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 Take My Wife, Please, Pt.  2 By Alden Bradley
   It was all I could do to fend off Steven Friday night and all day
Saturday.
   "You're saving yourself for Dawn," I reminded him.
   "I don't need to save myself, Terri," he argued.  "There will be plenty
for Dawn."
   But, I was adamant.  "Remember," I told him, "you are the star
attraction.  The main reason this is happening is because Larry wants to
watch you with Dawn.  So, you need to be on your best behavior and loaded
for bear."
   What I hadn't told my loving husband was that I had already made a
decision.  The next time I got laid it would be Larry's cock sliding into
me.  Besides, I had already shaved everything off and didn't want Steven to
know until I surprised Larry and him Saturday night.
   I sent him shopping for drinks and snacks on Saturday while I tidied the
house.  Every once in a while I'd sneak a peek at the dress hanging in the
closet.  Each time I did, I felt a tingle as I thought what it would be
like with Larry up inside me.
   At about four-thirty Dawn showed up wearing what was, for her, a
conservative outfit.  She had on a cropped white T-shirt, no bra, of
course, and a pair of hip-huggers.  She told Steven he had to pack his
things up and go to her house.  He and Larry would see the pair of us in
about an hour when we were through primping and preparing.
   "How you holding up, girl?" she asked me when Steven had gathered his
clothes and toiletries and left.
   "I'm good," I said.
   "I'll bet your better than good.  I'll bet you're amazing!" she kidded.
   "Still a little nervous," I admitted.  "Butterflies."
   "I'll bet you haven't thought of anything else for the past two days."
   "You're right."
   "Honey, settle down.  We're going to get laid, is all.  It's natural. 
We do it all the time.  Just with different partners.  Do you remember
going out on a date in high school or college?  Didn't you ask yourself,
when you were getting ready, am I going to fuck this guy tonight or not?"
   "I never thought about it like that.  But, you're right, I guess.  That
thought did cross my mind."
   "Well," Dawn said, "the only difference is that tonight you know. 
Tonight, you are going to fuck that guy.  It just so happens he's my
husband.  But, hey!  I'm going to fuck yours, too.  So, it's a fair trade,
right?"
   I had to laugh at her simplification of the facts.  "You're right, Dawn.
That's one of the reasons I love you.  You've got this uncanny ability to
condense and issue down to its smallest elements and make it crystal
clear."
   "Let's not talk about Crystal tonight, hon," Dawn fumed.  "That slut has
had her eye on Larry since the Fourth of July party two years ago."
   Crystal was a neighbor, a 30-something single mom with a collection of
male friends parading through her place at all hours.  All the women in our
cul-de-sac kept a wary eye on Crystal lest she appropriate one of our men.
And, Crystal wasn't shy about trying, either.  Steven and I had joked about
me sending him to Crystal for a really good fuck, but we were afraid he
might catch something.
   "You know you're a hypocrite," I told my friend.  "Here you are, worried
about Larry fucking Crystal, and yet you're handing him over to me."
   "Oh, well, yeah!" Dawn laughed.  "But, I'm in control of that!"
   We showered, not together, fearing what flames might arise under the
spray, and began to dress and apply make-up for the evening.
   The boys were appropriately appreciative when we finally appeared at
Dawn's house.  The two of us were looking fine.  And, in spite of the
butterflies, I felt like a sex goddess.
   "There's my date for the evening," Larry said, holding his hands out for
mine as he approached.  "You are stunning!" He kissed me on the cheek.
   "Well, I guess I'm a ham sandwich," Dawn groused.
   "Not at all," Steven gushed.  "I'm simply speechless.  You look
amazing!"
   "My wife does look good enough to eat," Larry prompted.
   "Definitely good enough to eat," Stephen dutifully replied.
   "I'll have to take you up on that later," she smiled at him, stretching
up to kiss him right on the lips.  As that kiss lingered it made me feel
vaguely uncomfortable until I realized that this was all part of the game.
We were all going to get laid tonight.
   "Well, anyone for Taco Bell?" Larry joked, heading for the carport.
   "You son-of-a-bitch," Dawn snarled.  "You'd better be taking us to
Havenwood, at the very least!" Havenwood was the epitome of dining
excellence in our locale.
   "Yes, it's Havenwood," Larry laughed.  "The reservations are for four at
seven."
   "Isn't it a little early?" I asked.  "It's only quarter to six."
   "We could find someplace to park and do a little necking if you'd like,"
Larry suggested.
   "Hey, fuckhead," Dawn snapped.  "Drive the fucking car.  They won't mind
if we're a little early."
