The Saloon Wife

The year was 1863 and not a good time to have to travel back east from Wyoming. But I had no choice but to go. My father was in jail in Boston and had been charged with treason. He had gotten cross ways of a Colonel that I had a history with a few years earlier. I had no idea if that had anything to do with the problems my father had with him. But I had proof that he was very corrupt and I needed to try to get my dad out of the mess he was in.

But I needed to be there to fix it. So I needed to go but could not take my wife out east with me. It just wasn't safe for her to travel with me. In fact it wasn't safe even for me to be going but I had no choice. I am a lawyer and my practice is in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My best friend runs a Saloon and I could think of no one else I would trust to keep Angie safe. Or as safe as I wanted her to be. He told me he could use a hand with keeping his hotel part of his business going.

Angie could run the front desk for him part time for something to do. Now Bradly did have 3 ladies who serviced customers upon request in his hotel and the Saloon. He also did a side business of hiding slaves who came from the slave States And he kept that on the low side as we did have a few who were on the side of the south and believed we all should own a few blacks.

Buck Bradly was a man of many means and south of town he owned a nice small farm back down a lane in an old oak grove where not many people ever ventured. And out there on this farm is where he hid his escaped slaves. It was a beautiful little place and he had these folks plant and take care of it. They grew most of what they needed to eat and enough to sell to make a good profit.

I had taken Angie to the hotel and left her and I boarded the train and headed east the next morning. As the train headed east that morning I knew my wife would be safe, but there were concerns leaving her with my friend. He had told me not to be gone overly long.

"I will tell you I will keep her safe, but i also can say that if tempted for long her sexual needs will put me to the test. I could use a pretty little whore out to the farm. My whores won't lay with the black bucks out there. And I need a woman who will."

"And you think my wife might?"

"I will keep Angie safe but give me a few months and I will corrupt her easily. She is a very caring loving person."

These are the things I had to think about as I was moving east on the train knowing my return could be as much as a year from now. And my friend warned me about what could happen with my wife? I knew she would be safe while I was away, but she also could be a whore by my return?

I was sure he really did plan on Angie becoming the sexual out let for the young men who had been breeders on the plantation farms. They had been used to breed the women there. It was rumored some of the white wives and daughters had even sampled the black breeder studs.

So a young white woman would satisfy their needs quite nicely. And he felt a young wife whose husband was to be gone for months and that she really for safety needed to be kept out of sight would be and could be protected best with the young breeders on his farm.

He had actually explained it all to me that is made perfect sense. And it had at the time. He had wanted me to encourage my wife to stay out on the farm and that being there for these young black men to help protect them from harm would be a very nice mission for her to do. He had already talked to Angie about working out in the fields with them and to do so in the simple garb their women wore which only consisted of a very short wrap around skirt and nothing else.

And just prior to leaving I had done so.

"But David won't that be sexually provocative to the workers?"

"Oh Angie a little stimulation sexually could be healthy for them. And showing off your beautiful breasts won't hurt a thing."

"But David they may desire me and try to have me lay with them?"

"That could be true my Love? I will be gone for several months and I can tell you it in no way will be fair to deprive you of your needs while I am gone. That could be a simple answer for them?"

"My God David are you giving me your blessing to let them lay with me while you are away?"

Buck had told me he wanted me to tell her to go ahead and do it. I had been disturbed by the idea, but not in the way I had expected. I realized I wanted her to do it. So I had said it.

"Yes Angie you do have my blessing to do so."

She was stunned. As I boarded the train that morning she hugged me and kissed me hard.

"Buck is taking me out to the farm this morning. He wants me in the field with them this afternoon. And to lodge in the barn with them tonight. So they will begin to lay with me tonight?"

"You are a beautiful woman Angie just enjoy being a woman."

She smiled and kissed me again as I moved up into the train. I could not believe I had just encouraged my wife to become a whore for a large group of black men. But I had. And by the kiss and the hard nipples she displayed when she had said she was to sleep there with them tonight that she had given herself up to the idea and was going to be doing so tonight.

The movement of the train had finally put me to sleep. I must have been very tired and when I woke from my sleep I glanced at my pocket watch. I could not believe the time. It was after 10pm and the time to worry about my wife being with the men on the farm was way passed. If she had decided to become what they wanted of her she had started doing it hours earlier. So it was passed the time to worry.

I had been in the east for several days when I got a telegraph message from Buck. It was brief and to the point.

"Thanks, David for giving Angie the encouragement that was needed. She is doing the job I desired of her and they are more than happy with things now. All twelve men are with her every day now. And she seems happy too. Angie is now sleeping down there in the buck barn with them and she belongs to them."

I had done this. I had actually encouraged my wife to become a whore for the breeding bucks out on Buck's farm. Several months passed and he kept me up to date with Angie taking care of things on his farm. Then I got news from him that the blacks had been moved farther up north to a safer place and Angie had ended her duties on the farm. He had moved her back up to his hotel.

As the War was rapidly coming to a close I began to make head way with my father's case. I got him out of jail and I brought charges against the man who was to blame for him going to jail. It was starting to come to an end. I had another mess to get out of now. My father's wife Virginia is some twenty years younger than him and I had been staying with her in their home while working to get him out of his mess.

Shortly after moving into his home, she had come to my room nude and we had been sleeping together every since. Virginia is a beautiful woman and honest in all things. So shortly after she'd come to me that very first time she had told him about us.

He had calmly told her he knew she needed taken care of while he was in jail and that it was me that did so. I also learned from her that not long after Angie and I were first married that my father had been with my wife several times.

As I prepared to return back out to Wyoming I got several telegrams from my friend Buck. Angie had moved back into the hotel and ran the front desk for him. But he soon needed help in his Saloon as one of his girls working there had gotten married. He had moved Angie into his bed and into his Saloon to help service his customers.

He told me it had only taken him two weeks before he had her dancing naked up n his small stage and going up with customers. He also ask if I could delay my return to Wyoming until he had found a replacement for Angie?

I sent a reply asking him how long he thought it might take to replace her. His return ask for six months. I gave him that and a bit more, but he still had her in his bed and I was shocked the first time I saw her nude on his stage. She looked even better than I could have thought. I loved seeing her up there on display and I was even more excited when she began going up the stairway to fuck his customers.

My wife had become such a wonderful, beautiful whore. So she became Buck's whore and my wife.