Author's note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case.
To the anonymous scumbag that denigrated my upbringing and parentage I wish only eternal damnation, to others that wish to hide behind anonymity without giving constructive criticism, please don't read any further. To those that want to talk seriously and constructively, I welcome feedback, and assure you that all sensible communications will be answered.
My stories are placed in the relevant categories with some thought, those in the group sex category involve multiple partners, usually with one woman, those in the wives category involve wives with multiple partners. My 'husband's' whilst technically 'cuckolds' are never 'wimps' or 'subservient'. My super heroes all have big cock's and some I admit are black, that does not mean that I believe the black race is superior, neither do I believe that once fucked by a black man there is no return. I am a non-racist white, who loves and respects his 'faithful' partner but, like most of the population of this world, I have fantasies. You now know what follows, if it might offend you, please do not read on!!!
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Susanne looked out of her bedroom window onto the courtyard. Yyvette, the maid was scampering across the yard towards the farm's huge wooden gate, hurrying towards the pounding insistence of the soldiers outside.
"Open up or we'll smash it down," a soldier shouted in broken French.
Yyvette reached the gate and after several seconds of effort managed to lift the heavy bar from its iron housing. She pulled the gate open and a mounted cavalry officer, followed by two soldiers also on horseback cantered passed her and into the centre of the yard. Seeing Susanne at the first floor window the officer pulled the horse's head around and rode towards her.
Susanne lowered the sash and asked in English, "What do you want?"
"I have been instructed by General Picton to find quarters for the officers of my regiment this night."
Susanne looked down upon this strikingly handsome man and quivered with the excitement of the moment. The two soldiers had dismounted and Yyvette was leading them towards the barn.
"How many men are there?" Susanne asked.
"We expect to be in action at Quatre Bras today, so the Lord above knows how many of us will survive, you had better expect at least fifteen but I will give you a requisition to draw rations for our full compliment of twenty-five. The quartermaster will deliver our kit later today, give him this chitty."
As he stretched up to hand her the piece of paper there was a sudden scream from the barn. Susanne ran downstairs and met the officer as he dismounted. He towered over her and she imagined what a frightening sight he must have been when in battle.
They both ran to the barn door and in the poor light it was hard to make out much but as Susanne's eyes became accustomed she could see Yyvette on her hands and knees naked. Both of the soldiers had their breeches around their ankles and the older of the two was kneeling on one leg and supported by the other was thrusting his huge cock deep inside the girl. The other soldier was at her head and was pushing his cock into her mouth. The sawing motion was causing Yvette's large pendulous tits to swing violently backwards and forwards and each thrust into her cunt caused a grunt to be forced from her mouth.
For a second Susanne was transfixed and she was shocked to realise how much she wished these men were using her in such a manner. Her juices had begun to leak from her own cunt and were running down her thighs. Clamping her legs together in order to hamper the flow she pulled herself out of the trance, and shouted at the officer.
"Get those animals off her." She began to run towards the girl but she was suddenly grabbed around the waist by the officer and carried struggling, away from the grunting maid and the by now sweating soldiers.
He placed her down in the courtyard and held her by the shoulders saying gently, "It's a fact of war. This evening these men may well be dead, she'll merely be a little sore. Now pull yourself together and show me the quarters, I must be away in a few minutes."
He was so calm and matter of fact that she allowed him to lead her meekly away and she led him into the house, leaving Yyvette to her fate. She showed him into the salon, a room that she had taken such delight in furnishing. It was in fact two rooms that were separated by folding doors but today as if in preparation for this visit, the doors were open and the large dining table was sited centrally, showing that at least twenty people could be seated.
"I haven't enough chairs to seat so many", said Susanne.
"The quartermaster will bring some cartridge boxes, they'll have to suffice" said the officer.
"What is your name?" said Susanne, her voice quivering partly because of what she had just witnessed but mainly because of his disturbing closeness.
"I'm Major Robert Devane, adjutant to Colonel Ferguson of the 29th Highland Dragoons. And you Madame?"
"I'm Madame Susanne Jacquard, my husband is the mayor of Mont St. Jean, and he is at present on business in Brussels."
"I doubt you'll see him for a few days, Brussels is in turmoil and Boney is only a few miles south of here with a hundred thousand men. We hope to hold him at Quatre Bras but he's there in strength and it'll be a close run thing. I must go, I hope to see you this evening madam, you are tres, tres jolie!"
With this he turned and strode into the courtyard, leaving Susanne flustered, her mind unable to cope with her thoughts. She rushed to the door and shouted after him. "You haven't seen where you are to sleep."
Turning he replied flippantly. "If I get back alive, I'll need no sleep tonight and neither will you." He grabbed the reins of his horse and shouted. "McDonnell, McDuff, out here now!"
A second or two passed before the two men ran from the barn both trying to fasten the cords at the waist of their breeches.
Major Devane turned towards Susanne and touching his fingers to his lips he blew her a kiss. Foolishly, Susanne caught it and placed it to her own lips. Robert turned the horses head before spurring off towards the gate.
Susanne knew that if he survived that day she would be ridden in similar fashion by this man tonight. The thought both thrilled and shocked her, for she had only known one man in her life, her boring husband Armande. Armande was 55 years old and she was only 20 (Proven by her marriage certificate). Armande was kind but it was obvious that he had married her for her family's money and influence.