   Once again, Dawn was correct.  They didn't mind.  We were seated
immediately and treated to a marvelous dinner and selection of three kinds
of wine.  I actually started feeling a little tipsy.  We returned to the
car at about eight-thirty.
   "As the dirty driver," Larry announced when we'd loaded up, "I need to
know our next destination."
   Dawn leaned over and whispered something to Steven.  I saw him smile and
nod.
   "Home," Dawn directed, then looked at me.  "Home?" she asked.
   "Home," I said, the butterflies now roiling amongst the charcoal steak
and wine.
   "Home?" Larry asked.  "I though you girls wanted to go dancing or
something?"
   "Home, dumbass," Dawn snipped.  "Boy, you know it's a good thing you've
got that cock of yours and the cute way you've got of getting on and off.
Otherwise I'd have to dump you for stupid.  Don't you want me to get laid,
Larry?"
   "Sure, sure," Larry said, chuckling.  He turned toward me.  "The slut in
the backseat can't wait to get your husband's cock inside her."
   "That doesn't sound like a bad idea," I said, my voice barely above a
whisper.
   "Oh," Larry quipped as he started the car in motion, "so you want to get
your husband's cock in her, too?"
   I shrugged.  "It should be fun to watch, but I was thinking more along
the lines of getting her husband's cock inside me."
   "Home it is, then," Larry said with conviction.  "Best legal speed."
   He sounded like Captain Picard.  I giggled.
   Larry pulled up in front of our house.  "I'm just going to go park the
car and lock the place up.  No fair starting without me."
   I pushed myself toward him and kissed him on the cheek.  He smelled
wonderful!
   "Don't worry," I said.  "Nobody starts anything until your there, with
me."
   Steven and I went immediately to the kitchen for the snacks and wine. 
We left Dawn in the den searching though the special collection of videos.
   "Are you having fun?" Steven asked.
   "So far," I said.  "That didn't sound right, did it?  Of course I'm
having fun."
   "They're funny, aren't they?" he asked as he twisted the corkscrew in
the wine bottle.
   "She talks to him like a dog."
   "But, it's not serious, you know.  He gives it right back to her and
vice versa.  It's a special way they have of communicating.  If they can
call each other the most horrible names and they still know they're in
love, then there isn't much that can ever separate them."
   "What are you going to do if she starts in with you like that?"
   "I'm going to give it right back to her, the same way they do it."
   "But, you don't love her."
   Steven shrugged.
   "Do you?  Do you love her?" For the first time I felt a twinge of panic.
   "Certainly not in the way I love you, honey.  By the way, I've never
seen you looking so incredibly sexy and still have clothes on.  But, sure,
I love her, just like you do, or like you love Larry.  It's not like the
love you and I have together or that Dawn and Larry have in their marriage.
But, still, I guess you'd call it love."
   "We decided we're going to watch you two."
   "When did you decide that?" Steven asked.
   "It was sort of a mutual agreement.  I know he wants to.  So do I.  So,
we're going to watch first."
   "But, then you are going to...uh..." He looked at me with raised
eyebrows.
   "Fuck him?" I asked.  He nodded.  "Oh, yes!  A girl doesn't often get
strange cock with her husband's permission, you know.  I'm going to take
serious advantage of the opportunity."
   "Good," he said.  "That's real good."
   "Well, I'm glad you approve.  Like I'm going to let you get some strange
and not get any myself.  C'mon.  Let's take this shit in there and get the
show on the road.
   "One more thing, stud muffin.  No hemming and hawing, you know what I
mean?  No fucking around with should I or shouldn't I, okay?  We're past
that point.  We've already decided.  We're all here to get laid, so let's
get to it.  Okay?"
   "Yes, ma'am," he answered with a grin and a salute.
   Steven carried a glass of wine to Dawn, who had selected a video and was
standing in front of the TV watching two men attend to a slutty looking
blonde.
   Steven had her out of that red dress in about 30 seconds.  Dawn, who
wasn't, of course, wearing a bra or panties, stood naked in my den atop her
gold open-toed shoes, sipping her wine and watching the video while my
husband worshipped at the shrine of her body.
   Larry walked in from the rear entrance just as Steven dropped to his
knees.
   "Damn!" he said, softly.  "I thought they weren't going to start until I
got here."
   I patted the seat beside me and pointed to the wine glass on the coffee
table in front of us.  "I couldn't stop them.  He's so hot for her he just
couldn't wait."
   Steven was lapping away at Dawn's pubic area, sticking his tongue
between her labia and moaning.  Dawn took little sips of her wine and then
looked around vaguely for somewhere to set it.  Larry was on his feet in a
trice and collected the glass from her.  He returned to my side and set the
glass down.
