Take My Wife, Please! Pt. 01

Many years ago while speaking at an event, I became friends with someone that would eventually become like a little brother to me. He and his wife were in their mid twenties at the time, with a couple of children, and she was still nursing the newest addition to the family when we met. I remember watching intently, as she leaned over the stroller, and got an amazing down blouse view of her smallish but soft and saggy, milky tits dangling down. I thought about that image that night, as I jerked off in bed to the picture in my head.

Jaime was my best friend's wife so I was never really interested in her, but she liked to talk with me when I was in town. I was on a TV show in the city close to where they lived, so I would stay with them when I had more than a day or so of filming. She would openly state that she could talk to me about things, and Joey seemed to understand that, so it was never an issue; not like she was hitting on me or the other way around. We were just friends who could talk about things.

I will admit, however, that had she not been taken, I would have been extremely interested in fucking or even having a relationship with her. She was still young and rather attractive, and those squishy tits had to be a wonderful squeeze. A few years passed, and they had two more kids, but the youngest one seemed to be a little slower than usual, so Joey was rather protective of his youngest son. Not a helicopter mind you, but he still had concerns about the little guy's safety.

One morning, after spending the night before embarking on the six hour drive home, I awakened to the sound of Joey's angry voice emanating from the register in the floor. They lived in an old mill house, and the metal duct work was acting like an old sailing ship's speaking tubes. I could clearly hear him berating Jaime for not paying attention to the baby, who had climbed out of the playpen.

"I'm sorry!" she said in a contrite voice. "I was getting dressed. I only turned my back for a minute or so."

"A minute or so is all it took for him to leave your sight!" Joey yelled. "What if he got hurt? This isn't the first time Jaime! I've had it with you! I want you out of here! You suck as a mother, and I want you gone!"

With that, I hastily threw my clothes on and headed for their room. Joey was clearly enraged over this, and I was beginning to fear he might hit her if I didn't intervene. I knocked on the door, and a moment later my friend opened it; his face red with anger.

"I couldn't help but hear what's going on." I explained. "Your voices were coming from the heating duct. Is everything okay?"

"No!" Joey snapped. "She let the baby out of her sight again. This isn't the first time either. She's been acting really stupid lately, and it's getting worse. I want her the fuck out of this house."

"Come on, Brother." I said gently. "You're worked up, I know, but you can't mean that."

"I damn sure do!" he shouted. "She always talks to you about her problems; maybe you can figure out what's wrong with her. I'm done. If you want her, you can have her."

"But she's your wife!" I protested. "You can't just give her away like that."

Jaime was crying at this point, not knowing what was going to happen to her.

"I sure can!" Joey retorted. "I don't want her anymore, and I'm giving her to you if you want her. Do you want her?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to have her stuck out with no place to go." I replied. "She can stay with me, I guess, if you're really throwing her out."

"I am, and she's yours." Joey stated. "Mi wife is su wife."

He turned to Jamie.

"I'm giving you to Jack. You're his property now. You do what he tells you from here on out. You are no longer my wife; our marriage is over."

I was stunned. Never before, had I witnessed anything like this in my entire life. Jaime was sobbing hysterically at this point, and all I could do was shake my head.

"Brother, you can't mean that." I said as gently as I could. "She's your wife and the mother of your children."

"Not anymore. She's yours now. Do what you want with her. Just take my wife, please. Before I do something I might regret."

At that point, I figured the best thing to do was get Jaime out of there as quickly as I could, before this escalated into something worse.

"Okay." I replied. "She'll need to pack her stuff up."

"I'll take care of that right now!" Joey growled.

He marched into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of large garbage bags, and proceeded to dump her clothes into them, followed by her bathroom items.

"Here you go!" he stated, thrusting everything at me. "I'll pack the rest of her shit up and call you in a couple of weeks if you want to come back down and get it."

"Yeah, I'll come pick it up." I responded as professionally as I could.

"Please make sure you give me everything that's mine." Jaime pleaded tearfully. "My Christmas ornaments belonged to my grandmother. My music boxes too."

"In one piece too, please." I added.

"I hate her, not her stuff." Joey muttered. "Just get the stupid bitch out of my house, okay? Oh, and take her fucking coffee mug too! What a waste of money that was."

