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 Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 1



   "You know Terri, Larry's got the hots for you." My friend and neighbor
Dawn confided this to me as we cleaned up the kitchen following one of our
frequent shared lunches.

   "Really?" I said, as casually as possible.  "Too bad for him."

   "Haven't you noticed how he's always trying to touch you?" she asked. 
"He'll hold the door for you and take your hand.  When you come to sit at
the table he holds your chair, then brushes his hand across your shoulders.
He's got it bad, Terri."

   "Like I said, too bad for him," I repeated.  "He actually told you this?
Didn't it piss you off?"

   Dawn shrugged.  "It's the way things are.  Would I be better off getting
all bitter about it?  We've talked about, you know, opening up.  We talked
about it a lot over the last couple of months.  We talked about sort of
spicing things up.  I mean, he still wants me and all.  He's just got the
hots for you, too."

   "Uh-huh," I said.  "Well, that doesn't change anything.  He's not
getting any."

   Dawn's bright green eyes fixed on me, her soft, shoulder-cut dark hair
swinging gently as she looked up.  "You ought to think about it."

   "You're nuts, you know that?" I said, with a tinge of anger.  "I'm not
fucking your husband, Dawn.  Why would you even consider it?  Did he put
you up to it?"

   "Only partially.  See, he wants to watch me to fuck Steven."

   "What?" It was almost a scream.

   "Take it easy Terri," Dawn said.  "It's just talk.  We fantasize about
it.  It makes for some really hot sex.  You guys ought to try it.  You just
think about what it might be like and tell each other.  It really is hot.
And then after a while maybe you'll decide you'd like to try it, you know,
for real."

   "Oh, so, you've decided you want to try it `for real' like you said?  Is
that it?"

   My friend shrugged.  "We've thought about it."

   "Well, you're out of your mind, Dawn.  I don't see what would have
possibly given you the idea that I would, that we would, try something like
that."

   My friend smiled, slyly.  "Why not?  Maybe your sex life hasn't gotten
routine in the past six years.  Ours has.  I bet yours has, too.  So, why
not try something different with somebody you can trust?  Are you afraid?"

   "Of course I'm not afraid.  What I am is indignant!  How could you even
suggest such a thing?  The subject is closed."

   Dawn shrugged again.  "Okay.  Fine.  But, you ought to try fantasizing
with Steven at least once.  I'll bet it would spark things up."

   "I said the subject is closed Dawn," I told her with finality.

   We moved on to a couple of other topics but the atmosphere was strained.
Eventually, Dawn put her cup in the dishwasher and prepared to leave.  She
bent over and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

   "I really love you, you know," she said.

   "I know.  And I love you, too Dawn.  It's just sometimes you go too
far."

   Two weeks passed.  I didn't see Larry or Dawn in all that time.  But the
images and thoughts kept roiling around in my mind.  And the knot in my
belly just didn't want to go away.  Finally one night I told Steven about
Dawn's conversation.

   I was sitting astride Steven, his cock buried inside me.  I looked down
at him, recognized the lust in his eyes.

   "You're thinking about Dawn" I told him.



   "What?" His look was truly deer-in-the-headlights.

   "Dawn.  Our next door neighbor.  Would you like to be fucking her?"

   "I'd...I never considered it," he said.  "Say, what is this all about?"

   "She said Larry wants you to fuck her.  He hasn't said anything to you
like that?"

   "Larry?  No, he hasn't said anything," Steven said.  "I- I haven't seen
him."

   "He wants to fuck me," I told him grinding my hips on him.

   "He does?  Did he tell you?"

   "Dawn did."

   "What did you say?"

   "I said that there's no way in hell I'm letting him fuck me."

   "Okay."

   "She said they had their hottest sex when they talk about it."

   "I can imagine."

   "Can you?  Why?  Does it make you hot, too?  You want to see Larry fuck
me?  Or do you just want a go at Dawn's tight little cunt?" I intentionally
squeezed him as hard as I could.

   "That might be fun," my husband said with a groan, his hands stroking my
breasts.

   "Which part?"

   "All of it."

   "You want to see him fuck me?" I was getting into it.

   "I'd love to watch you."

   "You want to see his cock slamming into me?  Is that right?"

   "Imagine it.  You spreading your legs for him.  Him sliding his hot,
hard meat into you.  Does that light your fire?  Isn't it incredibly hot?"

   It was.  The idea of strange cock up inside me after six years of only
Steven did have it's positive points.  I banged on my husband with
increasing intensity and vigor.

   "I can tell it does," Steven said.  "It makes you hot thinking about
it."

   "Shut up," I ordered.  "I'm doing this.

   "And, what about Dawn riding on you like I am now?  Does that do
something for you?"

   "Can't you tell?"

   "Close your eyes," I directed.  "Imagine its Dawn on top of you."

   Steven did as I asked.  He groaned.

   "So it does make you hot, doesn't it?"

   "Oh, yes," he admitted.  "She's cute and sexy.  But, I can't get the
image of you fucking Larry out of my mind.  That is hotter than anything. I
can just see his meat sliding in and out of you while you beg him to fuck
you harder.  Oh, man!  Oh, baby, I love you so much.  You are so hot!"

   "You think we should, then?  Do it I mean.  With them?"

   "If you want to, baby.  If that's what you want, I'm game."

   "And will you still love me after I'm a slut?"

   "You're already a slut, baby.  And, don't I love you?"

   "I love you too, Steven.  I really do.  And, I love fucking you.  This
other would be just for fun, right?"

   "Just for fun," he agreed.

   "I can't believe how hot it is just thinking about it."

   "You should call her.  Set it up.  Right now.  Before you change your
mind."

   "Right now?  In the middle?"

   "Right now while you're hot and excited and the idea turns you on," he
encouraged me.

   I leaned over and reached for the cordless, pressing the speed dial for
our neighbors number.

   Dawn answered.

   "Steven and I are interested," I said.  "Remember?  What we talked about
a couple of weeks ago?"

   "Good," Dawn said.  "You sound strange.  Are you all right?"

   "We're fucking," I told her, humping my ass on Steven's meat.  "Steven
said I should call right now while it turns me on.  Before I change my
mind."

   "That is so hot!" Dawn exhaled.  "You mean you're doing it right now? 
While we're on the phone?"

   "Yes, goddammit," I snapped at her.

   "Oh, Terri!  That is so hot!  So, should we come over now?"

   We could do it now, I thought.  But I wasn't really that ready.

   "Not now.  I want a date, a night out.  Saturday," I said, puffing with
my exertion.  "Dinner.  Drinks, lots of them.  Some dancing.  Then back
here."

   "Larry's going to be so excited!" she breathed.

   "What about you?"

   "Me?" Dawn paused.  "Oh, hell yes, Terri!  I am so wet just thinking
about it.  You just wouldn't believe.  I'm going to have to go fuck Larry."

   "Dawn?"

   "Yes?"

   "I may let you fuck my husband, honey," I said, "but you can't have
him."

   "Ditto," Dawn said, seriously.

   I punched the phone off.  "There," I said.  "It's done."

   "But we're not," Steven groaned.  "Now you can close your eyes and think
about riding Larry just like this."

   That's exactly what I did.  When I came, I screamed out his name.  It
was the best orgasm I'd had in about three years.

   Dawn and I had lunch the next day, Friday.  I was already getting cold
feet.

   "Look, Dawn, honey.  I'm not so sure about this Saturday thing," I told
her.

   Dawn's full, red lips split into a little smile showing her straight,
white teeth.  "I know.  It makes your tummy do little butterfly things,
doesn't it?"

   I nodded.  "It's just, well, I never even considered doing it with
anybody other than Steven, you know?  And, a decision made in the heat of
passion is usually not a good idea."

   "Really?  I mean, the four of us have been tight for so long.  You never
considered how it might be with Larry?" Dawn asked.

   This time I shook my head.  "Not until you mentioned it."

   "And last night when you were doing Steven.  After you hung up.  Did you
think about it then?"

   I had to admit that I had.

   "So, let me ask you," my dark-haired friend said, "did it make you feel
sexy?"

   "I came harder than I had in years."

   Dawn nodded sagely.  "See, Larry did the same for me.  He started to
make me feel sexy all the time," Dawn admitted.  "He kept talking about how
sexy I was, how guys look at me and stuff.  He encouraged me to dress sexy
and to play up my sexuality.  I feel sexy all the time now."

   "You do?"

   Dawn's eyes were glistening.  She nodded.  "I hardly ever wear underwear
anymore," she confided in a whisper.

   "Really?" I was astonished.

   "And when I do, you know, for special occasions, I wear the sexiest kind
I can find."

   "Really."

   "Yup," she said.  "You could say that I'm ready at just about any time."


   She stood up and took our plates to the sink.  "Come on, Terri.  We're
going to go shopping."

   "Now?"

   "Right now," she ordered, putting the plates in the sink.  "We're going
to go back into your bedroom, strip off whatever it is your wearing, get
you dressed to feel sexy and go shopping for lingerie."

   "I can't," I said flatly.  "I can't be walking around without underwear.
People with think I'm some kind of whore."

   "People won't know, hon.  And, if they do notice, they'll like it. 
Trust me."

   Dawn took me back into my bedroom.  She was so business-like I felt
almost no embarrassment when she made me strip down.  What happened next
absolutely floored me.

   I stood naked, except for my wedding ring.  Dawn cooed, "Oh, Terri! 
You're absolutely stunning.  You look like one of those blonde princesses
from the old fairy tales."

   She put her hand on my bare shoulder.  "Look at this," she murmured. 
Her hand slid down until she cupped the bulge of my left breast.  "This is
so perfect!" Her finger slid across my nipple sending a tingle through my
whole left side.  Then she slipped her hand down to my waist and caressed
the flair to my hip.

   "So smooth," she whispered.  "So soft.  You are gorgeous!" Her left hand
swept a stray strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. 
Her eyes flickered across my form, dancing from feature to feature.  I
started to feel extremely self-conscious.

   "Dawn," I whispered.  "I'm feeling really uncomfortable."

   Her hands cupped my face.  Two inches shorter than I, Dawn looked up
into my eyes.  Hers were sparkling.  She tilted her head then kissed me
very softly square on the lips.

   I was too stunned to even move.  Her kiss was light as a feather, yet
warm and moist.  I had never felt so tender a kiss in my life.  My juices
started to flow as she held her lips to mine.  I didn't even dare to
breath. I felt her tongue probe lightly at my lips and I thought that this
was a defining moment.  My resistance to the whole idea seemed to melt away
in a gush and I opened my mouth.

   Dawn's tongue made a gentle circle of my lips, then she sucked gently
before releasing her hold on me.  I gasped for air.

   "What?" I stammered.  "What are we doing?"

   "I never realized it before," Dawn said softly, her eyes flittering
across my face.  "I am so in love with you!  Your face, your hair.  Your
eyes, your shape." Her hands roamed across my body, lightly touching, then
moving on.  "Your smile, your laugh, your mind and body, all of it.  I am
so in love with you!"

   By this time my guts were churning and my heart was pounding in my
chest. When Dawn proceeded to kiss me again I responded with increasing
desire.  Our tongues played across one another.  Our lips melted into each
other.  Dawn's hand came to rest on my breast, gently tweaking the nipple
as we kissed.  Now my juices were really flowing.

   Dawn released my lips then trailed hers across the line of my jaw and
down my neck.  I gasped as she sucked at the join between my neck and
shoulder.  My arms automatically went to her head, caressing the soft,
brown hair, pulling it back so it wouldn't interfere with what her lips
were doing.

   What they were doing now was sliding across my chest, planting tiny
kisses as they went, until she closed them around my erect nipple.  I
gasped aloud as her tongue flicked the stiffened tissue sending sparks
across my whole body.  I felt her teeth test, then more firmly clench on my
nipple and that sensation caused a gush down below.

   "Does that mean we're, you know?" I left the phrase unfinished.

   "I don't think so," she said, her gaze boring into me.  "I still love
Larry.  I love sex with him and the idea of fucking Steven makes me
terribly hot so I don't think so.  But, I've just realized that I am in
love with you.  This is just awesome.  I love Larry, and Steven and you,
too!"

   "Dawn, honey," I began.  "Do you think we...?"

   "Oh, you're so right.  We need to stop this for now," she said.  "We'll
save it for the big event.  Anyway, we need to get on with our shopping
trip."

   Dawn turned and began digging into the drawers of my dresser.  She
settled on a white, cropped T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts above a pair
of white sandals.  I felt naked with my nipples jutting through the thin
fabric of the top and no panties between my jeans and the real me.  As the
finishing touch Dawn pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and tucked it
through the gap in a blue ball cap.

   "This is so much fun!" she giggled.  "Its like playing dress-up with a
life sized doll."

   Our whirlwind shopping trip took us to the local mall and into no less
than six boutiques.  Dawn kept saying, "Oh, this is cute!  We'll have to
get it next time." Finally she settled on her choices and we left with
three bags from three different boutiques.

   Back in my bedroom she dug into a bag and pulled out the first item.  It
looked like black dental floss.

   "The boys are going to love this," she offered holding up the thong. 
"Here.  Put it on."

   I put each item on as Dawn dug it out of the bags we'd brought from
shopping.  Everything was black.  Dawn said it contrasted with my blonde
hair and fair skin.  Truth was, we hadn't bought much.  The thong, of
course, and a pair of black, lace-top thigh highs which where barely hidden
beneath the very short hem of the black, one shoulder mini-dress Dawn had
picked out.  A separate box held the four-inch black patent-leather heels
with a cute little ankle strap.  Dawn called them come-fuck-me pumps.

   "I'm going to need practice walking in these," I told her as I slipped
on the shiny shoes.  "I'm used to flats, running shoes and much lower
heels."

   "I don't think you'll have them on very long, sweetie," Dawn kidded me.
"If the boys don't have you naked about thirty seconds after you walk in
the door, then I will!"

   "We're supposed to go to dinner and dancing before we come back here for
the main event," I reminded her.

   "Oh, that's right," she grinned.  "Well, you've got the rest of today
and all day tomorrow to practice.  Besides, maybe they'll want you to leave
them on so you can spur them on while you're getting laid."

   "What are you wearing?" I asked, teetering across the room in the
unfamiliar shoes.

   "I've got a little red dress, deep "V" in front and no back to it at all
almost.  It's so short it barely covers my ass.  But, Larry likes that. 
And a cute little pair of gold open-toed heels," Dawn concluded.

   "I hope we don't clash or anything."

   "Nope," she said.  "It will be a nice contrast.  Trust me.  And the boys
are going to like the way we look; yours, mine, and any other living,
breathing human male we happen to encounter.  You can bank on that."



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 2



   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," Steven 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 snapped.  "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 on Star Trek.  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," I continued.  "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 Steven.  "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 my husband.  "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 sensations
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!"

   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 3



   We all cleaned up after the first round of our new sexual experiment. 
Dawn and I collected chips, dips and cheeses to snack on while the men made
drinks.  All of us sat comfortably in the den, naked and chatting,
munching, drinking, and generally recharging.  For a while, the video ran
in the background virtually unnoticed.

   "Oh, crap," Dawn muttered.  "I'm getting crumbs on my tits."

   "I'm sure you'll find someone willing to lick them off," my husband
snickered.

   "Is that a proposition?" Dawn sneered, "Or, are you just making noise?"

   I felt a little flush flow through me as Steven maneuvered around and
began to lick at the firm flesh of Dawn's breasts.

   "That's going to lead to something," Larry whispered in my ear.

   "So will that," I murmured back to him.

   "What?" he asked.

   "Whispering in my ear like that.  The only thing that starts my motor
faster is kisses on my neck," I told him.

   Larry was a good kisser.  I found that out as he planted about a million
of little puckers along the left side of my neck.

   "You've got to stop that," I told him, crossing my legs at the ankles
and squeezing my thighs in an effort to control the warm feeling spreading
in my pussy.

   "Now that I know where the magic switch is," he mumbled between his tiny
assaults on my neck, "you don't expect me to forget it, do you?"

   I groaned as I lay back on the lush carpet, spreading my legs for him. I
reached for his heavy balls and cradled them in my hand as Larry followed
my descent to the floor, continuing to lick and suck at my neck.  I could
feel the power returning to his meaty cock as it swelled under my hand.

   "You're going to fuck me, again, aren't you?" I asked, my breath labored
under the attack of my own libido swelling in parallel to the growth of
Larry's cock.

   "I am," he stated simply.  He rolled his body atop mine, never relenting
in his kissing of my highly sensitized neck.

   I drew him toward me, my hand clutching his now firm cock toward the
damp slit between my legs.  I smeared the rubbery head with my juices,
guiding it up and down in the ooze between the lips of my soaking pussy. 
My body jerked as his member made contact with my engorged clit, and I
pushed it quickly back down toward my wanting opening.

   "If you're going to fuck me, put it in me now," I urged him in a
whisper.

   Larry drew away from me, supporting himself on his arms, his eyes
looking into mine.  He watched my face intently as he slid his cock deep
inside me.  I felt him ease in, splitting the labia and stretching me as
his meat lodged in my depths.

   "You like that," he said, softly.  "You like the way I feel sliding into
you."

   "Yes," I whispered in acknowledgement.  "You fill me up.  I love the way
it feels."

   "Your eyes glassed over and your face had a look of determination," he
told me.

   "You're fucking me," I murmured.  "I wanted you inside me.  I want you
to fit.  I want you to feel as good as I do with your cock inside me."

   Larry smiled.  "I feel like I'm inside a warm, velvet envelope,
caressing me on all sides, like I fit perfectly."

   I intentionally squeezed myself on him.

   "Now, Larry," I ordered him.  "Please fuck me now."

   Larry withdrew halfway and then eased himself back in.  The electric
shocks fired off along the whole length of my tunnel as I felt his member
rub along its length.  I groaned with the feeling, closing my eyes as the
sensation overcame me.

   "No," Larry said.  "Open your eyes.  I want to watch your face as I make
you come."

   I opened my eyes and looked into his face, stern and set with his
exertion.  I raised my hips to meet his next thrust and we establish as
slow, deep pattern of penetration and withdrawal.

   "That is exquisite," I told him.  "I don't think I'll ever get enough of
that."

   "You have to tell me when you're coming," Larry directed.

   "You'll know," I whispered.  "You'll be able to feel it."

   "I know," he said, "but I want to hear you admit it.  I want to hear you
tell me."

   I lay there, feeling him slide through my essence, his rhythm
inexorable, constant, inevitable, and inescapable.  Each time he drove into
me, I raised my hips to meet him, encouraging him and positioning myself to
accept his deepest thrust.

   "I love the fucking you're giving me," I whispered to him.  "No wonder
Dawn loves you so much."

   The mention of her name caused us both to look across the room at our
spouses.  Dawn had positioned herself sitting on the edge of our easy
chair. My Steven was kneeling in front of her.  Dawn had her hands wrapped
around his head as she arched her back to allow him access to her breasts.
He continued to suck on them as one of his hands probed, manipulated and
stroked her pussy.  The other was occupied on his own engorged meat,
sliding up and down it.

   "Lay down," Dawn ordered, her voice husky with desire.  "I'm going to
fuck you."

   Dutifully, Steven lay on his back, his head not three inches from mine.
In seconds Dawn knelt across his chest, then slid herself backwards until
she made contact with his cock.  She grasped it and shoved herself farther
down until my husband was buried inside her.

   "Oh, yeah," she moaned.  "God, I love that hot cock inside me."

   Steven and I, both lying on our backs, our heads inches apart, looked at
one another.  Steven smiled at me.

   "You're beautiful when you're getting fucked," he said.

   "If feels so good," I managed to get out as the sensations within me
began to build.  "He has a very nice cock."

   "I'm glad you're having fun," my husband said.

   "Oh, yes," I murmured.  "Fun and more.  You, too!"

   I turned my attention back to Larry.

   "Keep fucking me, Larry," I ordered.  "It's happening.  I'm going to
come!"

   "Tell me when," Larry grunted, his exertion making him breathless.

   "Soon," I moaned.  "I can feel it coming on!  Don't stop.  Fuck me!  Oh,
yes!  Now!" I screamed as I felt the contractions pulse through my lower
quarters.

   "Yes!" I cried, "Oh, yes!  Fuck me!  Oh, yes!  Please!"

   I felt pressure on my right hand and looked over at my husband.  His
eyes were fixed on me, his hand gripping mine as my climax washed over me.
My hips bucked against the pressure of Larry's driving cock.  I just wanted
to weep with the joy of the moment, my husband watching as my insides
clamped and released on this marvelous cock, his hand holding mine as our
friend made me come.  I felt absolutely flushed with love and tenderness
for this marvelous man who allowed me the wondrous feelings I was
experiencing.

   Larry was not done with me, yet.  With my heart full of the overwhelming
feelings of safety, security, and joy, Larry continued to drive into me,
sweeping me from the conclusion of one orgasm into the beginnings of yet
another.  I looked away from Steven to see Larry smiling broadly.  His eyes
were locked on those of his wife who was seated firmly and comfortably on
my husband, with his cock buried deeply inside her.  His hips beat against
me, shoving his hardness in and out of my quivering dampness.

   She looked on at her husband and me, her hips twitching occasionally on
Steven's hardness while Larry continued to pound into me.  His eyes shone
brightly and his nostrils flared with the exertion.  The rate of his
thrusts increased and I moaned with the glorious feeling as my next orgasm
swelled in the background.  Larry's pace quickened and I knew he was
nearing an explosion of his man-juice inside me.

   "Come deep inside me, Larry," I urged him.  "Spray your come deep
inside. I want to feel your hot juice deep in my belly."

   Larry grunted, shifted his arms a bit and drove himself onward with ever
increasing speed and determination.



   "Yes, Larry!" I cried, the orgasm cresting over me.  "Come for me.  Come
inside me!  Do it now, Larry!  Shoot your cream inside me!"

   Larry pushed his hips to the fullest extent, planting his cock in my
deepest recesses.  I felt the shaft swell as he held me there.  My own
clamping and releasing did not slacken, but milked the hot semen from his
throbbing member.  Larry groaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear in a
grunt of celebration and victory.  I could feel the splash of his come
bathing my insides, hot spurts and a warm bath of his essence.

   I screamed!  "Oh, fuck!  Oh, yes!  I'm coming, too!  Fuck, yes!"

   When Larry was spent he groaned and rolled off me, his cock leaving a
gaping emptiness between my legs.  I was a touch disappointed.  Larry was
completely exhausted.  He groaned and lay on his back on the carpet,
panting and gasping.

   I looked at Steven, who chuckled when my eyes rolled upward and I
wheezed out a "Whew!" He handed me a towel.  I quickly tucked it between my
legs to catch any of Larry's liquid that oozed out.

   "I love how you scream," Steven said.  "It's so slutty."

   "Well, I guess we know I'm a slut, now," I answered.

   "Can I expect more of the same in our bedroom?" he asked.

   I brushed my fingers across his face.  "Try to make me stop," I told
him.

   "Hey, you!" Dawn snapped at Steven.  "I yell at you."

   "I know it," Steven said, "and I love it.  Let's do it some more."

   With that encouragement, Dawn began to slowly ride my husband.  Larry
and I recovered enough to lean against the sofa, pull at our drinks and,
eventually, nibble on the remains of the snacks.  It was like watching a
porn video except we were all intimately involved with the actors.  And, we
knew they weren't acting.  The really enjoyed their time together and got
very much into it.

   Dawn stayed atop Steven through her first orgasm.

   "That was good," she said, moving off of him, "But I really prefer it
this way."

   She swung back to my husband and knelt on the carpet, planting her
forearms on the cushion of the easy chair.

   "Come on, Stud," she ordered.  "Pound me from behind."

   Larry didn't hesitate a second.  He was on his knees in a moment
pressing his engorged cock into her sweet slot as she moaned in approval.

   "Why do you like it this way?" Steven asked her.

   "Because," she said, with a little groan, "you're fucking me, really
fucking me.  I'm not being bad.  I can't keep you from fucking me.  You
have the power this way.  You're chosing to fuck me.  I'm being used by
you."

   I raised an eyebrow to Larry.  "She ever tell you about this?"

   He shrugged.  "Yeah.  She likes to be fucked more than fucking.  I think
some of it is about not knowing who is doing it.  My guess is that deep
down she'd like to be gangbanged."

   "Well, help yourself," I told him.  "After Steven is through, have a go
at it.  We'll see if that's what she really wants."

   Larry chuckled.  "I doubt I'm in any condition to do that," he said. 
"I've just had a pretty vigorous workout with my new lover."

   "I'll bet your new lover can get you into shape for another go.  Would
you like to find out?"

   "In a few minutes," he said, feigning a panting sound.  "Let me catch my
breath."

   "It will take them a while, I assume.  Drink a beer and we'll see if I
can't encourage you to participate in a mini-gangbang."

   As Steven continued to press his advantage over Dawn, Larry slowly drank
his beer.  I thought Dawn's vocalization and Steven's groans and grunts
might have some effect on Larry.  He was half-finished when I took his
member in my hand and found it only mildly turgid.

   "We will have to fix this," I said, and began to lick and suck the
generous portion of meat that Larry possessed.

   "Holy Shit!" Larry belted out as I sucked his half-flaccid member into
my warm, soft, damp mouth.  I looked into his face as his cock slid between
my lips.  I released him with a little kiss on the end.

   "You don't like it?" I asked.

   "Yeah, sure, but," he stammered.  "I just didn't think..."



   "What?  You didn't think I liked to suck cock?"

   Larry shook his head.

   "Well, I like to suck this one," I said, and dived back onto his flesh.

   By the time Steven grunted his ejaculation inside Dawn, I had Larry at
attention and raring for some hot fucking.

   "Go on, Larry," I urged.  "Go fuck your wife.  I want to watch."

   "Will you be watching?" he asked with a hint of disbelief.

   "You bet.  I want to see how you look fucking somebody else."

   Steven fell back against the sofa next to me and held out his hand for a
beer.

   "Good fuck?" I asked.

   "Hmmm," he hummed in assent.

   Larry approached his wife.  She had half turned away from the chair.

   "Hold it there, you slut," he ordered.  "Your husband wants a crack at
that sweet piece of tail."

   "You bastard," Dawn snarled at him.  "What makes you think..."

   In spite of her protest, Dawn turned back around to the easy chair as
Larry knelt behind her and began feeding his Terri-hardened cock into her
juicy slit.

   "Because, you're a slut," Larry snarled at her, "and you love to fuck.
You love to fuck and don't care who fucks you."

   Dawn hummed in ecstasy as Larry sank himself inside her.

   "You're right, you bum," she snapped.  "This body was made for fucking.
You better do it right."

   Steven and I watched as Larry pounded into Dawn for nearly fifteen
minutes.  She screamed horrible obscenities no less than three times in
that period as Larry made her come.  Finally, he could last no more.  He
grabbed her thighs and pulled her hard back against him.  He looked at the
ceiling and groaned deeply as he shot all he had inside his wife.

   He pulled away from her.

   "Christ," she griped, "what a mess!"

   Larry tossed her a towel.  "You need a shower, babe," he said.  "You got
two loads of come squeezing out everywhere."

   "I know," Dawn said.

   "Well, what did you think?" I asked Dawn.

   "About what?" she queried back at me.

   "About your mini gangbang.  Did you like it?"

   "Something else.  You need to try it."

   "You think you'd be up for a real one?" I asked.

   Dawn looked at me.  "Fucked by four or five guys, one after another,
like that?

   "Yeah," I said, "like that."

   Dawn shrugged.  "Could be fun."

   It was two in the morning after we'd all showered and reconvened in the
den.  Everyone helped me remove the remains of our snacks to the kitchen
and loaded the dishwasher.

   "You guys can sleep over," I offered Larry and Dawn.  "We've got that
spare room."

   "Where would you be most comfortable?" Larry asked me.

   "In my own bed," I said, somewhat confused by the question.

   "Good," Larry said, "that's settled.  Steven and Dawn in the spare room.
Terri and me in the master bedroom."

   "Oh!" I said.  "I didn't think..."

   Larry smiled at me.  "Unless you'd rather not."

   "No, that's not..." I stammered.  "That's fine.  Is that okay with
everybody?"

   "Fine," Dawn said.  "We're good `til breakfast.  Say, ten o'clock?"

   "Ten's good," I told her.

   "Steven?" Dawn nudged him.



   "Yeah, sure.  Ten's good."

   Larry laughed.  "The sleeping arrangements, dodo," he teased.  "Are they
all right with you?"

   "Oh, that," Steven replied, looking at Dawn.  "Yeah.  That's fine."

   We paired off, Dawn with my husband and I with hers, and made our way to
the bedrooms.

   I stripped the cover down on the bed and slid into it.  Larry got in on
the other side.  He lay on his side facing me.

   "Larry, look," I said, "I am honestly beat.  Can we get a few hours of
sleep before...you know?"



   "Sure, sweetie," he said, smiling.  "We'll sleep for a little while. 
Whoever wakes up first gets to start."

   "Yeah," I said.

