hard a bargain Mat drove when negotiating a price for such a long term stay.)
Ethan Bartlett was not as interested in the price he could get as Mat and Martha had assumed. He stared at Martha with a wicked glint in his eye.
"Just you two young ones wait here and I will get Mrs Bartlett to arrange your room for you."
Ethan rushed off and left the Paytons at the desk,
"Clara, Clara," he shouted which drew her to him.
"What is all the fuss about now?" she asked flustered.
"Get the people out of room six now," he ordered.
"But we only just put them in last night, you seemed to enjoy them," she said.
"Just do as I say, you will soon understand, just get them out now," he ordered again.
Clara Bartlett re-organized the room situation much to the displeasure of the people who for forced to move again, and showed Mat and Martha to their new home for the days and weeks to come.
After a long day exploring the town, meeting people and acquainting themselves with the locations of all the different places, Mat and Martha had bathed and eaten and wanted to retire to bed. They entered their room and took off their coats.
Behind the mirror not only did Ethan Bartlett watch with trembling anticipation but Clara also sat beside him, a trembling hand on his thigh.
"They are both so beautiful," they whispered to each other.
Ethan and Clara Bartlett were forty years old and childless. They had been watching other couples fuck for months ever since Ethan had come into the possession of a one way mirror. They would watch as the man rutted, humped and fucked the woman, then climb onto the bed and do the same.
In the age that they lived, sexual gratification was still the sole preserve of the man. Although Clara had orgasms over time, this was more by luck than judgement and was more a by-product of Ethan taking his pleasure of her, than any specific attention paid to her sexually.
Martha stood in the middle of the room and undressed. First her hard youthful breasts came into view, the pale pink buds already hardening in anticipation, the small areola tightening around them. When she lowered her pants Ethan inwardly gasped. Martha's cunny only had a slight sparse covering of pure blonde hair, which was novel, new and exciting. The sight of her tightly closed slit underneath, visible through her soft downy bush was stunning.
