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 Take My Wife, Please, Pt.  9 By Alden Bradley
   "You sure look pensive," my husband Stephen said to me as we stood in
our kitchen preparing a salad for our guests.
   I smiled at him.  Stephen knew how to read me.
   "I was just thinking," I told him.  "A lot has happened in the last two
days."
   "Oh," was all he said.  Then he nodded.
   "I'm wondering how much it has changed us.  Me, really."
   "How do you mean?" Stephen said, carefully.
   The images flashed through my mind.  I'd watched him screwing our
neighbor and my best friend, Dawn.  At the same time, I had taken on Dawn's
husband, Larry.  Then, I'd spent the night with him while Dawn and Stephen
had copulated loudly in our bedroom.  Larry and I had our share of sex
during that night, too.  I had my first threesome with Dawn and Stephen,
and my second with my husband and Larry.  Then Stephen's friend from work
and her husband arrived and I willingly let him fuck me, too!  I knew I had
always delighted in sex with Steven.  The fact that I enjoyed it with the
others surprised me.
   "A week ago I would have never entertained the idea of having sex with
anyone but you," I said.  "Now,"
   "Now you like sex and it doesn't matter with whom," Stephen completed my
thought.
   "It does, though," I protested.  "With you it's different."
   "I know," he grinned.  "But that doesn't surprise you.  You're amazed
that you like it so much with the others."
   "I guess so," I said, after a few seconds.
   "I'm not," Stephen said.  "Sex is sex and love is love.  I give you the
love.  They give you sex.  It's fun.  You like it.  That's fine with me."
   "Of course, you've been enjoying yourself, too," I reminded him.
   "Are you jealous?" he asked.
   That question rattled around for a few seconds.  Was I jealous?  I
didn't think so.
   Whenever I saw him having sex with Dawn, her husband was usually pushing
his hard cock into me.  The sensations of pure enjoyment seemed to block
out any shred of doubt or jealousy.
   "No," I said.  "I know we're all right.  We're soul mates.  We're going
to stay together.  This is just for our mutual entertainment."
   Stephen's co-worker, Taylor, stepped into the kitchen.  "Need any help?"
   She was attractive, blonde, and naked, as were we all.
   "I think we're about done," I responded.  "You can get out the plates,
if you like."
   Stephen showed her where everything was to set the table.  I had to
smile as I listened to the business-like nature of their communication in
spite of our nudity.
   "I'll go get the others," Stephen offered, heading toward the patio and
pool area.
   "It looks delicious," Taylor said to me, reappearing in the kitchen.
   "Thanks," I answered.
   "Look, Teri," she said, after pausing a few seconds.  "We don't know
each other very well."
   "I know," I agreed.
   "I just want you to know that I'm devoted to Jeremy.  Stephen has always
been off limits.  He's your man.  I never did anything to change the status
quo."
   "Thanks, Taylor," I said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.  After all,
I'd had her husband.  She and Stephen hadn't yet connected.
   "The point is," Taylor continued, "I never dreamed that you and Stephen
were so open-minded like this.  And," she said, "I want us to be friends."
   Her vulnerability touched me.  "To tell the truth, Taylor, before this
weekend we were pretty much a staid, ordinary, and very unremarkable
couple. Dawn and Larry, mostly Dawn, talked us into this.  It's not
something we'd really considered before that."
   "I like her," Taylor said.  "Dawn's a real, down-to-Earth, no nonsense
girl."
   "She hasn't a shred of duplicity in her.  She says what she means and
means what she says.  Some people find her abrupt, even rude.  She doesn't
mean to be.  She's simply honest."
   "What about the two of us?" Taylor asked.  "Can we be honest with each
other?"
   "Sure," I said.  "I promise to always tell you the truth."
   "Deal," she agreed, sticking her hand out.  I shook it.
   "Help me get these things to the table," I ordered her.
   Dinner was uneventful except for the fact that the six of us were naked.