   I lay there naked on my back, looking into the dark toward the ceiling
with this stranger equally naked, lying next to me.

   "Larry," I whispered.

   "Uh huh?" he responded.

   "This was really good.  I had fun."

   "Me, too, Terri.  I'm glad we did it."

   "You think we'll do it again?"

   "I don't know, Ter.  I hope so."

   "Me, too.  I didn't think I'd like it, you know, Steven and Dawn
together and all.  But, I did.  I liked watching them.  And, I was even a
little jealous when you were doing her.  I liked fucking you, too."

   Larry chuckled.  "Well, I liked fucking you, too, Ter.  You're fun,
energetic, and enthusiastic.  All those things make it fun with you."

   "Are we going to fuck again later, Larry?  Tonight, I mean?"

   "I sure hope so, Terri."

   I rolled over to face him.  My left hand snaked under the covers and
captured his manhood.

   "Uh, Terri," Larry whispered.

   "This is how I sleep with Steven.  I like the feeling of having it in my
hand."

   "Oh," he mumbled.  "Okay.  Get some sleep."

   I closed my eyes.  Sleep came quickly



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 4



   I made my way to kitchen at about 8:30.  I had help waking up from
Larry. After what was for us a very gentle session of screwing in which I
rode him to a mutual orgasm, I rinsed off in the shower, ordered him back
to bed and went to start breakfast.

   Steven arrived a few minutes after the coffee started to drip into the
carafe.

   "You okay?" he asked, his voice nicely tinged with concern.

   "I'm fine," I answered lightly.  "You?"

   "Good," he told me.  "You know," he continued after a few seconds pause,
"I've never seen you look as beautiful as you did last night.  You were
simply awesome."

   I smiled at him.  "Why baby," I said, patting him on his cheek, "don't
you know I always have the marvelous, golden glow after a good fucking?"

   "Hrmph," he snuffed.  "I don't ever remember seeing you like that after
we did it."

   I busied myself digging for biscuits, bagels, and other breakfast
paraphernalia in the refrigerator/freezer as I answered.  "Maybe you were
always too close to it before.  Maybe it was drowned out by your own warm
and wonderful glow."

   He chuckled.  "Could be." Once again, he paused a few seconds.

   "So," he said, softly.  "We're okay?"

   I stopped, turned, and looked directly at him.  "Yes, darling.  We're
okay.  We had killer sex last night, but we still love each other and I
plan on keeping you around.  Okay?"

   "Okay, Terri," he mumbled, head down.  "I didn't mean to piss you off."

   "Sweetie, I'm not pissed off.  I'm no more pissed off than if you'd had
a really terrific dinner last night.  I had one, too.  We both enjoyed it,
and are both fine, aren't we?"

   Steven nodded.  "I am," he said.

   "So am I," I told him, returning to my labors.  "Stop looking for
trouble where there isn't any."

   Steven came up from behind me and kissed me lightly on the neck.  "I
love you," he whispered.

   "I know and I love you, too.  But, you better stop that," I warned him.
"You know what happens when I get kissed on the neck.

   "Now, go get a shower and send Dawn out to help me fix this breakfast,"
I ordered him.

   "Yes, ma'am," he snapped back with a mock salute.

   My dark-haired friend arrived in a few minutes, wrapped in a terrycloth
robe.

   "Crap, Terri," she groused.  "Aren't you going to put some clothes on?"

   "I don't see why I should.  Everybody here's seen everything.  What are
you being so modest about?  Bite marks?"

   "I don't have any bite marks," she giggled.  "I just thought, since
we're back to normal today..."

   "Whatever, Dawn," I said.  "If you feel more comfortable hiding that
deliciously voluptuous slut-bitch body under a robe, that's fine with me."

   "Fine," Dawn grumbled and shrugged out of the robe.  "If you're going to
behave like a come-loving harlot, I guess I can, too."

   "Well," I said, pouring her a cup of fresh coffee, "how do you feel this
morning, besides modest."

   "Fucked," she said.  "Only, really well fucked, not fucked over.  I can
still feel him in there, you know?"

   I laughed at her.  "I'm not surprised.  What's it been, ten, fifteen
minutes?"

   Laying out the tub of strawberry cream cheese next to the bagels, I
turned and raised an eyebrow at my friend.

   "Well, a little bit longer than that," she sniffed.  "He's very
energetic, though, you know?"

   "I do know," I affirmed.  "He likes it.  And, I think he likes you,
too."

   "I did my best to make it interesting," Dawn told me.  "I could tell
Steven wasn't disappointed in you, either."

   "That feeling is mutual," I told her.  "So is the one you mentioned
before.  I can still feel him as if he was moving down there."

   "What do we do now?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

   I shrugged.  "Eat breakfast, I guess."

   "And after that?"

   "I don't know, Dawn.  This was your idea, remember?"

   "Do you guys have any plans for the rest of the weekend?"

   I thought for a moment.  "I've got thirty-six holes of golf to play, and
then there's that Iron Man competition I signed up for at the `Y'," I
joked.

   "All right," she said.  "I thought that we might just continue to spend
the weekend together.  Make it a clothing prohibited event.  You've got the
pool and the den.  If you don't mind, that is.  I'll send Larry over to the
house to get steaks and stuff to cook out tonight."

   "You mean make it a naked swap meet all weekend?"

   Dawn shrugged.  "Sure, why not?  We started last night.  We'll just
continue on until Monday when the boys head off to work."

   I thought about the idea of spending the weekend naked and available. 
It sounded like a great idea to me.

   "Except for one thing," I added.

   "What?"

   "From now on there's no exclusivity.  If I want to jump Steven's bones,
that's got to be okay.  Same with you and Larry."

   "Yeah, that's good," Dawn said, her eyes shining.  "Hell, we could even
do a couple of threesomes, you know?  Have both boys service each of us in
turn."

   "You are such a deviant pervert," I told her, laughing.

   "Well, hell, yes!" she laughed.  "And, if we feel like it, we may even
give them the dream of every stud in creation."



   "What's that?" I asked, still giggling.

   "Two girls on each guy," Dawn said, nodding sagely and smiling broadly.

   "Shhhh!" I whispered, hearing the approach of male footsteps.

   Larry walked into the kitchen clad in a pair of shorts.  "What are you
two conspiring about," he asked, bending over to kiss his wife on the lips.

   "Never you mind, stud," she said.  "Oh, and get those shorts off. 
Clothing is prohibited for the remainder of the weekend," she ordered,
winking at me.

   "So that's why there's this amazing collection of beautiful feminine
flesh exposed here."

   "Where's Steven?" Dawn asked him.

   "I haven't seen him," he answered, stepping out of his shorts.  "I
though you were his keeper."

   "I've been keeping him buried inside me, if that's what you mean," Dawn
snapped at her husband nastily.

   "Boy, I'll bet he hated that," Larry easily said, sticking his tongue
out at his wife.

   "Why don't you see if you can find him, Dawn," I suggested, "before the
two of you come to blows."

   "Blow job would be more like it," Dawn snickered, flipping Larry's
flaccid member up and down.

   "Hey!" I growled.  "Careful.  You messing with my tool, there."

   "Mighty damned possessive, aren't we?" Dawn laughed.  "All right," she
said, "I'll go see if I can find my own plaything in the form of your
husband.  We've got to teach these boys the rules, don't we?"

   "Right," I said, offering Larry a steaming cup of coffee.

   "Rules?" he asked.  "There are rules?"

   "Wait," I ordered.  "When Steven comes out we'll run over the rules for
the rest of the weekend."

   Dawn left Larry and I together in the kitchen alone.  He sipped his
coffee.  He would barely look at me.

   "What's with you?" I finally asked him.

   "Nothing," he mumbled.  "Maybe I'm a little embarrassed."

   "Why?"

   "Well, I was glad to hear we're continuing for the rest of the weekend.
Frankly, I like being with you, you know."

   "You're not getting all emotional on me, are you?  I mean, this is
supposed to be for fun, not for sloppy emotions."

   "No, no!" he protested.  "Nothing like that.  I was just remembering
earlier this morning.  You know, real early, when I woke you up, you know."

   "Oh, yeah," I responded.  It was very early in the morning when Larry
awakened me by tonguing me, licking my labia and clit until I groaned with
an orgasm.  I returned the favor, sucking him until he shot his hot come
down my throat.

   "Well, I really liked that.  I want to do it again."

   "Which part?  Eating me or getting a blow job from me?"

   "Both were delightful, Terri.  But, I really preferred licking you.  I
want to do it some more."

   I felt a shiver go through me.  Larry was artful.  I kind of wanted some
more of that, as well.

   "I don't know why you'd be embarrassed about that.  You like it.  I like
it.  Let's plan to do it some more."

   "You are just awesome, you know that?" he said.

   "Why?  Dawn ever deny you the pleasure?" I asked.

   "Nope," he said, easily.  "I just liked doing you."

   Dawn arrived dragging Steven along by his peter.  He looked damp.

   "He was in the shower," she said.  "I hurried him along."

   "Good," I said.  "Shall we begin?"

   Dawn started.  "We've decided we're all having a lot of fun.  So, we're
going to let this little rendezvous continue.  Here are the rules. 
Clothing is prohibited in this house and its confines.  If any of us has to
leave, as Larry will in a little while, only minimal clothing will be
permitted, which will be removed at once when he returns."

   "Where...?" Larry began to say until Dawn shushed him.

   "We'll tell you when and where in a while.  Be patient," she said.

   "Other than the no clothing rule, there are only two others.  No means
no, and there's no more exclusivity.  Each partner is available to
whomever. We can swap or not.  We can gang up, or not, depending on how we
feel."

   "In return for their hospitality," Dawn continued, "Larry and I will
feed Steven and Terri steaks, baked potatoes and salad tonight.  That's why
Larry has to go to our house."

   "Oh," Larry said, nodding.  "I see."

   "Sex, everybody," Dawn stated.  "Whenever and wherever, as long as your
partner agrees.  Agreed?"

   "Agreed," Steven said, looking at me.

   "Yeah, sure," Larry said.

   "Terri?" Dawn queried.



   "Absolutely."

   We cleaned up from breakfast.

   Larry seemed to follow Steve's lead.  As I was bent over loading the
dishwasher, Steve came up behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands.  I
stopped, then continued to invert the cups in the upper rack.  As I closed
it up I stood, and Steve stood with me, leaning over to kiss my neck from
behind.

   "You're pretty frisky for an old married man," I whispered to him.

   "It's been a while since I made love to my wife," he whispered back.

   Larry, as I said, seemed to follow Steven's lead.  He walked to the
table in the breakfast nook where Dawn was seated.  He held his firming
cock in one hand and caressed her head with the other.  Dawn looked at him
and licked her lips.

   "A little breakfast desert roll?" she asked.

   "With some cream for your coffee, if you like," Larry murmured.

   "Hmmmm," Dawn hummed, capturing his rubbery member in her hand and
feeding it between her beautiful, full lips.

   Meanwhile, Steven's kisses on my neck had my juices flowing.  As he
fondled my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples, my own fingers
found the damp slit between my legs and the growing little bump of my
clitoris.  I rubbed two fingers across it while my other hand slid up
Steven's leg to capture his sack.  The weight of his balls surprised me.

   "I was sure Dawn had emptied these for you," I murmured.

   "Mmmm," Steven hummed.  "She tried her best, but I'm sure there's still
some left in there for you."

   I turned around to face my husband and dropped to my knees.  His
generous cock bobbed gently in front of me.  I captured it with one hand,
my other being occupied between my own legs.  I drew his manhood toward me
and kissed the tip, sliding my tongue into the tiny slit at the end. 
Steven's hip thrust forward and his cock disappeared into my mouth, filling
me up with warm, smooth, thick meat.

   My kitchen was silent except for the slurping of Dawn and me as we
administered loving blow jobs to our respective spouses.

   Suddenly, Dawn yelled out, "Switch!"

   I looked at her, startled.

   "Let's switch!" she said emphatically, pointing her husband's erect cock
in my direction.  I pulled back from Steven and tugged his member toward my
friend.  I reached out and grabbed Larry's meat from her and pulled him to
me.

   His cock was slippery wet from Dawn's saliva, but I wasn't the least put
off.  It slid easily between my lips as I cupped his heavy ball sack in my
hand and bobbed my head on him.  The size was a little different from
Steven's.  Steven's cock was meaty and thick.  Larry was a little longer
but thinner.

   I could hear Steven groan as Dawn sucked him off.  When I looked around
Larry's thigh, Dawn had her hands latched on Steven's ass and was pumping
his hips into her face.  Her lips curled around his member as it slid in
and out of her succulent mouth.  Steven had his hands in her curly black
hair, following her movements rather than forcing them.

   Larry had his hands cupped around my jaws.  I was still fingering myself
as I fondled Larry's balls and slid my lips the length of his cock.  I felt
his heat increase as the sensations built in his loins.

   I pulled back from Larry's cock and hollered, "Switch!"

   This time, the men needed little encouragement.  Steven stepped away
from Dawn and came to me.  Larry walked the two steps to Dawn with haste.
She sucked him into her mouth and wrapped her hands around his ass, in the
same manner as she had held Steven.

   Steven's meat felt wonderful in my mouth.  I pulled back long enough to
tell him, "I love you feel in my mouth," then returned to him with
increased vigor.  This time I was determined that his spunk would be mine.
I renewed my efforts, handling his balls with gentleness but increased
speed as his meat swelled between my lips.

   "Yes, baby," I whispered.  "Come in my mouth."

   "I'm close," Steven groaned aloud.

   "Oh, yeah," Larry agreed.  "Me, too!"

   I replanted my hand on Steven's cock to steady it as I plunged down on
it.  I tightened my lips and increased the speed of my strokes, my tongue
lashing the underside, urging his come out of his body.  Steven began
thrusting with his hips, a sure indication that he could feel his orgasm
building in the back of his thighs.

   "Oh, baby," he moaned, "I'm coming!"

   Steven's cock seemed to swell in size, then the bottom twitched and the
first spurt of his hot come splashed into my waiting mouth.  I swallowed
quickly and readied myself for the onslaught of the next few spasms.

   "Oh, yes," he groaned.  "Oh, that is good."

   The splash of his come bathed my tongue and coated the tissue of my
mouth.  It felt warm, slimy and salty, all at once.  I swallowed again, and
my tongue pressed along the bottom of his cock, from base to tip, milking
out whatever raiment of his jism remained within.  I started sucking in
earnest, urging him to send his seminal fluids to me.

   "Oh, God!" Larry called out.  "Suck it, baby!"

   I caught Dawn's eye as she accepted the first squirt of Larry's juices.
Then she pulled away as the remaining spurts landed on her face, her lips,
and on her throat.  It was the sexiest thing I'd seen.  Dawn had herself a
come bath with her husband's juices, the same juices I'd swallowed early
this morning, and the same juices that had been filling my pussy since last
night.

   I moved toward Dawn.  I felt entranced by the sight of Larry's come on
her face and neck.  I reached out my tongue and licked it off her face,
then her lips.  What had started as a lick turned into a French kiss as
Dawn sucked my come-coated tongue into her mouth.  My heart was pounding in
my chest as I realized what was happening.  Not only was I engaged in a
super-sexy weekend long swap session, but I was actually involved in my
first female-on-female sexual encounter.

   Dawn held my head as I withdrew from our kiss and aimed for the come
spurt that Larry had landed on her neck.  I opened my mouth and planted it
on the velvety soft skin, licking the come from her flesh.

   I pulled back from Dawn.  "My knees won't stand much more of this," I
whispered hoarsly.  "Let's go into the den."

   We made our way into the den, Dawn leading, I following and the men
behind us.  Once their, Dawn sat on the carpet and motioned to me to sit
next to her.  I sat facing her.  We wrapped our arms around one another and
Dawn's lips found mine.  I felt her tongue pressing against my lips and
opened to allow her access.  Our tongues battled as if unable to get enough
of the taste and feel of one another.

   I felt her hand locate my breast and begin to fondle it.  Likewise, I
released my grip on Dawn and tried to find the flesh of her breast.  She
was so soft yet firm.  Her nipple felt like a little rubber hump in the
center of that soft mound of flesh.  I focused on tugging it like I like to
have my tugged.

   Having gone this far, I thought, what the hell?  From that point on I
concentrated on touching, kissing and fondling Dawn the way I like to feel
it.  That is probably why women often say other women are better at making
love than men.

   Speaking of men, when I looked up, Steven was seated on the easy chair
watching with his mouth agape.  Larry was behind me on the sofa, leaning
forward as if he was going to miss something.

   Dawn lay back on the carpet, her breasts pointed to the sky.  I rolled
forward until I lay close to her.  My mouth sought out her breasts and I
began to tongue her nipples.  Dawn took my right hand and guided it to the
soft folds between her legs.  I knew what she wanted.  I spread her lips
with my fingers and gently probed and rubbed on her clit.  Her knees came
up and her hips thrust forward until one of my fingers penetrated her.  She
groaned.

   "Sixty-nine," she whispered.

   I froze for a second.  I had never done this before.  I hoped
desperately I wouldn't screw it up.

   I rolled over on top of Dawn.  Using the forefingers of both hands I
spread her lips and stuck my tongue on the gleaming pearl of her clit.  At
the same time, I felt her fingers invade me, and a soft, strumming
sensation across my own clit.  Dawn clamped her lips on my labia and
attacked my clit with lips, tongue and little nibble with her teeth.  It
felt glorious!

   If this is what it felt like, I knew I had to give the same sensation to
my friend.  I pressed my lips into Dawn's pussy.  My tongue slid easily
down her slit and into her waiting hole.  This hole, I thought, where my
husband's cock had so recently lodged.  I slid my tongue in a circle, then
slid back out and down to her clit, which I tried to suck into my mouth.

   Dawn's hips bucked against my assault.  I slid the bottom of my tongue,
the slickest part, along her clit.  Dawn pounded up and down as I did,
setting her own rhythm for the stimulation of her delicate sense organ.  At
the same time I could feel her tongue and fingers probing me.  Every time
she licked across my clit it made shivers run along my spine.

   We continued to lick, dig and tantalize each other in this fashion until
Dawn moaned.

   "I'm coming," she groaned.  "Press it harder and I'll come."

   I pushed on her clit with my tongue, sweeping it across with increasing
intensity and speed.  Her hips bucked up and down on my face.  I was so
concentrated on making my friend come that I lost track of what she was
doing to me.

   "Oh!" I heard her cry.  "Oh, yes!  Terri!  Make me come!"

   The last was almost a scream.  I drove two fingers deep inside her as I
continued to lick ferociously at the pearl-like bud of her clit.  I could
feel the contractions of her vaginal tunnel as the convulsion swept through
her.  What I also felt was her fingers deep inside me.  I assume it was her
thumb flaying my clit.

   The inside of my thighs ached with wanting.  In the pit of my belly I
could feel the ball of my orgasm beginning.  I plunged my hips on her hand,
urging her to bring me to completion.  Suddenly she rolled me over and
drove her fingers into me in nearly brutal fashion.  She was fucking me
with her fingers, licking my clit and slit and pushing me over the edge.

   "I'm coming, Dawn!" I wept.  "Oh, yes, sweetie, I'm coming."

   The contractions swept through me.  I cried in ecstasy.  "Oh, yes!  Oh,
yes!  Oh, please, yes!" was all I could verbalize.

   When the sweep of our orgasms had passed, we lay on the floor, naked and
nearly exhausted.

   Dawn hunched herself up on her elbows.  "Well," she said with finality.
"Never done that before."

   "Me either," I said, from my position flat on the floor.

   "What did you think?" she asked Steven, looking at him over her head.

   "It was hot," he said.  "Definitely hot."

   "And you?" she asked her husband, who was facing her.

   "Amazing.  Incredible."

   She turned toward me.  "What did you think?" she asked.

   I considered my answer for a long time.  "I think," I said, slowly,
"that I'm glad you and I did this.  I hope we'll do it again, sometime."

   "There's a `but' in there," she said.

   I shrugged my shoulders.  "What can I say?  I prefer cock."

   Everybody laughed.



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 5



   "It's all just an act, you know," I told Dawn as we lay naked sunning
ourselves by the pool, greased up with sun block, both wearing dark
glasses.

   She had commented on my apparent ease with remaining in the nude as we
maneuvered around the house and patio area.  Her husband, Larry, had
departed to collect items for the evening's dinner from their house, two
doors down from ours.  My husband, Steven, lay on the opposite side of the
pool as Dawn had demanded.

   "We need to do some girl talk," she ordered.  "Buzz off!"

   Steven hadn't even grumbled.  He simply dove into the pool and emerged
on the other side, situating himself on one of the plastic chairs placed
sporadically around the perimeter of the pool.

   "What do you mean by an act?" Dawn asked.  "You seem to be quite
comfortable and confident."

   "I'm acting," I said.  "It's my nature to be kind of modest.  So I'm
fighting that instinct to behave like I don't care.  I'm really very
conscious of my nudity."

   "Maybe that's what makes you so hot," Dawn proffered.  "That sense of
being naughty makes you seem very sexy.  Hell!  I mean, you ARE sexy.  That
sensuality just seems to surround you.  We can almost feel it."

   "Well, we are being naughty, aren't we?" I answered.  "I seem to
remember being fairly well put off by the idea at first."

   "Yes, but the more we talked about it, the more interested you got."

   "That was your fault, and Steven's.  Don't you think it's sexy and
naughty?"

   "Of course I do.  That's why I'm loving it.  It's not every day I get to
fuck somebody besides Larry, you know."

   I thought for a minute about how that sounded.  "Have you done this
before, then?" I asked her.

   "Nope," she said easily.  "I haven't had any strange cock in the six
years we've been married.  But, I have to tell you, I really like it."

   "So you'll do it some more?"

   Dawn raised herself up on her elbows.  I watched from behind my
sunglasses as a little drop of sweat rolled between her gorgeous breasts.
"I think I'm comfortable with you and Steven.  Larry seems to be all right
with it.  I don't know that I'd feel the same way with somebody else in the
picture."

   I was silent, formulating my next thought.  "Do you think we'll do this
again sometime?"

   Dawn lay back on her lounger.  "I'd like to," she said.  "I like Steven.
I like the shape, weight and texture of his cock, in my mouth and my pussy.
He's good, you know, Ter.  You're lucky to have him."

   I looked over at my husband leaning back in his chair with a small smile
on his face.

   "I know.  He's a sweetheart, too.  He was all worried this morning that
I'd be pissed off about him being with you."

   "Were you?"

   "No, Sweetie.  I think that I'd be a lot more uncomfortable if it wasn't
you and Larry.  But, knowing you guys, and loving you the way I do, it's
made this a lot easier to do.  I knew you were fucking him to fuck him, not
to steal him away from me.  That's why I could behave so wantonly with
Larry.  It was just sex."

   "Tell me about Larry, Ter.  Has he been good?"

   "Oh, yeah!  He's been terrific!  Thing is, I can't help thinking about
the way the two of you are together when he's fucking me.  I wonder if you
get the same kind of feelings I do, like, when he was eating me out.  He's
really good at that, you know.  Then, when I was giving him a blow job, I
wondered if I was as good for him as you are."

   "Well," Dawn said, slowly, "he'd better be good.  I told him he'd better
treat you like a precious present that I'm giving him.  It's his ass if he
doesn't do you right."

   "He's been great.  Really.  Very attentive and enthusiastic."

   "Look at that hunk over there," Dawn said, referring to Steven across
the pool, waving her hand in his general direction.  "You know, his cock is
just about perfect."

   "It is a nice one," I agreed.

   "Can I keep sharing it with you?" she asked, a broad grin on her face.
"I really, really like it."

   "I don't see why not," I answered, "as long as you don't mind sharing
yours with me."

   Hers arrived with the dinner items in a large cooler.  He opened the
door to the patio and smiled broadly when he saw us lying naked next to the
pool.

   "What should I do with this stuff?" he hollered.

   "Leave the steaks out to thaw," Dawn hollered back.  "Leave the salad
stuff on ice.  Then take off those fucking shorts and come on out here."

   When Larry finished his task and walked toward us, Dawn issued another
order.

   "We're having a girl talk," she said.  "Go sit over there with your
buddy.  We'll let you know when we want you."

   "Fine," Larry said with a broad grin.  "I'll just sit over there and
watch the two luscious sluts on the other side of the pool, dreaming about
how nice it will be to fuck both of you."

   "Speaking of that," Dawn whispered, "have you thought any more about
taking on both of them or ganging up on them?"

   "Sure!" I answered.  "But we've got plenty of time."

   "You're right," she said, shifting her position slightly.  "For new, we
can just lie here and bake, get all hot and nasty, and imagine what it
would be like to suck one while the other fucks us."

   "You've got it all planned out, haven't you?" I laughed at my friend.

   "Pretty much.  I'm planning on sucking your husband's perfect cock while
mine fucks me from behind.  I love having that cock of his in my mouth."

   "Or anywhere else," I quipped.

   "Yeah," Dawn laughed.  "It's a nice, snug fit in my pussy, too."

   "Have you ever done two at once before?" I asked.

   Dawn tilted down her glasses and peered at me over the top.  "Sweetie, I
told you this was the first time I ever did something like this."

   "Of course.  I forgot."

   "Have you?"

   "Me?  Well, I pulled the train for the track team once.  Then there was
the time I took on the chess club."

   "Sorry I asked," she said.  "Seeing you like you've been today makes me
forget you used to be the uptight old Terri."

   "Did you actually think I was uptight?"

   "Repressed, uptight, staid and a little prudish.  But, I think you're
growing out of it.

   "When Larry first mentioned he'd like to fuck you, I told him he was
dreaming," she continued.  "I didn't really think we'd ever get to this
point."

   "Because I was such a prude?"

   "Something like that.  I've got to tell you, I was stunned when you
called the other night, you know, when you said we should try this."

   "While I was fucking Steven, you mean."

   "Well," she said, slowly, "especially that you actually told me you were
doing him right then.  It was a bit of a shocker."

   "I have to admit, it was a bit out of character for me.  This whole
business is outside the realm of anything I'd ever considered."

   "But, its okay, isn't it?" Dawn asked.  "I mean, we are having fun,
aren't we?"

   "Yeah.  It's okay.  It's more than okay.  I'm having a really good
time."

   "Underneath every prude is a slut clawing to get out," Dawn remarked.

   "Now you think I'm a slut," I told her, trying to sound injured.

   "Definitely," she said.  "And, I'm so proud of you."

   "Larry!" she hollered across the pool.  "Come on over.  I need to ask
you something."

   Larry dove into the pool and in several strong strokes was supporting
himself on his forearms as he looked at us.

   "Do you think Terri is a slut?" she polled him.

   "What is this, a trick question?" he asked in return.

   "Just answer," Dawn snapped at him.

   "I think she's energetic, enthusiastic, and fun.  How's that?" he said.

   "A slut," Dawn said.  "Okay.  You can go back to your holding pen.

   "Steven!" she bellowed.

   In a trice Steven was on our side of the pool.

   "What?"

   "Do you think your wife is a slut?" Dawn asked.

   "No," Steven said, faithfully.  "She's a highly strung sexual creature,
but not a slut."

   "She's a slut," Dawn said, "and if you don't watch her, she'll be
fucking every capable male in the cul-de-sac.  Now that she knows she likes
it, she's going to fuck everything that moves."

   "I seriously doubt that," I said.

   "Steven," Dawn said, "why don't you go make us some margueritas?  And,
if you do it well and are a nice boy, I might let you get close to some
pussy later on."

   "You know," Steven told her, "you have tendencies toward being a real
bitch."

   "I know," Dawn answered with a small shrug, "but I'm a fantastic piece
of ass."

   "That you are, speaking of sluts," Steven mumbled, then grinned broadly
at her.

   "Go!" she ordered him.  "It's your responsibility to make us into
drunken sluts."

   Steven padded off toward the kitchen signaling Larry to follow him.

   "I believe," Dawn said, "that we ought to double team him when he comes
back."

   "What about Larry?"

   "He can fend for himself for a half hour or so.  Hell, he may even be
creative enough to figure out a way to join in."

   When Steven reappeared with the drinks Dawn had him set the tray on a
table.  She took a sip from one of the glasses and pronounced it
acceptable. Then she took hold of his flaccid cock and announced, "Your
wife and I have decided that you need to get laid.  Set your ass down over
there and we'll see if we can't fulfill that need."



   Steven sat on the lounger where she'd pointed.

   "Lie down," she ordered, motioning me to join her.

   Dawn and I knelt on opposite side of the lounger.  She started by
sucking his rubbery manhood into her mouth and manipulating it a bit.  Then
she handed it to me.

   "You can suck on my tits while Terri makes you ready to fuck," she told
my husband.

   I licked the length of him and swirled my tongue around the head. 
Steven dutifully licked and nibbled at Dawn's glorious globes, paying
particular attention to her dark nipples.