I sighed and nodded, taking what appeared to be a large silver stein of sorts.

"C'mon Jaime," I said, holding my hand out, "we'll figure this out."

We both picked up a couple of the trash bags and carried them outside. I loaded them into the back of my car, and poor Jaime got into the passenger's side. She buried her face in her hands as we left; unable to watch her house and kids disappearing from view.

"I'm sorry, Jaime." I said as gently as I could, placing my right hand over her left. "I don't know what's come over him."

"I don't know either." she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "I don't know what's wrong with me, either. I can't remember things anymore. Simple things, Jack, like forgetting to feed the kids or making Joey his breakfast."

I put my arm around her, and pulled her gently toward me. Jaime leaned against me and laid her pretty blonde head on my shoulder. Her top was a little loose, and from this angle I could clearly see down inside of her shirt. She was braless, and her tits were just as soft and squishy as I remembered, and seemed to have gotten even saggier, if that were somehow possible.

I hadn't had my typical morning jerkoff yet, and I immediately became aroused at the sight of her deflated, stretch marked breasts. My dick was stiffening uncomfortably, when Jaime suddenly noticed the bulge in my jeans. She realized I was looking down her blouse and stared at me in surprise.

"You were looking down my shirt!" she exclaimed.

"Yes." I admitted. "Sorry. Your tits are just so adorable, I couldn't help but notice."

"And run off the road while staring at them." she retorted. "Pull over."

I figured she was going to jump out of the car as I came to a stop, but I was wrong.

"My titties are ugly." she stated. "They're nothing but empty, deflated sacs of wrinkly skin and a little fat, see?"

She lifted her blouse to reveal everything I had ever dreamed of in a set of tits. They were without a doubt, the absolute droopiest boobs I had ever seen, and I stared intently at them.

"They're gorgeous." I responded. "Just like you. May I touch them?"

Jaime looked bewildered at my request, but nodded anyway.

I reached out and squeezed them firmly. Oh my god, they were so fucking soft! My cock was ready to pop my zipper at this point.

"I don't know how I'm going to make it home like this." I said pitifully. "I'm so hard at the sight of your tits, Jaime."

"Joey gave me to you." she replied. "I'm yours now, to do what you want with me. If you want me to suck your penis to make you feel better, I will."

"Oh, yes please!" I begged.

Jaime unzipped my jeans and fished my enlarged cock out, taking it into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked it strongly, as she slid her lips up and down while she pumped my cock with her fist at the same time. I don't think it took more than thirty seconds for me to cum, and I reached under her chest to squeeze her incredibly soft tits as they dangled below her chest. I came hard, with several strong spurts of thick semen, but she swallowed it all with no trouble.

"Are you okay to drive now?" she inquired, licking her lips several times. "I hope you're feeling better."

"Yes, thank you very much." I answered, with a loud sigh. "I've fantasized about you for so long. It was wonderful to cum in your mouth, Jaime."

"We can discuss that later." she said with a smile. "Thank you for taking me and giving me a place to stay."

"Are you okay?" I asked gently, as I accelerated back up the highway.

"No, but I know you'll help me get through all of this." she answered. "I've always felt comfortable confiding in you, and I guess I've been a bit attracted to you as well. I guess that's why Joey gave me to you. He knows you'll take care of me."

"I still don't understand how you could just let your husband give you to someone else." I stated. "That's just so wrong on so many levels."

"Not the way I was raised." she replied. "I'm from a small town in the mountains, and we do what our men tell us to do, no matter what. Once we are married, we belong to them, so when he gave me to you, it was my duty to go with you, whether I wanted to or not."

"That's crazy!" I exclaimed.

Jaime shook her head.

"Not where I'm from. Besides, if I had to be given to anyone, I'm glad it was you. I'm sad about all of this, and I'm going to miss my kids, but I'll get through it. As long as you're true to me. I'll be just as loyal to you, as I was to Joey. I'll try and make you happy, Jack, I promise."

"You will." I assured her. "And don't worry about the kids. We'll let the court sort that out."

"I don't deserve them." she lamented. "Joey was right; I've been a horrible mother lately."

"That's no excuse to do what he did." I stated. "Even if you have been less than stellar in the parenting department, it doesn't excuse his giving his own wife away."

