Cassandra and Francis

Mel

I think we'd all like to hear those stories. As always, thank you for your support.

GH

Emily held up her hand. "No, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to be rude. Right now I'm a little disconcerted. This is the first time I've seen or talked to Francis in several years and I have to admit that I've always missed him. He's an absolutely wonderful man."

Cassandra nodded. "It's okay, Jen and I understand. Both of us feel the same way about your ex husband. I also think this might be much easier if were direct with each other." She paused for a moment to think and then she took a deep breath and continued. "Jennifer and I have become very close friends with Francis, in fact the three of us now live together."

Emily turned and looked at me. There was an expression of shock on her face. "Francis is that true?"

"Yes it is."

"How long have you known them?"

I shrugged. "About a week"

"Francis, this is crazy!"

"Why, we enjoy each other's company. What else matters."

"They're notorious sluts. They're going to cheat on you!"

I stared at Emily. "Like you did?"

Emily buried her face in her hands. For a moment she was silent and then she quietly said; "All right, I deserved that." She looked up at me. "But Francis they will cheat on you!"

I shook my head. "No they won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I already know they're going to date other men. It's only cheating if they try to deceive me about it."

Emily stared at me. "I don't understand."

Joseph brought our salads. All four of us sat quietly while he set them in front of us and offered freshly ground pepper.

As soon as he was gone Cassandra took a bite of salad and said, "Tonight, after we've finished our dinner, Jen and I plan to pick out two very handsome men, take them back to our apartment and have a very fun party with them." she smiled. "And were not talking about balloons and popcorn."

"And what is Francis going to be doing during this party?"

"At first, he'll be serving us drinks and snacks. Later on, if the men are willing, he'll be sitting in the corner watching and if they are not he'll have to wait in the den until they're gone."

Emily looked at me. "Francis..."

Cassandra interrupted her. "Emily when you were married to Francis did you realize that he enjoys submitting to strong willed women?"

Emily shook her head. "No, I don't believe that. Francis is not a pervert."

Cassandra smiled. "Emily I think that you, Jen and I have to be very careful about branding people as perverts. Does your husband know what you plan to do tonight?"

Emily closed her eyes and sighed. "No he doesn't."

"Do you really believe you're in a position to judge anyone else?"

"No."

"The football coach, I think you said his name was Steve. Was he the first guy you cheated with while you were married to Francis?"

Anger flashed in Emily's eyes. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because it will help you to understand your ex husband." Cassandra smiled at Emily. "I think you're just as lonely as Jen and I were before we met Francis. I think you need Francis right now just as much as we need him, and I know he still loves you."

"But I already have a husband."

"Is he a good friend?"

Emily thought about this for a moment and then she shook her head. "No, he's away on business all week and when he's home on the weekends all he does is sit in front of the television and watch sports."

"When was the last time he made love to you?"

"John fucks me at least once a weekend." Emily sighed. "But I don't think he's ever made love to me."

Jennifer chuckled.

Emily turned and stared at her. "What's so funny?"

She grinned. "Francis has never fucked me, but this evening before we got dressed to go to dinner, he made wonderful love to me."

Emily laughed. "Francis? He ejaculates the moment you touch him."

Jennifer took a bite of salad and merrily said, "He doesn't use his cock. He uses his wonderful tongue."

Emily ate a bite of salad and then she dabbed at her lips with her napkin.. "I was very sexually repressed when I married Francis. My parents were rigid church people. In my household sex was dirty and never discussed. I was a good girl, but I had friends who were very adventurous. I used to listen with envy as they told story after story about the fun they had fucking their boy friends."

Emily paused while she ate another bite of salad and then she continued. "I was a virgin when I married Francis, but I had this wonderfully romantic fantasy about what my wedding night would be like." She sighed. "You can guess what happened."

Cassandra smiled. "I'm sure our baby doll came the moment you touched him."

Emily nodded. "I cried after he went to sleep. The next night he tried to go down on me, but I wouldn't let him. Like I said, in those days I was pretty repressed. I thought oral sex was dirty and nasty." She paused for a moment and then she said, "But that wasn't the only reason I wouldn't let him do it. I was also angry with him. I resented the fact that he wasn't like the guys my girl friends had dated. I was mad at him because he wasn't a stud."

"The first time you cheated on him you did it because of that anger didn't you?"

Emily whispered, "Yes."

"When did you do it?"

"The very next day." Emily looked at me. "Francis, I'm so sorry. Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes he does." There was a tone of authority in Cassandra's voice. "It will be painful for him, but Francis is a submissive masochist. It will also excite him. This is what we're trying to help you understand."