   Soon, Dawn reached back and took his prick away from me.  She leaned
over it and swallowed the meat until her nose was buried in his pubic
growth.  Steven made a sucking sound through his teeth as Dawn's tongue
flailed along the hardening surface of his member.

   She pulled back long enough to lick her wet lips and whisper to me, "You
ride his face.  c I'm taking this glorious cock."

   I stood next to my husband's lounger even with his head.

   "I want you to eat me," I whispered hoarsely.  Then I stepped astraddle
the lounger and settled myself over his lips.

   Steven's tongue slashed into me, causing me to moan.  His lips and
tongue found the bead of my clit and he proceeded to lash against it,
sending shockwaves through my body.

   I unsteadily stood up, realizing I couldn't see what Dawn was doing.  I
reversed my position and lowered myself back onto Steven's face.

   Dawn had Steven's cock nearly erect.  She played her fingers across its
length, kissed and licked it up and down, and cradled his balls in her
hand. She finally looked up at me and smiled naughtily.  She put out her
hands and interlaced her fingers with mine.  Then she squatted across
Steven's hips.  She pulled her own hips up his abdomen until she could feel
the head of his cock at the entrance to her vaginal orifice.  Steven
groaned into my pussy as Dawn slid herself onto his hardness.

   Her eyes were slightly glazed for a second as she adjusted to the girth
of him inside her.  She exhaled heavily and the glaze cleared.

   "That is such a nice cock," she whispered to me, and leaned forward.

   Our lips met and Steven groaned again as Dawn slid nearly off his
hardness.  Dawn's kiss was hot and moist, her tongue lashed into my mouth
and I could taste the remnants of my husband's precum.

   She pulled back very slightly.  "Is he eating you," she whispered.

   I nodded.  "Yes," I whispered back.

   "His cock is throbbing inside me," she told me.  "I think he wants to
fuck me."



   "Who wouldn't?" I asked her.  "You're a fantastic piece of ass."

   Dawn began an up and down motion on my husband, using my shoulders for
support.

   "Oh, baby!" she murmured.  "I love the feel of him moving in and out."

   Steven's tongue was like a crazy little worm, wriggling and stabbing at
my tenderness.  It was all I could do to concentrate on anything but that.
Still, Dawn's beautiful breasts seemed to beckon my hands.  I cupped them,
running my fingers across her swollen nipples.  She leaned forward to kiss
me again and I could feel Steven's hips as they rose to plunge himself
deeper inside.

   Our tongues battled one another in a mad dash as Dawn bounced on
Steven's cock.  I sucked her tongue with real vigor, trying to hold it in
my mouth.  It was as if it was an extension of Steven's manhood, running
through Dawn's body and out through her tongue.  I had the desperate urge
to feel his cock as it plunged inside her.

   Sparks seemed to fly in my brain as Steven's tongue and Dawn's met in my
body, hers in my mouth and his in my pussy.  Would this be what it felt
like to have two cocks in the same way?  It was something I was now fixated
on.  Before this day was out, I knew I would have to have both men
penetrate me at the same time.

   Steven was fucking both of us.  His tongue plunged into my hole while
his cock drove into Dawn's.  I released Dawn's tongue to gasp as the
blue-green ball of my orgasm swelled, turned gold, then burst over me,
causing me to shudder and scream.

   "Oh, my God!" I yelled.  "I'm coming!"

   "Come for me, baby!" Dawn urged.  "Come for me on your husband's tongue
while I fuck him!"

   That did it.  I was over the top.  I cried, and cried out.

   "Oh, please, yes!" I wailed.  "Fuck him!  Fuck him for me!"

   Dawn's tits bounced madly as she pounded herself of my Steven.  Her eyes
began to get that glassy look again.

   "Oh, yes!  Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she moaned.

   I stood up, releasing my husband.  His hips leaped off the wooden slats
of the lounger, driving himself into my friend's fiery love hole.

   I knelt beside him and whispered in his ear.  "I love you, Steven.  Fuck
her for me.  Fuck her full of your hot come.  I want you to fuck her.  I
want it, Steven."

   "Oh, jeez!" he screamed.  "I'm coming!"

   "I'm watching, Steven," I whispered.  "I'm watching you fill her up. 
I'm watching and I love seeing you like this.  Make her come."

   "Oh, God!" he wailed.  "I can't hold back!"

   Steven's first shot of hot come must have triggered something in Dawn.

   "Oh, yes!" she yelled.  "Please, fuck!  Yes!  Fuck!"

   Steven groaned mightily as he unloaded in my friend's pussy.  I stroked
his forehead.

   "Pump her full of your hot come, baby.  I love you so much!  You fuck so
good!"

   Steven was panting, his breath coming in ragged bursts.  He looked over
at me.  His eyes were shining brilliantly.

   "What were you doing?" he asked, each word between one of the gasps.

   "Cheering you on?" I offered.

   "I thought I would explode," he said, his words coming a little easier.
"It was absolutely the hottest thing I'd ever heard.  You are amazing."

   I grinned from ear to ear.  "It was instinct," I told him.  "I didn't
plan it."

   Steven reached a hand under my chin and pulled my lips to his.  I could
taste my own juices on his face as he gently, seductively kissed me.

   "Simply amazing," he said.  "You are, without a doubt, the most sexually
charged creature on Earth."

   "Well, how about you?" I said softly to him.  "Did you ever kiss your
wife while your cock was buried in another woman's pussy?  That's pretty
sexy."

   "Just think," Dawn said, "if we'd quit last night like we planned, we'd
have all missed this."

   "Yeah," Steven nodded, reaching up and grabbing Dawn's breasts in a firm
hold.  "I'm glad you wanted to extend play time.  This I wouldn't have
missed."

   "What'd I miss?" Larry called, strolling out from the house.



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 6



   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.  Terri
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.

   Steven 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?"



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 7



   Steven found me straightening up in the master bedroom.  The bed was a
tangle of sheets and blankets.

   "Hey, sweetheart," he said, his voice a low, comforting sound.

   "Hey, baby," I replied.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Just sort of straightening up," I told him.  "I was feeling guilty
about not neatening up."

   "Anything else?"

   "Anything else?  What do you mean?" I didn't know what he was asking.

   "I was just wondering if you were feeling guilty about anything else,"
he said.

   I smiled at him.  "No, baby," I said.  "Why?  Do you think I should?"

   "No, no!" he protested.  "I was just checking your emotional state."

   I had to laugh.  Here we were, both naked, and recently fucked by our
next door neighbors, and my husband wanted to know what my emotional state
was.

   "I'm fine," I said.  "You still love me, don't you?"

   "Sure do," he responded.

   "Well, then, I'm good.  As long as you're not planning on leaving me for
that dark-eyed vixen, we're fine."

   "You know, you're incredibly sexy," Steven said aftera short pause.

   Actually, I wasn't feeling particularly sexy at that moment.  I just
felt naked.  In fact, I could still feel the warm sensation of Larry's cock
pounding away inside me.

   "Uh huh," I told my husband, not sounding convinced.

   "Really," he continued.  "All these images I've stored up of you in the
throes of passion keep popping into my mind.  You are terribly sexy."

   I stopped brushing at the bed covers and faced him.  I could tell he was
worried about my reactions to this weekend.  I decided to reassure him.  I
stretch a hand out to touch his chest.

   "I'm okay, baby, really," I insisted.  "I wonder whether you'll continue
to love me as the slut I've become, but as long as you do, I'll be fine."

   "I wish there was a nicer word," he said.  "Sexually mature, active,
aware.  I don't know.  That word has such a negative connotation."

   "Aha!" I laughed.  "So you agree I am a slut!"

   "That's not fair," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.  "I told
you I didn't think that expression fit you.  But, I do think you like to
fuck."

   "You knew that before," I reminded him.  "Haven't I always been
enthusiastic in bed?"

   "With me, yes," he nodded.  "I just didn't know you could or would be
the same way with somebody else."

   "I'm not," I told him.  "When you and I make love, it's different.  I
mean it.  There's something special that happens with us that I don't get
with Larry.  It's nice and all, and I would be lying if I said there wasn't
some emotion going on.  But, our sex seems to be more than that.  There's a
synergy that I don't experience with him."

   "A synergy, huh?" he chuckled.  He kissed me lightly on the forehead.

   "Yes," I whispered.  "And, if you don't mind, I'd like to experience it
now."

   His hand drifted to my left breast.  He brushed the nipple with his
fingertips sending a shivering sensation through my body.  "But you just
made love to me out there," he said.

   I shook my head.  "Not the same.  I sucked you off while Larry fucked
me. But, it could have been anybody's cock, Steven.  That wasn't about
loving you.  That was about having two cocks at the same time."

   I knelt in front of him and took his marvelous member in my hands. 
"This," I said, as I licked the semi-hard flesh, "is loving you." I sucked
him between my lips, my tongue dancing across the skin, feeling the power
as he grew in my mouth.

   Steven groaned.  "Oh, babe," he murmured.  "I didn't think I had another
one in me."

   I withdrew my lips for a second.  "It's the synergy," I whispered, then
drew him back into my mouth.

   This was wonderful, I realized.  My husband's cock had a marvelous
rubbery feel as I pressed my tongue on it.  It was growing harder, but the
skin was velvety soft and smooth.  I licked around it, then up and down its
length.  Steven moaned.  I kissed the very tip, tasting the drop of salty
pre-cum that oozed from it.  I sucked it harder, feeling its head bounce
deep in my mouth.  Then I licked at it again as I let him withdraw.

   This great feeling of manipulation and power as I made my husband hard,
wanting me, feeling my lips, tongue and mouth around him made my own juices
begin to flow.

   "I want you to take me," I whispered.  "Missionary position.  Take me
here on our bed."

   I turned around and lay on the bed, spreading my legs for him.  "My
pussy is hot for you," I whispered.  "I want your cock inside me.  I want
to feel you down there.  I want to feel you in my pussy.  Come on, Steven,"
I told him, "take what is yours.  Make me cum and cum inside me.  Flood me
with your cum."

   Steven knelt at the end of the bed.  He pulled me toward him.  His cock
touched the lips of my pussy.  He held it in his hand, rubbing it up and
down the smooth slit, the head brushing across the clit, making me gasp. 
Then, he eased it toward the slick opening.  I spread myself wider for him,
urging him into me.

   "Yes, baby," I whispered.  "Fuck me with your glorious cock.  Claim me
as yours again."

   He obliged with maddening slowness.  Ever so gently I felt him enter,
the head splitting the opening to my love canal.  Then he withdrew a bit
and pushed back toward me, a little at a time.  In and out, tiny motions
that drove me mad with desire for him.

   "Oh, please, my love," I pleaded.  "I want you to fuck me.  I love it
when you fuck me.  I love having your cock slide in and out of me.  Fuck
me, baby, please."

   Steven groaned again as he sank his length into me.  I was full.

   "Wait," I whispered to him.  "Just hold it there for a minute.  Let me
feel your hardness buried inside me.  I do so love it when you fuck me."

   I looked into his eyes, slightly glazed and smoky with desire.  His
hands clasped my thighs, pulling my body onto his member.  I felt the throb
of him in my canal.  It made me want more motion.

   "Now," I whispered again.  "Now you can fuck me.  Fuck me good, my
darling.  Show me that I'm yours, that you can take me whenever you want.
Fuck me and take me."

   Steven began to thrust.  My body quivered as the movement triggered the
nerve ending inside me.  I whimpered as the feelings grew in intensity,
then began to reciprocate my husband's thrusting.  My hips lifted to meet
him, then withdrew slightly as he pulled back.  My hands found his hips and
I grasped them.  I pulled him into me and pushed him away, helping him
achieve the rhythm that seemed to work for us.

   "You're not thinking about Dawn, now, are you?" I whispered.

   He shook his head.  "No," he gasped.  "Just you."

   "That's right," I said.  "You're fucking your wife now.  After all her
fucking around, your claiming what is yours.  I'm a slut, Steven.  I love
to fuck.  But, I'm your slut.  I love fucking you best of all."

   Steven continued his thrusting.  I wanted to weep with the glorious
feeling of it all.

   "I watched you fuck her," I told him.  "I saw your cock sliding in and
out of her.  And, I could feel it.  I could feel you fucking me as you
fucked her.  And, I wanted it.  I wanted you.  You can fuck her if you
want, Steven.  But, you have to promise to always come home and fuck me."

   "I promise," he gasped.  "I promise I will always love you."

   The friction of his cock on my labia started the sensations building.

   "You're making me cum," I whispered to him urgently.  "Please, don't
stop fucking me.  I want to cum on your cock, your hot, hard cock."

   The mind, they say, is the strongest sexual organ in the body.  I set
mine on achieving the most wonderful climax in my life.  I pictured my
husband's cock driving in an out of Dawn's pussy lips, on the way he pushed
them in and puckered them out with his motion.  They became symbolic of
mine as my mind imagined the view from below as Steven plunged in and out
of me.  The electrical humming of my nerves grew and my ears closed off as
a sound like crashing waves grew in my head.  I screamed for him, pushing
against the feeling building inside me.  As I pushed, I could feel the wave
lifting me up, then releasing me to fall across the back side.

   Steven plunged into me, time after time.  His face was set, his jaw
outlined by the muscles clenching as he worked.  Below, his cock seemed to
grow between strokes.  He became larger and more powerful each time he
entered me.

   "You feel so big!" I yelled at him.  "It's so good!  Yes, baby!  Keep
fucking me!"

   "You are so beautiful," he murmured.  "I love to watch you cum."

   "Make me cum again, baby," I shouted.  "Yes.  Keep going."

   The electric hum began another crescendo as my husband pounded himself
into my depths.  I concentrated on that sensation.  My depths, I though. 
His cock, pounding into my depths.  His beautiful cock, that I had licked
and sucked, felt with my mouth and tongue, now inside me, rubbing,
touching, all of my innermost parts.  The wave approached again.

   "Yes, baby!" I shouted.  "I want it!  I want your cock!  I want your
cum! Please fuck me!" The last was a scream as the wave broke below and
washed me down the sharp slope.

   Steven grunted.  "I'm cumming," he gasped.  "Oh, yes!  I'm cumming!"

   He buried his wonderful cock deep within me.  I could feel the
pulsations as his jets of semen spurted up its length and spewed inside me.
The splashes were warm and reassuring.  Steven groaned three more times and
the pulsations ebbed.  He held his position over me for a minute, looking
into my eyes.  Then he leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips.

   I clutched his cock and his cum inside me.  Steven smiled as he noticed
the motion.  His panting breaths eased as he looked into my face.

   "You're mine, you know," he said, unevenly.

   "I know," I whispered, loving him.

   Dawn looked up from the trashy novel she was reading on the lounger by
the pool.

   "Where have you been?" she asked.

   I slid my frame into the lounger next to hers.  "With Steven," I said.
"We were reconnecting."

   "Reconnecting, my ass," she huffed.  "You fucked him, didn't you?"

   "You're an ignorant bitch, sometimes," I told her.  "I love you, but you
really are a hard case, sometimes.

   "Steven and I had some time together.  What we did was fuck, but there
was more to it than that.  When we make love there is more to it than the
physical action.  There is an emotional element that transcends the
physical.  It is the very special part of our relationship that goes beyond
the tab A into slot B, pump and squeeze."

   "Very esoteric," she commented.  "So, is he upset about the tab A, slot
B thing you've been doing with Larry?"

   "He is not," I told her, chuckling.

   "And you're not going weird about his doing me, are you?"

   "No, Dawn.  I'm not going weird at all."

   "The two of you did talk, though, didn't you?" she pressed.

   "Of course."

   "And?"

   "And," I said, slowly, "we've decided we're on a mission of discovery."

   "I meant what I said, you know," Steven told me during our after-sex
cooling down.

   "About me being yours?" I asked.

   "That," he affirmed.  "And that I think you're incredibly sexy.  In
fact, I've decided that I love watching you get laid."

   "Oh, you do?" It reminded me that Steven had not only watched me get
laid, but had been a cheerleader at one point.  "I thought that might be
the case."

   "It really turns me on, Terri.  Watching you, I mean.  I'm not sure how
to describe how I feel, but it is very exciting for me."

   I knew exactly what he meant.  "You know, I watched you, too," I
reminded him.  "It does the same for me.  When we make love, I'm all
wrapped up in what I'm feeling.  But, when I watch you, I get a chance to
appreciate you in all your glory.  I can watch the reactions you stimulate
in your partner, recognize them and appreciate them all the more because
I've had the same reactions.  And, I can watch your face and hips, your
hands and back as you work your magic on her.  It is very exhilarating."

   "That's it!" he said, excitedly.  "Watching you allows me to really see
how you act and react with vision unclouded by my own involvement in the
physical act.  By not having the pressure to perform I can fully appreciate
the experience you're having."

   The memory of him fucking Dawn flooded back into my mind.  I remember
thinking what a marvelous man he was, how skillfully and proficiently he
brought Dawn to the state of orgasmic arousal that caused her to scream and
curse, urging him on.  When I heard him groan with his own release, I could
almost feel the hot spurts of his semen jetting inside me.  I couldn't help
but grin at the sensation.

   "What?" he asked.

   "Just remembering," I replied.  "I liked watching your ass muscles
tighten up when you shot your cum into her."

   Steven smiled at me.  "I didn't know they did that."

   I nodded.  Then, I wondered if there was anything specific he liked
about watching me.

   "Whoosh!" he breathed.  "Where to begin?  I love watching your face. 
You get that glazed look in your eyes when your cumming.  And, the sounds.
The groans, moans and wails are thrilling.  What else?  Oh, yeah.  When you
grabbed his cock and started licking and sucking him?  I've got to tell
you, Ter.  That was just amazing.  You know, there's always the thought
that you do it out of a sense of, I don't know, duty, maybe?  But, when you
did that, wrapped your lips around his cock, I knew then that you really
liked it.  I thought I would burst."



   "So you like watching me suck cock," I stated.

   He nodded.  "You're incredible."

   "And you like watching and hearing me when I cum."

   "I can't help it," Steven said.  "It makes me hot."

   "So, I guess this is not a one-time thing, is it?"

   Steven balked.  "Now, wait a minute, baby.  I didn't say that."

   "No, you didn't.  You said you liked watching me." That was all that he
had said.  Was he prepared for my reaction to that?  Did he know that I
liked the fact that he was watching?  Did he know that once I was beyond
the point of resistance that I loved getting laid while my husband watched
me?

   "How are you going to watch me if we don't do this again?" I asked him.

   He shrugged.

   "Did you ever consider that I liked the idea of you watching me?" I
pressed my hand into his chest.

   "Really?" he said.

   "That's right," I nodded.  "I have discovered that I've got a streak of
exhibitionism in me.  I like performing for you.  I didn't know that.  In
fact, I want you to watch me as I'm getting laid.  Not to humiliate you.  I
just want you to see that I am a good fuck and that I really love it."

   These were all new thoughts for me.  I was normally staid, reasonable,
devoted, and monogamous.  What this weekend had brought out in me was that
I had a streak in me that wanted to rebel against the norm.

   Steven chuckled.

   "There are things about me that even I didn't know before," I continued.
"I am a sexual creature.  I wasn't aware of that.  I love the feel, the
sensation, the vision of sex.  I like the feel and taste of a cock in my
mouth.  I like being eaten and fucked.  I love watching you eat and fuck a
woman.  I mad about the idea of you watching me in all these activities. 
But, at the same time, I want the security of knowing that you and I are
something special together, that we share these experiences together, and
that we will always come back to one another for the emotional side of our
life together."

   Steven nodded slowly.  "Okay."

   "We have to talk, Steven," I insisted, "all the time.  Just like this. I
have to know what you are thinking, and I think it's important that you
know what I'm thinking."

   "I agree," he said.

   "I don't care if you fuck Dawn or anybody else," I said, "as long as I
know about it and have an opportunity to do the same, and as long as
neither of us falls in love."

   "That sounds fair," he told me.

   "I love you, Steven," I told my husband, "and I believe you love me.  I
think we can both be happy with this arrangement if we're honest,
forthright, and up front about it.  Love is love.  That belongs only to us.
Sex is fun, exciting, exhilarating, an adventure, no matter who is getting
laid.  Can we keep the two distinct and separate?"

   "I'm willing to give it a go if that's what you want, Ter," he said.

   "That's what I want, Steven," I replied.  "I so love watching you get
laid.  I can't wait for the next time."

   The sun was becoming unbearable in the late afternoon.  I looked at
Dawn's sun-darkened complexion and envied her resistance.

   "I'm going to burn to a crisp," I said.  "Let's move back into the rec
room."

   "You think you're going to be able to do all that?" she asked as we
collected our drinks and headed into the house.

   "I don't see why not," I responded.  "We're intelligent, educated,
thoughtful people.  We're also deeply in love with one another.  We can
handle little recreational sex every now and then."



   "I may have created a monster," Dawn chuckled as we settled into chairs
in the den.  "Larry and I don't even have that kind of an arrangement."

   "Yet," I said.  "You need to get working on it.  After all, I'm looking
to your husband to be my primary fuck-toy from now on."

   "Does that mean you're giving permission for Steven to be mine?" Dawn
asked.

   "Of course it does," I laughed.  "We'll share and share alike."

   "I knew it," she grumbled.  "I have created a monster."



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 8



   The ringing of the doorbell caught everyone unexpectedly.

   "Who the hell?" Dawn asked.

   "I'll get it," Steven announced.

   "Better wrap your hips with a towel," I suggested.

   "Good thinking," Steven replied, grabbing a towel from the cabinet,
wrapping it around his waist and walking purposely toward the door.  He
opened it to find a familiar face and figure standing there.

   The attractive, slim blonde was Taylor Jameson, a co-worker from his
office.  Taylor was one of Steven's secret fantasies.  Married,
twenty-seven, and a former college cheerleader, Taylor always seemed
unattainable to Steven.  He was surprised by her visit.

   "Hi, Steven," she said, quickly.  "Sorry to bother you.  Moonbeam wanted
to make sure you had these for your trip to Omaha tomorrow." Moonbeam was
the name the office staff had given their corpulent, moon-faced president
and CEO.

   Damn, Steven thought.  He'd forgotten the required trip.

   "Who is it?" Dawn called from the other end of the hall.

   "Taylor Jameson from my office," Steven called back, astounded to find
Dawn in all her glory framed by the opening of the hallway.  "She's got a
package for me."

   Taylor looked over Steven's shoulder to identify the source of the
question.  Her eyes widened when she caught sight of the gloriously naked
Dawn.

   "Steven," Taylor began, a sly smile crossing her lips, "there is a naked
women standing in your hallway."

   Steven nodded.  "I know."

   Is Terri here?" Taylor asked.  "I mean, does she know about...?  She
left the question hanging.

   "She's here," Steven reassured her.  "She knows."

   "And, she's all right with..." The blonde waved her hand toward Dawn.

   Steven twisted around to look at Dawn, standing with her hands on her
hips, a look of curiosity on her face.

   "That's Dawn," he explained.  "She and her husband live next door."

   "I would guess that there's more than skinny-dipping going on here,"
Taylor whispered to Steven.

   "We're entertaining our friends from next door," Steven told her.  "I'd
invite you in, but we're in the altogether.  Its sort a rule we set for the
weekend."

   "Terri, too?" Taylor asked.

   Steven nodded.

   "Steven!" Taylor exclaimed.  "I never took you two to be swingers."

   "I don't know if you'd call it that."

   "Sweetie," Taylor whispered to him, "if the four of you are naked and
having sex, that's what you call it."

   Steven shrugged.

   Taylor looked into his eyes.  "You know, Jeremy and I have dabbled in
the lifestyle.  Would you be interested in, maybe, you know, getting
together with us sometime?"

   "Do you want to come in, Taylor?" Steven said, testing the statuesque
blonde.

   "I'm, uh," she said, softly.  "I do, Steven.  I really do."

   "Dawn, honey," Steven called.  "Can you come here for a minute?"



   Dawn entered the hallway.  "Do I need a towel, too?"

   "I don't think so," Steven replied.  "This is Taylor.  She works in my
office."

   "Nice to meet you," Dawn said, extending her hand, completely oblivious
to her own nudity.

   "Pleased, I'm sure," Taylor said, her voice tinged with a touch of
huskiness.

   "Taylor says that she and her husband, Jeremy, have `dabbled in the
lifestyle,' to quote her.  I was wondering.  You think we should invite
them?"

   Dawn looked the girl over.  "She's quite stunning, isn't she?"

   "That she is," Steven replied.

   "Where's your husband?" Dawn asked.

   "He's at home, about twenty minutes away.  You won't be disappointed,
though.  He used to swim for the university swim team.  He's cute, too."
The beauty grinned widely.

   "All right," Dawn said.  "What the hell?  The more the merrier, right?"

   Steven smiled broadly.  "You think we should ask Larry and Terri about
this?"

   Dawn put her finger to her chin.  "Naw," she said, finally, "Fuck `em.
This'll be our little surprise."

   "Let me call Jeremy," Taylor said, flipping out her cell phone.  "He'll
be enchanted with you..."

   "Dawn," Steven prompted.

   "Dawn," Taylor nodded, her blonde hair tossing.  "Jeremy, honey?"

   She paused.

   "Take a shower, baby, then come to this address.  We've been invited to
a party."

   She gave the address to her husband, told him to hurry, and clicked off
the call.  She smiled widely at Dawn.  "Done!" she said.

   "We've been hanging around the pool," Dawn informed her, taking Taylor's
elbow.  "Let me show you the facilities and then you can join us.  Clothing
is prohibited, as you can see."

   "Really," Taylor chuckled.  "I thought maybe you were just the
exhibitionist in the group."

   "No," Steven replied, allowing his towel to drop.  "We're all natural
for the weekend."

   Taylor grinned and reached out to touch Steven's chest.  "This is going
to be like a dream come true for me."

   Dawn led Taylor down the hall.  "You already know Terri, don't you?  Of
course you do.  Well, I'll introduce you to my husband, Larry.  He thought
all his birthdays had come at once when he got to fuck Terri.  He'll flip
out when he gets a load of you, girl."

   Steven listened as their voices faded, then turned to go back to the
pool and break the news to me.

   "What's going on?" I asked him as Steven approached the perch she had
assumed next to their neighbor's husband.

   "Couple of things," Steven said.  "That was Taylor, from the office."

   "Oh, yeah," I sniffed.  "You'd like her, Larry.  Statuesque, blonde.  Of
course, she's married, so she doesn't play."

   "You're married," Steven reminded her, "and so is Dawn.  You all seem to
play pretty well."

   I laughed.  "But, I'm a slut and Dawn is a whore."

   "No you're not," Steven protested.  "You're just healthy.  And, as it
turns out, so is Taylor."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "Taylor and her husband are joining us.  It seems this activity isn't
exactly new to them, either."

   "You're shitting me," Larry said.

   "Nope.  Taylor is in the custody of your wife right now making
preparations for her grand entrance.  And, her husband, the jock, is on his
way over here," Steven told them.

   "Oh, Steven," I worried, "Do you think that is a good idea?"

   "It will be fine," Steven assured her.  "According to Taylor they have
done this before.  Same rules apply.  No falling in love, etc."

   "I'm not fucking a stranger," I said with conviction.

   "He's not a stranger," Steven protested.  "He's Taylor's husband. 
Besides, she said he's cute.  And, if I may remind you, you said you
weren't fucking Larry either."

   "That's different."

   "Honey," Steven said in an attempt to mollify her, "nobody has to fuck
anyone they don't want.  Taylor said Jeremy would go ape over Dawn.  So,
you may not have the chance."

   "You, on the other hand, can't wait to bury your cock in that sweet
pussy, can you?" I snapped at him.

   Steven just grinned.

   "I swear, Steven.  If you fuck her, then I am going to let him fuck me,"
she threatened.

   Steven shrugged.  "Have at it, baby.  I'm looking forward to hearing you
scream for him to fuck you harder.  As a matter of fact, why don't you fuck
him first?  That way I won't have to deal with any guilt trips."

   "You're such a bastard," I hissed.

   "And," Steven continued smiling sweetly at his wife, "I also have to go
to Omaha tomorrow.  I'd forgotten all about that.  Taylor brought me a
packet the Moonbeam wants me to take."

   "Road trip!" Larry hollered.

   Steven chuckled.  "I'm not sure about that," he said.  "Travel is
tomorrow and the meeting's on Tuesday.  I'm supposed to come home Tuesday
night."

   "What's it for?" Larry asked.  "Sales or convention."

   "Sales," Steven answered.  "Our biggest client in the region wants a new
deal.  I'm supposed to go make him happy."

   "Why you?" I chimed in.  "Is he gay?"

   "Not that I've heard," Steven shook his head.

   "Then maybe you should let Taylor do the negotiation for you," she
suggested.

   Steven shrugged.  At the same time the seed of an idea began to
germinate in Larry's mind.

   Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang again.  This time Dawn hollered
out that she would get it.

   Jeremy was pleased and astounded when the gorgeous brunette answered the
door wearing nothing but a smile.

