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 Take My Wife, Please, Pt.  10 By Alden Bradley
   "What would it take?" Larry was asking my husband, Steven.  "Six, maybe
seven hours?"
   The heat of the day and brilliant sun had driven us to close up our
circle under the shade of the umbrella table on our deck.  The six of us
sat in a rough circle just relaxing and sipping our cooling marguerites.
   "Its three hundred miles or so," Steven answered, "so, seven hours in a
land yacht."
   "You're not serious," I opined toward Larry.
   His face broke into a huge grin.  "Why not?" he said.  "That way this
party doesn't have to end just because Steven has to go to Omaha."
   "I'd love to go with you," Taylor said, "but Jerry really has to be at
work tomorrow."
   "That's true," Jerry agreed.  "No way for me to get out of it.  They're
starting the installation of a new system.  All the gear is already on
site, and it is my system.  I've really got to be there."
   "That is a damned shame," Dawn piped in.  "You two will surely be
missed. Won't they, Terri?"
   Dawn was picking on me and I knew it.  Jerry's attentions toward me in
our most recent episode of coupling had really gotten my juices flowing.  I
was looking forward to a repeat performance and Dawn knew it.
   "Wait a minute," Steven interrupted.  "We haven't all agreed to do
this."
   "Oh, hell, Steven," Dawn snapped.  "It's a simple road trip.  There's no
point in you going to Omaha alone.  Larry's got the RV.  The thing sleeps
twelve.  There's plenty of room for those of us who can go and enough time
to get there.  We've already decided."
   "That's right," Larry chimed in.  "To our first road trip, with
benefits," he raised his glass in a toast.  Even Jerry and Taylor touched
glasses with all of us.
   "How long will you be gone?" Jerry asked.
   "Just two or three days," Larry answered.  "We'll drive up, let Steven
seduce his customer and then take our time coming back."
   Jerry nodded.  "Well, I suppose I can do without her for a few days. 
I'd hate to deprive my wife of this opportunity.  Would you guys mind if
Taylor tagged along?"
   "You're kidding," Larry said.  "Hell, yes!  I mean, no.  I mean, we
don't mind."
   "You're tripping over your tongue, stud," Dawn snickered.
   "No, I just meant..." Larry tried again.
   "Shut up, Larry," I ordered him.  "Of course we don't mind," I said in
my most reasonable tone.  I smiled sweetly at my husband and shrugged. 
"Maybe she could help sell your client.  That is what this trip is all
about, isn't it?"
   He just shook his head.  "Sure," he said.  "Fine by me."
   "If it's going to make you uncomfortable, Steven," the lovely Taylor
offered.
   "No," Stephen said, interrupting her.  "I'm just disappointed Jerry can
go along."
   "Me, too," Jerry grinned at all of us, "but, since that's the case, take
my wife, please."
   "Do we have to give her back?" Larry asked, a big smile crossing his
face.
   "Unless you're ready to trade yours in," Jerry quipped back at him.
   Larry paused and looked up at the umbrella.  "Hmmm," he hummed.  "Let me
think."
   "Bite me," Dawn snapped at him.  "Nobody would tolerate your miserable
personality the way I do."
   "Who, me?" Larry gasped.  "Why I am the definition of refined, poised,
dignified and erudite."
   "Crude, lustful, anxious and horny is more like it," his wife told him.
   And that's how it was decided the five of us would make the road trip to
Omaha for Steven's business meeting.  Larry scuttled away to prep his RV
for the journey.  Dawn, Taylor and I adjourned to the kitchen to rustle up
the salad for dinner while Jerry and Steven did whatever they do in
preparation to grill steaks.
   "What's the big deal in Omaha?" Dawn asked Taylor, chopping wildly at
some carrots.
   "The guy likes to feel important," Taylor told him.  "He's already
getting a twenty percent discount on the product he buys from us.  Our
boss, affectionately known as Moonbeam, wants Steven to personally visit
him, to show him how important he is, and to offer him another five percent
off the price."
   "Moonbeam," Dawn giggled.  "Why Moonbeam."
   "He's got the roundest head you ever saw, and so bald it glows.  He's
also way into the PC thing, so he sounds mushy, like a ripe melon.  He's
soft and round, I guess, and so gentle as to be icky," Taylor explained.