I knew exactly what Cassandra was trying to do. She sensed that Emily desperately needed us and she also knew that I still had feelings for her. Cassandra understood that it was important to both Emily and me to renew our friendship, but she also realized that in order for that to happen Emily was going to have to understand and accept our life style.

I decided that it was time for me to be direct with Emily. "Please tell me. It's very important. I promise that I won't ever again be mad at you because you party with other men."

Emily stared at me. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

She took a deep breath. "It was the morning of the next day. You were playing golf. I was in the casino playing the quarter slots. This very handsome middle aged man sat down at the machine next to mine. We started chatting. It was all very innocent. He introduced himself, his name was Vic. He was from Los Angeles. The next thing I knew we were in his room making out on his bed."

"Did you let him fuck you?" Cassandra's voice was soft and tender.

"Yes, he fucked me three times. It was wonderful."

"Did you suck his cock?"

Emily looked at me.

I smiled at her. "Don't worry, it's okay. I won't be mad."

She took a deep breath and quietly whispered, "Yes, I sucked his cock. Part of me felt so dirty while I was doing it, but another part of me was excited by it. I felt adventurous. It was almost like I was sampling a forbidden fruit."

As I listened to Emily's admission, part of me was hurt, but another part of me was very excited.

Cassandra looked over at me to see how I was taking all of this. I smiled at her. When she saw my smile she nodded to me and turned back to Emily. "Did you see him again."

"When I got back to our hotel room I felt so guilty that I cried. I could barely look at Francis when he returned from his golf game." She hung her head. "But the next morning as soon as Francis left to play golf I called Vic. I couldn't help myself, I had to see him again. We spent the entire morning fucking in his hotel room. We spent three more days in Las Vegas and I met Vic in his hotel room every single morning."

Emily turned to me. "Francis, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I've always loved you." She got very quiet. "I still love you."

I picked up her hand and held it. "I still love you too."

"Even after hearing about Vic?"

"Yes, even after hearing about Vic."

Emily smiled at me. "When we got home from our honeymoon I tried to be faithful to you, I really did."

"But you didn't stay faithful, did you?" Cassandra was staring at her.

"No I didn't. A week after we got back from our honeymoon I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. This very handsome guy got in line behind me." Emily sighed. "We started talking and the next thing I knew we were parked along the river bank and he was fucking me in the back of his SUV".

Suddenly she looked at Cassandra. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Cassandra smiled at her. "I'm sorry, we're really not trying to traumatize you. It might make you feel better to know that I could tell the exact same stories. I cheated on my third husband during our wedding reception."

Emily laughed. "At least I waited until we were on our honeymoon."

We all laughed at her joke and then Cassandra continued. "The reason I've been prodding you to tell these stories is that Francis is enjoying them." She shrugged. "They're probably also hurting him, but that's part of the fun for him."

Emily looked at me. "Francis is that true? Do you really get excited when you hear me talk about the times I cheated on you?"

This was it. This was the moment of truth. I nodded and quietly said, "Yes Emily I really do."

Magic. I suppose we're all a bit like Francis on this one GH. We can't wait but we know we have to !

gh you are the best writer here. thank you ...sorry about not using capitals, but i m can only use one hand after reading u

asehpe

When I was a kid I always believed that the only thing better than two candy bars was three candy bars. If you're going to create a fantasy, you might as well make it a good one.

Thanks for the kind note.

Peak

Thanks, I always start to worry that I'm boring people. Your ongoing support helps a lot.

pedropp

Thank you, that's a very nice compliment. I appreciate it. There are a lot of good writers at this site. I think that we all have our moments and we appeal to a variety of different tastes.

Thank you again

GH

"Excuse me, who gave you permission to be so familiar with our dinner guest? She is your superior. You will give her the respect she deserves. You will refer to her as Ms. Palmer." There was an icy tone to Cassandra's voice.

My entire body started to tingle with excitement. Cassandra and Jennifer were going to force me to abase myself in front of my ex wife. I took a deep breath and obediently bowed to Cassandra. "Yes Ms. Riley, I apologize. Please forgive me for being so rude."

I turned to Emily. "Ms. Palmer I apologize for being so impertinent. It was unconscionably rude of me to address you by your first name."

Emily looked at me and then she looked back at Cassandra. "I don't understand. Francis always calls me Emily. It would be silly for him to call me Ms. Pal..." She stopped in mid sentence and stared at us. After a moment she started to smile. "This is like a game isn't it?"