   "Jeremy," Dawn said matter-of-factly, grabbing his wrist and dragging
him into the hallway.  "Taylor was right.  You are cute.  I hope you like
to have fun."

   "Is, uh, Taylor here?" he said, somewhat unbalanced by Dawn's forthright
approach.

   "Yes, she's fine.  She's in here," Dawn said, motioning to the rec
room/den combination.  "I'm Dawn.  I'm your appointed hostess for the time
being."

   She led him down the hall toward the den where his wife was sitting
primly on the edge of the easy chair, naked as the dark-haired beauty who
met him at the door.  Taylor smiled widely at her husband who had trouble
taking his eyes off Dawn's shapely ass as she led him into the room.

   "Hey, baby," Taylor grinned at him.  "Over-dressed, aren't you?"

   "Heavens, yes!" Dawn agreed, turning around to unbutton the pale yellow
shirt Jeremy wore.

   "So," Jeremy said, "it's that kind of party."

   "Exactly," Dawn replied.  "Why don't you do the bottoms while I finish
the top?"

   It didn't take them twenty seconds to have Jeremy as naked as his lovely
hostess and stunning wife.

   "Oh, my," Dawn murmured, lightly stroking his semi-turgid member.  "This
is lovely.  I'd take you right here and now, but the others would probably
object.  Besides, my Larry has yet to meet your sweet wife."

   Steven was in the kitchen making cool drinks for everyone when Dawn made
the introductions.

   "Everybody," Dawn announced as she led Jeremy and Taylor toward the
pool, "this is Taylor.  She works with Steven.  And, this is her husband,
Jeremy.

   "Would you look at this," she continued, directing her comments to me,
"isn't he scrumptious?"

   "Nice to meet you," I said to Jeremy.  "Welcome to our home."

   "That's Terri," Dawn told Jeremy.  "She's Steven's.

   "And, over there is my Larry.  I'm his better half," she said.  "Larry,
come meet these nice people."

   Larry strode toward the new arrivals and extended his hand toward
Jeremy.

   "Hi," he said.  "I'm Larry.  The little vixen who has affixed herself to
your arm is my wife."

   "We've met," Jeremy said, chuckling.  "My wife, Taylor."

   "Hello, Larry," Taylor said.  "It's good to meet you."

   "The pleasure is all his," Dawn quipped before Larry had a chance to
speak.

   "Oh, I hope not," Taylor smiled back at her.  "I'm looking forward to
some pleasure, as well.  Larry looks as if he's quite able to provide."

   "Please, sweetie," Dawn gripped.  "Don't flatter him that way.  It's
taken me years to moderate his ego.  This weekend has almost ruined him."

   Steven arrived on the scene with drinks for everybody.

   "This is a side of you I'd never imagined," Taylor said to him after
introducing Jeremy.

   "All sides are visible now," Steven replied.

   "Here, here," she laughed, raising her glass.  "Nice view, too."

   "Yours, also," Steven laughed.  "Talk about things never imagined."

   "Here's to the fulfillment of dreams and fantasies, then," Taylor said,
raising her glass again.

   "To dreams and fantasies," Steven repeated.

   Taylor set her glass down on the pool deck.  "One of mine has been to
have you.  Did you know that?"

   "I didn't," Steven answered.  "You hid it well."

   Taylor smiled.  "I'm not one to make trouble.  I didn't want it to be
one of those horrible sneaking-around experiences.  This is much nicer.  I
like the openness."

   "To be honest," Steven said, "I've sort of wondered what you would be
like, too, you know?"

   "In bed?" Taylor asked, quickly.

   "Well," Steven replied slowly, "naked and, uh, available."

   "You never told me."

   "Of course not," Steven answered.  "This was never going to happen. 
You're married.  I'm married.  That was all there was to it."

   "Should we find out, then?" Taylor asked, coyly.

   "Later, maybe.  Terri is a little uncomfortable about this.  Maybe after
Jeremy takes her, you and I could do a little mutual exploration."

   Taylor smiled.  "All right.  I don't want her to be upset with me.  I'm
willing to wait."

   "In the meantime," Steven suggested, "I'm sure Larry would be delighted
to entertain you."

   "Do you think so?  He looks rather smitten with your wife."

   "He is.  We both are.  We're also smitten with Dawn.  And, by the end of
the evening, I'm sure we're all be smitten by you, too."

   "You mean you're not there, yet?" Taylor laughed.

   "I am," he admitted, "but Larry doesn't know your sparkling personality
like I do."

   "Then, I am off to smite him with my charm, engaging personality and
sexual prowess.  Do you think he'll be impressed?"

   "I'm sure he will," Steven laughed with her.

   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   Dawn had Jeremy sit at the foot of her lounger next to mine.  He took in
the beauty of the two women in front of him and chuckled.

   "I feel like I've stumbled into Mt.  Olympus," he joked.

   "You belong here," Dawn reassured him.  "Doesn't he, Ter?"

   I shrugged.

   "I get the feeling Terri's not so thrilled with the idea," Jeremy smiled
at her.

   "The truth is she's just twenty-four hours from being a prude," Dawn
quipped.

   "That's not true!" I protested.

   "Yes, it is," Dawn said sternly.  She focused on Jeremy.  "We only
started this yesterday.  Before that, neither of us had ever done anything
like this before."

   Jeremy nodded.  "Sure," he said.  "There's always a little hesitation, a
little uncertainty.  Right?" He directed the last at me.  I shrugged again.

   "Maybe I can help," he said.  "I see you've got some sun block.  Would
you mind?"

   "Mind what?" I asked.



   "I don't have any.  Would you mind spreading some on me?  I'll return
the favor."

   I looked at Dawn, as if to ask her thoughts.

   "We'll make it a team effort," Dawn suggested.

   The women arose from their loungers and began spreading the oil on
Jeremy's body.  Dawn kept up a running commentary.

   "Feel those shoulders.  My goodness!  Your wife said you were a swimmer.
I can tell by that muscle development she was right."

   I snapped at her.  "Shut up, Dawn, will you?" I couldn't help but notice
that Jeremy's cock was generous in size and growing fuller as we rubbed the
block into the man's skin.  I couldn't help but think how that rod of meat
would feel rubbing along my vaginal canal.  It was making me aroused.

   "Lay back," I told him.  Jeremy complied.

   I started at his feet and began to apply the block to his left ankle and
leg, allowing Dawn to work the right side.  The closer our hands came to
his genitals the more engorged his cock became.

   "I think he likes this," Dawn said.  "What about his back?"

   I told Jeremy to stand up.  He smiled broadly as he rose from the
lounger.  I sat on the footrest facing him.

   "You do the back," I told Dawn.  "I'll finish the front."

   I looked into Jeremy's face as she rubbed her hands up his thighs.  His
fully erect cock bounced gently in front of me, tapping me on the forehead
as I worked.  Dawn, meanwhile, applied the oil to Jeremy's backside.

   "Careful back there," Jeremy cautioned.

   "I know," Dawn laughed.  "One slip and you might get a hard on."

   "No danger of that," I giggled.  I looked up and that hard meat bounced
off my cheek.  I reached out my tongue and licked at the flesh of it.

   "This was a good idea," I told him.  Then I sucked his member between
her lips.  Jeremy groaned.

   "What are you doing, you slut?" Dawn asked, trying to peer around
Jeremy's thigh.  She saw my lips distended around Jeremy's meat.

   I loved the feeling of his hardness in her mouth.  I tongued his flesh,
and slid my lips along his length.  I let him go, giving the tip a little
kiss.

   "Go ahead," I told Dawn.  "Take a turn."

   Dawn sat next to me and pulled the hardened cock toward her own mouth.
She pressed her lips against the head and forced it to split her lips open.
She held it deep in her mouth and worked her moist, active tongue around
its width.  She plunged her head down on it three or four times before
caressing it with her mouth as she slid it out from between her lips.

   "Your turn," she gasped.

   I had been watching transfixed as Dawn worked her mouth on Jeremy's
meat. She grabbed it as soon as I released it and plunged it into her own
mouth.

   "You ever fuck two women at once?" Dawn asked Jeremy.

   "I don't think that's possible," Jeremy answered, his voice strained
with his arousal.

   "Kneel next to me," Dawn instructed me.  We knelt on the lounger
footrest presenting our shapely bottoms to the swimmer.

   "Take turns," Dawn ordered, "like we did."

   Jeremy grinned.  He lined himself up with Dawn, rubbed his cock along
the slit of her vulva and plunged himself inside her.

   "Oh, hell, yes!" Dawn groaned.

   Jeremy withdrew and turned his attention to me.  I grabbed his meat and
place him at the entrance to my love hole.  He pushed forward and sank
himself into me until his cock was engulfed.  I felt him fill her
completely and groaned with satisfaction, my fingers cradling and caressing
his scrotum.

   "Come on," Dawn complained.

   Jeremy continued to shift from one to the other, plunging himself inside
both of us to his maximum length, moving from one to the other.  The wait
for me became an exquisite eternity of anticipation.  During one such wait
I looked up to see Dawn's husband across the pool.  He had his head buried
between Taylor's thighs while the blonde sucked Larry's cock in her shapely
mouth.  While I watched, I saw Taylor twist around.  She took Steven's cock
in her mouth as Larry lined himself up to penetrate her.  I smiled with
satisfaction as Jeremy plunged into her.  I was getting fucked by the
blonde's husband before Steven would get inside Taylor.  As Jeremy withdrew
from me, I felt a little ashamed of keeping score.  Rationally, I knew it
was just getting laid.  Still, there was that little sense of gratification
at being first.

   I looked to my left.  Dawn's eyes focused on me.

   "This is taking too long," Dawn said.  "I can't get going."

   "I know," I agreed.

   "Steven!" Dawn yelled across the pool.  "Get away from that slut and
come fuck me!"

   I looked over her shoulder to Jeremy.  He had a look of determination on
his face.

   "You don't mind, do you?" Dawn asked Jeremy.  "You need to focus on
her."

   "No," Jeremy gasped.  "Not at all."

   I watched as my husband arose and skipped around the decking, his cock
bouncing in front of him.  Jeremy sank inside me again and I felt his
hardness fill her up.  This time, however, he didn't withdraw completely.

   "We've got plenty of time," Dawn told Jeremy.  "I'll fuck you later."

   I watched Dawn's face as my husband sank his meat inside her.  She
smiled broadly as Steven moved within her.

   "That's fine," Jeremy said, then redoubled his efforts with me.

   "Oh, that's good!" Dawn said.  "I love getting fucked!"

   "Um humm," I agreed.  "Me, too."

   Steven and Jeremy set up a rhythm with each other.  Standing shoulder to
shoulder, the two men drove into their respective partners at the same
time, withdrew partially and plunged back in together.

   "Yeah, baby!" Dawn yelled.  "Make me cum!"

   "Oh, fuck, yes," I groaned.  "It's so good!"

   "You like the way my cock feels inside you?" Jeremy asked, surprising
me.

   "Yes!" I called back to him.  "You fuck me good."

   "You're a slut," Dawn hissed at me.  "You'll fuck anything with a cock."

   "I know," I replied.  "I love to fuck.  Make me cum, Jeremy."

   "Fuck me, Steven," Dawn directed.  "Fuck me while you listen to him make
your wife cum."

   "I love fucking you, Dawn," Steven groaned.  "And, I love watching my
wife fuck and cum."

   "Do you, Steven?" I asked.  "Do you want to see me cum on his cock?"

   "Yes, babe," Steven said.  "Cum for him.  Cum for me."

   "Keep fucking me, Jeremy," I ordered.  "My husband wants to see me cum."

   Jeremy pounded away at me enjoying the view across the pool as his wife
was being fucked by Larry, until I screamed.

   "I'm cumming," I shouted, pushing my ass backward toward Jeremy's
driving cock.

   He could feel the pulsations of my love canal as the orgasm swept over
me.  I squeezed his cock.  Jeremy could imagine me trying to suck his semen
out of him.  That feeling and the view of his wife riding the man across
the pool began the stirring deep within him.

   "Oh, fuck, yes!" I bellowed, the electricity of my union to Jeremy
driving my orgasm.  I felt Jeremy's cock swell as he buried it deeply
inside me and held it there.  The first jet of his hot cum seared my
insides and made me squeeze on him in another small orgasm.

   "I want another," I panted.  "Keep going!"

   Jeremy chuckled even as his balls emptied into me.  "It will make a
mess," he warned.

   I nearly snarled at him.  "I don't give a fuck about that."

   Steven turned toward me, his face with a look of astonishment.  He had
never heard his wife speak so vehemently or with the language he was
hearing.

   Jeremy restarted his regular plunges into my hot recesses.  "If you want
another," he panted, "I'm just the guy.  I'll give you another.  Then,
another, if that's what you want." His phrases matched his motions as his
hips drove his still-hard member into my steamy warmth.

   "Oh, yes!" I hissed.  "Fuck me good.  Fuck me strong and hard." I
shifted my weight and reached between my legs, rubbing my fingers across my
swollen clit.  It was soaking with the juices we had produced.  I turned my
head to the left and saw my husband staring at me.

   "Isn't this what you wanted?" I asked, "Your wife fucking like this?  On
all fours, begging to be fucked some more, with his cum spreading across my
pussy?  Isn't this what you wanted?"

   "As long as you like it," Steven told me quietly.

   My head wagged.  "No, Steven.  I don't like it.  I absolutely love it!"

   Steven smiled at me.  "Then, you go, girl."



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 9



   "You sure look pensive," my husband said to me as we stood in our
kitchen preparing a salad for our guests.

   I smiled at him.  Steven 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?" Steven 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 Steven
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 Steven, and
my second with my husband and Larry.  Then Steven'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," Steven 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," Steven 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."

   Steven'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."

   Steven 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," Steven offered, heading toward the patio and
pool area.

   "It looks delicious," Taylor said to me, reappearing in the kitchen.

   "Thanks," I answered.

   "Look, Terri," 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.  Steven 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 Steven hadn't yet connected.

   "The point is," Taylor continued, "I never dreamed that you and Steven
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 Steven and me, then either Taylor,
Jeremy, Terri 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," Steven 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.  Steven
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, Terri?" 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," Steven 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.  "Steven?"

   "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," Steven replied.

   "Okay," she said.  "Then we take Terri'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 Steven.  "Now, you pick one."

   Steven 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.



   "Steven doesn't get to roll because his card is up.  Terri.  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
Steven 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.  Steven, 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," Steven 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 Steven 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. 
Steven 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 Steven 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.  Steven'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," Steven 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 Terri," Taylor said.  "Go ahead and roll, Dawn."

   Steven 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, "Steven.  What's it going to be?"

   "Well," Steven 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," Steven continued, "let's have Terri on her knees in front of
Jeremy.  One of her excellent blow jobs for three minutes."

   "Or until he comes," Taylor added.

   "Okay," Steven agreed.

   "Does she have to swallow?" Larry asked.

   "Oh, hell, yes!" Dawn yelled.

   "Steven gets to decide," Taylor reminded her.

   Steven 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
Steven 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 Steven'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, Terri, 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
Steven, holding the cards for Taylor and Dawn out to him, face down.  He
picked Dawn's.

   "Sit against the wall," I directed Steven.  "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, Steven, 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!"

   Steven 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 Steven's soft meat into the folds of her vulva
and stroked it.  She groaned when Steven 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.

   Steven 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."

   Steven 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, Terri," 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," Steven 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.  Steven 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.

   Steven 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.

   Steven 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?" Steven 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
Steven'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," Steven 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 Steven'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 Steven.

   "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 Steven.

   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," Steven said, pausing for a second.

   "It makes you hard to watch me get eaten and fucked."

   Steven 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
Steven'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!"



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 10



   "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 Jeremy really has to be at
work tomorrow."

   "That's true," Jeremy 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.  Jeremy'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 Jeremy and Taylor touched
glasses with all of us.

   "How long will you be gone?" Jeremy asked.

   "Just two or three days," Larry answered.  "We'll drive up, let Steven
seduce his customer and then take our time coming back."

   Jeremy 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," Steven said, interrupting her.  "I'm just disappointed Jeremy can
go along."

   "Me, too," Jeremy 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," Jeremy 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 Jeremy 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 Steven.  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 Steven, and Jeremy's was a
new and exciting change from both Larry and Steven.  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."

   Steven 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, Steven 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," Steven 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," Steven 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, Steven 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 Steven 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.  Steven 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.

   "Steven," I called softly to his ear.  "Sweetie.  I just love how your
cock looks and tastes tonight.  Do you mind?"

   Steven 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 Steven's ear.  "What a nice cock."

   "Hmmph," Steven 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 Steven'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 Steven.

   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!"

   "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 Steven'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.  I leaned in
and kissed her fully on the lips.

   "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."



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 11



   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 Steven'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 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.  Steven
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, Steven 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 Steven, "as long as one of you gentlemen doesn't
mind doing double duty?" Her eyes fixed on Steven.

   "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
Steven and Larry throughout the meal.  They were attentive to Dawn, Taylor
and the stunning Belinda.  Steven 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 Steven 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 Steven, 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," Steven 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."

   Steven 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 Steven 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 Steven.  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 Steven 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 Steven as the three of us watched
from the bar.  Belinda had Steven's tie off and was slowly working the
buttons of his shirt when Charlie remarked, "It seems my wife has become
attracted to Steven.  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 Steven'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?"

   Steven 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.

   Steven 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 Steven'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.  Steven 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."



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 12



   Belinda looked like a cat climbing up and down my husband's frame.  Her
long limbs seemed to move independently as she pawed and clawed her way
along his body shedding both his clothes and hers as she went.  She kept
Steven transfixed, as the tall redhead took charge of the business at hand.
The one concession to surrender Belinda made was to turn her back to him so
he could unzip her gown.  She didn't so much remove it as to scrape it off
her body using my husband as a rasp.

   For the first time in three days I felt a pang of jealousy stab my gut
as I watched this performance.  The fact that she was so apparently into
him and that he made no move to resist, take charge or even participate,
but merely surrendered to her blatant sensuality had me considering the
possibility that her attentions might shift his affections away from me.

   Her tongue dragged up his chest from his hard belly, across his nipples
to his neck.  I heard her growl that he should take off her one remaining
garment.  "My thong," she whispered hoarsely.  "Get it off."

   "Amazing, isn't it," Charlie said sotto voce in my ear as we continue to
sway to the music.

   "You've seen it before?" I wondered aloud.

   "Several times," he admitted.  "It never ceases to fascinate me."

   Steven hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Belinda's thong and
stripped it down her shapely thighs and calves.  Belinda stepped lightly
out of them and returned to her journey up and down my husband's body.  Her
hand clasped around his erect member and steadied it as she administered
several long licks, her pink tongue laving the flesh.  At the end of her
last lick, she simply closed her lips over the head and sucked his length
into her succulent mouth.

   I tore my eyes away from the scene to survey the remainder of the room.
Taylor, I saw, had Larry on one of the sofas.  His legs were splayed out
and his head rested against the back.  Still in her gown, Taylor knelt
between his legs.  She had his cock poking through his trousers and was
bouncing her blonde tresses as she enveloped it between her lips.

   Larry, I thought to myself, who had been so thrilled to take me just two
nights ago.  Larry, my neighbor, who had fantasized about sex with me as
his wife, Dawn, plotted and schemed to arrange our very first swap session.
Larry had worshipped at the altar of my body in our guest room the first
night Steven and I engaged in the swap.  I remembered hearing Dawn moan in
ecstasy as my husband ministered to her insatiable sexual appetite while
Larry licked my yearning pussy.

   We had moved so far beyond that simple swap.  Taylor and her husband had
joined us yesterday and I felt the girth and strength of Jeremy moving
steadily inside me, sparking the nerve endings as he plowed the furrow of
my pussy with his marvelous cock.  Then I had helped my husband enter the
delicate folds of Taylor, holding his member and directing it inside her,
before returning to the guest room and Larry's attentions throughout the
previous night.

   "Shouldn't we get this man naked?" Dawn's sultry voice startled me out
of my reverie.

   "Yes, yes!" I agreed, turning my attention to Steven's client and
gorgeous hunk of manhood.  My fingers seemed stiff as I plucked at his tie.


   Dawn drew off his jacket and left me to work the buttons on his dress
shirt.  Charlie shrugged off his braces and Dawn went to work on his shoes.
In seconds, the glorious Charlie Elliot stood naked in front of us.

   "What about you two?" he asked.

   Dawn turned her back to me and I unzipped her gown.  I reversed my
position and Dawn returned the favor.

   "The secret is out," Charlie chuckled.  "None of you wore bras!"

   "Device of Satan," Dawn quipped, quickly shucking her thong, and
approaching Charlie on the left.

   I snagged my white thong and tugged it down, stepping away from the tiny
garment.  Charlie wrapped his right arm around me as I snuggled against his
body.

   My right hand naturally ascended to his chest.  I stroked the skin, then
let my hand descend toward his hardening member.

   Belinda had maneuvered my husband onto his back on the carpet of the
room.  With her knees on each side of my husband's head, she was licking
down his length, pausing to briefly envelope his cock with her lips.  Each
time she achieved that position Steven lifted his head and licked at the
tender folds of her labia.  But, as soon as he began Belinda would release
his hard and administer kisses along his torso up to his chest, forcing
Steven to relinquish his prize and submit to the redhead's attentions.

   "Tell me, Mr.  Elliot," Dawn was saying, "Do you like to eat pussy?"

   Charlie laughed.  "Indeed," he replied.

   "Do you prefer naked blonde pussy or naked dark-haired pussy?"

   "I have no such preference," he said, playing along with joviality.

   "That's fine," Dawn said.  "In as much as the blonde is `your date' for
the evening, I'll allow her first option at penetration.  You will,
however, be required to perform on me in order to insure my cooperation."

   "Darling Dawn," Charlie teased, "if you taste as good as you look, that
is no encumbrance at all."

   "Good," Dawn said with finality.  "Let's get to the sucking and
fucking."

   Charlie lay on his back.  I looked at his firm member standing upright.
It was a beautiful cock.

   "I'm going to worship your cock before I put it inside," I told him.  "I
hope you don't mind."

   "I am here for you, my dear," Charlie said.  "Use me as you will."

   I managed to arrange myself so I could suck on Charlie's cock while
still observing the activities of my husband and his redheaded partner.  As
I planted tiny kisses along the length of Charlie's beautiful member, I saw
that Belinda had relented and allowed Steven full access to her pussy.  She
knelt across him, her mouth locked on his cock as Steven slurped the juices
from her nether regions.  He grunted and groaned with exertion and delight
at the variety of sensations.

   In the meantime, Dawn positioned herself kneeling across Charlie's head.
Her delicate flower immediately became the center of his attention.  I
stopped ministering to his lovely member just long enough look over my
shoulder and watch his pink tongue slide seductively between her nether
lips.  My own pussy nearly gushed with sensation just seeing the contrast
of his shining tongue and the delicate folds of Dawn's labia.  I returned
to my selective licking and kissing of the meat tower in front of me and
felt Charlie's cock lurch between my lips in reaction to the excitement and
stimulation of the moment.

   My mind was awash in the broad variety of sensations.  I could hear
Steven as he continue to lap at Belinda's nectar.  I felt Charlie's
throbbing member in my hand and on my lips as I slickly slid my mouth up
and around it.  Across the room, Taylor and Larry were already in position
as he slid himself into her from behind.  The music played softly in the
background and the lighting was subdued and permitted us to just see one
another without a hint of harshness.



   What I wanted at that moment was for Steven to watch me.  I lifted my
head and whispered harshly.

   "Steven!" I rasped.

   He raised his head from the redhead's pussy, a look of confusion on his
face.  I smiled at him.

   "Watch!" I urged in a low whisper.  "Watch as your wife plays the slut."

   I ran my tongue up the thick length of Charlie's member.  When I reached
the tip, I swirled it around, lapping up the precum oozing from it.  Then I
enveloped it in my mouth, diving down until my nose rested in his pubes.  I
slowly withdrew, gently scraping my teeth along its length.  When I reached
the tip, I gave it a little kiss and then looked back at my husband and
grinned.

   "You are so hot," he murmured.

   I chuckled.  I knew I was hot.  What I needed was for my husband to see
and acknowledge it even as his dick was being consumed by the lithe,
gorgeous wife of my present partner.

   "I want to watch you fuck her," I whispered to him.  "I want to see her
eyes as your cock slides into her."

   "You get on him," he said, his voice strange and tight.  "Put his cock
inside you and then you can watch." Then he went back between Belinda's
thighs, driving his tongue into the recesses his cock would soon be
filling.

   Steven was right.  What I was aching for was the feeling of a hard cock
lodged inside me.  I shifted position, releasing Charlie's meat and
stepping astride our host.  I grabbed the shaft and knelt down, jamming him
into the damp hole that yearned to be filled.  The tremendous relief and
marvelous fullness made me groan as I sank down on him, letting his
slippery hardness reach into my depths.  This was, I determined, a mighty
fine cock I had put inside me.  It was just long enough to fit comfortably,
full in girth, giving me a nice stretch, and plenty hard enough to reach
all the right places.  I smiled to myself, nodded, then reached down to
caress the heavy balls attached to my prize.

   Situated and satisfied to an extent as I was, I took inventory of the
situation around the room once again.  To my left, Larry and Taylor were
grunting as my friend's husband pounded her from behind.  Taylor's hair
glistened as it gently tossed each time the two bottomed out.  She was
giving back to him all Larry could hand out.  As he drove forward, she
thrust back.  They were methodically pounding each other with determination
and a steady rhythm.

   Behind me, Dawn was softly and happily muttering a variety of
vulgarities as our host tongued her steaming hole and nibbled her tender
flesh.

   And, not seven feet away, my husband had shifted positions and
maneuvered Belinda onto the edge of one of the love-seats that dotted the
room.  Her feet, still encased in the sharply pointed heels, pointed toward
the ceiling as Steven approached her on his knees, his engorged prick
pointing straight toward her welcoming pussy.

   "Open your eyes," he directed her.  "I want to look into your eyes as I
enter you."

   "Yes," she hissed at him.  "Watch my eyes as you fuck me."

   I lifted my body nearly off of Charlie's cock as my husband placed his
at the entrance to Belinda's steaming hole.  As Steven slid into the
redhead, I lowered myself onto her husband member, mimicking the sensations
she experienced.  She licked her lips as he filled her with his meat,
wrapping her legs around his back and grasping his shoulders with her
slender fingers.  Her head nodded.

   "That's it," she groaned.  "Put it deep in me and fuck me, darling."

   The sound of her calling my husband darling was endearing and tender, in
spite of the raw sensuality of the moment.  I was pleased.  She obviously
enjoyed him and was eager to experience him as a lover.

   Steven's strong thrusts prompted several grunts which transformed into
groans of pleasure as her hips rose to meet him.  He held tight to her
waist, pulling her body toward him.  Meanwhile, my thrusts on Charlie
matched my husband's lunges into his wife.  Charlie responded much as she
did, raising his hips to match my plunges.  In spite of my desire to watch
my husband and his wife, the sensations of Charlie's cock inside drove me
to close my own eyes and establish an independent rhythm.  I could feel his
hands on my own hips as I rocked back and forth on him.

   Taylor cried out in passion as Larry's enthusiastic drive toward their
mutual conclusion reached a zenith.  "Don't stop!" she wailed, "Please! 
I'm there, baby!  Make me cum!"

   Her cry surprised me.  I hadn't heard her vocalize her delight in this
manner at any other time.  Larry must have been doing a masterful job of
driving the other blonde toward her climax.  While he had made love to me
several times over the past couple of days, he had always been gentle and
tender.  Our joining had always been comfortable and satisfying, but not
the world-crashing culmination Taylor was apparently experiencing.

   I squeezed myself on Charlie.  Taylor's yelping was largely responsible,
but the truth was that Charlie's cock was as near perfect as any I'd ever
had.  It felt so damned good that I was barely able to restrain myself.  I
half-giggled to myself with the thought.  Any cock I'd had, I thought. 
What was that?  Three?  Steven, Larry, and Jeremy.  Charlie made four. 
This was good.  I felt such gratitude for Dawn and Steven for allowing me
this experience.  This whole weekend had been a revelation.  I liked
fucking.  I liked it and I liked the idea of comparing cocks, sizes,
techniques, and methods.  And the fact that my Steven was a couple of yards
away enjoying the delicacies of Belinda didn't bother me at all.  In fact,
it made it that much better.  This way, I could enjoy my new hobby of cock
comparisons without my darling husband being deprived or deceived.  It was
delicious.  The truth was that I hoped it would continue.  I would be
thrilled every time my husband told some attractive male, "Take my wife,
please."

   "Time to deliver, Charlie," I murmured, and increased the tempo of my
lunges.  I was ready to cum.  I wanted to see if his size, girth, and
technique would enhance the experiences I'd had.  I lunged forward and
back, and, bless his heart, Charlie kept up.  Every time I plunged down on
him, Charlie would arch his back and shove his cock further up inside me.
The in-and-out motion set off sparks along my vaginal canal, and rubbing
his veined cock along my clit stimulated a veritable storm of sensations
that seemed to collect in a hard ball deep in my belly.  I determined I
could keep going until I felt him unload his hot essence inside me.  Then,
I would release all my tensions and sweep to my own climax.