We arrived at my house a few hours later, and I took her clothes and toiletries inside.

"Home sweet home." I said as optimistically as I could, for what my newly appointed girlfriend was going through.

Jaime looked around.

"It's nice." she said quietly. "Where will I be sleeping?"

I hadn't thought of that when I agreed to take her home with me. It was a three bedroom ranch, but I was using one of the extra rooms for an office, and the other one was stacked floor to ceiling with food and other items I was prepping.

"I'd love for you to sleep in my bed." I replied. "Would you mind?"

"Not all." she responded. "I'd like that. I'd hate to have to sleep alone anyway, with the way I'm feeling right now."

"One of my chests is practically empty." I said, as I dumped two of the bags onto the double bed. I use it for storing a lot of extra tee shirts that I probably won't ever wear. I can box them up and you can use that for your clothes."

"Both of my chests are totally empty." Jaime sighed. "I can't understand why you like them so much."

"It's a long story," I explained, "but we're going to have a lot of time together, so it'll make sense to you when I tell you. For now, I'd love to see them again, if you don't mind taking your top off for me."

"I don't mind." she replied. "And you don't have to ask me to take it off; just tell me. I'm yours now, Jack, and I'll do anything you tell me to do, within reason."

"Take off all of your clothes then." I instructed. "Everything. I've been dreaming of seeing you without anything on since I first met you."

Jaime nodded submissively.

"Yes Sir." she said respectfully.

She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, casting it to one side, then pulled off her sneakers, socks and jeans, leaving her fully nude. She had a small amount of fat on her hips and an almost indiscernible paunch, but for having birthed five kids, she looked amazing! To top it all off, her tits were so fucking soft and saggy.

"God, you're beautiful." I breathed quietly. "I don't want you wearing any clothes around the house from now on, okay? I want to enjoy this wonderful sight all the time. Get on the bed, on your hands and knees and face me. I want to see your tits dangling down."

Jaime did as she was told, and I couldn't believe just how deflated her tits were! They were full of iridescent stretch marks and fine wrinkles, and had a velvety look and feel to them as I squeezed them firmly in my hands. I was getting hard again, and I let go of her gorgeous saggers to take my own clothes off. I stood in front of her, and because she was on all fours, my cock was right in her face. She leaned in to suck it like an obedient wife would do, and I cradled her blonde head in my hands as she did so.

"That feels so good," I murmured, as she slid her generous lips up and down my dick, "but there's something else I'd rather do to you if you'll let me."

Jaime pulled her mouth from my penis and smiled.

"I think I know what that would be." she responded, as she pivoted around and lay on her back on the bed.

She spread her legs invitingly, and began rubbing her clit in tight little circles with her two middle fingers.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she inquired, rubbing herself with one hand, while she hoisted one of her droopy little boobs with the other and began sucking on her own nipple.

"Are you okay with that?" I asked, as I crawled onto the bed. "I know it's awfully soon, but I've wanted this for so long, Jaime."

"So have I." she responded. "I think it will be a good way for me to help get this morning's events off of my mind, and to realize my own fantasies as well. We can deal with the bigger picture later on. Right now, yes Jack, I want you to fuck me. Cum in me too, if you want. I know you don't have any kids of your own, so I'm your chance to have some. I love being pregnant. I'd stay knocked up all the time if I could."

With that, I moved in and lined up with her cunt. She had a neatly trimmed bush of dark-blonde hair adorning it, and it looked most inviting. Her labia were heavily stretched and wrinkly, due to birthing so many children, and they looked captivating. On top of that, the thought of having her pregnant at some point for me to fuck, was a huge turn-on as well.

Jaime was wet as hell, and my penis slid easily into her loose vagina; sliding all the way inside of her. I could feel the end of my dick pass through her cervix, and it gave extra stimulation as I began to pound her roughly. She grunted in approval, as I slid in and out of her worn cunt.

"Clamp down." I instructed. "Make it tighter so I can cum."

Jaime did as she was told, and suddenly her cunt gripped my cock like a velvety glove; gripping it much more firmly as I fucked her, increasing the sensation and stimulation. It wasn't long before I knew I was going to shoot my load deep inside of her soft, snow white belly.

"I'm going to cum." I whispered. "Oh my god, Jaime, your cunt feels so fucking good!"