   Dawn had put her hands on top of my husband's head and spread her legs
wider to give him better access to her treasures.  Steven licked and
sucked, moaning and rocking back and forth as he savored the essence of my
friend.
   "Oh, God!  Wait!" she yelled.  "Stop!"
   All of us froze.  Was the swaggering Dawn about to chicken out?
   "Not like this, baby," she whispered to Stephen.  "Take off your clothes
so I can play, too!"
   Steven was naked in less than a minute.  Dawn had him lie on the floor,
face up.  His growing cock flopped thickly to one side.  She straddled him,
kneeling above him, her hands and head over his member.  She slowly sank
her hips toward his face until he was once again able to plunge his tongue
into her labia.  Then she took that rubbery flesh in her hand and fed it
into her red, full lips.
   As Larry and I watched them sixty-nine, our hearts were pounding. 
Larry's hand rested on my left thigh, gently rubbing up and down.  He would
occasionally sip from his wine glass while he watched his wife devour my
husband's meat.
   I held my glass in both hands just barely able to see Dawn's hips rising
and falling quickly in response to the probing of my husband's tongue.  I
knew the feeling.  Steven had excellent technique.  He would plunge into
her, then rim her, then slickly stimulate her clitoris.  Around and around
he would go, never too hard, with just the right pressure until...
   "Oh, God!  Yes!" Dawn hollered.  "Yes, please, Steven, make me come!"
   She continued to pump his organ with her little hand, but her mouth was
occupied in moaning, straining and groaning as my husband drove her to her
first orgasm of the night.
   "Oh, Larry!" she yelled to him, looking at him with eyes that kept going
in and out of focus.  "Oh, Larry he's making me come.  Do you see him,
Baby? He's making your little slut come!"
   "I see him, darling," Larry replied, his voice husky.  "I see you
sucking his cock, and letting him eat you.  You are beautiful Dawn, and I
love you."
   That, apparently, was all Dawn needed.  Her facial features tightened
up, as did every muscle in her body.  She grunted madly as the wave of the
orgasm overcame her.  Then she appeared to almost explode with release.
   "Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck," she cried out.  "Coming, coming.  Fuck, oh
shit!"
   I was amazed at her enthusiasm and felt tremendously proud of my Steven.
I knew what he was capable of doing to me, and it was equally effective
with Dawn.  My heart swelled.  I loved him so very much.
   "Do you want to make a bet?" Larry whispered to me.
   "On what?"
   "What position do you think they'll use the first time?"
   I shrugged.  "I don't know."
   "First we have to settle on a wager.  What do you think is fair?"
   Again, I shrugged.
   "How about I bet you a toss on Wednesday next, against, say, I don't
know..."
   "Do my dishes."
   "What?"
   "If I win you come over and do my dishes on Wednesday.  If you win,
we'll fuck."
   "Are we going to tell them?"
   "Absolutely.  I'm not fucking you behind their backs.  Okay?  Ever."
   "Probably wise," he agreed.  "I think they'll do doggy style.  She's
already there."
   "Steven likes to be underneath.  He'll have her ride him."
   "Deal?"
   "Deal."
   "What if they do it both ways?" he asked.
   "There can only be one first time," I told him.
   Larry won the bet.
   Dawn crawled away from Steven, then looked back over her shoulder at
him. "Come on.  I want you inside me."
   "You have to turn sideways," Larry called, "so we can see."
   Steven climbed to his knees as Dawn twisted around.  He crawled up
behind her.
   "Go put it in for him," Larry whispered, nudging me.  "Quick."
   I went to where my husband was kneeling next to my best friend and
neighbor.  "Wait," I whispered as I knelt beside him.  I kissed him
sensuously on the lips.  Steven looked at me with a question on his mind.
   "Let me," I said.  Then I grabbed his hardened member, bent over and
gave it a warm and wet kiss on the tip.  I looked first at Steven and then
at Larry.  I pulled Steven toward Dawn then ran his cock through the
sopping moisture surrounding her opening.  I pulled him again, positioning
his meat at her opening, and encouraged him to push into her.  His hips
thrust forward and my hand followed his cock into Dawn, just brushing
against her labial opening.  Dawn, too, had shaved herself, I found.  Her
lips were smooth, wet and slick.  I released my husband's cock and let him
bury himself deep within her.  Then I kissed his lips again, stood up and
returned to my seat next to Larry.
   "Very nice," he whispered.  "Very hot and very nice."
   "You're going to have to fuck me soon," I whispered back.  "I almost
came when I felt her pussy lips against my hand while holding him inside
her."
