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 Take My Wife, Please, Pt.  6 By Alden Bradley
   Dawn dove into the pool to rinse off.  She climbed out and beads of
water sparkled against her skin like tiny jewels as she gently toweled
herself.
   "That's a hell of a woman you got there," my husband Steven remarked to
Larry.
   Larry nodded.  "Beautiful, stacked, smart, and a sex drive that will
probably kill you and me both," he murmured.
   Steven chuckled.
   "On the other hand," Larry said, shifting in his seat, "we have this
stunningly beautiful creature with her gorgeous shock of blonde hair, the
body of a goddess and an attitude of sensuality that surprised and
delighted me."
   "Oh, stop it, Larry," I grumbled.  "You just didn't want me to feel like
canned meat."
   "Nonsense," interjected my husband.  "He's right.  It's like Dawn's the
negative and you're the positive.  She's all smoky, dark and dangerous. 
You're brightness, laughter and enthusiasm."
   "What a load of crap!" I said.
   "It's not," Larry chimed in.  "Nobody looking at you would think you'd
consider this kind of activity for an instant.  You're the image of cool
reserve.  Not for an instant do you give off the aura of the passion that's
inside you."
   "That's right," Steven agreed with feeling.  "Dawn smolders.  Teri
explodes!"
   "What bullshit!" I exclaimed, the excitement stirring within me that
such compliments inspire.  I was secretly very pleased at these two men
expressing these observations.
   "It's not, Ter," Steven protested.  "It's why I like watching you."
   I was dumbstruck for a moment.  "You do?" I said.
   Steven slowly nodded.
   "And you don't feel jealous?" I pressed.
   "Maybe just a tinge.  Mostly, though, I just like watching you.  I like
seeing the effect you have on him, and I love watching your expressions and
seeing how you react to all of it."
   I felt the stirrings deep in my belly.  "All of it?" I asked.  "All of
what?"
   Steven shrugged.  "Like the flush that comes over you when you're
getting wet.  Like now.  And, I love the expression on your face when
you've got his cock planted deep inside you.  It's like you move off into
space somewhere and just concentrate on that feeling.  Then, when he makes
you come, you make that noise and you're expression changes.  You just look
so beautiful."
   As I listened to my husband's description I could feel the dampness
below.  I knew my neck and face were probably flushed as his words stirred
my memories of each sensation.  I turned to Larry.
   "Should we show him?" I asked in a half whisper.  Then, I turned back to
Steven.  "Do you want to watch me do it now?"
   Steven smiled, slowly.  He whispered.  "That'd be great."
   "You have to stay right there," I ordered him.  I turned back to Larry.
"My husband wants to watch you fuck me," I said.
   Larry's face broke into a grin.  "Anytime," he said, "and, any place."
   I leaned over Larry and took his semi-hard cock in my hand.  "This
doesn't seem to be quite ready," I murmured, then leaned down and slid the
rubbery organ between my lips.  I swung my eyes over to see my husband
watching me as I sucked Larry to hardness.  I kept my eyes locking onto
Steven's as I slurped the length of Larry's flesh and sucked him to the
back of my throat.  I played my tongue along the bottom of his rod, slick
saliva lubricating its length.  Steven sat transfixed while I worked
Larry's cock into a hardened mast of flesh, as though trying to take in a
vision that was moving too quickly to be absorbed.
   When I released Larry's engorged rod from my lips, I straddled him
facing my husband.  I lowered my body towards Larry's cock.  When it made
contact with my labia, I smiled and took firm hold with my hand.  I slid it
forward and back between the lips, feeling the damp, rubbery tip sliding
across my clit, then back toward the vaginal opening.  Still keeping my
eyes locked on my husband's, I positioned the throbbing cock and eased
myself down on it.  As I slid Larry's meat inside me, I groaned with
satisfaction.  My hips made contact with Larry's and he was fully inside
me. I put my hands on my knees.
   I was astride his body on the lounger, virtually sitting on his cock.  I
could feel the weight and thickness of it as it pulsed gently inside me. 
Steven looked at me with the most loving expression I had ever seen on his
face.
   "He's fucking me," I whispered to Steven.  "I can feel his cock inside
me, fucking me."
   Steven's voice was a broken scratch.  "I know," he growled.  "You look
so beautiful.  Have him make you come," he urged.
   I began slowly to rock on Larry's meat.  It gently pressed against the
forward and back walls of my vagina as I moved.  I felt his fullness slide
minutely out and back in as it stirred inside me.  I moved my fingers to my
clit and found I could caress Larry's balls as I stroked myself.  I felt so
sensuous that every nerve in my body was tingling.  I leaned forward so
Larry's cock would slide out a little, then, rocked back until I had him
buried in me to the hilt.  The motion felt like a gentle petting inside me.