   "What about Mr.  Omaha," Dawn asked.
   "He's the rugged individualist type.  Mid-forties.  Not bad looking. 
Tall, too.  I'd guess around six-two or three, maybe.  A man's man."
   "Oh," Dawn purred, "one of those.  Thinks he's God's gift to women."
   "Not exactly," Taylor said.  "He doesn't act like that in person.  But,
he knows he's our biggest buyer in the area and so he's looking to exploit
that.  He's always been very nice, courteous and respectful in person,
though.  At least, to me, he has."
   "Probably hoping to get in your knickers," Dawn told her.
   "Have you heard other women talk about him?" I wanted to know.
   "Never heard a discouraging word," Taylor said.  "And, he's never
approached me with any indication of carnal desire."
   "You suppose he's gay?" I posed.
   Taylor laughed.  "Charlie Elliot?  No, I don't think so."
   "Okay," Dawn chided her.  "You know something.  Spill the beans."
   The blonde looked her and grinned.  "Look, this is just rumor, okay?  I
don't have any evidence or firsthand knowledge.  But, the word is that
Charlie Elliot was feeling magnanimous on one of his trips down here a
couple of years ago.  He treated the entire shipping crew to a night out.
That crew included Melissa Harkins?" She looked to us in confirmation that
we knew the woman named.
   I shook my head.  Dawn said, "I don't know her."
   "Well," Taylor continued conspiratorially, "Melissa has a reputation, if
you know what I mean."
   "A slut," Dawn said.
   "Like us," I added.
   Taylor scowled and blew off my remark with a wave of her hand. 
"Anyway," she continued, "the word I got was that Melissa disappeared with
Charlie Elliot and stayed gone for three whole days."
   "So, they were getting it on," I said.  "No big deal."
   "Along with two of Melissa's hottest friends," Taylor concluded. 
"According to the story, which I heard from one of Melissa's buddies in
Accounting, she couldn't keep up with him so she brought along two pals to
help keep Charlie bedded for the three days."
   "Huh," Dawn mused.
   "So, he's not gay," I said.
   "I would say not," Taylor agreed.
   "Not if he likes to fuck like that," Dawn said, a grin tickling the
edges of her mouth.
   "For Pete's sake, Dawn," I groused, trying to sound outraged.  "You're
not already thinking about getting laid again, are you?"
   "Every eight seconds," Dawn laughed aloud, "unless I'm in the act.  Then
I think about it constantly."
   "You are an incomprehensible slut," I announced.
   "Yes, my darling, and if you're honest," Dawn responded, "you'll admit
you are the same way.  You just try to hide your obsession with fucking
under your ladylike demeanor."
   I shook my head in amazement.
   "Fucking IS fun," Taylor agreed.
   "And so is sucking cock and getting ate," Dawn chimed in.
   "Now that, I can testify to," I giggled.
   "And, the more you do it, the happier you are," my dark-haired neighbor
said with finality.
   There was silence except for the sound of our chopping through the
various vegetables as we considered Dawn's latest proclamation.
   "Those are three really good guys out there," Taylor finally said,
breaking the silence.
   "What's your point?" I asked.
   "Just an observation," Taylor replied.  "It's pretty unusual to find one
guy who can control the testosterone, you know.  Here we've got three guys
together who can keep their male egos under control."
   "We've got them well trained," Dawn said.
   "I don't see why they should get all uppity," I commented.  "If they
don't play nice then they don't get any pussy.  And they damned sure won't
get any strange."
   "We've got `em by the balls," Dawn agreed, "literally."
   "And, we reap the benefits," Taylor reminded us.
   "So do they," I told her.
   The last couple of days had allowed me to see a side of myself that had
been suppressed.  It wasn't adult or correct to be so consumed by the
desire or delight for sex, I had believed.  What I had awakened to was my
own carnal desire and that of the two women with me.  That awareness gave
me a sense of power.  I began to see how women had exercised their control
over the world through the power of sex.  It made me smile.