I sighed as I climaxed; shooting my second load of the day inside of my new girlfriend, but this time it was inside of her heavenly cunt. I could feel her vaginal muscles contract involuntarily as she came as well, clamping down hard on my dick.

"Jack!" she gasped. "Oh fuck, this is a dream come true!"

Her entire body convulsed as she came, and after several seconds our orgasms subsided, and we gradually relaxed. I pulled out of Jaime's sopping wet and gaping cunt, and dropped down alongside of her. We kissed passionately; something we had initially skipped due to our urgent ardor, and held one another tightly.

Jaime began to cry, as the emotion of everything that had happened to her, both good and bad, suddenly flooded into her spent body. I embraced her as she sobbed uncontrollably against my chest, stroking her hair and shushing gently into her ear.

"Let it out." I said soothingly. "Oh Jaime, let it all out. It's okay, Baby. I'm here for you. Go ahead and cry all you want."

"I hate him so much!" she whispered fiercely. "I loved him and he just gave me away because there's something wrong with me! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him so fucking much!"

With that, she started crying again, and I continued stroking her hair.

"Shh." I whispered quietly. "Shh. It's okay. We'll figure it out, Jaime. I'll call an attorney, and we'll see about filing for a divorce."

"We don't need to." Jaime replied, looking up and sniffling.

She wiped her nose and sniffled again, so I reached over and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand.

"What do you mean?" I inquired. "You're going to stay married to him?!"

She shook her head and honked her nose into the Kleenex.

"No." she replied. "We're only married in the eyes of God. We had a service, but never filed any paperwork. We don't believe a piece of paper makes it legal; only the vows we took in front of the pastor, our families and the Good Book."

I was stunned, to say the least. All these years, my friend's wife wasn't even his legal wife! She was a girlfriend; a common law wife at the most, although in some states, that was just as legally binding as the real thing (as it should be). I was definitely going to have to do some legal research on this.

"Mountain folk are different." she continued. "Marriage is a trust. When that trust is broken, either one can nullify the marriage. That's how Joey was able to give me to you."

"Well I think that's wrong." I stated. "I think I'll love you just as much as he once did, and when I ask you to marry me, I want it done legally, so that no one can ever give you away again. You are NOT a piece of property to be bought, sold, traded or given away under any circumstances."

"But I was wrong." Jaime protested. "I've been neglectful. I can't remember things anymore, Jack! Simple things, like doing the laundry, or making breakfast for the kids. I just forget to do it. Today, I forgot to put a bra on. I don't know what's wrong with me! I don't blame him for being angry. I let him down."

"How long has this been going on?" I inquired. "The forgetfulness, I mean. When did it start?"

Jaime shook her head.

"I'm not sure. Maybe eighteen months or so ago, right after the baby was born. I don't know, why?"

"Have you been to a doctor?" I asked. "Have you tried to find out what's wrong with you? You're not stupid, Jaime. You're a damn smart chick. I think there's something wrong. Maybe you suffered a slight stroke when you were giving birth, or even worse, maybe you have a tumor or something. This certainly isn't like you."

"We don't have insurance." she explained. "It only started getting really worse lately. I'm just getting stupid, that's all. Joey said so."

"You don't just 'get stupid.'" I retorted. "There has to be an underlying issue. What if you have a brain tumor or something? I'll take you to a doctor this coming week and see if maybe they can find out what's wrong. You're not stupid, but Joey sure as hell seems to be acting that way."

"I don't want to be a burden." Jaime said nervously. "You don't need to spend a bunch of money on my problems."

"You're not." I responded. "Joey gave you to me, so now, you are my responsibility. I'm going to treat you like MY wife now, and that means finding out what's going on here."

"Okay." she replied. "I could really use a cup of coffee right about now, Jack. Do you have any?"

"I don't drink it," I said contritely, "sorry. I have some instant stuff that comes in the accessory packet in my MREs though. It's better than nothing, right?"

"I suppose." she agreed. "Do you have my mug? I know it sounds dumb, but Joey bought it for me at the Renaissance Faire a couple years ago, and it's an antique. It has my initial on it."

"It's in the car." I replied, pulling my jeans on. "I'll go get it. No sense in you going outside like that... yet."