   "Very soon," Larry whispered.  "Right after." He waved his hand
half-heartedly at the two bodies coupled on the floor of my den.
   "We could do the same," I encouraged him.  "Then you could watch her
while fucking me.  Can't we please do that.  I need to fuck.  I really do."
   I stood up and removed my dress.  My bare breasts perked immediately at
the cool air in the room.  I stepped out of my thong, presenting Larry with
my bare pussy.  He looked at me for an instant.
   "No proof you're a natural blonde," he joked, standing to remove his own
clothing.
   "You'll have to believe me.  You want these on or off," I said, waving
toward the thigh-highs and heels.
   "Leave them on, I think," he said, shucking his shoes and socks.  When
he slid his briefs down I was pleased to see he was hard, not immense, but
a pleasant, comfortable size.
   "I'm going to enjoy this," I told him.
   "Me, too," Larry answered, moving behind me.
   He held my arms as I dropped to my knees.  I looked up to see I was only
a foot or so away from Steven.  He watched me as Larry knelt behind me.  He
mouthed the words, "I love you." I mimicked him, smiling at him as I felt
Larry's member sliding on my slit.  As he penetrated me I grabbed Steven's
thigh.
   I felt wonderfully full with Larry lodged inside me.  I couldn't help
but grin.  There had been no long, lingering entry, simply a positioning,
then plunging to depth.  I looked at Steven again as Larry began to move in
me.
   "It's not fair," I whispered to him.  "I'm getting fucked and you're
just kneeling there."
   Steven began to move in and out of Dawn.  I could see his shiny, slick
member when he withdrew.  I had the most incredible urge to have my tongue
on it, to feel the slickness of my husband's cock as it slid in and out of
my neighbor.  I imagined that Larry's cock looked very similar as he
plunged in and out of me.
   "Oh, that feels so good!" I exclaimed, unable to keep the feeling
bottled up inside me.  I was glad it wasn't to be the only time I was to be
fucked by our neighbor.
   "We had a bet," I whispered to Steven, "and I lost."
   "What bet?" he asked, his voice strained with his exertions inside Dawn.
   "He bet she would take you like this.  I said she'd ride you.  He won."
   "What did he win?"
   "He gets to come fuck me on Wednesday."
   "Well, I guess you know where I'll be, then."
   "Here, watching, I hope," I said, my voice getting shaky as Larry's
plunging began to take effect on my nerve endings.
   "Not likely." Steven said.
   "Next door, fucking Dawn?"
   "If she'll have me."
   "Do you like my husband inside you, Dawn?" I called.
   "Oh, God, yes!" she called back.
   Suddenly, my ability to construct complete and coherent sentences fled
as my body reacted to the constant contact with Larry's cock.
   "Harder," I called.  "Faster."
   Larry complied.  He pumped into me with a fury.  Green sparkles erupted
behind my eyes.  I moaned.  "Good.  Oh, yes!"
   "Ow, fuck!" came the scream from Dawn.
   Steven froze.  Larry didn't.  He kept plowing away at me.
   "Are you all right?" Steven asked Dawn.
   "For God's sake don't stop!" She screamed at him.  "You're making me
come.  Fuck me!"
   Steven renewed his efforts with vigor.
   Dawn cried out.  "Oh, fuck.  Fuck, yes!  Oh, fuck me.  Harder, please.
Fuck me!"
   Her last words were a veritable scream.  I heard Steven begin that low,
guttural growl he makes when his seed begins to boil in his balls and he is
ready to blow.  I could feel the growth of his cock inside me when that
happened.  It spread me just a little wider and then the hot spurts started
inside me.
   But, that wasn't Steven.  It was Larry.  He was spurting his load deep
inside me.  I cried out, and squeezed down on him, urging myself on to my
own completion.  As the hot spurts splashed inside me I lunged back and
forth to stimulate those nerves that sparkled, then ached with my orgasm. I
pushed myself across the crest, forcing it to wash across me and give me
the relief I so desired.
   I cried out with the release, as I usually did.  No words, just vocal
sounds of exultation and joy as I achieved the glorious orgasm.  There were
others to come tonight and in the future, I knew, and I was overjoyed with
the prospect.
   I looked up at Steven.  He smiled at me wearily.
   "I believe I am a slut," I said, the words in a staccato presentation as
my breath allowed.
   "I believe you are," he agreed, likewise breathless.  "I am so proud of
you."
   "Oh, shit!' Dawn muttered.  "Did we just have a four way orgasm?"
   "I think so," Larry answered.  We all muttered our agreement.
   "Awesome!" Dawn said, gaining a little more energy in her voice.  "I
knew there was a good reason to do this!"
   
  
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