On one sunny day, Bessie Sue found herself not in the mood to cook. So that the couple didn’t starve, they decided to go into town to eat at Daisy’s for dinner. That was when everything started to become not-so-ordinary.That evening, Bessie Sue was out of her usual plaid shirt and pants and was now wearing a simple light green dress, and her wavy blond hair was done in a single low bun. Hoss never minded her wearing pants. Somehow though, whenever she did the rare occasion of wearing a dress, it only made their moments more special, and he was beginning to like that.At their request, Hoss and Bessie Sue sat in the back corner of the restaurant where they would sweet talk to each other, their voices low enough so that no one patrons there would hear them, with the exception of their stiffened laughter. Their talk only made them want each other more, and they couldn’t wait to get back to the house.

Of course, first thing was first… they had to eat their meal if they were going to keep their strength up tonight. After eating some steaks with mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, corn on the cob, and a slice of chocolate cake for dessert, their paid for their meal and began heading over to the livery stable to retrieve their horses.

The sun had already set for the evening, and many of Virginia City’s citizens were now home. The handful who were still up were either going home from work, or were heading off to one of the saloons.

When they reached the stable, Hoss wasn’t surprised to see Pete, the livery man, sleeping amongst some hay outside the doors, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in hand. It was a usual occurrence, and since Hoss had already paid the man when they first arrived, he and Bessie Sue quietly walked in.

Some of the oil lamps were still lit in the large stable… so it almost caught Hoss by surprise when he saw a stagecoach in the middle of the room. It hadn’t been there when they first arrived here.

Not thinking any more of it, Hoss headed over to the stall where his horse was. “The sooner we get home honey, the sooner we’ll enjoy our evening,” he said with a big grin on his face.

To his surprise, Bessie Sue grabbed his arm. “Wait a minute, Hoss,” she began to say. “Maybe we shouldn’t rush home right away.”

Hoss’ blue eyes widened in surprise as he quickly turned his head to his wife. This was the first time since they got married that Bessie Sue wasn’t in a rush to make love. “What do ya mean, darlin’?”

Bessie Sue looked up at him with a mischievous smile on her face. “Well Hoss… I was thinking, um, we could go for… a little ride.”

Confusion spread across Hoss’ face. “At this hour?”

Bessie Sue giggled a little. “Not that kind of ride, silly.” Her head tilted in a certain direction. Hoss followed it and realized that she was pointing at the stagecoach.

Her smile widened as Hoss finally began to realize what she had in mind. His eyes bigger than before, he turned his attention back to her. “Bessie Sue! You’re not thinkin what I think ya thinking, are ya?”

She gave him a teasing look. “Maybe.” With that, she began walking over to the empty stagecoach. Suddenly feeling dumbfounded, Hoss chased after her.

“But honey, don’t ya think we should go somewhere a little more… roomy?” Hoss tried to suggest.

Bessie Sue looked at him seductively. “I kind of like the idea of being enclosed… besides, I think it’ll bring us closer, if you know what I mean. Besides…” She began to snake her hands around Hoss’ shoulders and she raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. Don’t you agree?”

Hoss couldn’t help but smile at that. “I reckon I do.” He then got a little nervous. “Suppose someone hears us-”

“Old Pete out there is sleeping like a baby, and everyone else is either home or drunk at the saloons. Who’s going to hear us? Now help me up into the stage.”

Hoss relaxed a little, feeling that she was right. Besides, he always knew that once Bessie Sue had an idea in her head, there was no turning back. He always believed her whenever she said that she would skin him alive with a dull knife whenever he got her mad, and he was sure that’s what she would do if he didn’t get into that stagecoach with her right now.

Besides, he couldn’t deny the tight urge in his pants.

Quickly, he grabbed a clean blanket that was hanging over an empty stall before throwing it through one of the windows of the carriage. Then, he opened the door and began helping Bessie Sue up. Despite her tall height and toned body from years of ranch work, she was actually as light as a bag of feathers to him. Once she was in, he followed suit and closed the door behind them.