Jennifer grinned at her. "Yes and it's really fun. Francis is our slave."

Emily shook her head. "Your slave?" She turned to me. "Francis, is this what you want?"

I nodded. "Emily, I'm having the time of my life. Sex had become so frustrating for me that I started to avoid relationships with women. Instead I retreated into an Internet fantasy world and frankly most of the fantasies involved me in the role of a submissive, masochistic cuckold.'

"Cuckold? Isn't that some old English word?"

"Sure, you read "Canterbury Tales" didn't you?"

Emily nodded.

"It refers to a man who's wife sleeps with other men. The word has recently been resurrected and now Internet sites catering to the cuckold life style are quite common."

"The cuckold life style? I don't understand."

Cassandra leaned forward. "Emily imagine what life would be like if your husband John not only tolerated your infidelity, he encouraged it."

"But then he'd want to sleep with other women wouldn't he? Wouldn't that just be an open marriage?"

Cassandra shook her head. "Not in the cuckold life style. In a cuckold marriage, the cuckold husband remains ever faithful to his 'hot wife' while she freely sleeps with any man she chooses."

"Does that really exist? I mean are there really couples who live like that?"

I shrugged. "There are some. It's hard to say how many. Most of our information comes from the Internet. You have to be skeptical about anything you read there."

Jennifer smiled. "We're living that life style. Francis is our cuckold."

Emily nodded. "Yes, but there are three of you. You hardly represent a conventional marriage."

Jennifer shrugged. "Who cares? Cassie, Francis and I do all the things happily married couples do. We patiently listen to each other complain about our jobs over cocktails, we watch television together, we read to each other from the newspaper, we cuddle at night." She shook her head. "I've never been this happy in my entire life." And then she started to grin. "And I still get to fuck any guy I choose."

"All right, but what does Francis get out of this relationship?"

Jennifer looked at me and smiled. "The same things we do, and he also gets all the sex he wants from us."

Emily looked at me. "Is that true Francis?"

Cassandra answered for me. "Yes and no."

"What do you mean, yes and no?"

"You have to understand that normal sex has been very traumatic for Francis. He's suffered a lot of rejection because of it, including from you."

Emily sighed. "Yes I suppose he has."

Jennifer grinned. "We've taught him to eat pussy. He's an artist and he's proud of his skill." Jennifer winked at me. I winked back at her.

"But that's fun for you, not for Francis."

Cassandra shook her head. "Emily, when you put a guy's big hard cock in your mouth it's ostensibly for him, but be honest; aren't you enjoying it every bit as much as he is?"

Emily nodded. "Yes, guess you're right." She thought about this for a moment and then she said, "But that's still not enough." She looked at Cassandra and Jennifer. "I mean, would the two of you be happy if all you ever got to do was give blow jobs?"

Cassandra nodded. "You're right, and when we finish playing our sex games we always get Francis off." She smiled. "Both Jen and I love sucking his little cock."

Emily turned to me."Francis I'm sorry that I never took the opportunity to enjoy that experience while we were married. Maybe if we can become friends again, you might be willing to give me another chance.

I bowed politely and said, "Ms. Palmer I am yours to command."

All four of us started laughing.

Suddenly Joseph appeared and cleared away our salad plates. As he was leaving the table he said, "Cassie, I'll be right back with your bottle of wine and then I'll bring your steaks."

Cassie nodded. "Thank you Joseph."

As soon as he was gone Jennifer leaned over and whispered to Emily. There was a devilish gleam in her eye. "Want to know what Francis likes the most?"

Emily smiled. "Yes, most definitely."

Jennifer giggled. "He likes to lick our assholes while we play with his penis."

Emily wrinkled up her nose. "EeeeeUuuu! That's nasty."

Cassandra laughed. "No it's not, we're clean and feeling his tongue in my ass gives me a nearly indescribable sense of power. It really is exciting."

Emily looked at me. "Francis, do you really do that to them?"

I grinned at her and slowly nodded my head.

Jennifer leaned over and whispered. "It's another one of those forbidden fruits we discussed earlier. You know how exciting they are when you actually try them"

Emily took a deep breath. "Francis would ever consider doing that to me?"

I winked at her. “All you have to do is ask."

Cassandra shook her head. "No, you do not have to ask. All you have to do is snap your fingers and say, Pussyboy get down on your knees and lick my asshole." She smiled. "He will obey."

Emily gasped. "Oh my!" And then she started laughing. "I'm beginning to understand that the three of you are leading a very exciting life.

mmmmmmmm Francis is a very spoilt little cuckold at the moment, I'm loving this GH, I can't wait to see how it pans out.....