The three men seemed to have difficulty keeping the smiles off their faces.
   "Any plans after dinner?" Taylor tossed out easily.
   I shrugged and looked at Dawn.
   "I'd like to get a little buzz on," Dawn said, "and get nasty."
   "Sounds like a plan," I chimed in.
   "Well, Jeremy and I know this little game," Taylor offered.  "It's easy
and it won't interfere with getting buzzed."
   Board games and such have never been top of my list.  I'm pretty fair at
Trivia and play a decent Scrabble, but I've never been any kind of fanatic
about them.
   "Tell us about it," Larry pressed.
   "It's not much," Jeremy said.  "You need a single die and one card for
each player, like from a deck of cards?  The guys each get a black card and
the gals get a red one."
   "Somebody draws two cards, one from each pile," Taylor continued for
him. "That makes up a pair.  Then the rest of us roll the die.  High roll
gets to tell the couple what their task is."
   Dawn grinned.  "So, if the pair is Stephen and me, then either Taylor,
Jeremy, Teri or Larry rolls to see who gets to tell us what to do?"
   "That's it," Jeremy said.  "It's a lot of fun when you've got like ten
couples.  But, I bet the six of us could come up with some good ideas."
   "Sounds good to me," Stephen said.  "What do you think, Ter?"
   "Why not?" I answered.  "As long as it's not something stupid."
   "Oh, the group decides," Taylor said.  "If we all think the challenge is
stupid or dangerous, then they get to pass.  Then, the second high roller
gets to make the challenge."
   "That sounds okay," I said.  "If you will all help me clear away this
stuff and clean up I'll see if I can find a deck of cards and some dice."
   "I've got `em in the car," Jeremy offered.
   Dawn scoffed.  "Uh-huh," she sneered.  "Play this a lot, do you?"
   Jeremy grinned toward her.  "A souvenir from a previous event," he said.
   "I ought to make you get them in the raw," Dawn challenged him.
   "That's what I mean by stupid," I told her.  "You can't have naked men
wandering around our neighborhood.  Somebody will call the cops.  Put a
pair of shorts on or something, Jeremy."
   "Maybe they'll send a cute cop," Dawn suggested.
   "You really are an incorrigible slut, aren't you?" I laughed.
   "Oh," she sniffed, "and I suppose you wouldn't do him if he was cute?"
   "We all would, if he was cute," Taylor interjected.
   "Put something on," I said to Jeremy.  "The last thing we need are the
cops, cute or not."
   We cleaned up from the meal and arranged ourselves in the den.  Stephen
put some soft jazz on the music system and Jeremy laid the cards and the
die on the low table.  Taylor picked them up.
   "What card would you like, Teri?" she asked.
   "How about the Ace of Hearts?" I suggested.  Taylor quickly searched the
deck and put the card down in front of me.
   "Dawn?" Taylor asked.
   "What's a good card for a manipulative bitch?" Dawn wondered aloud.
   "Queen of Hearts," Stephen offered.  Taylor scanned the deck and put the
card in front of Dawn.
   Continuing to rifle through the deck the blonde said, "I'll take the
Eight of Hearts, then." She flipped the card onto the table in front of
her. "Larry?"
   "King of Spades?" Larry suggested.  Taylor placed the card face up in
front of him.
   "My husband likes the King of Clubs," Taylor told us.  "Stephen?"
   "Ace of Clubs be okay," my husband said.
   "Okay," Taylor said.  "I'll go first to show you how this works." She
put aside the remainder of the deck, gathered the six cards, and shuffled
them in her delicate hands.  "First, you draw a card and turn it face up."
She pulled a card from the six and flipped it over onto the table.  It was
the Ace of Clubs.  "Whose is that?" she asked.
   "Mine," Stephen replied.
