Take My Wife, Please, Pt. 11

By Alden Bradley

 

The three of us looked hot.  There was no doubt.  After a round of boutique shopping, a visit to the hairdresser and nail shop, makeovers all around, each of us were stunning.  We admired each other and let the two husbands drool over us before we headed out to the appointed gathering spot for our dinner meet with Stephen’s client.

 

Dawn opted for an orange/red full length number with no back and a V-front that plunged almost to her navel.  As if that wasn’t enough, she’d had it altered so the floor length skirt had a slit from the bottom to her thigh.  Every time she moved, soft, café au lait flesh peeked from everywhere.  Her shoes matched the gown, with sharply pointed toes and heels that hiked her diminutive frame up about three inches.

 

Taylor chose white.  She looked like a blonde goddess, draped in her strapless gown with the shawl draped across her neck.  Like Dawn, Taylor had opted for a dangerously high slit in the skirt that showed off her well-formed right leg when she walked.

 

My teal gown had a similar slit in the skirt.  It had a deep V bodice that extended below my navel, clasped with a rhinestone accent just below the line of my breasts.  I’d never worn a dress that left me so exposed.  I could feel the cool air on my naked back.  Dawn touched the skin below my navel and smiled broadly at me.  “That’s hot,” was all she said.

 

We demanded the boys rent tuxes and hire out a limo for us.  Stephen groaned that his accounting department at work was not going to cover all these extravagant expenditures.

 

“Get what you can,” Dawn recommended, “and the rest is the price of some great memories.”

 

When we arrived in high style at the club for dinner, Charles Elliot was there to meet us.  Taylor was right about him.  He looked like a poster boy for Hollywood , handsome, rugged, broad shoulders and narrow hips.  His smile was straight, white and infectious.  The redhead he had with him was both a surprise and stunning in her black sheathe, her upswept hair and what had to be four-inch come-fuck-me heels.

 

“Ladies, gentlemen!” he beamed.  “Welcome.  I’m so glad to see you.  This is a delight.”

 

He gave Taylor an odd look.  She stuck out a hand.

 

“ Taylor ,” she said.  “We’ve met at the company.”

 

“Of course, of course,” Charlie said, enclosing Taylor ’s hand in his two.  “I never forget a beautiful woman.”

 

He turned slightly toward the redhead and beamed, brilliantly.  “And, this is my wife, Belinda.”

 

In spite of the shock we made the round of introductions.  As earlier agreed, Stephen told Charlie that Taylor was Larry’s wife, and Dawn was his wife.

 

“And I,” I said, smiling at the handsome host, “am Terri .   I was supposed to be your date for the evening.”

 

“My dear, it is a pleasure.”

 

“I don’t see any reason to upset the plans,” Belinda said.  She turned slightly toward Larry and Stephen, “as long as one of you gentlemen doesn’t mind doing double duty?”  Her eyes fixed on Stephen.

 

“Uh, no,” he stammered.  “Don’t mind at all.”

 

“And your, uh, wife, is it?” Belinda said, her voice like a velvet bell.

 

“We certainly hope so,” Dawn quipped, “or somebody’s going to jail!”

 

There was no shortage of admirers as we made our way through the dining room under the guidance of the maitre d’.  A noticeable hush fell over the room as we strutted our stuff across the room.

 

“Gentlemen,” Charlie said as we were seated at the round table, “we have the most elegant, beautiful and entrancing women in the joint, I think.  Agreed?”

 

“Sure are,” Larry said.  “They smell good, too.”

 

The men chuckled as Dawn’s eyes flashed.  “ Taylor ,” she snapped.  “See if you can get him under control, will you?”

 

Taylor leaned toward Larry and whispered in his ear.  He grinned, then nodded.  “Sorry,” he said.

 

 Later, when we took our mass powder room break, Taylor told us what she had threatened.

 

“I asked him if he wanted to have his dinner with a hard on.  I said if he didn’t straighten up, I’d feed it to him next to his potatoes au gratin,” she laughed.

