A Mail Order Bride Ch. 03

Excellent marriage, wonderful husband, new baby on the way . . . and my husband's best friend.

Though unhappy in the beginning, I had transformed from an innocent, insecure "mail order bride" into the desirable, sexually curious, younger wife of a prosperous rancher. No longer innocent and naive, I found myself the willing object of lust for two men.

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Matt Daniels

I guess I had always liked Mrs. McQuade, Katie. Though we had been friends from the beginning, I was still very much a man, and with increasing frequency, I found myself becoming sexually aroused when she was near. Katie was young, just nineteen at the time, much younger than Jonas' forty years. Large brown eyes, long doe-like dark lashes, and full, soft lips with a small scar on her chin probably from some childhood adventure. Her long, brown hair that she wore tied back most of the time would regularly slip free and hang in soft tendrils around her face, and I would force myself to resist the urge to caress her face and brush the stray curls back.

I was a big man and easily towered over her small frame. She couldn't have been more than 5' 4" and perhaps 120 lbs on a good day; I could easily imagine lifting her in my arms and fucking her as her arms encircled my neck and her slim, shapely legs wrapped around my waist. Her body was still changing from that of a girl into a woman. It was apparent from the swell of her hips, slim waist, full, firm breast and visibly long, hard nipples that after a year or so of ranch life and good, regular sex, her body would mature into that of a beautiful woman. When I looked at her, I knew that Jonas had better be on guard, because there would always be some man lusting after his wife.

***

From the very beginning, Katie and I had been able to talk, discovered we had several common interests, and even found that we might have had a distant relative or two in common back in Wisconsin. If I had met her first, things could have been so different.

As soon as she came here, I remember sensing right off that she and Jonas were at odds, not just from what Katie said, but also from Jonas' behavior and the comments he would make to me. It was obvious to him that she wasn't what or who he had expected, and he didn't want her here even though he had married her despite his feelings. For Katie's part, she didn't want to be here either and felt in a way trapped and taken advantage of.

I also think she may have been afraid of Jonas. I felt sorry for her.

Jonas said he was too busy and delegated the task of showing her around the ranch, picking out a good horse for her, and generally pointing out the things around the ranch that she'd be responsible for. I taught her how to ride and was surprised when she turned out to be an excellent rider. After that, we began taking long rides a couple of times a week and slowly became good friends.

Katie was very pretty, smart, eager to learn, and in truth, as I said before, if she hadn't been already married to Jonas, I might have gone after her myself. But as fate would have it, Katie was married to Jonas, and so any inappropriate feelings on my part I tried to bury.

Over time our friendship and her emotional dependence on me grew stronger, and if Jonas noticed, he never said anything.

***

About two months after Katie came to the ranch, I came upon her one morning, feeding the chickens, and could see she had been crying. I also noticed she had a large hand shaped bruise on her lower arm, where someone had grabbed her and held onto her tight enough to leave the bruise. It was evident to me that something had happened between Jonas and Katie that had upset her. She turned her back toward me when I approached, and I knew she wasn't ready to talk about it, so I let it go, but a few days later, I asked if she felt like going for a ride, and Katie after a long pause said yes, she'd like that. As we rode, Katie finally opened up, and between tears and gasps blurted out that Jonas had forced himself on her.

"That bastard!" I said, furious; my first instinct was to head back to the ranch and find him.

"Are you alright, Katie?" I asked.

"I'm fine . . . I'm fine, Matt. I shouldn't have said anything, shouldn't have dragged you into this."

We rode on a little further, stopped, and I watched Katie as she dismounted her horse and began to cry again.

"He's my husband, and I know I wasn't acting the way a wife should, but how could he expect me to be with him in that way when he was always so angry and disappointed with me and everything that I did."

"Afterward, he kept saying he was sorry, but that he expected me to act like a real wife . . . Oh, Matt, I just don't know what to do," she said, the desperation clear in her voice.

"You'll do what you need to do, Katie. Jonas and I have been friends for a long time, and I know he can be a hard, uncompromising man, but I don't know what he was thinking to treat you as he did."

