Maja is having none of it

No, Maja decided. She was not overthinking this. Her husband and his personal whore conspired to get her to accept the unacceptable. But she had seen through their little game and boy would she not accept it now. When the maid finished cleaning her buttocks, the older woman pulled down the hem of her now significantly ruffled dress.

"You are a good maid, Sara," Maja said, keeping her composure despite her swelling anger. "Now, I must have a conversation alone with my husband, so please leave us, if you would."

"I actually had an assignment to give her before she left," started Sigvard with the slightest wink, indicating he was not thinking of menial work.

"That can wait," decreed Maja, firmly and drily. "We’ll get back to you, Sara. Thank you."

The servant looked uncertainly at the farmer to obtain his assent; Sigvard hesitated for a moment, then caressed her cheek and nodded to indicate she could go. The girl politely curtsied and left without another word, closing the study’s door as she left. Maja waited a few moments to hear the faintest sound of the maid’s bare feet moving away from the room, then turned towards her husband, no longer able to contain her bottled-up anger.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?" she shouted at him.

"What’s the matter?" replied Sigvard, taken by surprise. "Don’t you like Sara?"

"Yes, I do, thank you very much," she retorted with a sarcastic tone. "But it’s not like I have a choice, now, do I? For all intents and purposes, you have made her your second wife!"

"Don’t be silly, Maja," he responded sternly. "You alone are my wife, you know that."

"Oh, really? And how often did you lay with her since your affair started?"

"Almost every day, but, darling, that’s exactly why I think we could – "

"Every day!" exclaimed Maja, then continuing into a bitter tirade. "In our own marital bed, am I right? And in the mornings when she served you your breakfast, are you going to tell me you that you both didn’t share little knowing smiles, that you didn’t make flirty jokes or put a hand up her skirts? The only difference between that harlot and me is that you didn’t lead her to the altar, not that you seem to care about the vows you made at our wedding!"

"Why are you making a big deal out of this?" he said, throwing his hands up, increasingly annoyed as well. "You are here now, and we can enjoy the benefits of a renewed married life, is that not all that matters?"

"Silly me, why am I bothered?" she answered ironically before blowing up again. "Maybe because my trip turned into a monthlong trudge of self-denial proving my devotion to you, while you did nothing but play with your slut! And on my return you had the gall not to beg for my forgiveness, but to manipulate me by pretending to be angry and –"

"I did not pretend," interrupted Sigvard, raising his own voice now. "I am angry at what you – "

"Not as much as I am!" she drowned him out, furious and screaming at the top of her lungs now. "You fucking cheated on me, you bastard!"

"Fine! Fine, I am sorry," he conceded, clearly trying to turn things down a notch. "I should not have laid with Sara without your permission, that was wrong, and I ask you to forgive me. Is that what you wanted me to say?"

"I want much more than this," her voice lowering from its peak but now icy cold. "If I demand that you to cast her out, will you do it?"

"Oh, come on," he replied, irked. "That would be unnecessarily cruel, and you know it. I’m sure we could find a sensible compromise."

"There is only one alternative, and it is to accept my terms exactly. Anything less, any more lies, and I will reveal your misconduct to the entire village before going back to Stockholm to become Patrik Stark’s mistress! And I won’t come back."

"Alright," he sighed. "What are your terms?"

"You will treat me as your one true lover and reserve most of your lust for me. You can keep having sex with Sara, but at most once every two weeks, and only with me. If I ever say that I’m not feeling well enough for it, then nothing happens with her either. And you can’t spend any time anywhere alone in her company. If there’s something to discuss with the maids, I’ll do it, as your wife and housekeeper."

"That’s harsh," he said after mulling over her proposition for a while, "but not unreasonable. I could live with that. I warn you however, I won’t spare you on our nights alone. You’ll taste firsthand the punishments that made Sara squeal and beg, and I’ll break you just as easily."

Sigvard declared this in a threatening tone but with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. This promise of wickedness rekindled the embers of Maja’s depleted desire and sent the tiniest of tickles in her crotch. She was relieved that their argument seemed to be over and that they were again united as husband and wife.

"Good, I’m counting on it," she said with a provocative smile. "But there’s something else. What was the assignment you wanted to give to Sara?"

"Oh, never mind that, honey. It’s nothing you’d approve, so it won’t happen, don’t worry."

"It wouldn’t have anything to do with the adorable angel you acquired during my absence, would it?" she queried with a raised eyebrow.

"Who? Lisa?"

"Ah yes, that’s her name. She welcomed me in, but I didn’t take the time to chat. Why do we have a new maid anyway?"

"She’s the daughter of an old friend who recently moved to America. He couldn’t afford to take the whole family with him, so I offered her a job here."

"That’s kind of you. And what did you plan to do with her?"

"What do you mean?" he answered, his feigned innocence almost convincing. "I guess, to let her work and stay here, nothing special."

Maja stepped right in front of her husband and started caressing his strong shoulders, with her hands moving progressively lower.

"Oh, really?" she asked in a naive, seductive tone. "It’s plain as day that she’s even prettier than Sara, so don’t you want to fuck her tight, hungry, virgin pussy?"

As she emphasized her last words, she slipped one hand inside of her husband’s pants and stroked his penis. Before Sigvard could gently but firmly push her away, she felt him clearly stiffen, more than the light stimulation alone could justify. She knew it.

"Okay, my love, I did," he admitted. "I had Sara touch her at night, just to see if she would be open to that sort of – "

"To corrupt her, you mean," she interrupted him flatly.

"Anyway, nothing untoward occurred and never will. Unless you…"

"No, I won’t let you take on another lover," she picked up as he had trailed off. "In fact, I want to make sure nothing happens."

"You have my solemn promise, darling."

"That’s not enough. I actually bought a chastity belt for myself in Stockholm, to stay faithful to you. I didn’t need it, in the end, but it’s still in my luggage. I want the new maid to wear it, and I’ll keep the key."

"You… What?" he began, befuddled. "No! That’s a preposterous idea! Lisa is a sweet, innocent girl, who wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me."

"Well, that’s what we’ll determine, shall we? You’ll call Sara back in here, tell her that the assignment is to offer Lisa to follow her to our room tonight, without doing or saying anything else. There, I’ll ask the little angel a few questions to determine just how innocent she truly is."

"That’s ridiculous. It’s such an unnecessary, convoluted setup, when you could instead simply trust – "

"Humor me, my love," she persisted. "If Lisa refuses to follow Sara because she sees it as inappropriate to come to our room at night, fine, she doesn’t have to wear the belt. If she comes and tells us she has no lewd intentions, fine also. However, if she admits to being a little slut who wants to fuck you, she is definitely wearing it."

"There’s no way I’m going to **** her to," Sigvard decreed, resolute. "She might be our maid, but we have no right to impose that."

"That’s true," his wife replied, "So there are only three options if we get to that point: she willingly wears the belt, she’s fired and she leaves, or I go away to Stockholm forever. Final offer."

"My God, I married such a jealous schemer," the farmer commented in a low, resigned voice.

Maja felt the wonderful rush of victory. Her husband hadn’t yet said yes, but he had stopped saying no, so she knew they would ultimately go forward with her plan. She lifted herself on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips, then hugged him, pressing her cheek to his chest.

"So jealous that I’m letting you keep your lover inside our very home," she purred. "I love you, and I know you love me just as I am. Now, I’m going to spend the entire day in your company! That way, I’ll tell you all about my trip, you’ll give me the news on the farm, and I’ll make sure you can’t secretly warn our maids to foil my plan. Isn’t that great?"