From: Blue Panther Sent: Monday, July 28, 2014 8:20 AM To: CherokeeChat ; Dan Perry Subject: Iktome Sleeps With His Wife By Mistake – Lakota Iktome Sleeps With His Wife By Mistake – Lakota Iktome was dissatisfied. He was restless. Looking at his wife, he thought. "This woman has become old. She has become ugly. Her face is wrinkled. Her breasts are sagging. She's all dried up. It's no fun sleeping with a woman like that. I must have a young, pretty girl. I must have a young girl soon." His wife was looking at him. She knew him well, and she knew that look on his face. She said to herself: "That no-good husband of mine! He's thinking of some young, nice-looking winchinchala, not of giving me a little pleasure. I'll fix him!" "Well, I'll go out now," said Iktome. "I have things to do." "I bet," said his wife. Iktome was looking for a young girl to seduce. He saw one he liked, young and handsome, with laughing eyes, a laughing mouth, and clear smooth skin. She wore a fine white doeskin outfit with little bells attached to it, so that she made a pleasing sound when she moved. "This is the one," thought Iktome, "the one I shall sleep with tonight." He went up to the girl and said, "Pretty young winchinchala, is this your tipi you are standing in front of?" The girl just laughed. "I have many pretty things I could give you." The girl just laughed. "Tonight after everybody has gone to sleep, I'll creep into your tipi. You be on the left side of the door." The girl just laughed. "I am a great lover," boasted Iktome. "You have no idea of the pleasures that await you." The girl just laughed. She did not take Iktome seriously, he was so comical. But Ikgome took her laughter for assent. "Well, I'll go now. Tonight I'll make love to you. Don't forget-at the left side of the door." >From her tipi Iktome's wife had watched it all. After Iktome was gone, the wife went up to the girl. "Winchinchala," she said, "has that no-good man asked you to sleep with him tonight?" "Yes," said the girl and laughed. "I knew it. In this tipi here?" "Yes, in this tipi." "Where do you sleep?" "He told me to sleep on the left side, close to the door." "Winchinchala, let's you and me change places with each other. Let's exchange clothes." "What will you give me?" asked the girl. "Why, this nice choker of red and blue beads." "And what else?" "These fine, big hair strings made of rare dentalium shells." "Oh my, these are pretty! All right, let's change places tonight." So the winchinchala put on Iktome's wife's clothes and went into his tipi to sleep, while Iktome's wife took her place. That night after everyone had gone to sleep, Iktome crept into the pretty girl's tipi. At the left side he heard a woman stir, heard a slight tinkling of bells. He crept over there. "Oh pretty girl," he whispered, "It's me your lover Iktome." There was giggling in the dark. "Oh pretty one, how fresh your mouth tastes, not like the mouth of my aged wife." There was more giggling. "Ah how nice it is to fondle a firm young breast, not a sagging one like my wife's" There was more giggling. "Oh pretty young one! How full of fire you are! How ardently you make love, not just lying there like dead, like my old woman does it." There was more giggling. "Oh how pleasingly moist, how wet, how juicy this is! Not dry like my wife's" There was more giggling and squirming. "Ah! Aaaah! Oh! Oooooh!" More giggling and squirming. "Well, this was certainly enjoyable. Oh my! Yes, this was fun. Well, I must go now. Maybe pretty soon we'll do this again." There was a last giggle. "I wonder whether this winchinchala ever opens her mouth except to giggle," thought Iktome. He was panting. He went home very slowly because the woman he had slept with had tired him out. By the time he got to his tipi, his wife and the pretty girl already exchanged places again. They were now where they belonged. Iktome lay down beside his wife and fell asleep. In the morning when he awoke, his wife was already up and about. "Old Woman," he said. "I'm hungry. Give me something good to eat." "I'll give you something," said his wife and hit him hard with her turnip digger. "Stop! Stop! You crazy woman! What are you doing?" "So my mouth isn't fresh!" and she hit him again. "Oh, Oh, Oh Have pity on me!" "So my skin is wrinkled!" She was beating him all over. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't do that. It hurts, stop!" "So my breasts are sagging!" The blows were coming thick and fast. "Oh! Oh! You're killing me!" "So I'm not a hot one, you say. I just lie there like dead!" and she hit him a real good one. "Oh, you're killing me!" "So I'm all dried up, I'm not pleasingly moist!" she was hitting Iktome harder than ever. "Have pity! I'll never sleep with anyone but you!" "Liar," she said and kept on whacking him. Iktome managed at last to crawl out of the tupi and get away from her. He was running, afraid his wife would catch up with him. A long way off he stopped, hurting so much all over that he could hardly move. His mind was hurt too.