Leading her horse, Katie walked a little way up the trail before stopping and staring off into the distance. After a while she mounted her horse and turning to me hollered, "come on Matt, we'd better head back . . . I need to get supper started for Jonas."

We rode back to the ranch in silence. As we neared the ranch, Katie as if having reached some personal decision, looked over at me and said softly, "I want to be a good wife to him, Matt . . . if he'll let me."

***

Over the next few days, things seem to change subtly between them; I could see that they had come to some understanding and even suspected that they might have finally begun having consensual marital relations. Though trying to suppress my feelings for Katie, while I was happy they seemed to be getting on better, I was strangely irritated at the thought of them having sex.

Jonas seemed to be in a better frame of mind as far as Katie was concerned, this change was noticeable not by what he said but by his actions.

Things for me, however, on a personal level were not going as well. I had met someone in town that I was interested in, and she was a very nice lady, and willing and eager to show her affection. Despite such a willing partner, I still found myself thinking of Katie, dreaming about her and in the middle of the night having to masturbate for relief as I fantasized about her.

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Katie Alston

Jonas and I had been married for almost nine months, and our relationship had changed happily for the better. I was pregnant, and even though I was barely four months, Jonas was thrilled and swore he could see the subtle differences in my body and had already convinced himself I was carrying his son.

I think when things finally started becoming real was one Sunday, two of the ladies at church had approached me commenting on how I seemed to be glowing and that it could be a sign that I was going to have a baby. Little did they know that I was already pregnant. Not too long after that, I was in the parlor doing a little mending with my dog Jack lazily sleeping at my feet in a pool of sunlight, when Matt came in and stood next to my chair. I looked up and smiled at him, he took my hand and pulling me to my feet, returned my smile.

"Jason just told me about the baby, and I wanted to say congratulations," he said as he hugged me and kissed me on my mouth.

I was surprised by the kiss (he usually kissed me on the cheek) but hugged him tightly. Matt had always been a good friend to me. He was the one who was there to listen and encourage me in the beginning when Jonas and I were having such a difficult time. I would always be grateful to Matt and thankful for his friendship.

"Jonas and I are so excited about the news. I don't have any family here, and it makes me so happy to know that you and Jonas will be here with me during this," I told him. "You and Jonas are the most important people in my life, and I love you both very much."

Matt

I hurried out of the room and out onto the porch inhaling deep breaths of fresh air as I tried to clear my head and calm down. As perverted as it sounds, I could feel myself becoming aroused when she had hugged me to her. And when I had impulsively kissed her, I had to struggle not to kiss her with the passion I felt, forcing her lips apart and letting my tongue explore the warm contours of her mouth. As crazy as it might sound, when I kissed her, I could have sworn Katie briefly returned my kiss.

I knew it was wrong how I felt, but couldn't seem to help myself. I had suspected Katie was pregnant even before Jonas had confirmed it. Her look, her scent, the way the bodice of her dress clung to the new fullness of her breast, the slight rounding of her belly, I could see and appreciate all of these things.

The thought of what Jonas was doing to her when he impregnated her excited me, I couldn't shake the image of her naked body under him, her hips thrusting upward to meet his as he pounded into her, finally cumming, filling her pussy with his seed. I walked back to the bunkhouse, envisioning what Katie would look like in a few short months, swollen, milk-heavy breasts, and a big, pregnant belly. Fantasizing about her had given me an erection that was throbbing and jerking. I hurried to my room, slammed the door and groaning fisted my cock, finally able to relieve myself.

Jonas McQuade

It sometimes seemed hard to believe, but she belonged to me! I was old enough to be this girl's father, and yet here I was, fucking her young, sweet body until I was drained and her pussy dripped with my cum when she got out of bed. I couldn't get enough of Katie before, and now that she was pregnant our nights and sometimes a big portion of our day was spent fucking. The more her pregnancy progressed, the bigger she grew, the more it seemed, my desire and her sexual appetite grew.