Neither one of them wasted any time as they gave in to their passion. It was mostly heavy breathing at first before the moans of ecstasy was heard, causing the few horses in the stable to stir. They quickly tore their clothes off from each other and tossed them away aimlessly. A couple of the clothes ended up in a hanging position over the stagecoach windows, where an arm or leg would pop out for a moment before pulling back inside.

Hoss eventually sat himself down on one of the seats as Bessie Sue kneeled herself on the floor in front of him. She smiled at him as she stroked his manhood before taking it into her warm mouth. Hoss grinned at the feeling and started to lean himself back… however, he ended up going too fast and smacked the back of his head harder than he should against the wall.

“Owe!” Hoss cried out as he began rubbing the pain.

Bessie Sue briefly removed his member from her mouth and looked up at him. “What happened?” she asked.

Hoss shook his head. It wasn’t the first time he hit his head during their lovemaking, but it still hurt. “I hit my head again. I dunno which was worse, that or hitting my head on the bedpost last night?”

“You poor thing,” his wife said sympathetically. “Here, let me make it all better.” With that, she resumed to the fellatio.

Leaning back more carefully, Hoss placed a hand on top of Bessie Sue’s head, which slowly moved up and down as she continued to pleasure him. He smiled as he felt her free hand starting to massage his scrotum.

“Oh darlin’, I love it when you do that,” Hoss moaned with pleasure.

This went on for a couple of more minutes before Hoss began to pull her up, wanting to prolong their lovemaking. “Come sit on my lap,” he said huskily.

Not waiting another second, Bessie Sue straddled herself on Hoss and impaled his manhood into her warm center. At the same second, Bessie Sue began to move, with Hoss grabbing on to her firm buttocks for support.

Their quick motion caused the stagecoach to creak loudly and rock back and forth. Hoss wondered at one point if the carriage would end up breaking, but the thought was quickly tossed aside as Bessie Sue let out another loud moan.

The wedded couple continued their rough lovemaking, their whoops, hollers, howls, and catcalls piercing the usually silent livery stable, scaring the horses more than once, but they surprisingly tried not to break down their stalls to escape. After what seemed like a long time, Bessie Sue leaned her head on his shoulder as she climaxed, letting out a loud cry of delight. Hoss soon followed after, spilling his seed into her.

Neither one of them ever heard the sliding door to the stable open.

Seconds later, they were still catching their breath when an unexpected voice called out. “What in tarnation is going on in here?!”

They both froze for a moment before they frantically grabbed for the blanket on the opposite seat. They barely managed to cover their naked forms before Roy Coffee peaked into the stagecoach.

The couples eyes were wide to where it looked as though they were ready to fall out of their sockets. As for Roy, the older man was about ready to faint from shock. He knew by the way they covered themselves with the blanket what they were up to, and it was the last thing the Sheriff expected when he came here.

“Hoss Cartwright…” he began to say. Truthfully, Roy wasn’t really sure how to comprehend this.

Hoss stuttered at his words. “Roy! It… it’s not what ya think!”

Roy could only nodded, his face still astonished. “Uh huh…” he uttered. “And here I thought I was walking into a murder scene. Old Pete here thought someone was getting killed and came runnin’ to me.”

The couple found themselves blushing, and Bessie Sue chuckled a little sheepishly. She always knew she was loud in the bedroom, but she never imagined that anyone would think she was getting murdered.

Hoss swallowed. “You won’t tell anyone, will ya?” Especially Pa, he ended up thinking.

“No, but look Hoss,” Roy began to say. “The next time you and your wife are in town to… do what you need to do… please do so more quietly, and someplace where no one will catch you. I’m surprised the whole town hasn’t come running out to see what was going on.”

Hoss was already imagining his face more red than a tomato at Roy’s words. And indeed he was thankful that only the Sheriff caught them. “Yes sir,” he finally said.

“Now get a move on and go home before the whole town finds out.” With that, Roy turned on his heel and headed out, hoping to forget what he just saw tonight.

After the couple got dressed (and cleaned up), they were barely out of the stagecoach when Bessie Sue spoke. “Remind me to ask Roy to borrow his handcuffs the next time we see him.” She gave him a mischievous grin.

Still feeling embarrassed at getting caught, Hoss could only give her a disconcerted look.

~The End~