Page 74 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

TAKE HER, SHE’S MINE Jim McCartan

WIFE ON LOAN

here’s a tradition in some
cultures where if someone
compliments something of
yours three times, you’re
T obligated to give said item to
that person. Hayley certainly wasn’t mine
to give away. Fifteen years of marriage
allowed for a lot between husband
and wife, but we’d never become each
other’s possessions.
Still, I was excited by the attention
Stewart was giving my spouse. His eyes
had been tracking her all night at the
party. Now and then, almost like he was
only half-aware, he would murmur some she fills out that gown. Those beautiful she was interested in him.
laudatory comment about her. breasts, that toned yet supple figure. But Stewart needed to know the whole
Stewart was at the age I had been Her skin is like silk, you know. So smooth deal before this went any further. I said,
when Hayley and I got married. He and under your hand. And the scent of her “You can fuck my wife. But I get to watch.
I both worked at the same firm, and this is an aphrodisiac all its own. When you That’s nonnegotiable.”
fancy gala we were all attending was to put your face down between her naked No one in the big reception hall had
benefit a worthwhile charity our company spread legs...” overheard any of this. We were like a tiny
supported. Hayley, as usual, was Sweat popped out visibly on his island of potential eroticism—population:
mingling with effortless grace, turning the forehead. He was falling under the three. I very much wanted to see this
heads of many of the men there—and a spell I was weaving. Suddenly, though, young stud screw Hayley. And she would
few of the women. he caught himself again. “Mr. C!” He get an extra thrill from having me watch.
Hayley was beautiful. Her years gave sounded scandalized, but with a raw Stewart was the only unknown factor.
her an alluring worldliness that discerning edge of excitement in his voice. He was Huskily, he said, “I’d like that. So much.”
eyes couldn’t fail to notice. I loved her a fine, fit, healthy male. I knew the kind of We made our farewells and slipped
with every fiber of my being. But we had men Hayley liked, and she’d like Stewart. away, nobody at the event any the wiser
certain unusual needs and had adjusted “I think you can call me Ray,” I said. as to what the three of us had planned.
our marriage accordingly over the years. “But—” Stewart came back with us to our home.
Now we had it down to a system. “But you want my wife. So, let’s see Our bedroom was spacious and
“She makes me think of something out how she feels about it.” elegantly appointed. Stewart looked
of mythology,” Stewart said, a glaze on Hayley, as she’d circumnavigated the a little lost as Hayley led him in by the
his eyes as he watched Hayley across room, had kept an eye on me. I gave her hand. I followed and quietly took the
the crowded hall. “Like she’s some a nod, and she came gliding over. Her comfortable chair in the corner. There
goddess come to earth.” lovely face glowed with a seductive aura. were two walls of mirrored glass. The
I hid a smile by taking a sip of “This is Stewart,” I told her as a deep- bed was the size of a playground.
champagne. seated anticipation stirred within me. Hayley was still in her chic dress,
At the same instant Stewart appeared She looked him up and down, taking Stewart in his natty suit. She guided
to finally catch himself in the act. His her time. Stewart squirmed, as if he were him across the deep carpet to the foot
mouth tightened, and he looked at me indeed under the gaze of a goddess. I of the bed. She rested her wrists on his
with a startled expression. “Oh. Ah. saw his cheeks flush and noted that he shoulders and laced her fingers behind
Sorry.” was standing in such a way as to try to his neck. She gave him a smile full of
“What’s to be sorry about?” I asked. cover his burgeoning hard-on. desire and promise, then leaned slowly in
I stepped closer, adding in a hushed “Hello, Stewart,” Hayley said, a purr to touch her lips to his.
tone, “She is incredible. Look at how in her voice. It was obvious to me that I could tell he was still overly conscious

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