   When I was able to focus on Steven again, I saw he had his own cock in
his hand.  It was fully erect and he stroked it gently as he watched me
fuck Larry.
   "I bet you'd like me to fuck you like this," I taunted my husband. 
"Wouldn't you?"
   "Yes," Steven whispered.
   "That's why you're stroking your cock, isn't it?" I groaned.  "You can
feel me fucking you just like this."
   Steven's eyes closed as he nodded.  I got an idea.
   I leaned back to Larry.  "We're going to move," I said.  "Follow me and
you can fuck me from behind."
   I gave Larry's balls a gentle squeeze and climbed off him.  I walked the
two steps to where Steven was sitting, his eyes now wide and questioning.
   "Shhhh," I whispered, as I knelt between his legs.  I spread my legs for
Larry and he knelt behind me.  It didn't take him three seconds to have his
cock buried back inside me.  I moaned in appreciation, taking Steven's hard
rod in my hands and licking the precum off its head.
   "Oh, dear!" my husband moaned.  "I'll come in your mouth if you do
that."
   "Mmm-hmmm," I hummed in affirmation, sucking his member between my lips.
   I don't know if Steven and Larry looked at each other over my back.  I
do know that I was absorbed with the feeling of having the two cocks to
deal with.  Larry began thrusting into me in earnest as I worked on my
husband's hardness with my mouth.  Each push forced me toward Steven,
translating the motions of his fucking me to my husband.  Eventually, I was
able to set up a smooth motion, so each time Larry hit bottom Steven's cock
was fully enveloped by my mouth.  As Larry backed away, I was able to
withdraw a little from Steven until Larry forced me back down on his meat.
I sucked, slurped, retreated and plunged, glorying in the feeling of the
two cocks in me at the same time.
   Stephen hadn't lied.  His hands gripped the side of my head as a let out
a huge groan.  I could feel the girth of his member grow, then the pulsing
sensation along the bottom as his semen began spurting into the back of my
throat.  I swallowed, breathed, swallowed, breathed, working hard to keep
my lips sealed around his throbbing meat.  I even stroked the underside
with my tongue, urging his come to flow into my mouth.
   My husband almost wept.  He certainly wailed as he emptied his loins
into me and I sucked every ounce out of him I could.  He lifted my head off
his depleted member and kissed me softly.  Yet, the thrusts of Larry inside
be pushed us hard together.
   Steven looked into my face.  I grabbed his hips and held on.  I turned
my head to the side and lay with my face on his thigh.  He kissed me
lightly on the cheek as Larry kept up his relentless pounding.
   "You are so beautiful," he whispered in my ear.  "I want you to come,
Terri.  You can do this.  Make it happen for me."
   I held onto his legs and concentrated on Larry's thrusts.
   "Oh, yessss," I hissed.  "Fuck me, Larry.  Fuck me hard.  Make me come
right here in front of my husband!"
   Larry groaned.  He increased the speed of his thrusts, forcing me across
Steven's lap.  I pushed back against Steven after each thrust, willing
myself to the big one.
   "What can I do to help?" Steven asked urgently.
   "Nothing," I gasped.  "Just hold me.  Just hold me while he fucks me."
   Steven held me.  Larry fucked me.  It was that image, that ideal that
brought me over the edge.  I held tightly onto Steven as Larry plunged away
at me.  I could feel the build-up start in my belly.  When I thought of the
scene of my husband holding me in his arms while I climaxed on the cock of
his friend, the dam seemed to break.  I yelled out.
   "Yes!" I screamed.  "I'm coming!  Oh, Steven!  He's making me come!  Oh,
baby, please!  He's making me come!"
   Larry grunted.  I felt the hot stream of his come shooting into me.  He
plunged inside me four or five more times, and each time, warmth spread
inside me.
   "Holy Shit!" Larry groaned.  He leaned back and his meat unplugged me. I
could feel the semen running down my leg.
   "Was it good for you?" I asked him.
   "Oh, hell, yes!" he panted.
   I laughed, and turned to Steven.  "And, how about you?" I said in almost
a whisper.  "Was it good for you?"
   "You are truly amazing," he said.  "Its no wonder I love you like I do."
   "You know, I had some interest in this event, too," I told him.  "It
wasn't all about you watching me fuck your friend."
   "It wasn't?"
   I shook my head.  "You ever think I'd try a MMF threesome?"
   "Really."
   I nodded.  "Ever since Dawn convinced me to try this she's been talking
about how I needed to experience it."
   "Well?"
   I grinned at my husband.  "Not bad.  Next time, maybe you'll get to do
the honors."
   "Next time?  You mean there will be a next time?"
   
  
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