Giving in or surrendering
"Rufus, I think we need some more wine, my friend!" Matthew was called by Rufus.
I glanced at Jenny, sitting right next to him. Her summer dress was hiked up, and Rufus' hands were casually resting on her leg. He'd made yet another joke at her expense.
"Yes, sir," I responded, sounding hesitant. I found it impossible to leave the sight of them together. I couldn't help but think about them being alone.
"No, Rufus, call me by my first name. The war, well, it's over. There's no war here!" The officer at our billet insisted.
I watched as Rufus kissed Jenny. It was just a quick brush of their lips. It was like a sign of surrender, a truce between two warring parties. Jenny was trembling. The cold, hard truth was, she liked him. Rufus was well-educated, often shared his extra rations with us, and he even brought her silk stockings to wear. My wife ignores me. She wouldn't look at me.
I went down to the cellar and grabbed a bottle of burgundy. Rufus always liked the best burgundy. If another junior rank was billeted with us, it would've been beer. There'd have been arguing and even fighting. But after Jenny had gone to the billeting office, after she'd been checked out, we were given a handsome Colonel. Rufus must have been around 30 years old, much too young to be a Colonel! You had to be ruthless to climb the ranks that fast! I picked up the bottle, brushed the dust off, and went back upstairs.
When I arrived, Jenny was sitting on his lap, and he had a relaxed hand resting in between her thighs. I observed as my wife kissed him back, her mouth open, soft.
"The '82 vintage, Matthew? It's so delicious?" he asked, after pausing their intimate moment.
"Yes sir," I replied, almost forgetting his preferred mode of address.
I opened the bottle, praying the cork wouldn't fail. His temper was short. Everything about Rufus was precise - his clean, well-fitting uniform and polished cavalry boots, his starched white shirt, the perfectly silver chain on his wrist. Jenny looked gorgeous on his lap. Rufus gently spread her legs further, teasing her more. I watched her eyes shut as he did so.
"Would you like another glass, Jenny, my dear?" Rufus inquired.
She nodded. She wanted him to kiss her again. She wanted him to touch her.
I poured the wine.
"You'll enjoy the first glass, Matthew," he declared. He knew full well I'd gulp it down as a "I've got yours, so there!" kind of move.
I had already guessed his intentions and gulped down the wine. There were always extra precautions, "security matters" as Rufus called them. Jenny handcuffed me to our bed before going to his room at night.
"You two look great together, it's a relief, Rufus," I commented. It was the truth - he was tall, muscular, and dressed in a military uniform, while Jenny was petite, artistic, and sat on his lap as if she belonged there. My wife didn't believe that, though. The war was over. We had lost. It was time to make peace.
"You're very noble, Matthew," said Rufus, teasing with a smile. "The office-types wanted to station a platoon of men in your stables, but I said no, this is our home. Matthew is thrilled to have you here! Jenny is so relieved that everything is settled now."
He smiled at my wife and leaned in to kiss her again. She made no objection.
"Life can be stranger than we imagine, Matthew," Rufus observed. "There's chemistry even when there's so much conflict, so many deportations and camps. Peace can be really pristine, can't it?"
I shuddered. Yes, yes of course.
"I'm thankful, very thankful. Jenny is relieved because this ordeal is finally over," I said, trying to hide the fear in my voice.
"Yes...yes, indeed. And now, you're my friend, Matthew. No more animosity." Rufus said with a smile.
I smiled back. He always had his pistol in its black leather holster on his fancy leather belt. He was a true military man, following the officer's code to the letter, and I had never seen him draw it in our house. He was carrying it now. Jenny moaned softly from Rufus' touch.
"But, your...medicine, Matthew...have you forgotten it?" Rufus asked, gesturing towards the window sill, indicating the bottle and its daily dosing cap.
I nodded. Yes, of course. I took my dose of medicine and Jenny didn't. The local men from the village were also given the same medicine, and sometimes they came to take blood samples. One overly talkative and dangerous fellow said it had extra benefits for "your prospects," as he put it. Rufus said it was a prevention against the gas used in the war. I just knew it helped me relax.
Rufus, and Jenny watched as I took my medicine. Jenny seemed completely indifferent about it. How many bottles now, at least three, I think.
Rufus grinned. "You're usually pretty sharp, Matthew. Don't forget that next time!"
"Definitely not, sir," I replied.
Rufus gave a nod.
"I think Jenny is hoping we'll form a threesome with you, right love?" Rufus asked conversationally. I watched his other hand make its way to her chest. She nodded, eyes glazed over.
I observed her shifting on his lap, now with her back to him and her legs spread out. Rufus lifted the edge of her dress, revealing her shaved vulva. His fingers moved around swiftly, somehow spreading her lips open.
I knelt down.
"Indeed, my friend, we're now a trio, aren't we, Jenny?" Rufus coaxed.
"Yes..." she mewed.
I licked her vulva. Sometimes, I licked his fingers too. Everything seemed connected. My wife groaned and moved back against his shoulder. Rufus found her throat with his lips.
"Is this feeling good for you, Matthew?" he inquired, her hips pushing rhythmically against my mouth.
"Yes...yes it is" I murmured softly.
"What scent is she carrying?" he questioned casually, now stroking her nipple with one roaming hand.
"Your cock, sir," I answered truthfully. She always had his scent on her.
"My boy, we're now part of a threesome, my friend! See how she's gasping! We've left our traditional lifestyles behind. I'm incredibly happy that you need this!"
"I do, sir," I murmured.
Jenny was moaning. She longed for him. She always did. The war was over.
"Could you help me out, my friend?" asked Colonel Rufus of the elite Niger Brigade.
My wife stood up. Her neck and face were beet red with passion. I glanced at her and felt embarrassed.
"Now, please," he requested.
I put myself back together and unzipped the fly of his black cavalry trousers. Gently, I pulled out his erection. It was solid, proud, curved slightly, and had a large head.
"This is better, perhaps you could hold it steady for Jenny?" he instructed.
I did so.
Jenny stepped forward.
Brushing against my arm, she straddled it and forced herself down, managing to mount him.
Somehow she took it all.
She took every inch of it and began moving up and down, making the softest sounds of pleasure.
I could hear her moan. "Oh...oh Rufus..."
Rufus smiled.
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