Mel x

Thanks Mel

GH

Joseph arrived with our wine. When he presented the bottle to Cassandra she laughed and said, "I don't know anything about wine. Show it to our slave."

Joseph showed me the bottle. I glanced at the label and nodded to him. "I think my Mistresses will be pleased."

Joseph started chuckling. "You guys are a stitch. I can't wait to tell Antoine about this." He opened the bottle and started to pour a small amount in my glass.

I put my hand up and stopped him. "No, let Ms. Dalton taste it."

Jennifer looked at me with alarm. "Francis I don't know anything about wine!"

I smiled at her. "That's okay, just tell us if you think it tastes good."

She giggled. "Okay." She looked up at Joseph. As he poured a small amount of the merlot into her glass she said, "I've never done this before. It's kind of fun."

As soon as he was done pouring he stepped back and said, "Madam."

Jennifer grinned at all of us, picked up her glass and took a little sip of the wine. She made a big show out of tasting it and then she started to giggle. In a deep authoritative voice she said, "It has a wonderful bouquet and seems to have adequate body."

All five of us burst out laughing.

Joseph poured a glass for each of us, set the bottle next to Jennifer and said, "I'll bring your steaks."

He disappeared into the kitchen. As soon as he was gone Jennifer turned to me and said, "Francis will you teach us about wine?"

I shook my head. "Jennifer, I don't know much more than you do. Why don't we take a wine tasting class together."

Cassandra's eyes lit up. "Francis that sounds like fun. Could we really do that?"

"I don't see why not, I'll ask around at the University."

Next to me, Emily quietly said, "Could I go too?"

Jennifer looked at her. "Of course you can, we want you to be our friend."

Emily smiled at us. "Thank you, I would like that very much."

GH, again thanks for this further installment of Francis' saga! I was a little sad today (because we all know that in real life fairy tales like Francis' don't happen; people don't ever trust each other as much, or adapt to each other's kinks so responsively) -- and reading your tale has made me smile and want to get out and go for a walk. Great, thanks a lot -- and please do continue! I can't wait to see where this will all end.

asehpe

Thank you,

That might be the nicest compliment anyone could ever give to one of my stories. I'm glad I was able to make you smile today. When I write I try very hard to create charachters that I would like to spend time with.

Thanks again for telling me that.

GH

Joseph brought our dinners. All four of us were hungry, so for a few minutes we focused our attention on our steaks and the accompanying bake potatoes.

Finally Cassandra set her fork down, took a sip of wine and said, "Sometimes we don't let Francis have sex."

Emily looked at her and said, "What do you mean?"

"Sometimes we deny him sex. We do it to torture him. You understand that he is a masochist. He likes it."

I shook my head. "I'm not sure that like is the correct word, but it does excite me."

Jennifer ignored me and said, "Sometimes we don't even let him masturbate."

"How can you do that? It's my understanding that guys masturbate all the time." Emily rolled her eyes. "When my husband is traveling I think he spends all of his nights pulling on his thing while he watches hotel porn."

Cassandra shook her head. "He could be going to clubs like this one looking for..."

Emily held up her hand. "Don't say it. I understand. You're right, I was being a little hypocritical."

We went back to quietly eating our dinners. Suddenly Emily set her fork down and asked, "How do you keep him from masturbating?"

An impish little smile appeared on Cassandra's face. "We keep his penis locked up."

"What? You keep his penis locked up! How the fuck do you do that?" As she already mentioned, my ex wife was raised in a very conservative household. Because of this, she rarely swore.

I was aghast and Jennifer was doing everything she could to keep from laughing. But Cassandra didn't bat an eye, she just casually answered, "We make him wear a chastity cage."

"A chastity cage?" Emily looked at Jennifer and me. "She's making this up isn't she?"

Jennifer smiled. "Nope, and he's wearing it right now."

Cassandra looked at me. "Francis, unzip your pants and let Emily reach inside. We want her to feel your chastity cage."

I looked around. The dining room and bar were crowded. Fortunately the tables at Malone's were covered with large white table cloths that draped well over the edges of the table. I nervously pulled my chair closer to the table and unzipped my pants.

Emily looked at Cassandra and Jennifer. "This is a joke, right? When I reach into his pants both of you are going to start laughing."

Jennifer shook her head. "No, it's not a joke. We're telling you the truth, Francis is wearing a chastity cage. We put it on him this morning before he went to work and we won't take it off again until after were done partying with our dates and they've both gone home."

