The Indian's Henry rifle appeared to be in good condition; it may have been a recent acquisition from some unlucky traveler. The Indian had not had ti...e to strip it of its "unnecessary" metal parts, such as the butt plate or to decorate it with carving, etc., so Otto would probably be able to sell it at their next stopover for a reasonable price. The Indian's knife was a bowie in the expected excellent condition, so Otto planned to hang on to it.The mules plodded on with the usual stoicism. I then made my way into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator. I grabbed the half empty bottle of orange juice and looked at the cabinet that held the cups. Screw it. I drank from the container. I walked back to the couch and threw myself in, ass first. A deep breath and boisterous exhale proclaimed my victory over the day. She was always getting after me for doing just about everything I had done as soon as I walked in the house. But she was in the shower, I was tired and I figured I could. The room faded out while I remembered our trip to New York City. We were in the village at a club, waiting for a band to come on. Mary had teasingly whispered in my ear that the girl next to us might be a good choice. Just another tease from my wife who only ever brought it up when she was almost drunk. Except Mary took it further, she talked with the girl and she had come back to our hotel to raid the mini bar with us. My cock was now rock hard with the memories of Mary and the girl kissing. “Please remove all your clothes and sit here.” She said, moving a chair close to the bottom of the exam table. My dick began to respond in anticipation of what was coming. Looking around, I noticed a small table near the side of the exam table. On it was a stainless steel pan of what looked like water, a razor, a can, of which I suspected was shaving cream, and a clip board and pen.“Are you ready?” Nichole asked my wife. “Yes, lets get started.” she said with a wicked grin, looking at me..