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Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people, often 
depict "breaking some rules".  Do not read this story if you believe fantasy 
stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life.  Be warned 
that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations.  Do not read this 
story if you are less than 18 years of age.

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Trip
by deirdre, 10/15/95

"Hon?"  We were lying in bed and it was time for sleep.

"Yes?"

"Um, what do you think of... doing it with another woman?"

I know the answer to *that* one: "A nice thought, but you are all I want."

She giggled a little.  "I'm serious!  What would you think of doing it with 
Jennifer."

Well, well, well!  Not our usual conversation.  In fact, I kind of liked it, 
though it also made me very nervous because I was not at all sure what Clara 
wanted to hear, or how she would react.  Clara wouldn't put up with my 
silence.  "Come on!  I *know* you think she's good looking."  Jennifer and Tom 
are thirtyish, which is about ten years younger than Clara and myself, and 
Jennifer definitely looks nice.

I still wasn't sure what was going on: "What's all this about?"

"Can't you answer a simple question?"  She giggled a little and I could tell 
she was smiling though it was dark.

"Not fair teasing me like that," I said.

She paused a little, then said in a quieter voice: "Sorry.  Actually I'm 
serious."  I didn't say anything as I continued to try to figure out what was 
going on.  I have to admit it: sometimes Clara is beyond me.  She finally 
spoke again: "Tom is going out of town, and, well, we could invite her 
over..."

My mind raced again.  It was like it was finally sinking in that Clara was 
serious about this.  But why?  Why was she suggesting that *I* get together 
with *Jennifer*?  It made no sense.  "Are... *you* attracted to her?" I asked.

"No!" she replied, giggling a little again.  "I'd just like to see *you* do it 
with her.  Are you up for it?"

I lay there, more confused than ever.  "Clara, this is weird!"  She didn't 
answer.  I couldn't make heads or tails of her objective in all this.  "I 
don't think so..."

"Why not?"

"It would... affect our relationship.  It's dangerous."

She giggled: "A million men would *jump* at such a chance, and *I* married a 
man who dosn't want to."  She didn't say any more and neither did I though it 
was a while before I fell asleep as my mind turned this over and over.  What 
the hell was going on?

The next day when I came home from work, there was Jennifer, sitting in the 
kitchen while Clara cooked.  There were *three* places at the table.

"I invited Jennifer to join us because Tom was busy tonight," said Clara.  
Then she gave me a look while Jennifer was looking elsewhere.  Jennifer had a 
glass of wine in her hand and supper was a beef marinate.  And more: I wasn't 
sure when Clara had had time to do all the work.  And Clara was dressed up: 
she wore this party dress with a low neckline as well as jewelry and in fact 
looked like she was ready to go out.  I managed to get her alone for a second.

"What's going on?" I whispered.

She smiled at me: she has this little smirk.  "*Nothing*'s going on tonight, 
so don't get yourself in a tizzy: I just wanted to soften her up and see if 
you'd change your mind if given a chance."  And that's all I got out of her.

Dinner was pleasant other than my constant worry about what was going on here. 
 
Clara seemed to be going out of her way to be friendly, and Jennifer was 
pleasant company.  And definitely good looking even if not dressed up like 
Clara was.

Later, Jennifer got a hold of me alone while Clara was in the kitchen.

"What's with Clara?" she asked in a hushed voice.

"What about her?"  I didn't know what to say, so I played dumb.

"The way she's acting!  I feel like she's *coming on* to me!"

We didn't have a chance to continue that conversation, which certainly did 
nothing to calm my nerves.  We all talked and drank a little more wine, and 
finally Jennifer left.

"Well?" asked Clara as soon as Jennifer was out the door.  She was smiling.

"What do you mean?" I asked, but I knew what she was talking about, at least 
in a general way.

"You want to change your mind?  I think she'd do it."

"Clara, I don't like this."

"Come on!  Tom'll be gone five days, and we could have her in bed with us..."  
She stopped.  She must have seen in the look in my face that I was a bit 
shocked and not likely to change my mind.

"Why do you want this?" I asked, still not convinced she was telling me 
everything.

She paused, then said: "It would be fun.  And besides, she's nice, and she'll 
be lonely."  Once again, I went to bed thinking.

The next night at supper, Clara told me that they'd changed their mind and 
that Jennifer was going with Tom.  "So you can put your mind at ease," she 
said.  I *did* feel a little more comfortable, even if I wondered what it 
would have been like.  Could I *really* have objected to such an arrangement?  
They were leaving that very night, and right after supper, Clara went over to 
their house to get their key and talk to them about getting their mail and so 
forth.  After a while, I heard her returning, or at least I thought I did.

"Hello?" came the voice.  I looked over at the door to find Jennifer.

"Hi, what's up?"  And I looked at her and noticed she looked a little nervous.

"Uh, we're going to leave now.  And Clara is coming with us."

"What!?"  This was too weird.

"Listen: please don't worry about it.  I'll..." she stopped.  I thought hard.  
What was going on?

"Why?"

"Well, we *persuaded* her.  Look, we're leaving now..."

"What about her luggage?  Clothes?"

"Well... she won't need any.  We'll keep her in the hotel room."

I didn't answer, but just stared.  Finally she spoke again: "Listen, it's OK, 
really.  I'll make it worth your while."  She immediately got down on her 
knees in front of me and started undoing my pants.  She looked up at me and 
smiled.  "I can be *good*."

I backed up just a little, unconsciously.  "*Please*!" she said.  Then: "You 
can... do my *ass*!"  I just stared at her, kneeling there, pleading.  "I'll 
come over again when we get back.  I'll be *real nice*.  You'll like it."  I 
didn't say anything, but just looked at her, on her knees.  "I could stay here 
with you; I don't have to go along," she said.

I backed up some more.  "You don't mind if she goes?" she asked, looking 
worried.

"It's a free country," I said.  I was feeling a little weak.

She go up and went back to the door.  "Can't I stay?" she asked once more, 
looking piteous.  The look on my face must have said *no* because she turned 
and left.

I heard them outside.  I looked out the window without being conspicuous: they 
loaded luggage, then three of them got in the car and drove off.

I sat there for quite a while, thinking about Clara.  Flying off to Boston 
with them at the spur of the moment.  I should have gone over there to find 
out what was up.  Why was she doing this?  What did she *really* want?  My 
mind drifted to Jennifer.  Kneeling on the floor, begging me to let her give 
me a blow job.  I'd never seen anything like it.  Clara was right about one 
thing: Jennifer definitely affected me.  I should have let her stay.  If Clara 
was going to be like that, I should have had Jennifer instead of sitting by 
myself, brooding.

I heard a car door slam.  In a moment, the front door opened.  "I... decided 
to stay anyway," said Jennifer.  She was looking at me, obviously trying to 
gauge my mood.

It's been nice, just the two of us.  The way she kneels for me.  The way she 
sucks for me is as good as I imagined.


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