After the funeral of a friend, Hugh and Deni agreed that Trina should
be brought to Central Oregon for the first of several weekends of
training.

Deni had suggested that we label this collective endeavor "The Taming
of the Shrew" after the Shakespearean play by that name. Her idea
had set the scene for the weekend. With sage advice from other
women, a plan was formulated on how to break her self sense of
being "too good" for others.

Hugh picked Trina up at Jon and Trina's house on Friday evening. She
was dressed in jeans and a button-up blouse. She was still resentful
of her treatment during her previous date with Hugh.
Hugh was dressed in shorts that were tight enough to allow the shapes
of his encased, equipment to be visible. Jon openly looked at his
boss's crotch with envy.

Hugh watched Trina's eyes glance down at his package, then flush
brightly as her eyes guiltily flicked back up to his to see if he had
noticed that she checked him out.

Hugh was looking directly at her eyes when they looked back at him.
Her flush turned into burning embarrassment at her debasing
indiscretion.

Hugh walked over to her, took her head in his hands, and kissed her
deeply. He pressed his bulge against her, making certain that she
felt his presence against her womanhood. His hands went behind her
buttocks, pulling her to his hips.

He released her as soon as he felt her bitchy resolve beginning to
weaken.

When Hugh turned back around to say goodbye to his co-worker, Jon had
an obvious erection. His eyes were riveted to his wives chest, where
her nipples had betrayed her, poking out and obviously aroused.
Jon's eyes were wide, and his breathing was harshly rapid and
labored.

"Jon," Hugh said, "Remove your wife's bra and panties. Help her put
on a short skirt, leave her blouse half unbuttoned, then bring her
back to me."

Hugh turned on his heel, walked into the living room and sat down.
He picked up the TV remote and began flipping through the channels.
After a few minutes, Jon and Trina reappeared. Trina could feel the
coolness of the air-conditioning on her newly exposed pussy. She
hated that it actually felt good to her, to be without her panties
was so foreign to her way of thinking that she felt her anger
rising. But this feeling! So free! So cool and unrestricted! And
her breasts. She could feel them shimmering, wiggling in her blouse,
her nipples being caressed by the soft fabric covering them. Trina
closed her eyes as she struggled with her conflicting emotions.
Hugh's libido enjoyed the site of the woman's unfettered breasts
jiggling with each step. Jon led his wife to stand in front of the
chair that Hugh's was sitting in. Her nipples were pebbles in her
blouse, totally self conscious of her semi exposed state.

"Raise your wife's dress and show me her pussy, Jon." Hugh was still
watching the TV screen, ignoring the woman.

Trina spluttered her indignation. "How DARE you treat me like a
slut!"

Hugh turned his eyes toward her chest, watching her nipples pressing
against the fabric of her blouse. Jon, without even hesitating,
raised Trina's dress and showed Hugh his wife's bare sex.
Hugh leaned forward in his chair and told Jon to open his wife's cunt
for him to look at.

This time Trina was absolutely speechless. Jon reached between her
legs and spread her pussy lips open for Hugh's viewing pleasure.
Hugh put his finger under her little opening and waited patiently for
the glistening drop of her wetness to drip onto his finger tip. When
it did, he wiped it onto her lips, explaining that the moisture was
her own cunt betraying her.

Trina turned crimson with embarrassment.

Hugh looked at Jon and told him to bring his wife out to the car.
Hugh then strode out the front door and down the walk to his car, and
unceremoniously got in.

Jon grabbed Trina's bags and followed his own wife out to the car of
the man that was going to take her away for the weekend. Jon's cock
had never been so hard.

He opened the car door for his wife. It made him feel so submissive
and vulnerable to think about how he was helping his wife go for the
weekend with another man. In his excitement, he wondered if there
was any possibility that she would conceive this weekend.

He hoped she wouldn't, because he wanted his wife to become
accustomed to going-out with other men. He wanted her to like it,
and to begin to date and have sex with lots of virile sexy males.
Jon's cock twitched uncontrollably, pulsing rigidly erect under his
trousers, as he fantasized about his wife, gorgeous in her nakedness,
her thighs widely spread, and man after man filling her pussy with
their virile sperm.
Jon tried to open the trunk lid in order to put Trina's three
suitcases inside. The trunk was, of course, locked.

Trina self consciously settled into the passenger seat next to Hugh,
forcing herself not to furtively glance at his crotch. She felt the
subconscious need to put her hand on his manhood, to test its size,
to finally touch what was intended to impregnate her.

Hugh drove away, leaving Jon standing there with three suitcases,
waving frantically to get Hugh's attention. Trina did not notice
that her beast-of-burden husband had been unsuccessful in stowing her
esential luggage in Hugh's car. Her tennis ball sized breasts
waggled a bit, jiggling with each bump in the road. She felt
extremely self conscious about her breasts being so exposed. She
tried to re-button her blouse without appearing to do so.

Hugh noticed her movements, and immediately pulled over to the side
of the road, then leaned over and cut the three felonious buttons
from her blouse, leaving Jon's wife unable to cover her vulnerable
beauty for the rest of the weekend.

Trina's shocked and resentful eyes glared at Hugh even as her nipples
hardened beneath the caressing fabric of her blouse.

Hugh smiled at her, then drove off again toward Central
Oregon . . . . . and Deni.