I smiled at Emily. "They are telling the truth. I am wearing a chastity cage and I've had it on it since early this morning." I picked up her hand and gently guided it to my lap. "Go ahead, find out for yourself. I promise that nobody is going to laugh at you."

Emily nodded. "Okay, but I still think it's a joke." She slipped her hand inside my open fly. She immediately stopped and smiled at me. “Francis, you're wearing satin panties trimmed with lace.”

My face turned beet red. I'd forgotten that little detail.

Jennifer laughed. “Yes, Cassie and I both believe that little pussyboys should always be properly attired.

Emily shook her head and continued her inspection. Suddenly she froze. "Francis, there's a plastic case on your penis!"

I could feel her examining the outside of my chastity cage with her fingertips. After a moment she looked at Jennifer and Cassandra. "There's a tiny padlock on this thing. You weren't joking. You really do have his penis locked up."

Cassandra grinned at Emily. "Yes we do, isn't it hot?"

"Yes it is. Francis can't even touch himself without your permission." She giggled. "This is really kinky."

Emily kept exploring. I felt her lift my plastic encased penis and touch my bare testicles. "Francis, it's been a long time since I touched you here."

I chuckled. "I'm not sure you ever did."

Emily stared at me. For a moment I thought I might have made her angry, but then she smiled and said; "Oh I'm certain I did, that's how I used to make you cum."

Jennifer laughed. "Ex wife one, divorced wimp husband zero."

Because your intuition is so good, I am sure this will all work out in the end. Because I like Francis, I am not too sure I like the idea of his bitch ex-wife being allowed into the inner circle. Being a cuckoldress is one thing, being a bitch is another thing entirely. But yes, we are all works in progress so perhaps Emily will surprise me.

Great story--only reason I check this site anymore is to read your stuff.
alamodom

GH, I can tell that you have a kind heart, it shows in your writing. I agree with asehpe, this story is so much fun to read. Thank you GH, for all your time and effort bringing it to us for our enjoyment.

Alamodom, I've also wondered if Emily is going to play the role of the snake in Paradise -- but her honest confession seems to point in the other direction. I don't know, it could go either way, I suppose. When people are insecure, they can be a danger to others and to themselves in relationships.

Indeed, GH, I wished I knew people like Francis, Cassie and Jennifer in real life. They're so adorable. (I'm trying to imagine what they look like. How do you see Francis? Should he look like the Civil War Hero? I'm imagining Cassandra as blonde and Jennifer as brunette -- is that right?)

Alamodom

Of all the stories I have written, the only one that I regularly go back and reread is, “Sandra and Stevie". It is my favorite and my favorite female character will always be Sandra Monroe. Even Lisa understands that I will always be hopelessly in love with Sandra.

The first crisis in “Sandra and Stevie” takes place when Stevie discovers that Sandra has been cheating on him.

My characters are frail individuals filled with flaws (aren't we all), but I've tried to give all of them the ability to love, to forgive and to learn. Emily is an excellent example. Yes, she continues to cheat on her current husband and I understand why you don't trust her. I suspect that somewhere in the future of this story, there is a crisis coming for her.

Thank you, your comment was right on the money.

Trf2

Thank you, that's the finest compliment you could ever give me.

In the play "Harvey", later a classic movie starring James Stewart, Elwood P Dowd says this to a young couple. This is only a rough appoximation of the quote. "My father told me that to succeed in this world you either have to be ever so smart, or ever so nice. I picked nice."

I like to think that I made the same choice.

GH

Asephe

Your last comment was posted while I was writing my last comment.

I also like the characters. I keep writing (it really is a lot of work) because I want to be around these people.

I was very sad when I finished "Sandra and Stevie" and I will be just as sad when I finish "Cassandra and Francis"

When I first started posting stories here I used the pictures of real pornstars to illustrate my stories. I stopped for a number of reasons. One of them is that now you get to create Cassandra in your own mind.

I still use pornstars as my models and if you ask me, I will tell you who the models are (although I may have already written a post where I identified my model for Cassandra.)

I use pornstars because sex scenes are very difficult to write. One of the ways I do it is to take a sex scene from a series of pictures or a video and describe it.

Francis is a very slender forty year old man of short stature. He has slightly effeminant features and he is a fastidious dresser.

If you ask me, I will tell you, but I don't want to interfere with your imagination.

GH

As soon as we were all finished eating, Joseph and a bus boy appeared and cleared away our dishes. Joseph was proving to be an excellent waiter and the service at Malone's was outstanding.