   Charlie's hands grasped my hips.  He kneaded the flesh like soft dough.
I could tell he was getting close.  Sensitive to his need for consistency
of motion and an increase in tempo, I speeded up my lunges, not changing
position, but simply going faster.  My concentration was shattered when I
heard Belinda literally scream.

   "Yes, darling, fuck me!" she bellowed.  "Fuck me harder, faster, just
fuck me!"

   I looked up and saw Steven, with a fine sheen of sweat on his shoulders
pounding himself into the redhead.  Her ankles were on those shoulders, her
high heels pointed at the ceiling.  Her hands clawed at his hips.  She
continued to stream together a river of words urging my husband on.

   "Oh, yes," she screamed, "I'm cumming now.  Keep fucking me.  Make me
cum on you.  Shoot your hot cum inside me.  I want you to cum in me.  Cum
for me now, at the same time I'm cumming.  Your cock feels so good.  You're
the best, darling.  Just fuck me `til I can't take it.  That's it.  Just
fuck me!"

   Charlie apparently heard the same shrieks and it was all he needed.  I
felt his glorious cock swell inside me and the first spurt of hot semen
splashed my love tunnel.  The hard ball of my own climax burst and Charlie
and I pulsed together as he squirted his cum into me and my muscles
attempted to milk every drop out of him.  When the ball exploded, I
couldn't hold in the cry of ecstasy that escaped my lips.  "Oh, fuck, yes!"
I wailed, unconscious of the words, and only barely aware of making any
sound.

   Dawn was busy filling Belinda in on our weekend when I returned from the
bathroom.

   "You've got yourselves a little club right there in your neighborhood,
don't you?" the redhead said.

   "We hadn't really thought about it that way," Dawn said.  "It was sort
of spontaneous."

   "That's crap," I told them.  "Dawn, Larry and Steven have been
strategizing for weeks."

   "So, you were the last to come along?" Belinda asked me.

   "It would seem so," I acknowledged

   "It suits you, though," she said.

   "It does suit her," Dawn agreed.  "Beside, she didn't resist too hard
when we finally proposed the swap."

   "And I," Taylor chimed in, "was a happy accident."

   Belinda cocked an eyebrow.

   "Taylor kind of walked in on us," Dawn said.  "Hussy bitch saw we were
all naked and asked to join the party."

   "You're just mad because I've just fucked your husband better than you
ever did," Taylor gibed at her.

   "Fair's fair," Dawn retorted.  "Remember, your husband was doing me all
night long last night.  That's a fine hunk of cock."

   "Ladies, please!" came Larry's interjection.  "I resent being referred
to as a single piece of anatomy."

   "You mean like a fine piece of ass?" Belinda chided.

   "Exactly," Larry said.  "You are obviously more than a fine piece of
ass."

   "Although," Steven offered, "she is a fine piece of ass."

   "And a pretty good fuck, too," Belinda encouraged my husband.

   "Absolutely," Steven confirmed.

   "Well, it sounds like lots of fun," Belinda said.  "Charlie and I will
have to visit for the festivities some weekend."

   I looked at Dawn, who nodded imperceptibly.  I checked Taylor.  She
grinned.

   "That would be perfect," she said.  "We'd love to have you and Charlie
join us.  I'm sure Jeremy would find you delectable."

   "Not to mention a fine piece of ass," Charlie chuckled.

   Belinda looked at him sternly.  "So, tell me, Terri.  Now that you've
started down this path, does it suit you as much as it seems?"

   I shrugged.  "It seems so.  My emotions seem to be under control.  I
don't get really jealous until a glorious beauty like you takes up with my
husband.  Then, I just put all that energy into fucking whoever my partner
is.  By the time I've cum a couple of times things seem to balance out."

   "Well, you've seem to have had practice," she smiled at me.  "All of
your husband's partners this past weekend are stunning."

   "We are a pretty good-looking bunch of bitches, aren't we?" Dawn said.
"Don't you boys think so?"

   The men all agreed and Belinda rose to help Charlie refresh our drinks.
When they returned, they seemed to settle so that the next set of coupling
could be accomplished.  Charlie settled in next to Dawn.  Belinda moved
toward Larry and urged Taylor toward Steven.

   "You know, if Dan was home," Belinda said to Charlie, "we wouldn't be
unevenly matched like this."

   "Who is Dan?" Dawn asked.

   "Charlie's son," Belinda replied.  "He's just home from college for the
summer."



   "He's not your son?" Dawn wanted to know.

   "Heaven's no!" Belinda said.  "That would be incest!  No, he's Charlie's
from his first marriage.  I'm Charlie's trophy wife."

   "You've been doing your stepson?" Dawn sounded shocked.

   "He's not really a stepson, darling.  In fact, Dan introduced me to
Charlie.  We were dating for about three months before I took up with
Charlie."

   "I told you that you were too mature for my son," Charlie laughed.

   "Well, since Dan and I were already sleeping together, we didn't see any
reason to stop just because I took up with Charlie."

   "And, you're okay with that?" Dawn asked.

   Charlie shrugged.  "Dan and I have common interests.  Belinda is one of
them."

   "Sounds like you've got your own little club right here," I told
Belinda.

   "I've been very deprived since Dan when off to college," she said with a
mock frown.

   "Nonsense," Charlie chided her.  "When have I ever denied you?"

   "Excuse me," Dawn interjected, scooting herself around our host.  "Do
you mind if I suck on this while you two argue?" She grabbed his flaccid
cock and raised it up to her lips.

   Leave it to Dawn to get everybody rolling down the familiar track.  I
got to enjoy the site of the three couples in front of me in various forms
of foreplay.  I was seated comfortably on the sofa, sipping at my drink,
with my right leg cocked on the cushions and my left foot resting on the
floor.  A soft, masculine voice came from behind me.

   "I seem to be overdressed for this party," the voice said, barely
audible.  I looked to my right and saw a 20-year-old Charlie Turnball
standing just behind my sofa.

   "You would be Dan?" I asked, not even bothering to attempt to hide my
nakedness.

   "That's me," he grinned.  "If you don't mind I'll fix a drink and sit
here next to you.  You seem to be missing a partner."

   "Terri," I said by way of introduction, sticking out my hand toward him.
He took it and held it very still.

   "Warm.  Walk with me to the bar.  I think I like your attitude."

   I walked with Dan to the bar and he efficiently mixed his scotch and
soda.  "Anything for you?" he asked.

   "I've just had a refill," I said.  "I'd like to keep conscious."

   He motioned toward the sofa and we walked in that direction, skirting
the couples on the floor.

   "You don't seem surprised," I said.  "Does this happen often?"

   "Not often," he replied, gesturing to the seat, "but frequently enough
to not surprise me.  My parents are highly sexual people.  I've seen it
before.  What brings you here?"

   I pointed to Steven as he energetically slurped at the delectable
Taylor. "My husband."

   Dan nodded.  "And have you just been sitting here naked watching all
night?"

   I sipped at my drink.  "Actually, no," I said, feeling somewhat
embarrassed.  "Just this round.  Your father and I...well, you know."

   He smiled.  "Indeed I do."

   "And," I began, "I know, too.  I mean, about Belinda."

   His mouth made an "O" as he nodded and sipped his Scotch.  "It must seem
strange and perverted to you."

   I shrugged.  "I don't know.  Father and son, both are having sex with
the same woman, as long as she's not the real mother?  I guess its okay."

   "We started before she met my Dad," Dan said.  "It was her idea to keep
going."

   "That doesn't surprise me," I acknowledged.  "What was your father's
reaction?"

   "He said it was better than her slipping around on him.  He'd rather
know about it, have it all out in the open."

   "What about you?"

   Dan smiled and nodded.  "She loves me.  Don't get me wrong, she loves my
Dad, too, a lot.  We both love her, too.  So far, it seems to work."

   "Same for me," I admitted.  "So far, it seems to work."

   The cry from the other side of the room startled us both.  "Dan!  Dan!
Is that you?" Belinda had realized that the young man was in the room with
us.

   "Yes, it's me, Belinda," Dan called back.  "Looks like you're having
fun."

   The redhead was on her hands and knees as Larry pounded into her from
behind.

   "Very nice," Belinda said.  "One of my favorite ways, you know."

   "I know," Dan laughed.  He had the same engaging, bright smile and laugh
that his father had.

   "Oh, oh!" Belinda yelped as Larry punched home a couple of deep thrusts.
"Get naked, Dan, and share yourself with our guests," Belinda directed.

   "Do you mind?" Dan asked me.

   "I don't see why not," I replied.  "I'm naked.  You might as well be,
too."

   Dan stood and pulled his polo shirt over his head.  He shucked off his
loafers and unbuckled his belt.  His trousers and underwear came off in a
single sweep.  When he stood up, I could see he had the same swimmers body
as Jeremy.

   "Nice," I commented.

   "Thanks," Dan said, resuming his seat next to me.  "So are you."

   I raised my glass and we touched rims.

   "We don't have to do anything, you know," he said, "you and me.  I know
this must be a bit strange to you."

   "Sweetie, I've fucked four strange men in the last couple of days.  I
don't imagine one more will destroy me."

   "Oh," he said, looking a little sad.  "I'm sorry you haven't enjoyed
your experiences."

   "I didn't say that.  All of them were lovely and exciting.  I just don't
want you to feel obligated to do anything.  But, if you would like to, I'm
fine with it."

   "You know what I'd like, Terri?" he said.  "I'd like to sit here and
chat with you just like we've been doing.  No pressure.  No plan.  Just
enjoy each other's company."

   "And, if we feel like it later, we can fuck like mink, right?"

   "If we feel like it," he agreed.

   We talked for nearly thirty minutes.  I found out he was doing fairly
well at college and seemed to enjoy the challenge.  His frustration was in
the survey courses that seemed intent on cramming an entire course of
instruction into one term and the intention of too many of his graduate
teaching assistants to cull out those they believed weren't capable of
making the grade.  When I asked about his intended major, he was unsure.

   "I like science in high school.  Math was great.  I don't want to do
business, though.  I really haven't made up my mind."

   As we talked, I thought, I really like this kid.  He's got a good head
on his shoulders, seems unabashed about his personal situation and is
easy-going and well-balanced.  I decided that I really did want to fuck
him.

   I began by reaching back and stroking him gently as we talked.  He asked
me how I had come to be involved in the mini-orgy in his home.

   "What's a full-fledged orgy," I wanted to know.

   "Oh, five couples, at least," he said.

   I told him the story of Dawn, Steven and Larry's original plan and my
eventual decision to go along.  Then I told him something I hadn't even
admitted to myself or to Steven.

   "The fact is, I really, really liked it," I said.  "There hasn't been a
second that I haven't just relished all the sensations and the reactions. I
guess that makes me a slut."

   "That's much too pejorative a term," he said.  "You're enthusiastic."

   "You're right.  I'm an enthusiastic slut."

   We both laughed.

   "That being the case," I said, having determined to advance, "I'd
really, really like it if you'd fuck me.  Would you mind?"

   Dan responded by sliding off the sofa to the floor, plopping my knees
across his shoulders and directing his tongue toward my box.

   "I've been drooling for this since I came in, Terri.  Can I please eat
your pussy before we fuck?"

   "Yes, darling," I said, mimicking his mother, "please eat my pussy
before you fuck me."

   Dan did both, and did them both exquisitely.  It was obvious that
Belinda had taught this youngster well.  The fact that they were both so
open about their sexuality had apparently allowed them both to practice the
finer points of both operations.  He had me screaming with orgasms several
times before he pulled his lips from my steaming box.



   My pussy was literally quivering by the time he finally penetrated me.
The sensation was not unlike a small orgasm as he gently slid himself deep
within me.  I smiled as I recognized that I was in the same position on the
love seat that his step-mother had been when my husband had taken her.

   "That's never happened before," I gasped, looking into his handsome face
and feeling his meat lodged inside me.

   A look of concern crossed his face.  "Are you all right?" he asked.

   "Definitely all right," I breathed.  "You're the first to make me orgasm
during penetration, though.  I've never had that happen to me before."

   He grinned.  "That sounds sort of clinical.  Did you come when I fucked
you?"

   He slid himself out and back in, making my eyes roll up in me head.

   "Almost constantly," I whispered.  "I think I like how you fuck me."

   Dan's lovemaking started out firm, but gentle.  His thrusts began slowly
and inexorably and increased in tempo and resolve as he expertly brought me
toward what I knew would be a crushing climax.  Then, he backed off,
slowing to his original gentle, temperate pace.  My body backed away from
the orgasm I knew was building within me.  When Dan sensed I was no longer
teetering on the edge, he slowly built up his speed and intensity.  My
hands rested on his strong shoulders, fingers grasping tighter as I rose
toward my crest.  I readied for the exhilarating ride over the edge, but
Dan eased me back yet again.  When I could focus on his face, I could see
he was smiling at me.

   "Having fun?" he asked.

   "Sweetie," I gasped, "you're very good.  You are going to let me come,
though, aren't you?"

   "Absolutely," he said.  "But, I'm a bit of a control freak.  I love the
idea of bringing you close, then backing you off over and over.  When it
happens, when we come, we'll come together and it will be amazing, I
promise."

   "And I love how your cock feels inside me, sliding in and out, piercing
me, filling me.  How did you learn to do this?"

   He nodded in the direction of Belinda.  "The redhead," he said.  "She
taught me that sex isn't a race to orgasm.  It's a journey of hills and
valleys, leading to a mountaintop experience of extreme pleasure, followed
by a long, delirious descent into a valley of tenderness and comfort."

   "Oh, my God!" I exclaimed.  "Come live with me and be my love!"

   "And give up all this?" he joked.  "Besides, what about your husband?"

   "I have enough love for both of you," I told him.  "Or, we could just
leave him with Belinda until he learns like you did."

   "I'm sure Belinda would like that," he said.  "But, for right now, I
want to concentrate on Terri."

   "Please do," I urged him.

   All during our kidding, Dan continued to slide gently in and out of me.
My nether regions tingled with a million sensations elicited by the
slippery friction.  My nipples nearly ached.  Warmth spread from the
joining site of our bodies throughout my belly and into my neck.

   Another hill and valley was crossed as Dan worked his magic on me.  Only
my trust that he would provide glorious completion overcame a sense of
frustration when he backed me away from the precipice one more time.

   "Oh, please," I moaned.

   Dan leaned forward and kissed my mouth, his tongue firmly, but gently,
probing, licking at my lips, entwining with my own.  This was a lover's
kiss, not just another point of hot contact.  The sensation of our lips
together made me grasp at his meat with my muscles.  He leaned back and
looked into my eyes, smiling with satisfaction.

   "Yes," was all he said.

   This time, Dan ran me up the hill with a sense of urgency.  I knew it
was going to be glorious.  I could feel the sensations begin at my toes. 
It traveled up my ankles, calves and into my thighs.  I couldn't help the
moan that escaped my lips.

   We kept traveling up the slope toward the climax.  This was a
partnership in pleasure.  He wanted my pleasure and I definitely wanted
his. My muscles clamped on his hardness.  His hands left the back of my
thighs and grasped my nipples.  He milked the ache out of them.  His breath
was sweet and gusty as it brushed across my shoulder.  My entire body felt
electrified with sensations.

   "Don't stop!" I cried out.  "Oh, please, don't stop!"

   I felt his lips suck at the tender flesh between my shoulder and my
neck. That was all I needed.  I don't know if what came out of my throat
was a scream, a cry, a moan, or if there were words attached to the sounds.
All I knew was that there were fireworks going off in my brain; that my
entire body was like a tightly coiled spring on the point of release.  At
the moment of topping the crest I became aware that Dan was continuing to
thrust with eagerness and strength.  I wished with all my heart that his
release was as close as mine.  I wanted him to enjoy me as much as I was
enjoying him.  I wanted us to come together.

   Dan's groan followed my own crest by only a few seconds.  I could feel
the pulsation of his member and the hot jet of his semen spurt deep within
me.  Dan partially withdrew, then thrust deeply inside.  The next release
seemed longer and stronger than the first.  He held himself imbedded for
the subsequent hot spurts.  It felt so wonderful that another sound escaped
my throat.

   As our ragged breath slowed to a more normal rhythm, I took his face in
my hands.  His eyes were just a little glazed and distant.  I pulled him to
me and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, just teasing those lips with my
tongue.  "I sure hope that was as good for you as it was for me," I
whispered.

   "You really are lovely," he told me, "and enthusiastic.  That was
wonderful.  Thank you."

   "You can't come live with me, you know," I said.

   Dan grinned broadly.  "I know.  But, I hope we will always be friends."

   "With benefits," I acknowledged, "for as long as you like."

   I became aware of the room as Dan and I continued locked together in the
aftermath of our joining.  Belinda was beaming.

   "Isn't he marvelous?" she asked me.

   "That he is," I told her.  "I've decided to take him home with me."

   "Not until he finishes college," Dan's father interjected.

   "I'll just have to split my Fall, Winter and Spring breaks between here
and Tulsa," Dan grinned.



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 13



   I confess that my mood was pensive on the trip back to Tulsa.  Larry
drove the RV while my husband pretended to navigate.  Taylor, Dawn and I
were relegated to the rear for the six hour drive.  I looked across the
fields we passed, seeing nothing remarkable as I ruminated over the past
several days.  My friends had a roaring game of rummy going.  I resisted
their initial attempts to include me.  I needed to think.

   Prior to our mini-orgy in the Elliot manse, Steven had remarked that my
attitudes certainly had changed.  If I was honest, I'd have to admit my
entire world view had been adjusted in the space of six days.  I had been
the one who saw sex as the special reserve between two partners.  Anything
else was despicable, at least, and more probably a depraved breach of
trust. Since Friday, however, I had been intimate with four different men
not my husband.  Worse, I thought, I had observed my husband copulating
with three other women, two of whom, the stunning Taylor and astonishingly
sensuous Belinda, would have previously brought forth virulent fits of
jealousy.  Yet, I was remarkably at ease with the situation.  In fact, I
considered all of my husband's partners my friends.

   I looked at Dawn as she sat regarding her hand at cards.  Dear Dawn. 
She was earthy, sometimes crass, open and free of any guile.  She helped
launch me on this path of discovery.  I wondered if she had any sense of
regret or wonder at the several turns things had taken to create our
current situation.  Not Dawn, I decided.  She simply accepted things as
they were, and would look forward to future events with her trademark
openness and enthusiasm.

   Enthusiasm.  That seemed to be the hallmark word for me over the past
several days.  The enchanting Dan had used that word in defining our sexual
activities.  Dawn, also, had attached that characterization to me.  I was
not just a slut.  I was an enthusiastic slut.

   But, the question tugged at me.  Was I truly a slut?  My definition of
that term had always been someone who would bed anybody in any situation. I
didn't feel that I fit that description.  I had always chosen my partners,
Larry, Jeremy, Charlie Elliot and his son, Dan.  I had been selective.  I
wasn't running the streets looking to get fucked by any and all available
males.  As each was presented to me, I chose to bed them.  Each was
attractive in his own way.  A slut wouldn't be so selective.

   What was the point of that internal argument?  The truth was I didn't
want my husband to perceive me in that way.  We had gone to Omaha to seduce
his customer, Charlie, in the hopes of landing a big contract.  That was a
lie.  I looked at Dawn, once again the instigator of bad behavior, the one
who suggested the trip and seduction.  We'd done it purely for the fun of
it.  Charlie Elliot was going to sign the contract anyway.  In fact, Steven
told us he'd signed it before we'd even showed up for dinner.  Charlie
didn't know he was going to be set upon by three determined females looking
for one more sexual experience.  That's why he'd brought his wife to
dinner. We'd been fortunate that their personal situation mirrored our
intentions and permitted the glorious evening's activities and the
resultant arrangements for future visits by all concerned.

   I ventured an interruption to the card game.  "How long do you think it
will be until Charlie and Belinda visit?" I asked my friends.

   "Couple, maybe three weeks," Dawn said.

   "I'd say a month or two," Taylor offered, nodding in agreement.

   I considered the time span.  "What will we do?" I asked them.

   Dawn looked at me strangely.  "I'll fuck him.  I liked fucking him."

   Taylor laughed lightly at our friend's straightforward manner.  "I'll
bring Jeremy for Belinda.  She'll like him.  He'll remind her of Dan. 
Then, why I guess I'll do the same as Dawn said."

   "You having second thoughts about inviting them down, Sweetie?" Dawn
asked me.

   "No, no.  Nothing like that.  Just wondering," I answered.

   My thoughts, however, had wandered onto a different plane.  What would
we three do until the visit?  Would it be enough?  Would I yearn for more?
What would I do?

   You're an idiot, I though to myself.  You wait.  Delay the
gratification. Enjoy the friends you have, Larry, Dawn, Jeremy and Taylor.
Make love with your husband.

   "I'm an idiot," I said aloud.

   "No, you're not," Taylor offered.

   "No, she is," Dawn sniffed.  "I'd just like to know what brought about
that revelation."

   "I was just thinking how boring things are going to be, you know,
without them around."

   "See?" Dawn shot at Taylor.  "She is an idiot.  That's why I love her.
She's worried things will get boring."

   "Stop it," Taylor defended me to Dawn.  "She's just trying to get her
mind wrapped around everything."

   "Crap!" Dawn said.  She twisted her head toward me.  "You going to stop
screwing Larry and Jeremy?"

   I shrugged.  "I wasn't thinking about that."

   "Well, that's what we're going to do," Dawn snapped, "just like before.
We'll be fine.  When they show up, we'll invite `em into the party.  And,
if you think you'll be bored, we'll find some way to spice things up.  Come
live with Larry for a week.  Play newlyweds or something.  Hell, I bet Dan
shows up next weekend.  We'll just pass him around like a good recipe.  I
promise you won't get bored."

   "I know," I admitted.  "I was being an idiot."

   "It's all right, you know," Taylor said.  "You just roll with the flow.
You get laid when you can.  And, when you can't, you've got a marvelous
husband.  I'm sure he'll be more than willing to fill your needs."

   "Of course," I said.  "You guys are terrific."

   The next morning I was sitting at the table in the breakfast nook with a
steaming mug of coffee when Steven made it into the kitchen.  I wore a
kimono style wrap, white, untied.  We'd spent the night in our own bed,
touching, but without sex.  We were both exhausted from the last five days
of marathon fucking.  Steven was naked.

   "Coffee's fresh," I told him.  He grunted, poured himself a mug and sat
with me at the table.

   "You look stunning," he said.  "Feeling better?"

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "Last night was nice.  I like snuggling with you."

   "It was nice," he agreed, sipping at his brew.

   "I'm doing a load of laundry.  It's mostly towels and stuff.  You got
anything?"

   "Just what we took to Omaha.  We haven't used much around here the last
few days."

   It caused a giggle to escape my lips.

   "Do we need to have another talk?" he asked.

   "It couldn't hurt," I replied.  "You're my best friend.  I like talking
with you."

   "So, you're not mad about anything from the last few days?"

   "No, baby.  Not mad.  It's been wild, a little bit over the top, maybe.
I got a little jealous when you were making love to Belinda.  That went
away when Dan and I got it on together." I shrugged, "This is new for me.
I've always been and one man woman."

   "You know what I think?" he asked.  "I think you still are.  I think you
love me and you know that I'm simply crazy about you.  We fit.  You know
what I mean?  We fit together so perfectly.  We're partners."

   "I like that," I said.  "Partners.  Everything else is, what?  A
diversion?"

   Steven leaned toward me.  "That's it," he said.  "Entertainment." He
kissed me lightly.

   "When we were coming back I asked the girls what we were going to do
from now on.  We sort of hit a high point this weekend.  I'm wondering if
there's going to be a big letdown."

   Steven shrugged.  "Maybe, somewhat."

   "Would you be disappointed if it went back to being just you and me?" I
asked him.

   Steven looked at me and smiled for a few seconds.  "Look, I'd be lying
if I said I didn't enjoy the last couple of days.  Did you know you make
wonderful sounds when you're having sex?  I really loved hearing those
sounds, all those moans and whimpers.  Every time I heard one of them it
made me aware that you were having a good time and that made me feel really
good about what was going on.  So, yes.  I'd miss that.  But, if, for some
reason, you decided that you don't want to have fun like that anymore, I'd
be okay with it.  I'm not sure I'd understand it, but I'll go along with
it, if that's what you want."

   "What about Dawn and Taylor and Belinda?"

   "What about them?"

   "Wouldn't you miss having sex with them?"

   "Sure.  But, you know, at the root of that, they're just a means to an
end."

   I looked at him in question, encouraging him to expand.

   "As much fun as it was with them, they provided something more than
gratification for me.  They provided partners for you."

   "So they only reason you screwed them is so I could have sex with their
husbands?  I chided him.

   He shrugged again, smiling broadly.  "It's a really big part of it, Ter.
I'm being really honest, here.  It's all fun, but my focus is squarely on
you.  I want you to have fun, to enjoy your life, to feel excited,
exhilarated, and free to do what makes you happy.  If I get to have some
fun along the way, that's okay, too.  The fact is that I'm going to be
okay, no matter what, as long as you love me.  My heart's desire is that
you are more than okay.  I want you deliriously happy."

   "I don't want to wreck this," I told him.  "I am happy.  But, I don't
want anything to ruin our partnership."

   "The only way I see that happening is if you fall in love with somebody
else.  As long as we keep the `we' of you and me the highest priority I
think we'll be fine.

   "Now it's your turn.  Tell me what you think," he asked.

   "There's a little trepidation," I smiled at him.  "I was afraid you were
going to fall in love, especially with Belinda.  She's so elegant."

   Steven acknowledged, "That she is.  But, she's not my Terri.  You're the
one I love.  I like the others, Dawn, Taylor and Belinda.  The sex is
great. But you're my love.  You're my partner."

   "I wonder if they're having this same sort of talk," I said.

   "Don't know," Steven answered.  "Don't really care.  You're the only one
I really care about.  So, what do you think?"

   "I think I've got a perfect situation," I said.  "I've got the security
of being married to the sweetest man ever.  And, I've got a wonderful sex
life of warm, comfortable sex with my husband and the excitement of the
variety with close friends and the occasional new friend.  Are we going to
be able to survive like this?"

   "I don't see why not," Steven told me, "as long as we agree to be honest
and straight-forward with one another and put the `we' first."

   "This whole thing has changed me, you know," I told him.

   "What do you mean?"



   I took a deep breath and tried to organize my thoughts.  "I used to
think about sex with you a couple of times a week, we'd connect and it
would be loving and tender, not that we didn't have our occasional
instances of a jungle fuck," I said.  "Since last week, though, I've
thought of little else.  Sex is on my mind constantly.  I liked Larry
fucking me.  Jeremy was very enjoyable.  The thing with Charlie is what
made me realize I had changed."

   "How's that," my husband asked.



   "Did you ever have a woman come to you and whisper, `I'm going to fuck
you tonight,' Steven?"

   "Can't say that I have."

   "Well, that's what I was thinking all night before we went back to
Charlie's house.  I would look at him and think to myself, I'm going to
fuck you.  There was a little hitch in that when I found out Belinda was
there and was Charlie's wife.  But, as soon as it became clear that she was
intent on having you and that Charlie was free, that same sensation rushed
back into my head."

   "And, you did, didn't you?"

   "I did.  But, I never had a thought like that before.

   "Then, there was Daniel," I continued.

   "What about Daniel?" my husband asked.

   "It was almost a matter of course," I said.  "We were having a really
nice conversation, and after Belinda told him to strip, we were both there
naked.  The thing with Daniel was like a continuation of that conversation.
We just moved from talking into fucking.  In fact, I thought we might have
even continued talking together while we were fucking."

   "Okay," Steven said, slowly.

   "The point is, what started with Larry, Dawn, and you and me has grown
exponentially.  I liked fucking Larry.  The two nights we spent in the
guest bedroom were great.  But, now I want more.  I want to spend the night
with Jeremy, just to see what that's like.  And, with Charlie and Daniel,
too."

   "If that's what you want, Ter," Steven said, "I'm sure we could arrange
it."

   "And you're not worried?"

   "Should I be?"

   "I don't know."

   "Would you be worried if the situation was reversed?  Suppose I said I
wanted to spend a night with Belinda and you would have Charlie or Daniel
at your disposal.  Would you be worried?"

   "I don't know.  No, I don't think so.  But, I know how I feel about you.
When you're through with her, I'm here for you.  Is that the way you feel?"

   Steven shrugged.  "That's one way to put it.  It might be more accurate
to say that I know for certain that you love me.  Once you've had your fun
with any of them, I know you're coming back to me.  It's like dancing."

   "How so?"

   "Well, you know I hate to dance, right?"

   "Yes." Steven really hated dancing.  He felt awkward and uneasy.  He'd
never learned and had no interest in it.  We'd sway to soft music, but fast
dancing, the kind I loved, was an anathema to him.