   "Okay," she said.  "Then we take Teri's, Jeremy's and Larry's out of the
stack." She fanned the remaining cards and pulled out the Ace of Hearts,
laying it face down on the table.  She flipped the two remaining cards
toward Stephen.  "Now, you pick one."
   Stephen reached down and turned over the card on the right.  It was the
Eight of Hearts.
   "Hmmm," Taylor hummed.  "That's mine." She paused.  "That's okay.  We'll
just make this a demonstration round."
   "The Hell we will," Dawn snapped.
   Taylor shrugged.  "Okay.  Whatever.  Now, Larry, you go ahead and roll."
She passed him the cube.
   Larry rolled a four.
   "Now, pass it to your wife."
   Dawn rolled a five.
   "Stephen doesn't get to roll because his card is up.  Teri.  You're
next."
   I rolled a two.
   Jeremy picked up the die and rolled a three.
   "Okay," Taylor said.  "Dawn got high roll, so she gets to decide what
Stephen and I do.  You can also set a time limit.  As a matter of fact, it
works better if you do."
   There was silence in the room.
   "Anything I want?" Dawn asked.
   "Within reason," Taylor told her.  "No blood or pain, things like that."
   "So, if I said, like, suck his dick, you'd have to do it?" Dawn queried.
   Taylor shrugged.  "Yeah.  Not very creative, though."
   "You want creative?" Dawn said.  "Okay.  Stephen, you lie on your back
and let Taylor kneel astride your head so you can lick her pussy.  How's
that for creative?"
   "Not bad," Taylor grinned.  "How long?"
   "Five minutes," Dawn said.
   "You better get some towels," Stephen directed at me as he shifted
position to lie on his back.
   When I returned from the linen closet I saw Taylor kneeling across my
husband's head, her hands resting on her knees.  Her head was thrown back,
her mouth open, and her breasts heaving as Stephen licked and sucked on her
delectable pussy.  I settled back into my position between Jeremy and Dawn,
who had a strange smile on her face and a bright gleam in her eye as she
watched the scene in front of her.
   "Who is keeping time," I whispered to Jeremy.
   He shrugged, either unwilling or unable to take his eyes off the tableau
of the couple in front of us.
   "I've got it," came the low voice of Larry.  "Two more minutes."
   Taylor whimpered and moaned her way through the next two minutes. 
Stephen was silent except for the slurping noises he made as he ate out the
blonde.  I did notice that he was fully erect, though.  The thought flashed
through my mind that one of us should take advantage and mount him.  Then I
decided to reserve that idea for when it was my turn to order the
activities of the participants.
   When Larry called time, Taylor rolled her head and shoulders forward,
lifting herself away from my husband's active mouth.  She knelt on all
fours panting.
   "Nicely done!" Jeremy exclaimed.
   "Really," Dawn agreed.
   "Who's next?" Larry asked.
   "You are," Jeremy said.  He collected the six cards and passed them
across the table to Larry.  "Don't forget to mix them up."
   Larry spread the cards on the table and shuffled them around.  He
gathered them up and looked at me.  I nodded to him and he flipped over the
top card.  It was the King of Clubs.  Jeremy.
   "Take out Taylor's card," I reminded him.
   Larry spread out the cards and pulled out the remaining black cards and
Taylor's eight of Hearts.  He put the two remaining cards behind his back
and shuffled them around.  Then he laid them on the table and pushed them
toward Jeremy.  I shivered with the realization that I was hoping he'd pick
mine.
   Jeremy looked at the two cards and slapped his hand down on the left
one. He peeled it back, then tossed it face up on the table.  It was the
Queen of Hearts.  Dawn.  I looked at Larry.  He grinned at me.
   By this time Stephen and Taylor had rejoined our little circle.  Larry
picked up the die and rolled a three.  We passed it around, each rolling in
our turn.  Stephen's six won the round.
   "I don't know," my husband said.  "I don't want to be repetitive.  How
about a session of sixty-nine, with Dawn on top?"