Sometimes at night, the throbbing in my balls would be so insistent that I would think I was dreaming. I would reluctantly open my eyes, and that's when I would realize that it wasn't a dream, that it was real, that it was my own little breeding slut teasing me awake. I loved waking in the middle of the night to the feel of her warm, moist mouth milking my cock. The sensations would start light and playful, her tongue licking and kissing my cockshaft, then moving down to my balls. She'd Inhale my balls one by one and finally suck them both into her mouth and massage them with her tongue until I could feel them throbbing, needing to expel the cum that filled them.

When she sensed I was awake, she'd look up at me and grin before going back to the task at hand. She'd kiss my balls before licking and sucking her way up my cock, gently letting her teeth nip the underside of my cock along the length of the large pulsing vein. When she reached the swollen, bulbous crown, she'd hold it in her mouth before slowly letting me slide my entire length inch by inch into her mouth and eventually into her throat. My fingers would become tangled in her hair as I ran them through her thick, shiny hair, brushing it back from her damp forehead, and then when my cock became rock hard and ready to explode, I'd hold her head tight against my crotch and begin to stroke. I'd sometimes mumble nonsense as I fucked her mouth, faster, faster until I erupted spraying cum down her beautiful tight throat.

Katie had been a young girl, sexually innocent and inexperienced. I had claimed her virginity and taught her about sex and explained what I expected from her. She proved to be a good wife to me . . . in all ways. I taught her how to please me and about the things that gave me pleasure. I shared with her the things I had learned in my travels, during the war, and traversing the brothels and whorehouses in New Orleans. Though undeniably shocked and embarrassed at first by what I needed and wanted from her, she was an apt student and soon learned to take pleasure in pleasing me . . . and I in pleasing her. I look back now and shudder to think what my life could have been like if I had sent her home to Wisconsin and settled for an older, more mature, and serious female to share my bed.

Just this morning, she had awakened before me and saw that I had a morning erection that had tented the bedsheet. I felt her moving around on the bed and opening my eyes watched her remove her gown so that she was butt naked when she straddled me. Grinning at me with that beautiful little girl grin, she lowered herself down on my cock and began riding. I reached up and fondled her enlarged breasts and lovingly caressed her swollen belly as she raced towards her orgasm. At one point, I started rubbing her clit, and within seconds, she grunted and began to cum hard and wet on my thick, rigid cock. As her orgasm subsided, Katie lifted her hips off my cock and rolled onto her back. Raising, I moved between her legs and effortlessly glided into her wet pussy. Within just a few strokes, I came and pulled out in time to cover her taut pregnant belly with creamy threads of my morning cum.

We both loved and enjoyed this change in her attitude and willingness, and on more than one occasion, she'd insist that I "feed" her before she would let me get out of bed in the morning. She would get between my legs, slip the tip of her finger into my ass, and resting her head on my thigh slowly, leisurely she would suck my cock and make me feed her all that I had, cumming into her mouth and down her throat until I had emptied myself, and she was full.

Katie would snuggle under the covers and doze off again as I satisfied and sated rose from the bed and got ready for my day.

Matt Daniels

Not courting the lady from town anymore. I called her by the wrong name for the second time, and that was the end of that. I can't seem to stop thinking about Katie. To make matters worse, I keep finding myself in situations where I would rather not be.

A few weeks ago, I came upon Jonas and Katie in the horse stable having sex. I didn't want to watch . . . but I couldn't stop myself. Jonas had Katie leaning forward again a wall, she had removed her dress and was naked; her large white breasts glistening in the late morning sun, her belly ripe with his baby. Jonas had his pants down around his ankles, and with his hands resting on her hips and occasionally rubbing her belly, he was going into her from behind. Katie began to whimper and softly cry when Jonas brought her to orgasm, and as she trembled under him, Jonas exploded, filling her with so much cum that when he withdrew, it flooded out, and trickled down her inner thigh. As she stood there recovering, he slid back inside her and began to stroke again, as if wanting to drain himself of whatever cum might have remained in his balls. He finally pulled out and had Katie get on her knees and clean him with her mouth before the two of them kissed, and he helped her dress.