   "So, I let you dance whenever and with whomever you please, don't I?"

   "That's so different," I protested.

   "No, it's not.  When you're done, you come back to me, a little
breathless, maybe, tired, exhilarated and completely happy.  But, you come
back to me."

   I shook my head.  "Nope.  This is different."

   "How is it different?"

   "Because," I said, searching for the right words, then throwing up my
hands in frustration.  "Because I'm fucking them!"

   "Lemme see," Steven said, looking at my head from ear to ear, searching
my body from top to bottom.  "No noticeable change that I can see.  You've
been fucking, as you so indelicately put it, for the past four or five
days. Yet, here you are, still gorgeous, still in love with me, unchanged
except for the momentary melancholy of self-inflicted guilt.  Hell, I don't
even see evidence of a hickey or love bite, which would, with time,
disappear anyway."

   I love Steven because he always had the knack of making me laugh.  Once
again, he succeeded.

   "So, my Prince Charming," I chided him, "you really don't care that I've
been fucking like a bunny for the past few days?"

   "And what, pray tell, my sweet Rapunzel, have I been doing for the same
period as you?"

   "So you don't care who I fuck?"

   "Nay, nay!" he exclaimed.  "I care very much.  Your partner must be of
quality breeding, good manners, and of your choosing.  No street tramp or
vile vagrant for my Princess."

   We laughed together.

   "Seriously, Ter," Steven continued, "You get to choose.  So far, you've
done a sterling job, I think.  We've got some great new friends.  What
matters most is that we, you and I, have that essential element of our love
that belongs to us and to nobody else.  The rest is just dancing!"

   There was a long period of silence.  I sipped my mug, and discovered
cold dregs.  I rose to pour myself another cup, gestured toward Steven with
the pot, and refilled his mug, as well.

   "I could teach you," I offered.

   "What?  To dance?  Forget it!  Hell, if I'll share your body with Larry,
Charlie and whomever, I'm damned sure not going through the misery of
learning to do something I hate just so you won't dance with anybody else.
No, Baby.  You have your fun.  I'd rather drive spikes in my eyes than
flail around out in public like that."

   "It's a good thing you're good in bed," I told him.  "I'd hate it if you
sat out all that, too."

   "Well, as a matter of fact," he said, leaning back in his chair, licking
his thumb and flicking it across the head of his naked cock as if
extinguishing a burning ember, "I haven't had any complaints in the last
few days."

   I dropped to one knee next to him.  "Here," I said, "let me see that
thing." I picked up his member with two fingers and pretended to examine it
closely.

   "What are you looking for?" he asked.

   "Evidence," I retorted.  "Dawn's come in the crevices, or a blonde hair
from Taylor lodged among the pubes, or, even worse, one of Belinda's red
curls hiding in here somewhere." I lifted it upright and planted a long,
loving kiss on the bottom ridge of his flesh.

   "Careful, now," Steven warned.  "That kind of activity leads to
trouble."

   "Hey, fella," I snapped, "this hunk of meat belongs to me.  The girls
can use it as they like.  But, in the end, this," I tugged at it gently,
"is mine."

   I wasn't the only one changed by our weekend experience.  Steven and I
became like newlyweds.  We were making love every night, most mornings, and
my husband would come home for the occasional nooner.  This went on for
weeks.  He'd call and ask if I had room for him in my busy schedule.  I
always did.  Finally, I got an explanation.

   "What's going on with us?" I demanded.  "It's not that I'm complaining,
but the usual twice a week boff has turned into a virtual marathon.  You're
leaving work at least three or four days a week to get laid at lunch. 
What's the deal?"

   "Truth is," Steven started, "since the big weekend and the Omaha trip, I
can't seem to get enough.  Some days I'll just be sitting in my office and
a vision of you with Charlie or Jeremy will flash through my head.  It's an
instant hard-on.  Or, I'll remember how hot you looked on that sofa with
Daniel and, whew!  I just want to be inside you.

   "You're smoking hot, Ter.  I'd let myself forget that.  Our weekend
reminded me.  That's all.  Why?  Is there a problem?"

   "No, you goof," I laughed.  "We had settled into kind of a routine and
this is really different from that.  I was just wondering.  I love this,
though.  Of all the cocks I've had inside me, yours is the one I love the
best."

   "Oh, my word!  You're a craven bitch, Terri.  Look what you've done to
me!" Steven pointed at his crotch where I saw he was growing firm again.

   "What did I do?" I kidded him.

   "'Of all the cocks,' you said, bringing to my mind the four days of
watching you with four different men.  Four days of seeing you steam with
passion, moaning and crying out with each orgasm.  I've got to have you. 
I've got to have you now!"

   I took my husband by the hand and led him to the family room.  I doffed
my shorts and panties and pulled my tank top over my head.  I bent forward
over the arm of our couch.

   "Come on," I told him.  "Rip yourself off a piece of ass.  I'm ready. 
Fuck me like the slut I am.  I love being your slut."

   It was a pure, hard, jungle fuck.  Steven kept his hands on my waist,
pulling me onto his steely cock.  Every thought and memory vanished from my
head as I surrendered to my lover, feeling him plunge into my depths over
and over again.  In this position, the head of his cock would blast across
my g-spot on each thrust, causing me to cry out as the exquisite agony shot
electric shocks through my clit and spread throughout my lower belly.  My
muscles clamped on him, yet he hurled through the barrier, forcing his cock
deep within me time after time.

   "Oh, yes!" I hissed, a building, hot sensation growing just above my
knees.  The burning spread up through my thighs.  "You fuck me," I
commanded him.  "Fuck your slut wife," I ordered, my body climbing the hill
toward climax.

   Steven started to groan.  "You can't stop me now!" I shouted.  "I'm
coming!  Squirt your load in me!"

   Steven grunted and stopped his thrusting motion, his cock embedded in my
depths.  I felt the hot splash inside me as I wailed my own completion. 
Steven pulled back and drove himself forward with the force of a
pile-driver.  This squirt seemed to coat my innards with molten chocolate,
so thick and warm was it.  Then he pulled nearly out and thrust to the hilt
once again, another stream of warm come spurting into me.  I clamped my
muscles on him, pulling and milking for every last droplet of his pearly
essence.

   I could feel the sweat rise on the back of my legs and the small of my
back.  I tossed my hair to the side off my neck as the warmth spread toward
the top of my head.

   Steven thrust into me one more time.  "I love when you do that," he
growled.

   In a voice robbed of breath, I managed to as what the `what' was.

   "Toss your hair," he panted, "like that.  You're so damned sexy when you
do that."

   "Sexier than when I'm fucking Larry, or Jeremy, or Charlie or Daniel?"

   Steven groaned.  "Pretty close," he gasped, still catching his breath.
"Watching you fuck is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.  The hair toss is a
more personal thing because you do it after fucking me."

   We did settle into a new routine.  Dawn was, of course, the instigator.
Every couple of months she'd call around and set up what she called a house
party.  We'd spend two or three days naked with Taylor, Jeremy, Dawn and
Larry.  Belinda would show up with either Daniel or Charlie in tow.  We'd
laze about by the pool if it was warm enough, or inside watching videos,
movies or sports during the winter.  We made an annual pilgrimage to Omaha,
get gussied up properly, then go back to Charlie and Belinda's place for
our fun-fest.  Dawn would holler, "Road trip!" and contact Belinda to make
the arrangements.  We'd spend a day or two with Charlie, Daniel and
Belinda, then head back to Tulsa.  Usually, that would mark the end of our
swapping out for a couple of months.

   I found out from Dawn and Taylor that their spouses were a lot like
Steven after these road trips.  They were all insatiable.  That would last
for a couple of months and then the call would come from Dawn for another
house party.

   There are horror stories out there about how this lifestyle ruins
marriages, causes break-ups and destroys relationships.  It didn't happen
with us.  I attribute that to the casual spirit of our extra-marital
couplings and the stable nature of our relationships.  Everybody involved
seemed aware that the sex was just for fun.  We all came to love one
another, but as wonderful friends.  The life-mate relationships were
reserved for our individual spouses.

   Our numbers evened out when Daniel married the magnificent Sophia.  She
was exotic and incredibly sensual with flowing dark hair and flashing blue
eyes.  Daniel introduced us all as family when he brought her to one of
Dawn's house parties.  After Dawn and Belinda, totally nude, explained that
these activities were part of our "family ritual" to maintain sexual
diversion and preclude wandering spouses, Sophia claimed her future
father-in-law, Charlie, as her first partner.

   We all got to do some traveling.  Business trips were not unusual for
our men.  I spent a week on the West Coast with Jeremy.  I still remember
the chill of excitement that ran through me when Jeremy announced his trip
to the group and my loving, creative and generous husband simply said,
"Take my wife, please."



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 14



   Steven helped me pack for the trip.  He made certain I packed only the
most sensual of outfits and under things.  "You're not going out there to
hike, ride horses or dig ditches," he stated as he held up a tiny bikini
top and then folded it neatly into a corner of my suitcase.

   "You're sure you don't mind, Steven," I asked him.

   "Mind?  Are you nuts?  I'm going to have the worst case of blue balls
for an entire week thinking about you getting laid like a newlywed out
there."

   "Taylor will be here alone," I reminded him.  "I'm sure she'll be able
to relieve your agony."

   "And Dawn is just next door," he smiled at me.  "She ought to be good
for an occasional quickie."

   I flailed at him with the pair of thigh-high stockings I was packing.

   "Seriously, Steven," I said, slowly rolling the stocking between my
fingers.  "If you think this is too much then I won't go."

   My husband took my face in his hands and kissed me gently.  "Remember
me?" he whispered.  "I'm the on who asked him to take you with him."

   Taylor and Jeremy arrived just after six the next morning.  "The
flight's at ten," Jeremy said.  "We need to be there by eight."

   Steven had allowed me to dress conservatively for the flight.  The term
was relative.  My black skirt molded to my hips and the white, satin blouse
showed nearly four full inches of cleavage.  The three inch heels on the
pointed-toed, black pumps weren't too unmanageable.  I'd worn the black
thigh highs I'd planned on packing the previous night.

   "I definitely approve," Taylor told me as she checked out my attire. 
"Provocative and sexy, yet reasonable.  You'll have all the men in business
class drooling."

   "You won't mind if I cling to you then?" I told Jeremy.

   "Not a problem," he grinned.  "I'd be delighted to protect you from the
lechery of our fellow passengers."

   Steven drove to the airport with Taylor at his side.  Jeremy and I were
relegated to the rear seat of his Beamer.  He looked every bit the athlete
in khaki slacks, a tan polo and brown summer-weight jacket.  I couldn't
help but smile as I remembered the six-pack his shirt covered and I had
caressed and tongued on the several occasions we'd been paired together in
the past weeks.

   "Just remember," Taylor told him as we drove down the long ramp toward
the departure area, "she's not to be used to seal any deals.  You treat her
right or I'll have you balls for breakfast when you get back."

   "Hey, wait a minute," I interjected.  "I think I should decide.  If
Jeremy thinks I can help him make his sale, I trust he's not going to link
me up with some disgusting slob."

   "That's not going to be the problem," Taylor said.  "These guys are all
horn-dog fraternity brothers of Jeremy's.  Not an ugly one in the bunch. 
But, if he let's one of `em screw you, the others will all think they
deserve a shot, too!"

   "Sounds like it could be interesting," I said.  "Steven, do you mind if
I pull a train for all of Jeremy's pals?"

   Steven looked at me in the mirror.  "Whatever it takes to make the sale.
You, Dawn and Taylor did an amazing job getting Charlie to sign on."

   "Yeah, sure," I scoffed at him.  "My bet it was more about you doing
Belinda that cemented that deal."

   "I told you," Steven said, "that I didn't do her.  She did me."

   "Whatever," I said, and turned to Jeremy.  "If you need a slut to make
your deal, sweetheart, you know where to find one."

   Our flight to LA was uneventful, except for the frequent visits the
flight crew seemed to need to the rear of the plane.  Jeremy smiled each
time one of them passed and squeezed my hand.  "If they think you look
good," he whispered, "they would absolutely crap if they knew how good you
smell."

   "And screw," I whispered back.

   Jeremy chuckled and nodded.  "Don't do that," he said.  "Just
remembering makes me get firm."

   Taylor had been right about Jeremy's friends.  They were all hunks. 
They met us in the hotel bar after we'd rented our car and checked in. 
Teddy, Jim, Bob and Tony were all former athletes who worked for the same
agency as Jeremy.  This weeklong session was supposed to bring them all
together to proclaim the value of some sports drink in an ad campaign for
print, billboards, radio and television.

   The first afternoon Jeremy was involved in meetings with the clients so
I was left to my own devices.  I decided to go shopping.  I found a couple
of little boutiques and browsed without finding anything particularly
interesting.  A little nail shop in the strip mall attracted my attention
and I decided to get a treatment.  Two young Latino girls fussed and
fretted over my fingers, all the while jabbering constantly and
unintelligibly.  When they were finished, one of them said, "There you go,
ma'am.  How you like it?"

   I had to admit they had done a marvelous job.  My nails looked like they
belonged to the slut whose husband had sent her to the coast for a week of
shameless ardor and excitement.  I paid without complaint, tipped both the
girls excessively for their attentiveness, and left the shop feeling wanton
and reckless.  I decided that the only cure for my state of arousal was to
show myself off at the hotel pool.  I went to the room, stripped off my
travel attire and unpacked the tiny white bikini Steven had packed for me.
I wrapped myself in a terry robe, donned dark glasses and made my way to
the deck around the pool.  Shedding the robe I selected a lounger near a
table and lay down to relax, sun, and draw admiring glances from swimmers
and other sun worshipers.

   An attendant approached and asked if I'd like a drink.  "A sloe gin
fizz, I think," I told him.  He asked for my room number.  I smiled.  "Ten
thirty-four," I told him.

   "We'll put it on your bill," he said, then turned to fetch my drink.

   The sun felt wonderful on my body.  I lay there, sipped my drink and let
my mind drift to the possibilities of the coming week.  Jeremy would be
attentive as he could in view of his obligations.  Assuming his friends
knew about Taylor, and I was pretty sure they did, I wondered how he would
explain my presence.  Were his friends in the network that Taylor had
mentioned they'd played with in the past?  Would they suppose Taylor and
Jeremy were having issues in their marriage?  I started to project what the
days and nights would be like for the next week.  Would I always have the
company of five hunks at dinner and into the evening?  Was I to be the only
female in the crew or would the others bring their wives and lovers with
them?  I admitted I had no idea if any of them were married, engaged or
otherwise attached.  Did it matter?  I decided it didn't matter to me, and
if anyone else was concerned they would just have to deal with it.

   I rolled onto my stomach and crossed my arms under my head, admiring my
nails in the process.  No point in agonizing over those issues, I decided.
What I needed to consider was my attire for dinner.  I smiled as I recalled
how Steven had carefully selected outfits, mixing and matching.  He even
insisted I pack a simple, sleek black dress and provided a garment bag to
protect a gown, should I need it.  He was so sweet.  I hoped Taylor and
Dawn would take good care of him, and was convinced they would.

   The waiter returned and asked if I'd like a refill.

   "Please," I said, rolling over and peeking at him over the top of my
sunglasses.  "And, would you tell me your name?"

   "Tom," he said.

   "Terri." I extended my hand.

   "Alliterative," he said, smiling.

   "Tom and Terri," I agreed.  "Sounds like a couple."

   Tom chuckled.  "I doubt Teresa would approve," he grinned.  "My better
half."

   "Also alliterative," I observed.  "You're well matched."

   "Yes, ma'am," he said.  "Be right back with your refill."

   As I watched him walk toward the bar I thought how brazen and slutty I
had become.  Here I sat, virtually naked, coming on to a complete stranger.
The fleeting thought of how his cock would feel up inside me whisked
through my mind.  I nodded to myself.  Yes, Terri, I thought.  You've
become a real slut.  Then I saw Steven's smiling face and remembered his
words.  "I'm so proud of you," he'd said.

   One more drink, I told myself, then a shower and preparations for
dinner. I didn't even know where we were going but, unless it was extremely
formal, my inventory of clothing was all pretty similar.  My choices were
limited to tight, revealing, or down-right provocative.

   I was in the room when Jeremy called to check on me.

   "What's the plan for dinner?" I asked looking at the assortment of
clothing I'd laid across the bed.  "I'm trying to decide what to wear."

   "We're meeting the troops at Caldwell's sometime near seven," he said.
"I'll be there in about an hour.  I'll need a shower and change clothes."

   "What kind of place is Caldwell's?" I asked.

   "It's and upscale roadhouse," he answered.  "Think of Logans without the
peanut shells on the floor."

   Provacative, flashed through my mind.

   "What about transportation?" I asked him.

   "I'll take you, of course," he responded.

   "No," I said, softly, "I mean, will be taking the train?"

   "Oh!" he laughed.  "No, no.  Not tonight, anyway.  Tonight you're all
mine."

   "Should I go ahead and get dressed, then?"

   "Yeah," Jeremy said.  "We'll be pressed for time."

   When his keycard swiped the lock I had just slipped into the
slit-to-my-hip skirt and was fastening the catch at the waistband.  I
turned to see him rush in, toss the card on the desk and grab his suitcase.

   "So, you're almost ready," he stated.

   "Um hmm," I agreed.  "I need to touch up the lipstick a little and grab
a purse.  You'd better get into the shower."

   He stripped out of his clothes as if we'd been married for years.  He
stepped confidently into the bathroom and I could hear the water of the
shower hissing in seconds.  I check my purse for lipstick and followed him
into the bathroom.

   "Jeremy?" I called.

   "Oh, shit!" he yelled.  "Sorry.  I didn't realize you were in here."

   "Fixing my face, darling, like I told you.

   "I want to ask you something," I continued.

   "Sure."

   "Your buddies."

   "What about them?"

   "Do they know about Taylor?  I mean, they know you're married, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "So, how are you explaining me to them?"

   "Ah," he said, and I could hear the grin on his face.  "Well, truth is,
the subject hasn't come up yet."

   "So, were they part of your network, you know, when you and Taylor were
swapping out?"

   "Well, we really didn't have a network, per se."

   "What I want to know is, did any of them have sex with Taylor?"

   Jeremy laughed.  "They're jocks, Terri.  Taylor was a cheerleader.  So,
the answer is yes.  They all had sex with Taylor at one time or another."

   I pulled the lipstick across my lips, puckered, blotted, and went out to
get my liner.  When I returned Jeremy had turned off the water and was
toweling off.

   "Was it a regular thing?  Them having sex with Taylor?"

   He stopped toweling his head to look at me.  "I wouldn't say regular. 
Some more than the others, though, sure."

   "Before you and Taylor got married, or after?" I asked him.

   "More before, I guess," he said.  "A couple of times after.  Why?"

   "I just wanted to know if any of them expect to screw whoever is with
you."

   "Expect?  Probably not.  But, once they get a load of you, want to,
definitely."

   "So," I said, tentatively, "am I going to be the only girl at dinner?"

   "No.  Jim and Bob are married.  Tony's got a steady.  Teddy's engaged.
They'll all be there."

   "Do they do what we do?"

   Jeremy stopped.  He looked at me strangely.  He smiled, then shook his
head as he propped one foot on the side of the tub.  "I don't know, Ter. 
Why would you ask that?"

   "I just want to know how to behave, hon," I told him.  "Whether I should
come on to them or just play your personal slut."

   "Okay, look.  I don't think of you as a slut, Terri.  And, as for the
other guys, why don't you just see how it goes.  Play it cool to start
with."

   "I guess what I really want to know is whether any of them know you and
Taylor swap out.  Would it create a problem if I told them I was here with
you and Taylor was staying with my husband?"

   "It might.  Why don't we stay away from that topic until it comes up?"



   "Oh, it will come up.  One of the wives will want to know how we got
together.  It's probably going to be on of the first issues we're going to
have to address.  How should we answer that?"

   "Crap!" Jeremy spat out.  "I don't want to deal with that."



   I put my hand on his shoulder and smooth it.  "I think we ought to be
honest.  It will just make things a lot easier than trying to perpetuate a
lie.  We'll just tell them you and Steven swapped wives for the week. 
We'll tell them the truth.  Everybody gets a little strange and nobody has
to cheat.  We all agreed to it, we like it, and it seems to work for us."

   "You make it sound so reasonable," he said.  "Maybe you ought to handle
it."

   "That's fine," I told him.  "I just want you to know what's happening
before we begin."

   "Those guys are really going to want to have a go at you when they find
out about our arrangement.  A swapping wife.  That must mean you're an easy
lay."

   I smiled sweetly at him.  "I'm all yours, lover, until you tell me
differently." I gave his cock a little squeeze.  "Now, finish getting
dressed.  It's half-past six already."

   Jeremy dug into his suitcase and pulled out a pair of white briefs.

   "What are you doing?" I asked him.

   "Getting dressed," he said, sticking one foot into the leg opening of
the briefs.

   I shook my head.  "Not in those, Jeremy.  You don't need those."

   "Really?" he said, looking up at me.  "Commando style?"

   "Absolutely," I insisted.  "I never let Steven wear briefs anymore. 
None of my men wear underwear when they're out with me."

   "Really," he said again.  "What about you?"

   "Why, darling," I grinned at him, "can't you tell?  Under this
deliciously provocative outfit I am as naked as I was last Saturday night."

   The ten of us were seated and the first round of drinks delivered when
before the question came.

   Bob's wife, Susan, started.  "How did you two meet each other?" she
asked sweetly.

   I grinned at Jeremy and nodded.  He shrugged.  "Actually, his wife works
with my husband," I said.

   There was a general mumbling of affirmation from around the table until
Susan pressed on.  "Well, that explains how they met.  But, what about you
two?"

   "Well," I said grinning, "we didn't know about each other until, what
was it?" I directed at Jeremy, "two months ago?"

   "Something like that," Jeremy murmured.

   "He's a little embarrassed," I told them.  "The first time we met I was
naked."

   "No kidding?" Teddy said.  "How did that happen?"

   "It seems Taylor had some paperwork to deliver to my husband over the
weekend.  It happened to be the same weekend Steven, that's my husband, and
I were having a swap session with our neighbors, Larry and Dawn."

   "No shit!" Jim exclaimed.

   "Dawn answered our door demurely attired in nothing.  She summoned
Steven.  Taylor told him they'd done much the same thing before moving to
Tulsa, and asked if they could join us," I continued.  "That's when Jeremy
got the phone call.  Right?"

   "Yeah," Jeremy said.

   "You can imagine his surprise and delight when Taylor called asked him
if he wanted to get laid."

   "So, where's Taylor now?" Jenna, Bob's wife, asked.

   "I imagine she's at my house entertaining my husband," I answered, then
turned to Jeremy again, "Wouldn't you think?"

   "Suppose so," he muttered.

   "So," Teddy said, grinning, "this is part of a wife-swapping thing?"

   "Sort of," I agreed.  "It's sort of a network of five couples.  Every so
often we get together and, well, you know, have sex with each other."

   "Oh, no you don't!" exclaimed Sonya, Tony's significant other.

   "We do," I said.  "We all trust each other.  Nobody's out to steal
anybody's spouse.  Everybody gets a little strange now and then, and
there's no cheating or lying going on."

   "Sounds real civilized," Bob observed.

   "Sounds perverted," countered his wife, Susan.

   "It seems to work out nicely for us," I said evenly.  "Granted, not
everybody can do it.  But, for us it has been terrific.  We're very
fortunate to have the kind of friends we do."

   Teddy's girlfriend, Tricia joined in.  "I'm intrigued, though.  How did
you end up making this trip with Jeremy?"

   "That was Steven's idea, my husband," I explained.  "When Jeremy told us
was coming out here for a week, Steven just said, `Take my wife, please.'
So, here I am."

   "And Taylor agreed?" Susan asked.

   I nodded.  "In fact, Susan, Taylor and Steven drove us to the airport
this morning."

   "And what are the benefits of this arrangement again?" Jenna asked.

   "The blood runs hot, there's tremendous excitement, and nobody's getting
hurt because everybody has to agree.  We don't sneak around on each other,"
I said, trying to sound as reasonable as possible.

   "Doesn't anybody get jealous?" Sonya wanted to know.

   "Not so far.  Fair's fair, if you know what I mean.  I'm out here with
Jeremy.  My husband is at home with his Taylor.  I'm getting mine, Jeremy's
going to get his, and the same goes for Taylor and Steven.  Nobody's
getting anything the other doesn't get."

   "Jeremy, you dog," Teddy chuckled at him.  "And I'll be you're not the
least bit worried about Taylor back there boinking her husband, are you?"

   My traveling companion grinned broadly and nodded in my direction. 
"Both of us are going to be having a blast."

   "Well, I do declare," Sonya said to the table at large.  "I've never
heard such a thing."

   Tony leaned toward her.  "So, you want to take on Bob, sweetie, while I
have a go at Susan?"

   "The hell you will!" Susan spluttered.  The table erupted in laughter
and Bob gave Tony a punch in the shoulder.

   "Actually," I said when the laughter had quieted a bit, "that was my
first reaction, too.  But, here I am, two-thousand miles from home with a
man not my own, and with my husband's full knowledge and approval.  We're
going to fuck like bunnies and I'm going to love every minute of it."

   Jim raised his glass.  "To fucking like bunnies!" he toasted.  Nearly
everybody chimed in, "Here, here!"

   Susan alone withheld her approval, arms folded across her chest and a
steely look on her face.  I smiled at her, all the time thinking, "Bite me,
bitch.  You don't know what you're missing."





   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 15



   "What are you doing?" Dawn spoke into the telephone.



   "Performing the ultimate act of love," Taylor sighed.  "Folding
laundry."

   "Hm," Dawn grunted shortly.  "I'd think you'd have hired someone to
perform those mundane chores."

   "Have you?" Taylor asked.

   "Uh, no," Dawn answered as if Taylor had lost her mind.  "But, I'm not
zooming off to work every day."

   "Not every day, Dawn," Taylor said.  "Just a few days a week."

   "Really," Dawn drawled.  "I didn't know that."

   "Three or four days," Taylor responded.  "It's more to keep me occupied
than anything.  The rest of the time I'm a homemaker, just like you."

   Dawn grinned.  "I highly doubt that," she told her friend.  "What do you
do with the pin money, then, if you don't mind me asking."

   This time Taylor smiled.  "I don't mind," she said.  "I spend it on
little luxuries.  You know, scented bath flakes, candles, the occasional
outfit."

   "Sexy underthings?" Dawn asked.

   Taylor laughed.  "Sometimes, yeah.  Why?"

   "Honestly," Dawn said, with a touch of resignation in her voice, "I'm
just a nosy bitch."

   "Okay," Taylor chuckled.

   "Heard from Jeremy?" Dawn wanted to know.

   "Yes, I did, as a matter of fact.  He called earlier this afternoon."

   "And?"

   "Nothing, really.  He said he and his friends had hooked up and they're
doing some kind of media blitz for some sports drink or something."

   "Did he mention Terri?"

   "No, he didn't, come to think of it.  I just assumed that no news was
good news."

   "Well, Steven hasn't heard from her, either.  I think he's feeling sorry
for himself."

   "Really?" Taylor mused.  "He did tell Jeremy to take her with him."

   "Yes, darling," Dawn replied, "but I think he had a different idea about
how things were going to be here."

   "You don't think he expected me to move in with him, do you?"

   Dawn shrugged.  "Maybe.  Anyway, I think we need to do something to
cheer him up."

   Taylor paused in her folding.  "Any ideas?"

   "Oh, hell yes," Dawn chortled.  "You know me.  I've always got ideas."

   "I'm listening," the blonde said.

   "How about the two of us dress up real sexy, land on his doorstep and
demand he take us to dinner before we gang rape him?"

   "Maybe he'd opt for the rape," Taylor suggested.

   "That's for later," Dawn told her.

   "What are you going to do with Larry?"

   "Oh, I'll send him to Minx with a shitload of dollar bills and tell him
to have a good time, keep his cock sheathed and he might get lucky when he
gets home.  He just has to make sure it's after one.

   "In the meantime, you and I will have a good dinner," Dawn continued,
"then go back to Terri's and relieve some of Steven's stress."

   "Sounds like a plan," Taylor agreed.

   "Afterwards, you're welcome to come home with me and help take the edge
off of Larry's arousal."

   "What a kind offer," Taylor smirked.  "I'm betting you'll be too weary
to handle it all yourself after Steven."

   "I guess you don't know me after all, then," Dawn laughed.  "Steven's
just the appetizer to the pounding Larry's going to want.  I thought I was
being generous to offer you the chance to participate."

   "Hmmm," Taylor hummed doubtfully.  "Let's play that part by ear," she
said.

   "Go curl those golden tresses of yours and pick out something to wear.
Underwear is optional," Dawn offered.

   "You are wicked!" Taylor whispered expressively.

   "Through and through," Dawn laughed.  "I'm going to bath, shave, and
then I'll call Steven and tell him he's taking us out."