   "Sounds good to me," Jeremy chuckled.
   "Five minutes is too long, though," I tossed in.
   "We usually maxed out at three," Taylor offered.  "It helps move things
along quicker."
   "Three minutes, then," Larry said.
   "Okay," Stephen agreed.  "Three minutes."
   The four of us watched transfixed as Dawn clambered over Jeremy, grabbed
his semi-flaccid cock and shoved it into her mouth.  She lowered her hips
until Jeremy had easy access to her tender pussy.  Dawn groaned into
Jeremy's meat as his tongue swiped across her labia and plunged into her
depths.
   This position has never been a favorite of mine.  I find it hard to
concentrate on giving good head when there is a tongue squiggling around in
my most sensitive regions.  Dawn and Jeremy, however, were definitely into
it.  Dawn's ass humped viciously on Jeremy's mouth as she deliciously
licked and sucked on his rod.
   My husband called out, "Time!" when their three minutes were up.  All of
us breathed a sigh.
   "Holy shit!" Larry whispered.
   "Oh, that sucks!" his wife snapped.  "That's only long enough to get
ready.  I need to get laid."
   "You'll have to wait your turn," Taylor laughed.  "That's why we like
the three minute rule.  It gets you going, and keeps you on the edge."
   Jeremy and Dawn rose from their position on the carpet and rejoined our
group at the table.
   "Now what?" Jeremy asked, wiping Dawn's juices from his chin.
   "Who drew last?" I asked.
   "Me," Larry answered.
   "Dawn draws, then," I said, collecting the cards and passing them to the
dark haired beauty.
   Dawn pulled a card.  It was the Ace of Hearts.  "Whose is that?"
   "It's mine," I said, my guts knotting a bit.
   Dawn pushed two cards toward me.  I flipped up the right hand one.  The
King of Clubs.
   "Me, again," Jeremy grinned.
   "So, it's Jeremy and Teri," Taylor said.  "Go ahead and roll, Dawn."
   Stephen rolled high.
   "I love it when that happens," Taylor commented.  "I think it's so great
when the spouse gets to decide what their partner is going to do with
somebody else."
   There was a moment of silence.  Then Dawn chimed in, "You know, you can
be a really sick bitch, sometimes.  I think I love you."
   My laugh was uneasy, but the others seemed to enjoy the joke.
   "So," Larry said, "Stephen.  What's it going to be?"
   "Well," Stephen replied slowly, "the truth is I really like watching my
wife suck my cock.  I'm wondering if I'll like it as much watching her suck
off somebody else."
   "Probably more," Dawn tossed out.  There were chuckles all around.
   "So," Stephen continued, "let's have Teri on her knees in front of
Jeremy.  One of her excellent blow jobs for three minutes."
   "Or until he comes," Taylor added.
   "Okay," Stephen agreed.
   "Does she have to swallow?" Larry asked.
   "Oh, hell, yes!" Dawn yelled.
   "Stephen gets to decide," Taylor reminded her.
   Stephen looked at me.  He smiled and nodded.  "Yes," he said.  "If he
comes, she has to swallow."
   I couldn't help feeling a little thrill go through me.  I'd never been
much of an exhibitionist.  But, I'd watched Taylor and Dawn in their turns.
I decided I could do as well, if not better than either of them.  I was
determined that Jeremy would come as a result of my fellating him, and I
would swallow every drop and show them all up.
   Jeremy moved away from the table and I followed him.  I dropped to my
knees in front of him.  His cock was still semi-rigid from his sixty-nine
with Dawn.  I took it in my hand and kissed the tip.
   "Wait a minute," Larry called.  "I'll tell you when to start."
   I kissed the tip again, giving it a little peck, like a kiss on the
cheek of a friend.
   "We're just getting acquainted," I said.
   "Ready.  Set.  Go!" Larry yelled.