After clearing our table the busboy left with our dirty dishes. Once he was gone Joseph smiled at us and asked, "Can I interest you in dessert?"

Cassandra looked at Jennifer and Emily. Both of them shook their heads. Cassandra smiled back at Joseph. "No thank you, but coffee would be nice."

She looked at me. "Pansy?"

I cringed as Joseph smirked, but I still politely bowed my head and answered, "Yes Ms. Riley?"

"We would like a nice after dinner drink. Something that would serve as both a light dessert and a compliment to our coffee."

I looked at Joseph. "Would you suggest a port wine for us please."

He nodded. "Certainly, we have a very good Sandemans Ruby. Antoine and I both like it. It's reasonably priced and we think it's an excellent value." He turned to Cassandra. He fully understood the game we were playing. "Shall I bring four glasses?"

"Thank you Joseph, that would be very nice."

Joseph left for the kitchen. As soon as he was gone Jennifer grinned at everyone and said, "I think it's time for us to select our playmates for the evening."

Cassandra looked at Emily. "Jen and I plan to find a couple of guys and bring them back to our apartment for a little party. Would you like to join us?"

"How far away is your apartment?"

"It's just next door."

She stared at us. "The building next door is The Bluffs."

Jennifer nodded. "Yes, we live on the sixteenth floor. The view from the balcony is really quite spectacular."

Emily looked at me. "Francis, how can you afford a condominium in The Bluffs? That's the most expensive building in this city."

This was going to be sticky. I wasn't certain how Emily was going to react when she heard about my financial situation. I came into my money long after we were divorced, so she had no legal claim to any of it; but I was still afraid that she might be bitter when she found out about it. I took a deep breath. "Do you remember what my father did for a living?"

Emily shook her head. "He had something to do with the oil business didn't he?" She smiled. "I remember that he traveled all the time."

"He was actually a senior executive for one of the major oil companies. He died several years ago and left a sizable sum of money to my sisters and me. I invested my share of our inheritance very wisely." I smiled at Emily. "Your ex husband is now quite wealthy."

Emily stared at me for a moment and then she started to smile. "Francis, I've worried so much about you in the years since we separated." She laughed. "I guess that was foolish. I should have realized that you would always do well." She picked up my hand and squeezed it. "I'm very happy to hear about your good fortune. I couldn't have happened to a better man."

She turned to Cassandra. "Cassie, I would love to go back to your apartment for a little party. How could I pass up a chance to see the city from the sixteenth floor of The Bluffs." She giggled. “It will also give me a chance to help you torment my ex.” Emily leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Francis, I've missed you so much.”

Joseph returned with our coffee and port.

As soon as he was gone Cassandra held up her glass of wine and said, "A toast."

Jennifer, Emily and I all raised our glasses.

Cassandra said, "To the four perverts."

Jennifer and I clinked our glasses and burst into laughter.

Emily shook her head. "I don't get it."

Jennifer turned to her and clinked her glass. "Honey, it's an inside joke. Last night Francis called us The Three Musketeers and I suggested that we would more aptly be named the three perverts. Like it or not, you have just been inducted into our little group."

Emily grinned. "I like it very much, thank you."

Cassandra and I both took a turn clinking her glass and then all four of us took a sip of our wine. It was delightfully sweet.

Wow! I finally got a chance to catch up on the story, and what else can I say? The ex was a total surprise, but is shaping up to be a great addition, and the interplay between her and the girls is fascinating.
This is just superb, the depth of development and detail in both the settings and the characters says your heart is really in it - which, for the rest of us, means a great ride ahead. I was a little tired and worn down when I started reading, but was soon deeply involved and smiling like a fool! Thanks GH, this story rocks!
storm

Fantastic GH.....the ex is great reading I'm really looking forwards to the coming segments, my imagination runs wild

Mel x

Stormy and Mel

Thank you.

GH

As soon as we set our glasses down Jennifer leaned over to Cassandra and said, "Cassie, Ronnie is in the bar."

Cassandra nodded. "Yes, I saw him when he came in."

I looked at them. "Who's Ronnie?"

Cassandra smiled at me. "He's a guy I..." And then she stopped herself and stared at me for a moment. Finally she said, "Pussyboy, that's really none of your business."

I realized immediately that Cassandra was playing her role so I slipped into my role. I looked down at the table top and meekly answered, "I'm sorry Ms. Riley, I didn't mean to pry."

Next to me, Emily chuckled. "You guys do that very well."

Jennifer laughed. "What's really incredible is that they've only been at it for a few days. Can you imagine how amazing they'll be in a year."