   "He won't mind?"

   "With you on one arm and me on the other?  Are you kidding?"

   Taylor smiled broadly.  "Point taken," she said.  "And, Larry?"

   "He'll probably come in his pants before he gets out the door," Dawn
said.  "How many wives send their hubbies out to the titty bar to get
worked up with the promise of getting laid when they come home?"

   "Not many, I'd guess," Taylor agreed.

   Steven was sulking a bit when his phone rang.  He'd done fifteen laps in
the pool and had just sat down with two inches of Scotch, intending to
drown his sorrows in the liquor and a night of ESPN.

   "Hey, hot stuff," he said into the phone, recognizing the number on the
caller ID.

   "What if it had been Larry calling to borrow a weed-eater or a wrench or
something?" Dawn asked.

   "Larry doesn't call, gorgeous," he answered.  "He just comes over to get
it and knocks on the door."

   "You lonely?" she asked him.

   "Yeah, some," he admitted.

   "Well, shower, shave, dress commando-style and be prepared to take me
and the blonde bombshell to dinner.  And, if you behave, you might even get
lucky tonight."

   "Commando-style, huh?" he laughed.

   "Yeah," Dawn teased him.  "Tell you what.  If you don't wear any
underwear, neither will we."

   "You know how to lift a guys spirits, Tiny," he told her.  "Already
shaved and showered.  All that's left is to dress.  Where we going?"

   "Well, we girls are going to need a little more time to prep for this.
Meanwhile, you pick a place where one guy and two hot babes won't cause a
scandal.  Make reservations for seven-thirty, say.  Pick me up at seven and
we'll get Taylor at quarter after.  Can you do that?"

   "Easy," Steven answered.  "You feeling horny tonight?"

   "No, darling," Dawn sneered.  "This is pure pity."

   "I see," he laughed.  "A mercy fuck."

   "And, lick, and suck, and touch, and fuck," Dawn said.  "You handle it?"

   "I'll do my best not to disappoint you."

   "Good.  See you at seven."

   Steven pressed the off button on the phone and smiled.  He liked Dawn.
She was a take-charge kind of gal.  He grinned at the thought that all he
had to do was pick the restaurant, drive, and Dawn would handle all the
other details.  His responsibility was to go with the flow.  He took a sip
of his drink and whisked open the yellow pages to find a suitable
restaurant for the three of them.  Simple fare, he decided; steaks, chops,
maybe some pasta or fish and a good salad bar.  Callahan's looked good.  He
picked up the phone to make the reservations.

   Dawn looked incredible in her off-the-shoulder, short white shift and
four-inch heels.  She stepped confidently down the walk from the front of
her home.  The dress seemed to cling to every curve of her body.  Steven
presumed she'd been watching for him.  He quickly disengaged his seatbelt
and launched himself from the car, running around to open her door.

   "If you smell as good as you look," he joked, "I'm going to have a hard
time tonight."

   The dark-haired vixen put her cheek up to his.  "Behind the ears," she
said.  "What do you think?"

   "You do," he responded, inhaling the heady essence of her perfume.  "I
could get in trouble with you."

   "I'd kiss your mouth, my darling," she purred, "but it would screw up my
lipstick.  I'd rather smudge it along your throbbing meat."

   "Of course you would," Steven said as he held the car door open for her.

   "You look very nice," she told him as he slid behind the wheel.  "I love
the khakis with the navy jacket."

   "Thank you, ma'am," he grinned.

   He tried to focus on his driving and avoid the distraction of Dawn's
smooth legs crossed in front of her in the passenger seat.  The evening
had, he decided, taken a definite turn for the better from the funk he'd
felt earlier in the afternoon.

   He pulled up behind Taylor's Expedition in the driveway of their home.
"You won't disappear while I go get Taylor, will you?" he kidded Dawn.

   "No, darling," she said, seriously.  "Actually, I can't wait to see what
she's wearing."

   "I doubt she could look any better than you," Steven told her.

   "Yeah, right," she scoffed.  "Go."

   Taylor answered the door after a single ring of the doorbell.  The
vision nearly took Steven's breath away.  She wore a black, full length
choker style halter gown with a slit down the left leg.  Her blonde hair
was a mass of gentle curls.  She held a black beaded clutch and wore
black-strapped heels that made her look at least two inches taller than her
male escort.

   "Look at you!" she breathed at him.  "You look gorgeous."

   Steven smiled.  "You're a goddess," he stated simply.

   "Are you going to kiss me, mortal?" she asked.



   "It will mess up your lipstick," he replied.

   She placed her arms across his shoulders and pulled him closer.  "I'll
fix it in the car."

   Her lips were on fire, Steven noted.  Her tongue pressed into his mouth
and he gently sucked.  When Taylor released him, he nearly gasped.

   "Wow!" he breathed.

   Taylor gave him a beaming smile.  "Well, since my husband will be
fucking your wife for the next week, I figured we ought to properly set the
stage."

   "Do you think we could skip dinner and..." Steven began.

   "Not a chance," she whispered into his mouth.  "I want to go out, feel
sexy, be seen with you and let the entire world know that you and I will be
doing the nasty later on tonight."

   "And, then there's Dawn," Steven reminded her.

   "So the world will know what a stud your really are," she whispered.

   Steven gave her his arm and escorted her to the rear door of his car. 
He opened it and watched her glide into the seat.

   "Dawn," Taylor acknowledged her.

   "You look spectacular," Dawn said as Steven circled around to the
driver's seat.  "Good enough to eat."

   "Ooooh!" Taylor responded.  "I hadn't considered that."

   "Neither had I," Dawn assured her, "until you walked out that door. 
We'll just have to see how the evening works out."

   "Agreed," Taylor said.

   Steven climbed back behind the wheel.  "Callahan's," he stated.  "That
all right with everybody?"

   "Terrific," Taylor said.  "I hope they've got a good crowd."

   "You want to wait for a table?" Dawn asked.

   "No, no," Taylor answered.  "I just want a whole bunch of people to know
how hot you and I are and envy the fact that Steven is going to get laid by
the two of us tonight.  It will be so hot and nasty."

   "I like hot and nasty," Dawn replied.

   "Stop it, you two," Steven demanded.  "I can already feel the swelling
down here," he hitched a thumb toward his lap, "and dressed like I am,
everybody will know I've got a woody."

   Dawn reached over and smoothed his trousers, feeling the growing lump of
his meat under the material.  "Nice," she quipped, twisting around to speak
to Taylor.  "Our date for tonight thinks we're hot."

   "Quit it," Steven ordered.  "I'm not walking in there with a bulge
sticking out."

   "All right," Dawn said ruefully, giving him a gentle squeeze before
removing her hand.  "We don't want to embarrass you with a precum spot on
your pants."

   They drove in silence for a few minutes.  Taylor finally tossed out,
"Don't you guys think it's amazing?"

   "What's that?" Dawn wanted to know.

   "What is she talking about," Steven jibbed.

   "We've been doing each other for what, three months now?" Taylor said,
as if talking to a couple of dolts.  "But, we still get turned on by each
other."

   "We're still in the honeymoon stage," Dawn offered.

   "There's some of that," Steven agreed.  "But you know what I think?  I
think it's the situation.  We haven't done this before.  We've never had a
date like this, the two of you and me, with the promise of more adventures
later tonight.  By the way, Dawn.  What did you do with Larry?"

   "She sent him to the titty bar," Taylor giggled.

   "With the promise of more adventures later," Dawn added.

   "Did you?" Steven sounded amazed.

   "Yup," Dawn said.  "I gave him a hundred in singles and told him to have
fun.  I told him if he didn't go dipping his wick in some strange he might
get lucky later tonight."

   "What if he can't resist?" Taylor asked her.

   "A world of shit awaits him," Dawn confirmed.  "I told him we'd cut him
off in our little group until he got tested to prove he wasn't bringing
something dreadful into our assemblage.  He promised to be chaste until he
got home."

   "So you're not staying the night?" Steven sounded forlorn.

   "I didn't say that," Dawn answered.  "We're just going to have to take a
little break to indulge my husband for a short while when he comes home. 
You can nap for a bit while we're gone.  Get your strength back."

   "There it goes again," Steven lamented.  "It's getting hard again."

   "Just don't think about it," Dawn directed.  "Think about algebra."

   There were a moderate number of diners when they arrived at the
restaurant.  The three made a small stir as they progressed toward their
table.  Eyes followed them all until they were seated and furtively stole
glances throughout the meal.  They were, as Taylor anticipated, an item of
intense interest and speculation during the dinner.

   All of them forswore pre-dinner cocktails and settled on one bottle of
red and a second of white wine with their meals.  The topic of conversation
centered on the traveling spouses and conjecture about their present
activities.

   "If I was with either of you," Steven offered, "we'd have tested the bed
out just after we arrived."

   "Jeremy texted me that they had met up with his group," Taylor
contributed.  "They had no time to play before he had to go to a meeting."

   "What would Terri be doing, then?" Dawn asked.

   "I don't know," Taylor told her.  "Shopping, maybe?"

   "Or seducing one of the help," Steven contributed.

   "She's a slut," Dawn confirmed, "but not that much of one.  No.  I'd bet
she'll be indulging herself on the company dime."

   "You know what I'd like?" Taylor said when the dinner was ended and they
lingered over the last of the red wine.  "I'd like to dance with you," she
directed at Steven.

   "You mean go to a club and go dancing?" Dawn sounded perplexed.

   Taylor smiled sweetly at her.  "No, darling," she said.  "Just back to
his house.  We could have a little more wine, put on some CDs and just
dance.  I want to hold him in my arms and feel his hard press against me."

   "Oh, crap," Steven said.  "There you go again.  How the hell am I going
to get out of here with the lump in my knickers?"

   "I'll go first," Dawn offered.  "You can use my ass to hide your hard."

   "Oh, thanks," Steven laughed.  "That will help a lot."

   "Don't worry, darling," Taylor told Steven.  "Everybody here knows
you're going to get laid when we get home.  They shouldn't be surprised at
your reaction."

   "You open the wine," Taylor suggested when they arrived at Steven's
house.  "I liked the red.  Something like that.  Dawn and I will pick out
some music."

   Steven found a bottle of decent cabernet and uncorked it.  He selected
three glasses from the shelf above the coffee maker, and then went to the
rec room to see how the girls were faring.

   "Find anything?" he asked as he approached the huddle of the two women
over his CD collection.

   "Yeah," Taylor answered.  "We've got three good ones here."

   "That should do it," Dawn said, turning to Steven.  "If we aren't all
naked by the end of three CDs, we ought to get our libidos checked."

   "You find some wine?" Taylor asked him, unsnapping the first CD from the
jewel case and sliding it into the first slot.

   "I did.  It's breathing," Steven said.

   Taylor processed the other CDs into their slots then turned to Steven.
"I can dance without the wine," she said.  The first strains of music
filled the room.  "We'll pour it after the first dance."

   She eased herself close to Steven and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Dance with me," she ordered.

   The skin of her bare back was as smooth and warm as anything Steven had
ever felt.  His heart was pounding as the blonde lay her head on his
shoulder and the two of them began to sway.  When Dawn came up behind
Steven, slipped her hand under his arms and laid her head on his back,
Steven gasped.  Dawn picked up the motion of the other two and the three
swayed gently in time to the music.

   It was after the second song that they broke to pour the wine.  They all
sipped it appreciatively through the third number.

   "My turn," Dawn said, placing her glass on the end table.  She melted
into Steven's arms.  Taylor sat on the loveseat sipping her wine and
watching as the two danced together in the middle of the floor.  Midway
through the next number, Taylor cut in on her friend.  She pulled off his
jacket and handed it to Dawn, then began to work on the buttons of his
shirt.  By the end of the number, Taylor had Steven down to only his
trousers and loafers.

   "Kick off your shoes," Taylor ordered him.  He did as directed.  "Now,
hold me close to you." Steven pulled the blonde tight to his body.  He
leaned down and planted several kisses along the line of her shoulder up to
the bottom of her neck.  He knew she could feel the bulge of his manhood
pressing against her.

   When the number ended, Taylor turned to Dawn.  "I've got his shirt,
jacket and shoes.  You get his pants," she said, surrendering her position
to her friend.

   "What are you going to do?" Dawn asked her.

   "I'm going to sit here, drink my wine, and watch you get him naked,"
Taylor said.

   "Oh, a voyeur," Dawn commented.

   "I do have tendencies that way," Taylor admitted.

   "What other tendencies do you have?" Dawn asked.

   "Hmmm," Taylor smiled.  "When we can't get him up anymore, you may find
out."

   Dawn grinned at her and shifted to allow her access to Steven's
belt-line.  She leaned backward, pressing herself against the hardness in
his pants.  "That's nice," she said.  She unbuttoned the trouser flap and
unzipped his fly.  Steven's pants fell to the floor.  Taylor collected them
and hung them over the back of the chair on top of his jacket and shirt,
then returned to the two and began running her hands up and down Steven's
back.  She created a trail of small kisses from one shoulder blade to the
other.

   "Let's move to the bedroom," Taylor suggested.

   "I'm the only one naked," Steven observed.

   "Be patient, love," Dawn said, "and remember, you're our toy for the
evening, and we are here to please you.  You have to trust us."

   The trio headed toward the bedroom.  "What about the music?" Steven
asked.

   "We're going to make our own music," Taylor stated.  "Hush."

   When the bed was stripped back to the sheets, the women directed Steven
to lie in the center.  "Now watch," Dawn ordered.

   She slipped her shift over her head and stood naked in front of them.

   "May I help you?" she asked Taylor.

   "Please," Taylor said, turning her back to the dark haired siren.

   Dawn unhooked the neck hooks on Taylor's dress and unzipped the short
zipper in the back.  Taylor stepped out of the dress as it fell to the
floor.  Then she turned and faced Dawn.  She took Dawn's face in her hands
and leaned forward.  The two tentatively kissed, and then pressed against
each other, their second kiss becoming increasingly heated and passionate.

   "Oh, jeez!" Steven groaned from the bed.

   Taylor pulled away from Dawn, whose eyes gleamed and blazed.  "I've
wanted to do that all night," she said, "ever since I saw those marvelous
nipples pressing through the fabric of your dress.  In fact," she said,
leaning forward to gather Dawn's left nipple between her lips and lightly
lave it with her tongue.  She shifted position and performed the same
action on Dawn's right nipple.

   "Okay," Dawn whispered.  "I've just come on myself."

   "Good," Taylor said.  "I love it."

   "You are so beautiful," Dawn said.  "Would you mind if I...you know?"

   "Please," Taylor whispered, "help yourself."

   Dawn gathered Taylor's left breast in her hand and rubbed her thumb
across the hardened flesh.  Her tongue licked at it before she sucked it
into her mouth.  Like her friend, she shifted to the right breast and did
the same.

   "I want to make you cum," Dawn breathed into Taylor's breast.

   Taylor nodded.  "Steven?" she asked, "Would you like me to suck your
cock?"

   "Oh," he groaned.  "Yes, please, yes!"

   Taylor turned back to Dawn.  "If I suck him off do you think you can
find something to do?"

   "With you?" Dawn queried.

   Taylor smiled and nodded.

   "Oh, absolutely," Dawn confirmed.

   Taylor knelt across the bed and took Steven's hardness in her hand.  She
planted kisses along the length before her pink tongue shot out to collect
the drop of precum that had gathered at the tip.  She licked across the
head, the top side to her left, and then the bottom on her right.  Steven
groaned as her lips closed and she kissed the tip, opening softly to slide
just the head into her mouth.

   Dawn, meanwhile, knelt next to the bed.  She looked with interest at the
hairless labia throbbing in front of her.  She slid her hand between the
blonde's spread thighs and caressed her mons.  As if using that as
leverage, Dawn pulled herself forward until her lips gently touched the
engorged labia in front of her.

   Taylor moaned around Steven's cock when Dawn's lips came in contact with
her.  She felt the tongue probing her, licking across her clitoris, causing
a series of tiny sparks to emanate from her nether regions through her
belly.  As Dawn's tongue prodded into her, Taylor sucked the full length of
Steven's meat into her mouth.  She moaned through her nose as the
sensations of Steven's hard, smooth cock in her mouth enhanced by Dawn's
tonguing of her vitals produced a primal sensation of rapture.

   Dawn closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations in her lips and tongue.
She enjoyed the delicate softness.  She was certain she could detect the
slightest pulsation on her tongue when she held it in contact with Taylor's
clit.  There was a slight hint of an acidic impression when her tongue
pressed inside the vaginal canal.  Dawn decided she liked it, and continued
to plunge it as deep as she was physically able.  She set up a rotation of
licking across the engorged clit then sliding into the steamy, tart vaginal
entrance.  She heard Taylor gasp around Steven's cock.  Apparently, she
released it because Dawn could hear her say, "Oh, yes!  That will do it. 
That will make me come!"

   She took a deep breath and redoubled her efforts.  She licked hard, then
softly across the throbbing nub.  She stabbed her tongue into the slick
depths.  She decided she'd try to lick on one side and then the other of
the clit before centering on it.  Taylor hummed appreciation again, and
began to grunt as she continued to lave Steven's cock with her mouth and
tongue.  Dawn heard Taylor's grunting change to almost a sob as she worked
on the cock gripped in her mouth.  Dawn knew her friend was very close to
the climax that she wanted to cause.  She positioned her tongue inside the
vagina and used her fingers to stroke the blonde's clitoris.  She could
feel the contractions on her tongue, and used them to guide the rhythm of
her probing of the canal.  As Taylor's muscles contracted, Dawn would push
her tongue inside as deeply as possible, gently stroking the clit with her
fingers.  Taylor's short sobs became a longer wail, all through her nose as
she refused to release Steven's meat from her oral grasp in spite of her
own orgasm.

   Finally, Dawn heard Taylor gasp and simply state, "Oh, fuck!" Dawn
smiled to herself, easing back on her own oral ministrations to allow
Taylor to recover from her release.  She felt incredibly sexy at having
caused such a reaction in her friend.  She gave her labia several small
kisses before pulling backwards and surveying the scene in front of her.

   Taylor still knelt across the body of their male partner, Steven.  He
lay on the bed, eyes closed, strain showing on his face, his arms splayed
across the sheets.

   Dawn climbed on the bed, and put her face next to Steven's ear.  "I want
you to taste her on me," she whispered.  "Wouldn't you like to taste the
essence of the woman who has come while sucking your cock?"

   Steven's eyes flew open.  He looked at Dawn.  "Yes," he whispered back.
Let me taste her on you."

   Dawn lowered her face to Steven's lips.  She kissed him deeply.  Her
tongue probed into his mouth and she felt his tangle with her own.  She
pulled back and Steven licked the remnants of Taylor's essence from her
lips, cheeks and chin.

   "She came on my tongue," Dawn whispered to Steven.  "It was delicious."

   "I know," Steven groaned, "but she needs to stop or I'm going to shoot."

   Dawn turned to her friend and put her hand gently under her chin.  "You
need to stop," she said, softly, "or he's going to cum in your mouth."

   Taylor looked at Dawn through somewhat glassy eyes.  "I thought that was
the plan," she said, looking a little confused.

   "We don't want to use him up before he fucks us," Dawn told her.

   "But, I want his come," Taylor insisted.

   Dawn looked at Steven.  "She wants it, darling," she said, as Taylor
dove back on Steven's member.

   He looked at Dawn.  His eyes were smoky.  "Okay," he said.  "I can do
that.  All I have to do is remember how hot you looked tonight.  I do so
want to fuck you."

   Dawn smiled.  "Later, baby," she said.  "Now, I need you to come for
her."

   "I'm close," he said.  "Really close."

   "Get ready," Dawn advised Taylor.

   The blonde withdrew her lips until they sealed around the ridge at the
head of Steven's cock.  Her hands went to the length of his member and
stroked him urgently.  Dawn leaned down and placed the nipple of her right
breast in front of Steven.  His lips grabbed it and he tongued the hard
flesh several times before letting out a large groan.

   "Here it comes," he moaned.

   Taylor hummed her assent, sucking him and waiting for the first hot
spurt of his cum.  She didn't have to wait long.

   Steven raised his hips off the bed and gave out a long moan.

   "Well, that's just great," Dawn gripped.  "It's going to take him at
least a half hour to recover from that.  What are we going to do now?"

   Taylor grinned at her, wiping tiny bit of cum from the corners of her
lips and offering the finger to Dawn.  "Here," she said.

   Dawn licked at her finger tasting the salty residue.  "Hmm," she said
shortly.  "Now what?"

   "Now," Taylor said, twisting to sit on the bed, "we'll drink a little
wine, talk dirty to each other, and he'll be up in no time."

   Taylor was right, of course.  She collected the wine glasses and passed
them around.  "I don't know which belongs to whom," she said, "but since
I've sucked your cock and Dawn's eaten my puss, I don't imagine it matters
much."



   Take My Wife, Please



   Chapter 16



   Larry got home at around 12:30 in the morning.  He decided he needed to
shower, if for no other reason than to wash off the cigarette smoke that
had pervaded the club where he had spent nearly six hours.  He washed and
checked the mirror for his beard.  Nothing he couldn't live with until
tomorrow, he decided.  He brushed his teeth, remembering the leggy brunette
who had tongued him in a passionless French kiss to repay him for the
generous tips he'd laid out through the evening.

   Titty bars were a waste of time, he concluded.  Sure, he'd gotten to see
a bunch of women naked, and even enjoyed a couple of lap dances.  But,
aside from blue balls and some memories, he didn't have much to show for
his time or Dawn's money, he decided.

   He wrapped himself in a terry robe and went to make himself a real
drink. The watered-down concoctions at the club were even a rip-off, he
thought.  He took his drink into the den and plopped on the small sofa,
grabbing a copy of a magazine to keep him occupied until Dawn returned.

   It was, all-in-all, a pretty sweet deal, he thought, not really
concentrating on the page in front of him.  Dawn was happy.  He was getting
lots of strange from the likes of Terri and Taylor.  He sure didn't have
much room to complain.  Once in a while, he reasoned, he'd have to forgo
immediate gratification so Dawn could hump one of the others.  But he
always got a piece of ass from somebody in the group, and the idea of Dawn
getting poked by one of the other guys always made him feel pretty good
about it.  Yup, a pretty sweet deal.

   He heard the door open and close and assumed Dawn would be coming home
from her latest assignation.  "In here, honey!" he called.

   Larry was surprised when Taylor stepped into the room in her sexy dress
and high heels.  "Uh, hey," he stammered.

   "Hey, yourself," Taylor answered.  "You been a good boy?"

   "Oh, hell, yes," Larry said.  "Why?"

   "Well, the way I heard it," Taylor told him, "you've been hanging around
some nasty sluts in a titty bar."

   Larry laughed.  "Look, that was Dawn's idea.  Pretty much a waste of
time, if you ask me."

   "So you didn't get laid?" Dawn asked as she walked into the room.

   "Nah," Larry shrugged.  "There were a couple of cute ones, but most of
them are hard and, as Taylor said, nasty.

   "Damn!" he continued.  "You sure as hell look sexy.  Both of you."

   "Terri's in LA with Jeremy," Taylor said.  "You're wife said Steven
needed some cheering up."

   "You cheer him up?" Larry asked.

   Dawn smiled at him.  "We fucked him, if that's what you mean."

   "Both of you?"

   "Yes, both of us," Dawn said.

   "Good deal," Larry told her.

   "We thought you might be up for something after you're night at the
club," Taylor told him.

   "Actually," Dawn tossed in, "we thought you'd have a raging hard-on and
a need to get laid."

   "Hey," Larry told her, "I'm never one to pass up an opportunity."

   "Do you remember our first time," Taylor asked, "over at Steven and
Terri's, by the pool?"

   "Sure do," Larry said.

   "What did I say to you?" Taylor pressed.

   "Um, `Hi, I'm Taylor.  What does a girl have to do to get laid around
here.' Right?"

   "Right," Taylor answered.  "Same question."

   "But, I thought you two just did Steven."

   "So what?" Dawn said.

   "Maybe we should give him the same treatment," Taylor suggested.

   "That would save me having to tell him all about it," Dawn replied. 
"You mind sucking him off until he comes?"

   "Of course not," Taylor said.  "You mind sucking him off until he's hard
enough to screw?"

   "That's just a wifely duty," Dawn told her.

   "What about the other?" Taylor asked.

   "I don't know," she said, then turned to Larry.  "Think you'd get hard
watching Taylor and me do the sixty-nine?"

   "No shit?" Larry said.

   "No shit," Taylor laughed.

   "What do I have to do?" Larry wanted to know.

   Dawn grinned at Taylor.  "Just get your ass into the bed, naked.  We'll
be along in a minute."

   The clock on the nightstand showed three-oh-eight when Taylor slid into
the bed next to Steven.

   "Oh," he muttered.  "You came back."

   "Um hmm," Taylor hummed, snuggling up to him.

   "And you're naked," he observed.

   "Yes, I am.  So are you."

   "Yeah, but I'm awful tired.  You girls wore me out," Steven said.

   "That was the plan."

   "You feel great.  I just don't have the energy right now."

   "That's all right, baby," Taylor whispered to him.  "I'll fuck you in
the morning."



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 17



   The wake-up call at 6:30 the following morning dragged me out of a
dreamless sleep.  Jeremy rolled out of his side of the bed, then reached
back to pat my behind.



   "No need for you to get up," he said.  "I'm the one that's got an
appointment at eight."

   "You sure you don't want me to scrub your back?" I murmured.

   "Uh, no," he said with emphasis.  "It seems like every time we touch
each other we wind up making the animal with two backs."

   "Is that what that was?" I responded.  "I seem to remember one
occurrence of that.  The two other times could hardly be described that
way."

   When we returned from dinner the previous evening Jeremy was fully
apologetic.  "You told me they would ask," he admitted, "and they did.  I'm
sorry if it made you uncomfortable."

   "No, sweetie," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my
head on his chest.  "I wasn't uncomfortable.  They wanted to know and I
told them.  Whether or not they can deal with it is their problem."

   "Susan made no bones about it.  She disapproves."

   "So it seems," I said, squeezing him.  "But, that could just be a
symptom of jealousy.  She's not getting any strange and I am.  Don't worry,
though, we're all going to meet for lunch tomorrow.  I'll let you know how
it goes."

   "Just don't let be a target for any nastiness," he said.  "You're too
glorious a woman for that."

   "You think I'm glorious?" I asked him.

   "Yes, I do," he replied.

   "Then why do we still have all these clothes on?  Shouldn't we be naked
by now?"

   "You see what I mean?" he said, lifting my chin and planting a gentle
kiss on my lips.  "What male of the species couldn't love you?"

   "I think it's time you showed me," I teased him.

   I took it as the jock syndrome that Jeremy's first penetration of me
took place in the standard missionary position.  I was surprised, though,
when he reach up and pinned my wrists to the bed as he pounded his hardness
into me.  I wanted to tell him that I wasn't planning an escape from his
ardor.  It did, however, increase his excitement level.  He banged away at
me like a man possessed.  I looked in his eyes and saw smoldering embers
behind the surface gloss.

   "Yes!" I nearly yelled at him.  "Fuck me like I'm yours.  Take me.  Make
me come with that hard cock of yours." It was my way of responding to the
domination he seemed to need.

   Jeremy didn't speak, though.  He let his body do the talking.  I tried
to indicate my own enthusiasm by lifting my hips toward him on every
plunge. The power of his thrusts made me grunt, and the nerve endings
inside me screamed for release.

   "Oh, yes, Jeremy!" I cried out.  "You fuck me so good.  Make me come, my
love.  Use me.  Make me your slave.  Fuck me!"

   His enormous groan signaled the approach of his own release, as did the
swelling of his marvelous cock.  I pleaded with him.  "Come inside me,
darling," I moaned.  "Fill me with your hot seed.  Let me feel your cock
spurt deep in me."

   He plunged one last time and pressed his full length within me.  I felt
the throbbing of his manhood as he began to coat my innards with his come.
He fell forward, releasing my wrists and wrapping his arms around me,
panting with the exertions.  He rolled me over on my side and kept going.
The next thing I knew, I was atop him and his spurting member stayed lodged
in my depths.

   I leaned forward and kissed his lips.  "Tremendous," was all I could
manage to utter.

   "We are good together," he acknowledged, his words broken by his ragged
breathing."

   "No, darling," I whispered.  "We're exquisite together."

   We stayed locked in the embrace of our vitals for several minutes. 
"You're still hard," I remarked as I shifted gently atop him.

   "You do that to me," he said.  "You look so damn gorgeous up there. 
And, when I think about having my cock inside you, looking as beautiful as
you do, it just makes me swell up."

   "Do you like this," I asked him, rocking gently back and forth on his
meat.

   He closed his eyes and smiled.  "I do," he said.  "Keep it up."

   We both lasted a lot longer this time.  With the initial release spent,
our joining went on for a long time.  I rocked forward and back, feeling
his cock do the wonderful in and out motion as well as bumping against the
front and back walls of my vagina.