 

Belinda was straightforward with us when we confessed we had all thought Charlie was single.  “Sixteen years of complete bliss,” she said.  “He denies me nothing and I do the same.  If Charlie wants it, he can have it.  He affords me the same opportunity.”

 

“So,” I said slowly, “if he wants, you know…

 

“Sex,” Dawn nearly shouted, “like with her.”

 

“I’m not threatened,” Belinda confessed.  “Charlie and I are open and above board.  If he wants to have sex with you, Terri, the only requirement is that you must agree, and I have to be aware.  Will there be a problem?”

 

“Actually,” Dawn said, “we kind of thought we’d seduce him tonight.  That’s before you arrived.”

 

“All of you?” Belinda queried, with a bit of amusement.

 

“That was the plan,” Dawn replied.

 

Belinda paused and looked at each of us in the mirror.  “I would not be surprised,” she finally said, “if everybody got laid tonight.  How’s that for a modification of the plan?”

 

Taylor breathed out a deep sigh of relief.  “I should have known,” she told us.

 

Dinner was no less than exquisite.  The service of the three waiters assigned to us was swift, unobtrusive and impeccable.  The wines were of the finest quality and the after-dinner brandy hit the spot.  I had a nice little buzz going.  So did the other girls.

 

“I couldn’t help but notice,” Charlie told me as we sipped our brandy, “that you are wearing wedding rings.  Should I assume you are married?”

 

I smiled at him as warmly as I was able.  “I am,” I confirmed.  “It will be six years this coming September.  How nice of you to notice.”

 

Charlie shook his head, slowly.  “It was not the act of altruism you presume.  In fact, I was hoping that we might spend some time together later.”

 

“What a coincidence,” I cooed.  “I was hoping the same thing.”

 

“Then, you are married, but, shall we say, available?” he asked.

 

I laughed.  “Dear Charlie,” I said, softly.  “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

 

“Where is your husband, then?” he asked.

 

“My darling husband is close at hand, but otherwise engaged.  He has given his approval for me to enjoy myself tonight.  When I said I am your date for the evening, I meant it in every sense of the word.”

 

Dinner was excellent and Charlie was funny and engaging.  I watched Stephen and Larry throughout the meal.  They were attentive to Dawn, Taylor and the stunning Belinda.  Stephen tried to avoid looking at me too intently.  I was sure he didn’t want to cue me to the fact that Belinda was a delectable distraction for him.

 

When we took our requisite nose-powdering break, I asked the other women how they thought I was doing as Charlie’s “date” for the evening.

 

“You’ve got him,” Dawn stated, as a matter of fact.  “Haven’t you noticed him drooling all over you?”

 

“He’s hasn’t drooled once,” I chuckled back.  “In fact, he’s been the perfect gentleman.”

 

“He is gorgeous, though, isn’t he?” Taylor asked.  “And, from what I’ve heard, he’s a terrific lover.”

 

“He is smitten, I guarantee it,” Belinda confirmed.  “And, he is a terrific lover.   You’ll thoroughly enjoy it.”

 

“Is Stephen taking good care of you?” I asked her.

 

“He is funny and engaging,” Belinda said.  “How long have you two been married?”

 

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

 

Belinda laughed softly.  “You’ve been watching him watch you, and he’s been avoiding your eyes all night.  Just something I pick up on.  So, where is Taylor ’s husband?”

 

“We had to leave him behind,” Taylor admitted.  “He just couldn’t get away from work.”

 

“Say,” Dawn interjected.  “We’re not going to get paired up for the night, are we?”

 

“I don’t see how,” Belinda answered.  “After all, there are four of us and only three of them.  Why?  Are you afraid of getting stuck with your own husband?”

 

“Nothing like that,” Dawn said.

 

“What’s the plan, then?” I queried.

 

“Well,” my Dawn started, “I thought we might invite them to get a room.  Then, when we’re ensconced, we’ll just seduce them.”