   I had always enjoyed sex with Stephen.  What I learned over the last
couple of days was that sex was a wonderful experience and that it didn't
make much difference who provided the stimulation.  There were differences,
of course.  Larry's technique was different from Stephen, and Jeremy's was
a new and exciting change from both Larry and Stephen.  I also learned that
I was aroused by the twin activities of exhibition and voyeurism.  I
considered them twin activities because they both involved the action of
watching or being watched.  Knowing that my loving husband was standing by
and watching me aroused, enthralled and driven to distraction by the sexual
activities of his wife made me crazed with desire.  At the same time I
found that his involvement with Dawn and Taylor stimulated me more than I
could have ever imagined.  I could nearly feel his tongue as he licked
Taylor's labial folds.  My own cunt pulsed when I watched him pound himself
home into the dark-haired Dawn, hearing her moan with ecstasy as my
husband's thrusts plunged her on toward her release.  I was a sopping mess
as my pussy oozed lubricating fluids watching and vicariously feeling the
soft skin and hard underpinnings of his cock while he drove himself into my
friend as she swore and begged him to bring her to her climax.
   Watching was fun, I admitted, but it was even more fun to be watched. 
Before this weekend I would have probably been embarrassed at the thought
of somebody observing this most primal of all acts.  Yet, my experience had
taught me that I enjoyed the idea of being the center of attention.  Again,
I smiled.  It was an epiphany for me.  The knowing would make it simpler
for me in the future.  I could and would allow the vocalizations I had
always suppressed to have free reign from now on.  I was capable and
enthusiastic about drawing attention to my stimulation.  Yes, I decided. 
No more shrinking violet.  There was nothing wrong in the enjoyment of
sexual stimulation and I would be open about it from this time forward. 
This was my body.  I liked the way it felt.  Bring it on!
   Taylor, it turned out, was the practical one among us.  She took charge
of organizing our little party after dinner and sorting out the details for
the next day's road trip to Omaha.
   "I've got to have something to wear on the trip," she said, "so I've got
to go to the house and pack some things."
   We all nodded.
   "Jeremy has to go to work in the morning," she continued, "so it only
makes sense for him to go with me."
   Stephen looked crestfallen.
   "Look," I chimed in, "I've already promised to spend the night with
Larry."
   "That's right," he said.  "We had an agreement."
   "So, let's send Dawn home with Jeremy," I suggested.  "Taylor," I turned
to the blonde, "we can stop by your place in the morning.  We'll pick up
Dawn and let you get some things for the trip.  That way, Stephen spends
the night with Taylor, Dawn stays with Jeremy, and Larry and I can occupy
the guest bedroom."
   "Is that all right with you?" Taylor asked Jeremy.
   "Sure," he said, grinning at Dawn.  "But, I do have to get some sleep."
   "Don't worry, baby," Dawn smiled at him.  "I won't keep you up ALL
night. I'll just wake you up if I get horny."
   "You'll be up all night," Stephen chided Jeremy.
   "I'll chance it," Jeremy grinned at him.  "All this okay with you,
Larry?" he asked.
   "Sure," Larry said.  "Take my wife, please!"
   Dawn and Jeremy dressed and left shortly thereafter.  We all kidded them
about sleeping in separate rooms and keeping their hands to themselves and
promised to be there close to ten the next morning.  I told Dawn I'd bring
her something to wear for the trip.
   "That's all right," she said, gaily waving.  "We're going shopping when
we get there.  I'll just wear what I've got on."
   We closed the door behind them and went back to the den.
   "What now?" Larry asked, checking the clock.  It was just before nine.
   "I'm going to have another drink," I announced.  Turning to Taylor, I
asked if she wanted one as well.
   "Sure," she said.  "One more before turning in."
   "I'll have another, too," Larry said.
   "Well, I'm for bed," Stephen said.  "For some reason, I'm exhausted." He
walked from the room toward the master bedroom.
   "I do believe my husband has screwed himself into the ground," I
chortled.
   "Oh, I hope not," Taylor whispered.  "You know, Stephen and I haven't
done it yet."
   "That's right, isn't it?" I nodded.  "Well, not to worry.  I'm sure we
can rouse him."
   We sat chatting for close to an hour.  We watched the first ten minutes
of the local news.  More heat for the next few days.  Then we started
making motions toward turning in.