Emily grinned. "It will be fun to watch." She paused for a moment and then she said, "I assume you're talking about Ronnie Snyder."

Jennifer nodded. "Since I've known her, Ronnie is about as close as Cassie has come to having a boyfriend."

Emily raised her eyebrows. "Really? I wonder how he's going to feel about Francis?"

Cassandra laughed. "Ronnie has a wife so it had better not bother him too much."

Emily smiled. "Yes, being married does take the seriousness out of any feelings of jealousy that he might express."

Suddenly Cassandra's eyes shifted to the cocktail lounge. She watched silently for a moment and then she leaned forward and whispered to Jennifer. "Jen honey, Tony Edwards just walked into the bar."

Jennifer smiled. "Oh my! The evening just got much more interesting."

Cassandra turned to Emily. "Jen and Tony have been carrying on a minor affair for the past several weeks."

Emily looked at Jen with approval. "I can see why, Tony Edwards is a hunk. I wouldn't mind having a little affair with him myself."

Jennifer shook her head. "It's not easy, his wife keeps him on a pretty tight rein."

I chuckled. "Do the three of you only date married men?" I realized immediately that I had again overstepped my privileges as a submissive cuckold slave. I started to apologize.

Cassandra raised her hand and stopped me. "It's okay Francis. I'm glad you asked that question. The answer is very important to our relationship. Yes, Jen and I make it a point to always date married men. I suspect Emily also does it. It's much less complicated. We're not looking for a serious relationship with any of these guys."

Jennifer laughed. "Most of them are rather shallow." She sighed, "But some of them certainly do know how to fuck."

Cassandra rolled her eyes.

Jennifer indignantly said, "Don't get all high and mighty with me Cassandra Riley. I know you much too well."

Cassandra giggled. "Sorry Jen, I got confused. It was a momentary mental lapse."

Jennifer turned to me. "I think that what my addled friend..."

Cassandra raised her eyebrows. "Addled? Jennifer I don't think you even know how to spell that word."

"A...D...D...L...E...D. I happen to work in a law office Ms. Smartypants." There was a tone of mock pride in Jennifer's voice.

"Ms. Smartypants?"

"Yes, and now if you will excuse me, I was explaining something to my dear friend Professor Townsend."

All four of us started laughing.

After a moment Jennifer turned back to me and said, "What I was trying to tell you before I was so rudely interrupted was that you're the only man that Cassie and I have any interest in getting serious about".

Cassandra stood up. "Jen honey, as usual you are absolutely correct.” She shook her head. “But at this moment I'm not interested in serious relationships. Tonight I'm much more interested in a shallow, short term relationship with a guy who's hung like a horse."

Jennifer took a deep breath. "My what an exciting thought." She pushed her chair back, stood up and took Cassandra's arm. "Cassie my dear, I think our studs are waiting for us in the bar."

As I watched Cassandra and Jennifer walk into the cocktail lounge Emily leaned over and whispered, "They're both very beautiful."

I nodded, "Yes they are."

"You're lucky to have found them."

Emily's comment surprised me. I turned and looked at her. "What makes you say that? I thought you were suspicious of them."

“I was at first, but I watched them during dinner. It's obvious that they both adore you." She laughed. "That's easy for me to understand, I happen to think that you're pretty adorable too."

I frowned. "Apparently that wasn't true when were in bed." It was one of those comments that just slipped out and I immediately regretted saying it.

I started to apologize, but Emily held up her hand and stopped me. "Francis you are the perfect husband." She sighed. "Until it's time to go to bed. I gather that there are large numbers of women that don't particularly care about sex. It probably wouldn't have been a problem for them, but it was for me."

Emily sighed. "Francis I don't know why I have such a strong sex drive. It's almost like I have the libido of a man. That first time in Las Vegas, when Vic took my virginity in his hotel room; I realized that sex was something special for me. Baby, that next morning I hated myself when I went back to his hotel room. I was so ashamed of what I was doing, but I went anyway. I had to, I was desperate to feel him push his great big cock into me again."

I smiled at Emily. "I wish we could go back to that day and do it over again. I'd go to Vic's room with you and hold your hand while he fucked you with that great big hard cock."

Emily stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Really Francis? Do you mean that? That would have been so wonderful."

I held my ex wife's hand. "I think it would have been wonderful too."

"Francis, tonight after my lover goes home will you lick my pussy and my ass for me?" She suddenly stopped. "I know we'll have to get Cassie and Jen's permission first. I understand that, but if it's all right with them, would you do it?"

