Their Tempting Bride by Lacey Davis
14
Aweek later, Georgia was beginning to settle into her new life as their wife. Martin was busy teaching her to cook and Daniel worked a lot in Butte at his business. Every night they spent time upstairs with her begging them to let her come.
And while this was not how she imagined her married life, she was coming to accept her men.
A knock on the door shocked her and she was glad they were letting her wear a dress, though she had nothing on beneath it. Martin had ridden out to take care of some cattle and it was one of the few times they let her stay in the house alone.
She peeked out the window afraid that it was that grotesque Mr. Bartlett, but instead she saw four women. One held a baby in her arms and one was pregnant.
Opening the door, she smiled. “Hello, ladies.”
“Welcome to Bridgewater,” the pregnant lady said. “I brought you some homemade bread. I remember those first few weeks of marriage. We didn’t eat much.”
The women laughed.
“I’m Mattie Craghead,” she said and then rubbed her stomach. “And this is Baby Craghead.”
Georgia felt such joy at seeing women who understood her new way of life. “Hello, Mattie and Baby Craghead.”
“Hi, I’m Ann,” another woman said. “I brought you canned green beans so you would never go hungry.”
A younger woman smiled. “I’m Rachel. I didn’t want to bring something practical. Here’s a cake for you and your husbands to share.”
The woman with the baby in her arms, smiled. “I’m Emma and I brought you stew.”
“Oh, please come in, ladies,” Georgia said. She took the stew from Emma’s arms, because she looked like she was about to drop it.
“Have a seat. I’m so happy to meet and talk to another woman.”
Emma smiled. “If your first few weeks of marriage are anything like mine, I’m sure you have been naked and having sex all hours of the day.”
Georgia blushed and then took a seat across the way from the ladies. “Yes, I had no idea what I was getting into, but they’re great men. And wonderful husbands.”
Ann almost acted offended. “Of course, they are. They’re Bridgewater men. All of our husbands are wonderful men who take good care of us.”
Mattie, the pregnant one, rubbed her hand over her growing belly.
“When is the baby due?”
“In a matter of weeks. I’m ready,” she said.
“Except that babies take time away from your men,” Rachel said.
“Yes, they do,” Emma said, glancing down at the sleeping bundle in her arms. “What questions can we answer for you. I’m sure this life was nothing like you thought or expected.”
“You can say that again,” Georgia said. “But I couldn’t live without either one of my men.”
“Neither could I,” Ann replied.
Rachel gave a little giggle. “Have they taken you at the same time?”
Georgia went still. How had they known? Did their husbands take them in their ass? How did she respond that question?
“Honey, it’s okay. All of us here are accustomed to speaking about our husbands. They spank us, punish us, love us, and after being trained, they both take me at the same time. And I love them for it,” Emma said.
A sigh of relief escaped from Georgia and the other women smiled.
“It’s okay,” Ann replied. “The hardest part is that damn butt plug shoved up your ass. Once that’s over with, I love having both of them in me at the same time.” Her voice dropped low. “And I especially love it when they spank me. Sometimes I’m bad just so I’ll be punished.”
“Thank goodness, you told me. I thought something was wrong with me for wanting my husband to spank me. But the way he does it…” she didn’t know what to say. Should she admit how her husbands’ touch, both of them, made her so achy with desire and hot to the touch. Even now, just thinking about them, she could feel the desire swelling inside her.
The women laughed.
“It’s okay. That’s why we always come to visit the new brides. To let them know what they’re feeling is normal,” Emma said. “Our community is small, but we all look out for one another.”
The women smiled at each other.
“And when Baby Craghead is born, we will all be there to help with the delivery. Our children are our future and we’ll do whatever we can to help you settle in,” Ann said.
Rachel glanced around at the house. “Your men did a great job building this home.”
“Yes,” Georgia said. “Now Martin is teaching me how to cook. I’ve never cooked before.”
“Was that Virgil Bartlett in front of your house the other day screaming for you?” Rachel asked. “That man is pure evil.”
With a sigh, Georgia shook her head. “My father arranged a marriage for me to him and my mother is the one who contacted Daniel and Martin. She knew about the ways of Bridgewater, but still believed I’d be happier here. And she was right.”
The baby started to fuss and Emma stood. “Ladies, it’s getting late. I need to get home. But please, Georgia, come and visit us. We’d love to get to know you more.”
The other ladies rose from the horsehair couch as she walked them to the door. “Thank you so much for stopping by. And for all the food. I’m so thrilled to be here and I can’t wait to get to know you better.”
Rachel reached out and patted her on the arm. “It’s always great to have another woman here. Let’s get together over coffee soon.”
“Yes,” Georgia said as the women settled in a one-horse cart and rode toward the main area of town.
Just then a man rode up on horseback.
“Is this the home of Daniel Hamilton?”
“Yes,” she said, wishing that Martin would return. It was one thing for the women to be here, but she would not be alone in the house with a man she didn’t know.
The women had halted on the road and were glancing back at her.
“Who are you,” the man demanded.
“I’m his wife,” she said.
“You’re lying,” the man said. “My son is not married.”
This was Daniel’s father. And already she didn’t like the man. He seemed arrogant and demanding. “We were married a week ago.”
She turned and walked into the house, not bothering to welcome him in. She didn’t know if he was truly Daniel’s father or a stranger pretending to be. As she closed the door, she saw the women talking amongst themselves.
They would sound the alert. After Mr. Bartlett’s interruption in their lives, she knew enough about Bridgewater to know that men would be arriving soon. And a sense of relief overcame her as she locked the door.