   I didn't hesitate.  I slipped the head between my lips and sucked.  The
length of his rubbery member slid fully into my mouth, filling it up with
his warm meat.  I slid my tongue underneath it, pressing it against the
roof of my mouth.  Jeremy groaned.  I hummed my assent and heard the breath
whistle through his teeth.  I had him coated with my saliva now so I
withdrew, keeping my lips clamped on him as the rod slid between them. 
When I felt the ridge on my lips I stopped the withdrawal.  My tongue
circled the head.  I made sure the bottom of my tongue got its turn on the
top of his hardness.  Then I gently squeezed him with my teeth, just to
give him the sensation of sharpness.
   "Oh, shit!" Jeremy said.
   I quickly opened up my jaws and let him slide back into my mouth.  I
didn't have to force it.  Jeremy pushed his hips toward me until my nose
bumped his pubic area.  I swallowed and held him tightly in my mouth.  I
reach up and cupped his balls in my left hand, gently squeezing them as I
let my tongue rasp against his hardening meat.  Then I looked up and began
to withdraw again.  I saw his head tilted back and felt his hand in my
hair.
   "Pull her hair back so we can see," Larry called.
   Jeremy looked down and our eyes met.  I felt a shudder go through him.
   "If you look at me like that," he whispered shakily, "I'm certain to
come."
   I smiled around his cock, keeping my eyes locked on his, determined to
feel his hot spurts of semen coat my mouth.  I would show them all.
   For his part, Jeremy pulled my hair back from my face so the others
could see the junction of our flesh, how his hardness split my lips and
glistened on the withdrawal from the slickness of my saliva.  At the same
time, I could feel Jeremy's pressure on my head where he held my hair.  I
hummed again at the delight of feeling the smoothness of his skin stretched
on his hardened member sliding between my lips.  I followed the impetus of
his pressure and began a rhythm that matched his unspoken urging.  Soon, we
established a pattern of in and out, accompanied by a firm, but yielding
pressure of my lips and tongue as his cock slid between them.
   Jeremy looked away until his eyes found those of his wife.  They looked
at each other for a few seconds.  Then he looked back down at me.  I knew
my eyes were shining with the delight of the various sensations of the act.
I really liked doing this.  That realization flooded me and I decided that
I would never again hesitate or balk.  I am a cock-hungry slut, I repeated
to myself in my mind.  This is a wonderful experience and I loved it.
   "Soon," I heard Jeremy whisper as he continued to fuck my mouth.
   Soon, I repeated, preparing for the gush of his come.  I willed him on
with my eyes, lips and tongues.
   "You want it?" he groaned a few seconds later.
   I nodded.  I did.  My mouth was hungry for it.  I wanted the taste of
it, the salty tang.  I wanted the warmth of it.  I wanted to feel the heat
of him in the thick fluid of his semen.  And, I wanted the force of it as
it burst forth from his cock.  I pressed my lips harder and allowed Jeremy
to plunge himself in and out of my mouth at the pace and tempo that seemed
to work for him.
   "Here it comes!" he warned me.  "I'm cumming!"
   I quickly slid my lips back to the ridge of his head and sucked.  I
could feel the pulsations of his cock in my lips.  The first pulse produced
nothing.  The second, however, produced a small spattering of the warm
fluid.  That opened the flood gates.  Jeremy's cock spat a hot stream
against the roof of my mouth.  I swallowed hard.
   "Let us see!" Dawn hollered.
   I opened my mouth and let the next several spurts coat my tongue.
   "Oh, my word!" Larry groaned as Jeremy's cock pulsed out glob after glob
of sticky, white semen onto my tongue.
   The pulses were weakening, but I wasn't finished.  I closed my lips
around the throbbing meat and sucked.  I was rewarded with two more spurts
of cream.  Then I opened my mouth, buried his cock deep inside, closed down
one it and tongued the underside down its length until I had sucked Jeremy
dry.
