Chapter 22

I awoke to being ridden ... by Anne. I was in no small amount of shock, of course. She had made a point of telling me that she had to swear me off and be faithful to Samuel, yet here she was, fucking me in the wee hours of the morning ... where, exactly? I looked around in the darkness as my eyes adjusted to it. That was when I realized that he was behind her, Samuel was, pounding her ass as she rode my dick with her pussy.

What in the blazes of Hell? What happened to his jealousy? What happened to him insisting that she be faithful to him? This was enough to make my head spin, of course, but here it was, in plain view, clear evidence that Anne had somehow found a chink in Samuel’s moral armor again. Then again, she had seduced him, with no real resistance on his part despite his own principles and values, into cheating on Ravneet. Clearly, she had some kind of power over Samuel, but it wasn’t as if she held a gun to his head. He wasn’t an innocent victim in this matter, this affair, was he now?

“Holy ... smokes!” I groaned, just as Anne creamed herself on my cock and Samuel’s, causing both of us to cum inside her in short order.

We clearly needed to talk, but with work hours coming early, would we even have the time for that? Maybe, maybe not, but my money was on the latter right now. There was still far too much of a workload. The only reason why we even had any time at all, even as officers, for this, was due to the end of the Battle of Winston-Salem and the surrender of the Klan.

“We need to talk,” Anne dared to speak the dreaded words that men have long since learned has a menacing subtext.

“So it seems. Whatever happened to Samuel being jealous and you having to choose, because he never had anyone but Ravneet and you? You know, how he didn’t have any other options, just you. That kind of thing. The insecurity, the jealousy, all that talk. I don’t mind. Trust me. This is a very pleasant surprise, but it is a surprise nonetheless, given all that free talk of the need for fidelity and how that one devil’s threesome was basically a hall pass event for one night,” I made my astonishment crystal clear now, not that I minded.

It was just a bit of a dizzying turnaround of events, at least having reconciled myself to the grim necessity of giving up my affair with my superior. It was inappropriate and very likely would be banned in time, once the Militia got around to writing down such regulations. In any case, it was high time to sort out this confusion, wasn’t it?

“Ah, yes ... look, I do not know if I can ... stomach her having affairs on a regular basis. I do not know what the future holds with that kind of scene. I can only deal with the present situation. And the fact of the matter is that ... well, I enjoyed the devil’s threesome. It has proved to be not a threat at all, or at least not threatening to me. I expected otherwise, prior to it. But now that it has happened, well, this was my idea, not hers.

“In a nutshell, I am giving Anne a wartime hall pass for ... an affair with you. Specifically you. If she fucks another man than you or me, that’s still cheating and I will be most displeased. But you and I ... we’ve already shared her, multiple times, especially with this devil’s threesome business. So ... you’re an exception, and at least for now, that’s all you are.

“You have my consent, yes, and my blessing, to take Anne to bed during this whole campaign. Then we’ll see what happens. I will still bed her myself, of course. I have ... no idea what else, if anything, we might do. I do not know if I have it in me to fool with other women. I know that I would really resent her with other men ... so far ... except with you. Somehow, with you, it’s fine with me. I trust you.