 

“What about your husband and mine?” I asked her.

 

“Tools,” Dawn said.  “When Charlie sees Taylor and Larry getting friendly, and I do the same with Stephen, he’ll get the idea.  You’ll have to play round heels for him, though.”

 

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” I laughed.  “I’ve gotten the reputation of being pretty easy this weekend.”

 

Dawn clucked.  “Not easy,” she said.  “Enthusiastic.  We’re counting on that.”

 

“Nonsense,” Belinda said sternly.  “You’ll all come to the house.  We’ve plenty of room and great ambience.”

 

Our best-laid plans were confirmed when we returned.  Apparently, the men had come up with the same idea.

 

“Charlie has asked us to his home,” Stephen ventured.

 

“Lovely!” Dawn said.  “I take it you have a decently stocked bar?”

 

Charlie laughed.  “There’s beer in the fridge, an automatic ice maker and bourbon, scotch, rye, gin, vodka with a variety of mixers in the bar.”

 

“No sherry?” Dawn quipped.

 

“There might be some in there somewhere.  I’ve also got a fair assortment of wines, if you choose.”

 

“Nope,” Dawn said.  “I want hard liquor.”

 

“ Taylor ?” Charlie asked. 

 

“I’m sure we’ll find something,” she looked at Larry.  “Right, darling?”

 

“Right,” Larry said, flustered at Taylor ’s calling him “darling”.

 

“And what about you, Terri?” Charlie asked me.

 

“ Rye and ginger ale?” I responded.

 

Charlie grinned, his bright, blue eyes gleaming.  “That I can handle.”

 

I’m quite sure I reddened at the thought of Charlie handling other parts, as well.

 

“Great!” Charlie said.  “I’ll have the car sent around and you can follow us to the house.”  He left the table to deal with the valet.

 

Charlie’s car turned out to be a large, white Mercedes.  “Oh, I’m riding in that,” Dawn said.

 

“Why don’t the three of us ride with Charlie,” Taylor suggested.  “The boys can bring the motor home.”

 

Stephen looked at Larry and grinned.  “Fine,” he said.

“And I’ll ride with the boys to make sure they don’t get lost,” Belinda said.

 

We made a little convoy with Charlie leading the way.  Taylor and Dawn sat in the rear of the Mercedes and I sat next to Charlie in the front.  We rode for about fifteen minutes and pulled up to a large, wrought-iron gate.

 

“Ooo!” Dawn exclaimed.  “A gated community!   I should have expected as much.”

 

“Actually,” Charlie announced, “it’s a gated estate.  This is my home.”

 

“Holy crap!” Dawn said in a low voice.

 

Charlie laughed.  “Now Dawn,” he said.  “Has anything happened that would indicate to you that I’m one of those snooty rich guys?”

 

“No,” Dawn had to admit.  “You’ve been a gracious host.”

 

“Exactly,” Charlie said.  “That’s my goal.  I’ve made three new friends, tonight.  I’ve known Stephen and Taylor here for a while.  I hope that you, Terri and Larry will join our group of friends.”

 

“I’m in,” Dawn said.

 

The house was spectacular.  We entered through a foyer of marble flanked by curving stairways.  We waited while the men and Belinda unloaded from the motor home and Charlie ushered us all into a living room.

 

“They call this a great room,” he said.  I use it more like an informal entertaining area.  There’s a plasma TV behind those doors,” he pointed to a dark wood cabinet, “and a killer stereo system.  The bar is over there,” he indicated the opposite end of the room, “and plenty of place to sit and relax.” 

 

There were four couches and several easy chairs placed throughout the room.  The lighting was indirect and set low.  The room had a warm and inviting appearance.

 

“Now,” Charlie asked his guests, “what can I get for everybody?  Belinda?  The usual?”

 

“Thank you, darling,” she said.

