Chapter 24: Two New Wives

Owen picked up Alice right at eleven on Sunday morning, as planned. Dave kissed his wife goodbye and helped load her suitcase into Owen’s Porsche. He gave a huge sigh as she drove away and said a small prayer.

An hour later, Christie pulled up at Dave and Alice’s house. She was dressed in a pair of daisy duke shorts that were barely there and showed a lot of ass cheek, and a tight crop top that showed significant under boob and invited playing with obviously unclad and very generous breasts. To cap things off she was wearing heels that made her legs look like a million bucks.

Dave was outside to greet her since she’d called ahead. “Where’s your bag?”

“It’s all in here,” Christie said, pointing at her large shoulder bag. She elaborated, “I don’t plan on wearing a lot of clothes while I’m here, but if I need to, Alice told me I could use hers. I’ve seen some of her stuff and she dresses really nicely. I’m going to improve my image this week thanks to her. Right now, I am feeling over dressed and I just have to get out of these confining clothes. I hope you don’t mind.”

As Christie stood halfway between her car in the driveway and the front door, she peeled the crop top over her head, and put it in her shoulder bag. The shorts came next, leaving her standing in her CFM shoes completely nude with the shoulder bag hanging beside her.

Christie said, “Ah, much better. I think I’m a nudist at heart.”

“I’m all for nudity, but there are neighborhood kids around. How about we take this inside.”

“Only if we take it inside to your bedroom. I have an itch only you can scratch with a special part of your anatomy.”

Owen’s Porsche wove through some of the crazy and curvy town roads, hit the Interstate for a few miles, and then some more back roads. He ended by coming into the backside of the municipal airport, driving through a gate that he seemed to have a transponder to open, and then pulling up next to a rather impressive jet aircraft. He got out and unpacked the back of the car, setting both his and her suitcases on the tarmac where they were whisked into the cargo bay of the sleek plane by one of the pilots.

Owen explained, “This is an aircraft I share with a friend. He didn’t need it this week, so I commandeered the thing so we could have some fun.”

“Where are we going?”

“Ah, that is a secret or a puzzle for you to figure out. We have a somewhat long flight – over at least ten hours of flying time plus we’ll be crossing multiple time zones, but I think you’ll enjoy our destination. I tried to make it one of the most romantic places I could think of. We’re actually going to two and maybe three places, but the other distances involved are much shorter until we need to head home.”

“Europe? Caribbean?” Alice posed.

Owen ignored her, quickly getting into a conversation with the two pilots. Alice noted the wing tanks on the jet, enabling the craft to travel exceptionally long distances.

As Owen came back to her side, she said, “Wait! I can’t go. I’m expected at work tomorrow. This is an important week because we have to close out the quarter and we’re implementing new financial analysis software.”

Owen grinned and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He touched the screen a few times and an audio recording started to play. ‘Alice, this is Roy Goodman and it is Saturday evening. First, I must say that I am looking forward to being with Pam this week. Ever since you sent me that picture of the two of you, I have been lusting after her and even feeling some other emotions. Our time together will be well spent, just the way you and I have bonded with great affection.’

‘Second, Owen outlined what he wanted to do with you for the coming week. I don’t know how he can do what he proposed, but go with my blessing. Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do; oh, just forget that. Do EVERYTHING. Don’t worry about this week’s work. We’ve got it covered or you’ll probably find some of it waiting for your return. Either way, no concern. Have fun. Take care. Roy over and out.’

Alice gave Owen a playful punch in the arm. “Is there anything that you haven’t thought of?”

“I don’t think so. Now, let me escort you to your chariot, my love.” The pair walked up the steps into the elegant plane. Minutes after that they were airborne and headed across Florida and up the east coast of the United States.

A short while later Alice lay naked on one of the plane’s wide and cushy leather seats as Owen made love to her. She’d wrapped her legs around his body to control and encourage his body as he moved back and forth into her. Alice had only just heard of the Mile-High Club a few weeks earlier in some sexy story Dori had her read online, and now she was a new member with full privileges, as Owen had explained as he’d sunk his engorged staff deep into her quim.

After Alice had cum several times and Owen had painted her cervix with his load, they lay naked with him still embedded deep inside her, giving each other small kisses, and telling each other of their love.

Alice tried, “So, now that we’re at forty-thousand feet, can you tell me where we’re going?”

Owen somewhat awkwardly pointed towards the front of the plane. He grinned and said, “That way!”

“Oh, poo,” Alice said, peeved only slightly that he wouldn’t tell them.

She looked out the window next to her. “Hmmmm. Early afternoon, autumn, and the sun is mostly on the left side of the plane. That suggests that we are heading north or northeast from the angle, and I needed my passport, so I’m guessing we’re headed to somewhere in Europe.”

Owen only smiled at her and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and finding a receptive organ there. The kisses got hotter, and without withdrawing from her warmth he hardened to the point where he could again make love to her. Alice responded by twerking her hips into Owen’s body, drawing his essence in and out of her yet again.

Alice said, “I’m leaking your cum and some of mine on the seat. It’ll stain.”

“I could care less,” Owen said between kisses. “We’ll do a little housekeeping after we finish, and I am far from finished with you, my sweet love.”

“Oh, calling me names are you. I love it.”

Many minutes later, Alice sucked Owen clean and then the two of them made use of the exceptionally small head that forced them to bend over to use the sink or toilet as they cleaned up. Alice took a small towel back and washed the seat from the evidence of their lovemaking.