   I suddenly realized that I was breathing almost as hard as Jeremy. 
Licking the length of him, I slid the marvelous meat from between my lips.
I finished as I had started.  I gave the tip several small, tender kisses,
a reward for performing so well for me.
   "Quite a show," Dawn quipped.
   "Thank you," I said.  Then I looked up at Jeremy.  "And, thank you,
too."
   "I'm the one who should be thanking you," he grinned at me.
   "Time's up," Larry said.
   Everybody looked at him.  Then Taylor started to laugh.  We all joined
in.
   "What?" Larry asked.  "You wanted me to be the timekeeper."
   "I think they're finished," Taylor said.
   "Oh," Larry nodded.  "I guess they are."
   My husband stood up.  "I'm for another drink.  Anybody else?"
   There were general mumbles of agreement.  Taylor volunteered to help. 
Dawn disappeared toward the bathroom.  Jeremy took a seat on the couch as
Larry collected the cards and organized the table.
   "Who draws next," I asked Larry.
   "Your husband," he answered.
   "I had this idea," Dawn offered as she skipped into the room.
   "Let's hear it," Jeremy said from his seat on the sofa.
   "Well, Taylor said it's always more fun when the spouse picks the
activity for their partner.  Why don't we make it a regular part."
   "How?" I asked her
   "Easy.  Instead of rolling the dice, we just let the spouse draw the
other partner and the activity," Dawn explained.
   I shrugged.  "Okay by me," I said.  "We'd better ask Taylor when she and
Stephen come back with the drinks."
   "Ask me what?" Taylor wanted to know as she returned to the den.
   "About letting the spouse pick the card for the partner and choose the
activity," Dawn told her.
   "I guess that would work," the blonde agreed.  "We could try it for a
couple of rounds and see.  What do you think, Jeremy?"
   He was nonchalant.  "Why not?  Let's try it."
   "Then get back down here and let's try it," Taylor ordered.
   "It's Stephen's turn," Larry reminded her.
   My husband picked up the cards and shuffled them.  He tossed one face up
on the table.  It was the Ace of Clubs, his own card.
   "Okay," Dawn said.  "Now, Teri, you select the card for his partner and
tell them what they're going to do."
   I selected out the black cards and pulled my own.  "You pick," I told
Stephen, holding the cards for Taylor and Dawn out to him, face down.  He
picked Dawn's.
   "Sit against the wall," I directed Stephen.  "Dawn, you straddle him,
facing away.  Just sit in his lap." The two of them took their positions. I
looked at Larry.  "You ready?"
   Our neighbor nodded.  "Okay," I said.  "For three minutes, Stephen, you
kiss her neck and shoulders and caress her breasts.  Dawn, you can fondle
him, and even rub him on yourself, but you can't put him inside you."
   I looked over at Taylor and smiled.  "Well?"
   She clapped her hands.  "I love it!" she said.  "They'll both be hot as
two dollar pistols."
   "Okay," Larry intoned.  "Ready.  Steady.  Go!"
   Stephen gently kissed and licked my friend's neck from her shoulder up
to her ear.  Each time he did, he whispered something that we couldn't
hear. Meanwhile, his hands kneaded her mounds, fingers tweaking and tugging
at her nipples until they grew firm and darkened.
   For her part, Dawn pulled Stephen's soft meat into the folds of her
vulva and stroked it.  She groaned when Stephen whispered to her, and
pushed his pliable flesh toward her throbbing clit.  We could all see him
growing firmer as she manipulated his rod with one hand and lightly
scratched at his scrotum with the other.
   Stephen continued to maul her breasts while he sucked one ear between
his lips.  When he released her, we could hear his whisper.  "Tonight I
will slide into you," he said.  "Can you feel my hard meat splitting your
flesh?  You want me in you, don't you?" Then he shifted to the other ear,
his tongue lashing its ridges and crevices before releasing to continue
taunting her.  "Feel me growing in your hand?  I love the touch of your
hands on my cock.  Your nipples are hard, now, wanting me to fuck you."