Another time happened just this weekend. It was Sunday afternoon, they had gone on a Sunday afternoon picnic after church and had spread their lunch down near the small pond not too far from the main house.

I was coming from town and was on the road that led to the ranch; I heard a dog (Jack?) barking down near the pond, and after tying my horse decided to walk down and see what was going one. The pond was back from the road, so not easily seen unless you knew where it was located. I saw their wagon hitched in the copse of trees that concealed the both of us. They were in the water, touching and kissing each other, oblivious to everything around them. They wore no clothes and Jonas' arousal was evident by the size of his cock which stood out hard and strong in front of him. My attention was drawn to Katie who though she still projected an aura of innocence, had become an active partner in regular apparently regular and vigorous sex that was evidenced by the fact that she was now breeding for a man she once intensely disliked. I could feel my dick jerk when Katie would disappear under the water and Jonas' body would stiffen and his eyes would close. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she was sucking his cock each time she slipped into the water. They moved closer to shore but were in the shallower water when Jonas urged Katie to her knees, and she whorishly took his engorged cock into her mouth and began nursing his member in earnest. I watched and rubbed cock as Jonas started to stroke into Katie's mouth.

I stopped pleasuring myself when Jonas, taking Katie's hand, led her out of the water and to their blanket, where he had her get down on her hands and knees. He had her in an almost fetal position but on her knees. He picked up one of the smaller blankets, and rolling it into a tight pillow, placed it under her hips. Jonas squatted behind her, covering her small body with his. In that position, with Jonas kneeling behind her, he penetrated her with his thick rigid cock. As Jonas thrust inside her, he leaned his upper body on her back and, with his hands gently held her belly as his hips pounded into her. I watched as he slipped his hand around and under her hips and began masturbating her, rubbing her clit until she began to moan and buck under him.

It didn't take long . . . when Jonas threw back his head, cursed loudly, and began to orgasm. Engrossed in what I was witnessing, all I could do was close my eyes and groan as I forcefully ejaculated, sending a long white stream of cum onto a nearby patch of grass.

I managed to get to the ranch well before Jonas and Katie returned and was sitting out on the porch and enviously watched Jonas place his hand on her hip and help his pregnant, satisfied wife into the house.

For a fleeting moment, I think I hated my best friend.

***

Katie Alston

As I began my seventh month, it was as if I suddenly realized how busy things had become around the ranch and how much I still had left to do. If Jonas had his way, he'd have me sitting in a chair doing nothing all day, but after some disagreement and my being firm in what I wanted, Jonas finally relented and hired Sally, an older lady from town. Sally would be a live-in to help me here at the ranch and free me to finish up all the things I still had left to do, sewing baby clothes, preparing the baby's room, making a couple of baby quilts and blankets and diapers, things like that. More importantly, as far as Jonas was concerned, she would be here to help when it came time for the baby.

Amidst the excitement of the coming baby, both Jonas and I noticed that Matt was acting distracted and standoffish. When I had gotten too big, and it became unsafe and uncomfortable for me to ride my horse, Matt would sometimes hitch up the wagon, and we'd take a short ride into the country; he didn't seem to have time for that anymore. He stopped coming to the house for dinner, and if he did, he would leave soon after and not stay to play cards or talk with Jonas. I knew something was bothering him, but I couldn't imagine what. I wanted to be as good a friend to him as he had been to me.

One afternoon when I saw Matt working in the ring with one of the horses, I went out to talk with him.

"Matt, what's wrong? I asked, surprising him in my directness.

He stopped what he was doing, but didn't say anything.

"You've been acting differently lately, is it something I've said or done?" I asked.

"No, nothing like that," he began, and then added, "the young lady I had been seeing in town broke up, and I guess it bothered me more than I thought. I just needed some time to think and sort things out."

A tremendous wave of happy relief washed over me.

"Oh, Matt," I said, throwing my arms around him. "I think I understand how you must feel not being able to be with someone you care about. I was afraid you might be thinking about leaving."

"No, I'm not going anywhere, at least not for a while," he said.

"Give it time, Matt, just give it a little time," I said sympathetically and kissed him on his cheek before I turned and headed back to the house.