   Eventually, though, the sensations began to overcome us.  He placed his
hands on my hips and I put mine on his shoulders.  This way I could lift
and descend on his meat, the tingling of my nerve endings ever increasing.

   "I'm getting close," he said, his voice strained.

   "Me, too, baby," I whispered.  "You don't know how much I like to make
you come.

   "Just don't stop," he directed.

   "Not a chance," I responded.  "I want to feel you throbbing inside me.
Tell me when so I can milk you."

   That seemed to be all Jeremy needed.  "Now, Terri, now!" he groaned.

   I straddled him and squeezed myself onto him.  Each time I felt him
pulsate I would grasp him with my internal muscles.  So soon after our
first release, his volume of his spurts was a fraction of the last time,
but still strong enough for me to feel the hot bath of his come inside me.

   I climbed off him, grasping a nearby towel to catch the remnants that
oozed out of me.  "We fuck good, you know," I told him.  "I love fucking
you."

   Jeremy grinned like a ten-year-old.  "I like fucking you, too," he said.

   After cleaning up, we lay spooned naked together in the massive bed.  I
could feel the heaviness of his meet between my ass cheeks.  I smiled as I
drifted off to sleep, sated and comfortable, with Jeremy's hand cradling my
breast and my own resting on this thigh.

   The bedside clock indicated two-seventeen when I became conscious of a
hand between my legs and a finger probing inside me.  It took me a moment
to realize where I was and who was making me feel horny again.  I reached
behind me and grabbed the engorged member that pressed into my backside.  I
hummed appreciatively as I caressed the warm, firm, smooth skin of Jeremy's
cock.

   "Are you awake?" I whispered.

   "Um hmm," he hummed.

   "Can I do something for you?" I asked.

   "I can think of a thing or two," he said.

   As much as I hated losing the contact with his probing hand and fingers,
I turned to face my lover.  "How about this?" I whispered.  I slid myself
down his body until his cock was aligned with my lips.  "This has given me
so much pleasure," I told him, "that I think I should return the favor." I
kissed the end, the salty precum already forming.  I hummed appreciation
again and then slid the head between my lips.

   "Oooo!" Jeremy purred.

   I proceeded to make love to his manhood, kissing, licking and sucking
all the way up and down the shaft, and then sucking it between my lips.

   "Nice," he whispered as if not wanting to break the spell of the moment.

   I released him long enough to tell him that I thought it was nice, too.
Then I went right back to sucking, licking, nibbling and kissing the warm,
firm flesh.  His hands played through my hair, never pulling or demanding
more than I was giving him.  It wasn't so much a face-fuck as an act of
admiration for the member and the method.

   "Please," Jeremy finally pleaded.  "Put it inside you."

   I grinned in the darkness, shifted away from him and explored with my
hands until I found his knees.  I swung around until I was facing away from
him, stretched my hand back between my legs until I could grasp his meat,
and guided it to my waiting opening.  I slid my body down on him until he
was firmly lodged inside me.

   "You like that?" I asked.

   "Wonderful," he answered.

   "I don't think we've done this before," I remarked.

   "Uh-uh," he said.

   I reached down and grasped his balls.  He gasped.

   "I won't hurt you, darling," I whispered over my shoulder.  "Trust me."

   "I do," he said.

   So, at two-thirty seven in the morning I rode my lover in the reverse
cowgirl position, his cock sliding deliciously in and out of me as I rose
and fell on him.

   "I wish I could see you," he groaned.

   "Just reach up here and grab my ass," I commanded.  "Now just imagine
what it looks like."

   The awareness of the dark struck me.  This room was as pitch-black as
I'd ever remembered.  It allowed me to concentrate fully on the sensations.
I could feel the rubbing as never before.  I visualized the image of the
flesh sliding into me and the reaction of my own tissues to the delightful
intrusion.  Concentrating on that vision allowed me to reach my own point
of no return.  I flashed back to the feeling of Steven's cock as I slid it
into Taylor.  That multiplicity of image sent me crashing over the top.  I
moaned in ecstasy as the shivers ran through my body, the hot-and-cold
sensations of the orgasm washed over me.

   "I like that," Jeremy moaned.  "That is so incredibly hot."

   "Think about this, then," I said, just a little breathless.  "Think
about what Taylor and Steven are doing right now.  Do you suppose they're
fucking, too?"

   "Probably sleeping," he groaned.  "It's close to five there."

   "Then, last night, darling," I chided him.  "Think about your gorgeous
wife putting my husband's hard cock inside her.  Think about that."

   "You're a vicious vixen, aren't you?" Jeremy said.  "That is so hot!" I
could tell it was driving him wild by the way he massaged the flesh of my
ass, clutching and releasing it.

   "It's just fucking, Jeremy," I told him, "just like we're doing.  You
gotta love it."

   "Uhnnnhhh," Jeremy grunted.  He pushed my ass up and then grabbed my
waist, pulling me hard onto his meat.  I felt the pulsations that I'd come
to love as he shot his hot cream up inside me.  Once again, I squeeze on
him, trying to milk the very essence out of his rod.

   I felt around for the towel after a few minutes and eased myself away
from him.  I managed to wrap it around me to prevent leakage then lay down
next to him.  Jeremy's breathing was slow and even, and I smiled.  I'd
managed to fuck him back into unconsciousness.  Thank you very much, I
thought, for yet one more delightful piece of ass.



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 18



   The café where the women agreed to meet was open and airy.  Tricia and
Jenna had secured a table for the five of them by the time I arrived.  An
attentive waiter took my order.  I cocked and eyebrow at the two women
before ordering a fruity alcoholic drink.  Both smiled and nodded.

   "We owe you word of thanks," Jenna told Terri once the waiter departed,
casting an affirmative look at Tricia.

   "Me?" I said.

   "I guess all that talk last night about your, uh, situation got the boys
really fired up," Tricia said.  Her voice became very soft and the three
women had to incline their heads toward each other in order to hear.  "I
got laid last night like I haven't since our first two weeks together."

   "Me, too," Jenna whispered.  "It was like my honeymoon."

   I shrugged.  "Question is, did you enjoy it?"

   "Oh, hell, yes!" Terry laughed.  "I can still feel the tingling."

   Jenna nodded in agreement.  "I think you gave Jim a little nudge out the
rut we've been in.  So, thank you."

   "It's not me," I chuckled.  "You're all gorgeous ladies.  You deserve
most of the credit."

   The sultry Sonya arrived at the table.

   "Credit for what?" she wanted to know.

   "We got laid last night," Jenna told her.  "Really good."

   Sonya laughed.  "Me, too.  Tony ate my pussy for like and hour.  I was
climbing the walls."

   "I'm going to guess they were all fantasizing about one or more of us,"
Tricia injected.  "Probably you," she said, indicating me.

   "The truth is, though, we've got a problem out here," Sonya said as the
waiter appeared to take her drink order.

   "What problem were you talking about?" I asked Sonya when the waiter
left.

   She looked puzzled, then nodded, remembering the thread of their
conversation.  "Our guys are all jocks," Sonya picked up her train of
thought.  "The problem is groupies.  There's always some slut wanting to
screw my man.  Same for the others, right?"

   The women murmured some expression of agreement.

   "There's this culture of notoriety out here," Sonya continued.  "They
think if they screw somebody famous some of it'll rub off on them."

   "Movie stars and sports heroes," Tricia contributed.

   "So, we've always got to be on guard for our men," Sonya went on.  "We
have to watch `em like hawks so they don't stray."

   "I see," I said.

   "That's why the idea of a network like yours is interesting," Jenna
added.

   "Are you still talking about that?" Susan said, having heard Jenna's
comment as she approached the table.

   "Hello, Susan," I greeted her.  "It's good to see you."

   "Susan, of course," Sonya said, "never has to worry about her man
straying like the rest of us.  He knows she'd cut his balls off if he ever
got any strange."

   "You gotta do what you gotta do," Susan smiled sweetly at Sonya.

   "But look," Tricia told them, "suppose we provided a pool, just among
the four of us.  Then, they could get their thrills and not be tempted out
of the fold."

   "You're a fool," Susan told her.  "If you tell your man that it's okay
to sleep with somebody else, he'll think he can get away with doing it with
anybody he wants.  That's how they think."

   "Well," I offered, "there have to be ground rules."

   "Yeah," Jenna agreed.  "Ground rules."

   "Ladies," I continued, "I don't live out here in the same culture as
you. We don't have the same problems.  I mean, I love my husband, and I
think he's bright, intelligent, caring and the superstar of my life.  But,
nobody I know thinks they're going to get famous because they screw him."



   "If he's so exceptional, what are you doing out here with Taylor's
husband?" Susan asked nastily.

   I grinned at her.  "Having fun.  My husband is having fun, too.  We'll
come back to each other at the end of the week, undamaged, and still madly
in love with each other."

   Susan snickered.  "You'll just be thoroughly plundered by Jeremy, and no
better off for it."

   "That's a matter of opinion, Susan.  Look, my husband came up with a
great analogy.  So, let's try this.  Is there something you love to do that
your man absolutely hates?"

   "Lick his balls?" Tricia asked the group.

   "No, darling," I laughed.  "Outside the bedroom."

   "Oh," Tricia said, her face reddening.

   "Knitting," Jenna offered.

   "I'm not sure that'll work for the analogy," I said.  "How about
something you might do with somebody else?"

   "Well, shopping, of course," Sonya said.

   "Okay," I nodded.  "In my case it's dancing.  I love to dance.  Steven
hates it.  Anybody think of something else?"

   The women were all silent.

   "That's fine," I said, finally.  "We'll use my dancing analogy.  Sure, I
could dance by myself or with some of my girlfriends.  But, it's really a
lot more fun when I have a male partner."

   "Okay," Tricia said slowly.  "And your point is?"

   "Steven hates to dance.  So, he let's me dance with anybody I want, as
long as he knows about it and I feel safe.  Okay?  So, I go out dancing. 
When I'm done, I come home to Steven.  As he says, I maybe a little tired
and need a shower, but I'm none the worse for wear.  He doesn't get
jealous. He'd rather read or watch a ballgame.  So, I don't have to give up
dancing just because he hates it, and he loves and trusts me enough so he
knows I'm coming home when I'm finished.  I've had fun.  It hasn't hurt
him. It hasn't hurt or changed me."

   "So, you're saying the little swap club is the same as dancing?" Susan
sounded incredulous.

   "Pretty much," I said.

   "What about the intimacy?" Susan pressed.  "Sex is all about intimacy."

   "Good point," I admitted.  "But, you see, not all sex is about intimacy.
Sometimes sex is just about sex.  Even in a completely monogamous
relationship the sex varies.  Sometimes it is very intimate, loving,
caring, gentle and sublime." I leaned into the center of the table and
whispered to all the women, "But, sometimes it's just pure jungle fucking,
isn't it?" I inclined her head to Tricia, Jenna and Sonya in turn.  "Like
last night?"

   "Oh, yeah," Sonya agreed.

   "Steven and I reserve the intimacy for us.  It is the emotional part of
our relationship that keeps us unique and special to one another.  The
other?" I paused, "That's just hell-bent for leather screwing for the pure
delight of it."

   The women looked at each other.

   "Tricia," I addressed the blonde.  "Suppose last night Jim was giving
you the same treatment Teddy did.  What difference would it have made?"

   Tricia worried a thumbnail.  "I have no idea," she finally admitted.

   "The thing is, you'd have to be willing to let Teddy give Jenna her
pounding in exchange for her letting you have her husband.  That's where
the adult control of emotions plays a big part.  If you're going to do
something like this, you have to be committed to remaining with your
significant other, and be able to find joy in his own journey of
exploration."

   "Those are the ground rules?" Tricia asked.

   "That's a central concept," I told her.  "Ground rules are like, nobody
sneaks around.  You want to screw, say something.  No secret meet-ups. 
We're all friends first.  If something is going to hurt your friend, you
don't do it.  See what I mean?"

   Susan was subdued when she finally asked, "What about love?"

   I nodded and smiled.  "Vital," she said.  "And, what happens is that
love develops and grows exponentially.  Steven and I are deeply in love. 
But, I love my neighbor, Dawn, and her husband, Larry.  I am certain they
love me, too.  Even more, I love Dawn and Larry together as a couple.  And,
they love Steven and me.  I love Jeremy.  He loves me.  I love Taylor.  She
loves me.  I love Jeremy and Taylor together.  They love Steven and me. 
Now, I don't love Jeremy the same way I love Steven.  But, you don't love
your husband the way you love your father, do you?  Still, it is love."

   "But how do you keep the jealousy in control?" Susan kept on.

   "Jealousy is a product of insecurity and fear.  If you have the solid
foundation of love and respect Steven and I have for each other, there is
no insecurity.  There is no fear.  I'm not jealous of Taylor because she is
not me.  Steven loves me.  He can enjoy being with Taylor because she is
different from me.  I can enjoy being with Jeremy because he is different
from Steven.  But, Steven and I belong together, just as Jeremy and Taylor
belong together.

   "Look, I'm not out here on a recruiting mission, as I told you.  This is
a decision each individual must make for themselves with the full agreement
of their partner.  It may not work for you and yours.  If not, that's fine.
But, if it does work..." I paused.

   "It's a helluva lot of fun," Sonya concluded for her.

   "It is," I agreed, "and it will allow you to expand your horizons. 
You'll try things you never thought you'd do, and may find out you enjoy
them."

   "Like what?" Jenna asked.

   "Well," I considered briefly, "you ever pull a train?"

   "That the heck?" Tricia said.

   My smile was broad.  "Sometimes they call it a gangbang.  It's when you
get a whole bunch of guys to screw you one after the other."

   "You've done that?" Sonya wanted to know.

   "I did," I confirmed.  "Five guys.  All the males in our circle.  When
one of them shot his wad, someone else stepped right up and kept going.  I
managed three rounds before the guys couldn't get hard anymore."

   "Did you like that?" Tricia asked.

   I grinned at her.  "By the time I got to guy number five I was having
one continuous orgasm.  It was awesome.  When it was over I was covered in
cum and sweat, completely exhausted, and rapturously happy.  I could feel
those pounding cocks for days.  It was glorious.  And the best part was
that all those guys were friends and lovers, so I felt completely safe."

   Tricia asked her, "What about their wives and girlfriends?"

   I giggled.  "No girlfriends.  They are all wives.  They were the
fluffers."

   "What the hell is a fluffer?" said Jenna.

   "I know that one!" Sonya burst in.  "When they're making a porn video, a
fluffer gets the guys ready to perform by giving them a hand job or sucking
them off until they get hard."

   "So, they helped?" Tricia was incredulous.

   I assured her they did.  "The others are excited about taking their
turns at the center.  We'll probably get to one or two in the next month or
so."

   "And your husband didn't mind you being screwed like that by all those
guys?" Jenna asked.

   "Honey," I said conspiratorially, "he drew number four."



   "You mean he not only let you do that, but actively participated?"
Tricia still sounded amazed.

   I put her hand in the air to simulate sounding a locomotive's horn. 
"Choo, choo!" she laughed.  "All aboard!"

   "Damn," Sonya said.  "That I gotta try."

   "Geez," Jenna offered.  "I don't know."

   "Sweetie," I told Jenna, "You don't have to do it until you're ready. 
Or, don't do it at all, if you don't feel like it.  You get to decide."

   "We'd better order," Susan told them, in her usual role as pragmatic
administrator.  She signaled for the waiter and the women made their
selections.

   "And, this is my treat," I told the waiter.  She grinned at the women
and reminded them, "This is a business trip.  We can put it on Jeremy's
expense account."

   Most conversation stopped during the meal.  Susan announced she had a
hair appointment and couldn't linger.  After she left, Sonya took the
initiative.

   "Girls," she said, "I think we ought to consider this.  We all like each
other, except for Susan.  And, honestly, I'd be glad to entertain any of
your gentlemen, as long as you're willing to take on mine."

   Jenna looked doubtful.  "I'd like to think about it.  I'm not sure Jim
would go along with the idea."

   "What I've discovered," I tendered, "is that the men are usually
willing, more readily than the wives.  It's the acculturation we've
received that we keep our men by being the only outlet for their sex
drives. It's not always true."

   "You think Jim would go along?" Jenna asked her.

   "I have no idea, Jenna," I responded.  "I don't know him or you well
enough to make that determination.  I can tell you, though; if you explain
he'll be getting strange at the same time you are that it highlights the
fact that it's ultimately fair."

   "So, what's up with Susan?" Sonya tossed out.

   "She's a bitch," Tricia stated.  "She thinks she's smarter than all of
us.  And, she jealously keeps Bob on a tight rein."

   I gently offered my opinion.  "Maybe she's scared of losing him.  She
could feel insecure, especially if the groupies have caused her problems in
the past."

   "But we're not talking groupies, here," Jenna noted.  "It's just us."

   "True," I agreed, "but she's going to have to be able to separate the
sex from the love.  That's a hard thing to do, especially if she grew up
believing the two are inexorably linked.  She may never be able to make
that distinction."

   Sonya was serious as she said, "Well, Bob is a hunk.  I wouldn't mind
fluffing him."

   There was a moment of silence as the girls let that statement sink in.
It was Jenna who started to laugh, and they all joined in.



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 19



   The soft burr of my phone interrupted the intimate dinner Jeremy and I
were enjoying in the hotel restaurant.  I dabbed at my lips with the linen
napkin and pulled the unit from her tiny clutch.

   "It's your wife," I told Jeremy.  "Should I take it?"

   "Of course," Jeremy replied, slicing another piece of prime rib from his
portion.

   "Taylor!"

   "Hello, Terri," Taylor said.  "I'm calling because I got an email from
Susan."



   "Really?  What did it say?"



   "She said she thought I should know that Jeremy was being unfaithful. 
You know anything about that?" Taylor asked.



   "Just with me, as far as I know," I said into the phone, then looked at
Jeremy and asked, "Have you been screwing anybody besides me, darling?"

   Jeremy laughed.  "Yeah, like I've had the time or energy for that!"

   "No, just me," I said into the phone.

   "She's always been a bit of a tight-ass," Taylor said.  "I'm betting she
means to try to stir up trouble between me and Jeremy."



   "Are you going to answer?" I asked.



   "I don't know yet," Taylor told me.  "If I do, I'll tell her that you're
my good friend and that while you're with Jeremy, I'm fucking your husband.
But, I'll probably ignore it."



   "I think that's a good idea."



   "You guys doing all right?" Taylor continued.

   "Are we having fun?" I asked Jeremy.

   "You and I are," he said.  "Otherwise, it's pretty much a grind."

   "He says we are.  I've been spending a lot of time at the pool, of
course.  There's a cute, married bartender I've been teasing to no avail.
But, the teasing has been fun.  I had lunch with the girls earlier.  I
think they were somewhat shocked by our arrangement, even though at least
one of them seemed interested."

   "You could find the wife and invite them for a foursome," Taylor
suggested.  "Are you screwing Jeremy's brains out?"

   "I'm doing my best.  Are you and Steven getting along all right?"



   "Dawn and I got together, took him to dinner and double-teamed him."

   "Good."

   "It was mostly Dawn's idea.  She sent Larry to a titty bar so he'd be
out of the way while we nailed Steven."



   "She's a hoot, isn't she?"



   "She is.  We doubled on Larry when he got back, too.  Then I went back
and slept in Steven's bed.  I couldn't get him up until late this morning.
You're not going to be jealous about our little fuck-fest last night, are
you?"

   "No, darling, not a bit and I hope you're not, either."

   "Mad because you're screwing Jeremy?  No, I'm not."

   "Do you want to talk to him?" I asked.

   "I've kept the two of you apart long enough, Sweetie.  Just tell him I
said I love him and to do right by you."

   "Okay, I can do that.  Give my love to Steven, too.  I really do miss
all of you."

   "We'll have to have a massive party to welcome you all back.  I love
you, Ter."



   "Love you, too, sweetheart.  Bye-bye."

   "Well?" Jeremy cocked an eye at me as I returned the phone to her purse.



   "It seems you've been put on report," I told him.  "Taylor said she got
a note in her email that you were being unfaithful."

   "No shit?" Jeremy asked.

   "Taylor just wanted to know of you were catting around with anybody
besides me," I told him.

   "Hmph," Jeremy grunted.  "Who sent it?"

   "It was Susan.  She's either too prim for this type of arrangement or
just eat up with envy."

   "Bet it's the latter," he told me.  "I'd love to see her thrash around
while getting her pussy ate.  Bet she's never had it like that."

   "You think she's a screamer?" I asked him.

   "I think if she'd let go of all that severe restraint she'd be a
howler," he said.

   "And you're just the man to make her wail at the moon, aren't you?"

   "Nah," he answered dismissively.  "I got plenty to do without chasing
down that iceberg.

   "What else did she say?" he continued.

   "She said she was going to tell whomever that your being with me wasn't
cheating."

   "Did she say how Steven was getting along?"

   "She said that she and Dawn gave him a ménage last night, and apparently
screwed him into unconsciousness.  After the two of them went to entertain
Larry, Taylor went back to my house and wasn't able to rouse Steven for
another go until this morning.  She wanted to know if I was jealous."

   "Are you?"

   "Of course not," I scoffed.  "I'm here with you, aren't I?  She wanted
to tell you she loves you and asked if I was taking good care of you.  Am
I?"

   "Let me think," he teased her.  "I got laid three times last night.  I'd
guess that would qualify as taking good care.

   "By the way," he went on, "that's a nice dress you've almost got on."

   I checked the front of my dress.  The soft folds of black material
caressed my cleavage, revealing the swell of my breasts before diving
toward my navel.  The short skirt accentuated the curves of my legs,
enhanced by the four-inch heels complete with ankle straps.

   "You like it?"

   "Oh, yeah," he said, enthusiastically.  "It looks like it's ready to
fall off at any second and leave you deliciously naked."

   "If you're a good boy," I taunted him, "I'll let you nibble around the
edges later and see if we can't make that happen."

   "I promise I'll be good," he chuckled.  "The hose and heels have to
stay, though."

   "Hmmm," I hummed thoughtfully.  "If you'll give my pussy a good and
proper licking, I'll leave them on for you."

   "You got a deal," Jeremy said.  "Just the thought is making me grow a
pretty good woody.  My mouth is watering."



   "Have some more wine, darling," I instructed.  "We don't want you
drooling over the goodies."



   Take My Wife, Please

   Chapter 20



   "Have any of you thought about what has happened to us in the last eight
months?" I asked the women who had assembled in her den.

   The month after my return from the coast with Jeremy had been mostly
uneventful.  Spouses paired off with each other and kept mostly to
themselves.  The arrival of Belinda and Sophia from Kansas City earlier in
the day marked the first time they had all been together since Taylor and
Steven had reclaimed their significant others from the West Coast trip.

   "Always the thoughtful one," Dawn chided her.

   Taylor smiled at Belinda and nodded.  "It's not enough for Terri to just
enjoy something.  She always wants to know why."

   I shrugged.  "Don't you think it's interesting, though?  I mean, eight
months ago this was a completely alien concept to me."

   "But not to me," Taylor reminded her.

   "Nor me," Belinda chimed in.

   "For me, it was," Sophia told them.

   "Me, too," Dawn added, "for the most part."

   "I just wonder if we all have the same feelings, you know," I continued.

   "What do you mean?" Dawn wanted to know.  "You mean like jealous, or
something?"

   "Not that," I answered.

   "Why don't you tell us what you feel," Belinda urged her.  "We'll let
you know if we feel the same."

   I looked around the women in the room and took a deep breath.  "Well,
when we talk about getting together, I get this real aching in my gut. 
It's like excitement and anticipation all bubbling around inside me."

   Taylor smiled.  "Okay.  I can relate to that.  It's kind of like
butterflies, but more substantial."

   "Yeah," Dawn said.  "Kind of like the way you feel the day before your
birthday."

   "My feeling is very nervous," Sophia added.  "I'm hoping I won't
disappoint."

   "Oh, sure!" Dawn virtually bellowed.  "My word, girl!  Have you looked
in the mirror recently?"

   "So, what you're describing is like, performance anxiety?" Belinda asked
Terri.

   "It's not that, so much," I said.  "It's like I know what's coming and
I'm really looking forward to it."

   "Unlike your birthday," Dawn joked.

   "What else?" Taylor asked me.

   "That feeling just keeps on building until I think I'm going to burst,"
I said.  "Then, when we finally get together, I'm all tingly down there. 
By the time we get sorted out I'm just soaking."

   "Really," Dawn told them all.  "It's like, `Okay, let's get this show on
the road.' I just can't wait to get naked and be skin to skin with
somebody."

   "And there's this aching to be filled with a hot cock," Belinda added.

   "My whole body just feels electric," Taylor said, twisting to encourage
Sophia to contribute.

   "Yes," she nodded.  "I just want to be touched, kissed, and ravaged."

   "And, while it's happening, while he's inside me, all I can think of is
how good it feels.  It's like my whole body is just focused on that one
area.  I feel that hardness pushing in and out, and I just want to scream
with delight."

   Belinda nodded affirmatively and said, "I sense there's a `but' coming
in there somewhere, though."

   "But," I confirmed, "I don't have any sense of emotional involvement."

   "There's nothing wrong with that," Taylor told her.  "It takes some
women eons to get past that old culture thing that prevents us from
separating the physical from the emotional.  Some never do."

   "So, are you feeling guilty about that?" Dawn asked.

   "I don't think so.  Does anyone think I should?" I responded.

   "I tell you my thought," Sophia volunteered.  "I like very much all the
men here, Steven, Larry, Jeremy and our Charlie.  But, I love my Daniel. 
With him, the sex is very special.  With the others, it is just for fun,
for a good time."

   "That's the way I feel, too," I agreed.  "I just want to know if that is
all right."

   "Girlfriend," Taylor offered, "that is exactly the way I feel.  The
physical act of sex with somebody you like is, whoosh!  But, with my man,
it is a different kind of feeling.  I don't know how else to describe it."

   "Look," Dawn started, "Larry and I used to have two kinds of sex.  There
was the gentle, almost eloquent, tender sex of the two of us being
together. The other was the jungle-fuck kind of sex when anything goes and
we just pound each other for the pure joy of fucking.  We don't do that one
so much anymore.  Well, no, that's not true.  After we all get together
he's pretty juiced up and we bang away at each other once or twice..."

   "Or six or seven times," I chided.

   "Anyway," Dawn shot me a dirty look, "our get-togethers are just like
those jungle-fuck sessions.  We're just fucking for the joy of fucking. 
And, damn it, I don't care what anybody else thinks, I like it.  I really,
really like it."

   "So, what your feeling," Belinda directed toward me, "is not all that
different from the rest of us.  As Dawn so indelicately puts it, we're
fucking for the joy of fucking.  I don't think there's anything wrong with
that."

   "But I couldn't just do it with anybody," I said.  "I couldn't just pick
up somebody off the street."

   "Oh, no," Taylor chimed in.  "The fact that we know each other and like
each other makes all the difference in the world."

   "It's what separates us from the real sluts," Dawn said.

   We sipped at our wine for a few moments.

   "I'm having that feeling, again," I told them.

   "Which one?" Dawn asked her.

   "The anticipation one," I said.  "The guys will be getting back from
their golf game in a couple of hours.  Do we know what the plan is?"

   "It is good to have a plan," Sophia said.

   "Okay," Taylor said, slowly.  "Any ideas?"

   "They'll be hot and sweaty.  Pewww!" Belinda said, holding her nose.

   "Well, let's shove `em in the pool," Dawn tried.

   "I could make a sign," said Taylor.  "We're by the pool, naked.  Hope
you'll be the same."

   "How about pairings?" I asked.

   "Let's draw for them.  Everybody write your spouse's name on a slip of
paper.  Terri, you get a bowl.  Nobody gets their own husband.  If you do,
you have to put it back," Taylor said.

   Dawn drew Jeremy's name.  Belinda got Larry.  Taylor drew Daniel. 
Sophia pulled Steven.  I lifted the last name from the bowl.  "Charlie," I
announced.

   "Now that's settled, should we make other arrangements?" Belinda asked.

   Quizzical looks from around the room followed her question.  "Like
what?" Dawn asked.

   "Any other games or ideas?" Belinda said.

   "I say we go with Dawn this weekend," Taylor suggested.  "Let's just do
the jungle-fuck thing."

   "Naked weekend!" Dawn hollered, and the women all laughed in agreement.

   It was Wednesday evening when the telephone dragged me from my reverie
of the last weekend.  Charlie had proven to be consistent, enthusiastic and
powerful in the multiple sessions I enjoyed with him.  The best part, I
thought, as I reached for the phone, was how marvelously he licked and
sucked me as I concentrated on his hard meat.

   "Hello?" I spoke into the mouthpiece.

   "We're going to try it," said the voice in her ear.  "This weekend we're
going to choose up partners and see if we like it as much as you do."

   "I'm sorry," I said.  "I don't recognize the voice."

   "It's me, Terri.  Susan, in California."