   Dawn groaned again, pushing his rod hard against her softness.  Her hips
twitched as she rode the head of his cock in the clitoral fold.  It was as
if the rest of us had disappeared.  The two of them humped against each
other, following the rules but desperately wanting the ultimate feeling of
penetration.
   "Time!" Larry called out.
   "You're shitting me," Dawn gasped.
   "No, really!" her husband said, defensively.  "Time's up."
   "I don't know if I really like this game," Dawn groaned as she struggled
to rise from her position.  "And, you!" She pointed accusingly at my
husband.  "You bastard!  You knew I'd want to fuck you."
   Stephen grinned broadly.  "Maybe your card will come up again," he
chuckled.
   "Oh, crap," she groused, plopping down near the table.  Her hand
continued to rub her nether region for several seconds.  "I need a cock,"
she moaned.
   "There are three here," I grinned at her, "ready and able to service you
at the appropriate time."
   "Shit!" she swore, finally releasing the flesh between her thighs.
   "Okay, Teri," Taylor chided.  "Your draw."
   I picked up the cards and slithered them against each other, careful to
slide them between one another.  I cut them, and shuffled them again.  I
lay them on the table and flipped over the top card.  The King of Spades.
   "Woo hoo!" Larry yelped.  "I was beginning to wonder."
   "Damnation!" Dawn said.  "I guess I'm not getting laid this turn."
   "Pick a card," Taylor told her, "to find out which one of us is." She
flipped her finger between herself and me.
   Dawn tossed down the Ace of Hearts.  My card.
   "That's mine," I admitted.
   "Well, Dawn?" Jeremy said.  "What are they going to do?"
   "As much as I like watching this blonde bitch suck you off, Jeremy,"
Dawn said, looking square at me, "I don't want my husband comparing her
technique with mine."
   "Too late," Larry chuckled.  "Did that last night."
   She shot him a glance that would have melted glass.  "So," she said,
slowly, "since she did such a good job of giving oral, it's only fair she
gets it."
   "Bravo," Jeremy cheered.
   "My darling husband will tongue and lick this lovely's genitalia until
she comes," she concluded.
   "For how long?" Larry asked.
   "Until she comes, asshole," Dawn snapped at him.  "I'm assuming you'll
be able to tell?"
   "Oh, you can tell," Stephen said with a huge grin.
   "Any particular position?" I asked.
   "Nope," my friend said.  "You guys sort that out."
   Larry had me lie on my back.  He slid up the carpet and wrapped his arms
around my thighs.  He gave me a light kiss on the labia that made me jump.
   "Will that work for you?" he asked me.
   "Fine," I said, just a little nervous.
   "Good," he said, then drove his tongue between those same lips, curling
it so it reached into my hole.
   I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensations Larry was
creating inside me.  Rather, my mind swept back over the last two days.  I
groaned as the electricity created by Larry's tongue fired shocks through
me.  I had been missing this for so long.  Stephen was a wonderful lover.
Still, he had his limits.  He couldn't keep going without rest.  In the
last two days, however, whenever I wanted sex it was there.  I wondered why
I had avoided this type of activity for so long.  I looked toward my
husband.  His eyes were shining as he looked at me being serviced by our
neighbor.  I crooked a finger at him.
   Stephen knelt down beside me.  I reached up to cup his neck with my
hands and pull him toward me.  Our lips met.  I knew he could feel the
involuntary motions of my body in reaction to what Larry was doing to my
aching pussy.  I released him and whispered, "I love you."
   "I know, baby," he whispered back.  "I love you, too."
   "Thank you for this," I said.
   "I know," he nodded.  "It's been terrific, hasn't it?"
   "All of it?" I wanted to know.  A small moan escaped my lips as Larry
sucked my throbbing clit between his lips and assaulted it with the tip of
his tongue.