Later, she cuddled into his arms in another wide and luxurious chair as they tried to sleep in preparation for an early morning landing at their destination. While neither slept well, their closeness made them doze happy, sexually sated, and feeling loved.

Hours later, Owen puttered around the galley on the plane and then served up breakfast to Alice at a time she figured she would normally have been fast asleep in her own time zone: shirred eggs, fancy home fries, juice, toast, and coffee. The cooking was superb and the coffee some of the best she’d ever tasted. The whole time they were dining the plane was slowly descending from its trans-Atlantic trip. Alice could see lights on the ground now and then below the cloud deck that frequented beneath them. A gray dawn was unfolding over much of the part of Europe they flew over.

“Paris?”

Owen smiled and nodded. “Some people say that it is a city made for lovers. I want to love you like you’ve never been loved before this week. I thought later if you were interested with could also hop down to Rome – also a romantic city in many ways.”

Alice worried about Owen’s statement about loving her like no one ever had. She had a huge approach-avoidance issue with it. She wanted Owen in so many ways, but she also wanted Dave, and her marriage, and all the fun things they’d do to continue unimpeded by some outside relationship. She also wanted to loosen up, and this was another of Dori’s schemes to help not only her, but also everyone in their expanded neighborhood circle to loosen up.

She thought of what that term ‘loosen up’ really meant. She first thought it funny that over the many months since she caught Dori fucking Brad Quinn and her loosening up process had started that neither she nor Dave had ever defined the term or an end goal. For her, she knew it meant shedding her old ways of looking at the world. She didn’t want that evangelical burden any longer. She wanted to be more flexible and resilient; she wanted a more moderate and non-judgmental viewpoint on life and what others did; and she wanted to tolerate others with a more forgiving set of ethics.

Owen kissed her and that jarred her back to the situation at hand.

Alice didn’t want Owen to become dependent on her as his only love interest; that was Dave’s position and job, although they had both admitted to one another that they loved most of the others in their circle of friends. The love they felt for them could be strong, but it was different. For the previous few months, they’d also extended that love to include physical lovemaking and sex play. Alice liked what had happened and so did their neighbors. She’d talked to the women one-on-one, and they held the same viewpoint she did.

She resolved to put her concerns aside for her week of vacation, to be romantic with Owen, but also to keep her head about Dave and her marriage. She also decided that she needed to have a heart-to-heart talk with Owen sometime later in the week.

Alice and Owen walked down the steps of the aircraft just as dawn broke over Paris.

Dave and Christie lay next to each other on a large chaise beside his pool. They were naked, exhausted, and completely fucked out. Dave said, “I can’t believe that you got me to make love to you seven times since you arrived. As I told you, I’d also made love to Alice before she left. I’ve never been able to go eight times in one day. You must be good for me.”

Christie moaned in a pleasant way, “I am so FULL of cum, I think I’ll drown. What’d you do for the past month, eat nothing but oysters?”

Dave confessed, “I do have some meds that I take, but I can’t attribute what you got me to do to those. You are just so ‘hot’ that I responded your wiles.”

Christie teased, “So, you couldn’t resist me, right?”

Dave nodded, “Yes, you got that totally right. I’ve never known such a hot, little, sexpot as you. You really could suck a tennis ball through a garden hose, and you fuck like a dream girl.”

Still teasing she said, “I can be a great slut, too. You like sluts, don’t you?”

“I guess I do – a lot. I’ve discovered that I love sluts.”

“Hey, speaking of sluts, are you going to come to the club tomorrow night and watch me dance and be a slut? I promise you special attention.”

“I wouldn’t miss it. I’m your ‘husband’ for the week, so whatever you want me to do ‘wife.’”

“Ooooh, I like the sound of that. I get to play house all week, and fucking is the best part of our playing. Have I told you how much I like to fuck? More specifically, have I told you how much I like to fuck YOU? You are my mountain man.” She leaned into him and after a kiss their tongues just danced together in the space between them.

“Thank you for that vote of confidence, and I know you, as a slutty female, have a near infinite capacity to fuck, but right now I am truly and completely too pooped to pop. Even Jesus couldn’t raise this dead one.” He gestured to his limp cock, lying lifeless against one leg.

Christie leaned over a patted Dave’s limpness, but the creature didn’t stir. “Good job. Rest up, Little Davie, for tomorrow you’ll have another very busy day. Christie and her friends have all sorts of ideas for how to make you come to life and live again.”

She curled up against Dave’s nude body with her own, and with her head on his shoulder the two lovers fell asleep.

Alice sat in Owen’s lap on a bench in a small park just off the Avenue des Champs-Élysées. Her skirt was spread out over their laps, but beneath she was bare and had his rigid cock deeply embedded in her cleft. The two lovers moved slowly against one another more or less in a reverse cowgirl position in the darkness of the park, although headlights of turning vehicles occasionally swept over the couple. Alice had taught herself the skill of twerking. An observer would have no idea what was really going on except for the kissing and hugging. They were fucking in public.

Of course with the hugging, Owen also had a hand inside Alice’s silk wrap-around blouse. Her nipples were erect, as much from Owen’s toying with them and the constant sex they’d savored, as from the chilly weather.

Owen teased, “You know we could take a walk up to the Arc de Triomphe.” The historic landmark was lit up with spotlights at night visible far up the street.

Alice stated, “Yes, and all the cum you’ve carefully deposited in me will run down my legs into my shoes and make walking difficult.”

“Aaaaah, poor baby. Why don’t you put on your panties?”