   "Larry," I ordered him, "you go ahead.  Take a shower, brush your teeth,
whatever.  Taylor and I have something we have to do."
   The blonde cracked an eyebrow toward me.
   When Larry left, I collected the glasses and signaled Taylor to
accompany me to the kitchen.
   "When you guys arrived this afternoon I made Stephen a promise.  That
was before I had my epiphany.  Anyway, I told him that if the two of you
got together I would certainly fuck your husband.  He bet me I'd do him
before the two of you hooked up.  So, I told him that I'd help him do you
if that happened.  Do you mind?"
   Taylor giggled.  "No.  That's fine.  What do you have in mind?"
   "Let's just play it by ear," I suggested.
   We carefully padded into the master bedroom.  Stephen lay on the bed,
sprawled on his back.  He was, of course, naked.  His cock was flaccid and
lay across his thigh.
   "You know," Taylor whispered, "that's been out there all afternoon.  I
really hadn't noticed until now what a lovely cock it is."
   "It's all yours for tonight," I told her. Taylor took my husband's heavy
meat in her small hand.  She smiled at me and gave it a tentative lick, her
tongue glistening the half-light of the bedroom.  I nodded and smiled at
her, then leaned over my husband's head.
   "Stephen," I called softly to his ear.  "Sweetie.  I just love how your
cock looks and tastes tonight.  Do you mind?"
   Stephen grunted a little and tossed his head one time.  "Mmmmm," I
hummed to him.  "Such a lovely cock.  We like it.  Can we suck on it a
little?"
   Taylor's eyes shone brightly.  Very gently she slipped the head between
her lips.
   "Oooo!" I whispered into Stephen's ear.  "What a nice cock."
   "Hmmph," Stephen grumbled.  His arms swam across the sheets a bit in his
sleep.
   "I'll bet you'd like Taylor to suck you like that, wouldn't you,
darling?" I whispered to my husband.  I watched his face carefully.  A
small smile crossed his lips.  I licked at his ear.
   "Can you hear me, sweetheart?" I whispered.
   "Hmmmm," he hummed softly.
   "I want you to hear me," I said, a little louder.
   "Okay," he mumbled.
   "So you can hear me?" I said softly.
   "Yeah," he said.  "I hear."
   "Can you feel a mouth on your cock, too?"
   "Hmmm," he hummed, smiling.
   Taylor had continued to slide her lips along the length of Stephen's
growing member.  She held it gently in one hand as her lips surrounded it
and her tongue worked along the smooth skin of its surface.
   "How can you hear me if I'm sucking your cock?" I whispered to Stephen.
   His eyes shot open.  "What?" he said.
   "It's okay, baby," I whispered, my hands holding his head gently. 
"Taylor has your cock.  Does it feel good?" "Yes," he said, now more fully
awake.
   "Good," I answered him.  "She's going to suck you hard.  Then, I'm going
to help you get inside her, just like I promised.  You remember?"
   "I remember," he told me.  "Oh, mercy, that feels good."
   "I'm going to put you inside Taylor so you can fuck her, baby," I
whispered.  "Then I'm going into the guest room and fuck Larry.  Is that
okay with you?"
   "Yes," he moaned.  "Oh, that feels so nice!T"
   "Are you hard, yet?" I wanted to know.
   "Mmm-hmmm," he moaned.  "Yeah.  I think so."
   "Is he hard, Taylor?" I asked her.
   "He's coming along nicely," she said, pausing only a moment before
returning his swelling rod to her lips.
   "It's a nice cock, isn't it?" I asked.
   "Very nice," she agreed.  "Among the best."
   "I know," I said.  "Let me help get it inside you."
   Taylor released Stephen's cock.  It stayed erect as she straddled his
hips.  I grabbed it and pointed it toward the slick hole between her
thighs. I held it tightly as Taylor slid herself down on the rod.  I could
feel the heat of her slipping downward on him.  She moaned as his cock
penetrated her.  I let go and she impaled herself completely.
   "Take good care of him," I told her.  I patted her shoulder lightly. 
"And you," I directed toward my husband, "enjoy one of the finest pieces of
ass you're ever going to experience."
   "Thank you," Taylor said.  "Thank you for sharing your husband with me."
   
  
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