   Stephen nodded.  "All of it," he agreed.
   "Even the blowjob I gave Jeremy?"
   "Especially that," he whispered.  "I almost came myself just watching
you with him."
   "There's just one thing," I groaned, as Larry slipped a finger inside
me.
   "More?" Stephen said, incredulous.
   I nodded my head.  I motioned him to come closer so I could whisper in
his ear.
   "Mmmmm," I hummed softly as I felt the beginnings of a climax start to
build inside me.  "I want to watch you fuck Taylor," I whispered.
   "You do?"
   "Oh, yes!" I hissed, more in reaction to Larry's ministrations than to
Stephen's question.  "Yes, baby," I whispered, my breath now ragged.  "I
fucked Jeremy and I liked it.  I watched you eat her.  She looked so
beautiful.  I want to see her fucked by you, to hear her beg my husband to
fuck her, to make her come.  I want to see your face get tight and serious
as you spurt your come inside her.  If you're card comes up with hers,
that's what I'm going to say." I was finished.  I couldn't use any more
breath to form words for my husband.
   "All right," Stephen said.  "By the way, you look beautiful yourself."
   "Do I?" I gasped.
   "Yes," he said.  "I can tell you're close.  You look so incredible when
you're coming.  You're eyes shine so brilliantly.  You stretch your neck
and push against it.  I love how that makes you look."
   "You want me to?" I asked.
   "Yes!  Show me how beautiful and sexy you are when you come," he
whispered.  "I love watching you."
   I grabbed Stephen's hand and put it on my right breast.  He got the
message, leaning over me and sucking the nipple into his mouth.  Larry's
right hand was on my left breasts, pulling and kneading the nipple.  I
turned toward Stephen.
   "You're hard, aren't you," I asked him.
   "Mmm-hmmm," he mumbled, unable to release my nipple.
   I grabbed a handful of Larry's hair and pulled him to my pulsating cunt.
   "You like watching your wife getting eaten?" I asked Stephen.
   He hummed assent again.
   I wrapped my legs around Larry's back, my hips heaving as he drove me on
with his tongue and fingers.
   "You like to watch me fuck, too, don't you," I cried.
   "I do," Stephen said, pausing for a second.
   "It makes you hard to watch me get eaten and fucked."
   Stephen hummed.
   I began to moan and wail.  The sensations were building to an incredible
crescendo.  Sparks seemed to zap from my nipples to my cunt and back.
   "Don't stop, Larry!" I cried out.  "Make me come!" The sensations were
almost more than I could stand.  Larry's tongue continued to rasp across my
zinging clit.  His finger inside me wiggled and stabbed at my G-spot.  My
husband's lips and teeth worked on one breast while his friend's fingers
pulled and twisted the other.  Just when I thought I could stand no more,
Larry popped another finger into my burning asshole.  I screamed and pushed
my hips toward the ceiling.  Suddenly, everything went black.
   I wasn't out for more than a few seconds, I don't think.  I remember
Stephen's face blurring into view above me.  His look of concern was nearly
humorous.  I started to laugh.
   "What?" he said.  "It's not funny.  I thought you had a stroke or
something."
   I knew I couldn't have been out long because I was still almost out of
breath.
   I shook my head.  "No," I gasped.  "It was just," I panted, "just too
much."
   "Is she all right?" I heard Dawn asked.  She was standing behind her
husband who knelt between my legs.
   "I'm fine," I assured her.  I took inventory.  Aside from the shortness
of breath I had this wonderful, warm feeling throughout my body. 
Everything just tingled with a golden afterglow.  As soon as I could catch
my breath I knew I'd be okay.
   "Are you sure?" Dawn pressed.
   "Really," I said, straining to sit up.  I looked at Larry, whose face
shone with the glistening juices from the two of us.  "Man," I laughed. 
"You really know how to eat some pussy!"
   
  
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