 

He took all our drink orders then asked us all to take seats in the room.  Taylor snuggled up next to Larry on one of the sofas.  Dawn walked around the room inspecting the various fixtures.  Belinda attached herself to Stephen.  I stayed at the bar as Charlie worked.

 

“I hope you won’t be tied up tending bar all night,” I remarked.

 

“Your wish is my command, my dear,” he said.  “I’ll be glad to let the others take a turn as necessary.”

 

Charlie delivered the round of drinks to everybody and announced we’d all be responsible for any refills we desired.  “There is a fascinating woman here that I’m anxious to get to know,” he said.  He turned his gaze on me and smiled.  My stomach did another flip.

 

He moved easily across the room, pushed a couple of buttons and soft music swelled gently in the night air.  “Good?” he asked.

 

“Perfect, of course,” I replied.

 

Belinda and Stephen took to the center of the floor in a swaying dance to the gently wafting music.  Dawn drifted to the bar as I sat sipping my cocktail and Charlie busied himself cleaning up after his drink service.  Taylor and Larry soon joined Belinda and Stephen as the three of us watched from the bar.  Belinda had Stephen’s tie off and was slowly working the buttons of his shirt when Charlie remarked, “It seems my wife has become attracted to Stephen.  Is this going to be a problem?”

 

“Not at all,” Dawn said.  “In fact, I was thinking you’d be in the same state of undress if I could get you out there.”

 

“But, Terri’s my date for the evening,” Charlie mugged.

 

“I hope that won’t get in the way of our friendship during the course of the evening,” Dawn smiled at him.  “Will it, honey?” she directed to me.

 

“I shouldn’t think so,” I said, screwing up some courage.  “I would, however, like the advantage of the first dance with our host.”

 

“Done,” Charlie said.  He swept out from behind the bar, offered his hand, and led me to the area that had apparently been designated the dance floor.  He closed me in a loose grasp and we began to move in time to the music.

 

I watched as Belinda, seemingly in a light trance, rubbed her hands across my Stephen’s chest.  I knew he’d be sporting and glorious hard by now, and it was only a matter of time before Belinda discovered his state of arousal.

 

Belinda murmured to him in a tone barely audible above the music.

 

“Do you know why I like to wear my hair up like this?”

 

Stephen hummed and shook his head, gently.

 

“It shows off my neck.  Do you like my neck?”

My husband grinned.  “It is lovely,” he said with certainty.

 

“I get very turned on when someone kisses my neck,” she murmured.  “Wouldn’t you like to see if you are the someone tonight?”

 

“Very much,” my husband said.

 

Belinda thrust her hips forward and tilted her head to the side.  “Be my guest,” she whispered.

 

Stephen lay a gentle string of kisses along the redhead’s neck, beginning under her ear and ending at the join between neck and shoulder.  Belinda shivered.

 

“Yes,” she hissed.  “You are the one.”

 

She shoved Stephen’s jacket off his shoulders and tugged at his suspenders.  She released the catch on the front of his trousers and pulled his shirttail free.  It took her a few seconds to unlatch the cuff links and push the shirt away from his lean, healthy body.  She tossed the shirt on top of his jacket on the nearest sofa.  She dropped into a squat and began to plant various seductive kisses across his abdomen.  Meanwhile, her hands were busy stroking his hardness through his trousers as she deftly released the catches and zipper.

 

“I can’t wait to get to this,” she whispered to him, reaching into his boxers and freeing his throbbing manhood from its entrapment there.

 

I was fascinated watching her lips surround his meat and suck it into her mouth.  Stephen groaned.

 

I realized I had gotten quite damp watching the hostess strip and seduce my husband.  I squeezed Charlie’s neck and held on.

 

“Want to know something?” I whispered to him, my own voice a strange, hoarse whisper that surprised me.

 

“Please,” Charlie answered.

 

“I want to do the same to you as your wife is doing to my husband.”

 

“But, what about your friend?”

 

“She can have you when I’m done with you.”