I laughed. "It would be an honor." I patted Emily's hand. "Now I think you'd better start looking for your playmate for the evening. We're supposed to be having a party in a little while."

Emily shook her head. "Oh I've already found him. He came in while we were eating dinner. He's standing at the end of the bar. His name is Ted Jackson. For the past several months, we've been getting together at least once a week." She stood up. "I'll go get him. I think you'll like him. He's really very nice." Emily giggled. "And he's a wonderful fuck."

She paused for a moment. She was thinking. Finally she said, "I think I'd better take a minute and warn Ted about what's going to happen tonight." She laughed. "He'll be happy to find out that he's going to get to fuck me on a bed or a couch. Usually we have to fuck in the back of his SUV.

Emily leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I'll be back in a few minutes." She turned and walked over to Ted Jackson. He was smiling at her. When she reached him she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a long passionate kiss. As I watched them I felt very envious of Emily's handsome stud.

Wonderful GH simply wonderful, I recognise a certain element in there from our pm exchange thank you for including it and for making it seem so acceptable......

Mel x

Hi Mel

Thank you for your comment.

I know exactly what you're talking about. I always pay close attention to your suggestions, insights and guidance.

Thank you again

GH

I was curious to see what Cassandra and Jennifer were doing so I looked around the bar. I quickly spotted them. They were both seated at tables with very handsome men. Both couples were deeply engrossed in conversation.

I focused my attention Cassandra and her man. I assumed that he was Ronnie Snyder. Ronnie was a very distinguished looking, well groomed, well dressed, middle aged man. He had long curly dark hair that was streaked with patches of gray. His tanned and weathered face suggested that he loved the outdoors and his tight fitting knit shirt accentuated the broad shoulders and athletic physique of a man who was still well acquainted with the rigors of daily physical exercise.

They were huddled together coyly whispering in each other's ears. Pangs of jealousy rippled through me when I saw that Cassandra was holding Ronnie's hand. Cassandra laughed at something Ronnie said and then she kissed his cheek.

Ronnie whispered to Cassandra. She smiled at him and nodded her head. Ronnie stood up and gallantly offered his hand to Cassandra. She took it and allowed him to help her to her feet. Once she was standing she pressed her body against his and took his arm.

I took a deep breath. I thought Cassandra was about to bring her lover back to our table, but I was wrong. Instead they walked arm in arm to the door at the far side of the bar. This was the door to the patio. I remembered looking down at Malone's patio from the balcony of my apartment and thinking that there was remarkably little lighting for the outdoor area of an upscale nightclub. Now I understood why. The lack of lighting was deliberate. It created covert corners where two people could discreetly begin the delicious foreplay that would hopefully lead to an illicit liaison in the back seat of a car or maybe in an obscure motel on the outskirts of the city.

Ronnie let go of Cassandra's arm so he could open the door and hold it for her as she stepped through. He was a gentleman. Cassandra stopped in the doorway and waited so Ronnie could put one arm around her waist and guide her onto the patio while he deftly used his other arm to close the door behind them.

For a moment I sat quietly. I had to try to sort out my feelings. My mind was being ripped apart by a variety of emotions. I was excited, but I was also jealous and envious of Ronnie. It was obvious that tonight he was going to be allowed to enjoy Cassandra in a way that would never be offered to me. Of course I already knew this. Denying me those pleasures while freely giving them to others was fundamental to the cuckold game we were playing. Still it was one thing to imagine Cassandra in the arms of a lover. Actually seeing her giggling like a school girl while she fawned over and flirted with a man who would soon be making passionate love to her was an altogether different situation.

Remembering that this was part of our game made me feel better. It also helped when I reminded myself that while it was true that I would never be allowed to enjoy the sexual favors that Cassandra was about give to Ronnie; it was also true that he would never see the part of Cassandra that she freely shared with me.

Feeling better, I shifted my attention to Jennifer. Any sense of well being that I'd just regained was immediately crushed. Jennifer had her chair positioned so that she was sitting right next to a man who I assumed was Tony Edwards. Jennifer's handsome young companion was the the guy my ex wife had just described as a hunk and I could see why. Tony's tight fitting, short sleeved sport shirt was stretched at the seams by his broad shoulders, massive chest and powerful biceps. His long blond hair was tied back in a pony tail and his muscular forearms were covered with an intricate display of Gothic tattoos.

My sweet Jennifer had her entire body tightly pressed against this powerful man. Her arms were possessively draped around his massive neck and shoulders. Tony's right arm was wrapped around Jennifer. His left arm was casually resting on her barely covered breasts. This simple gesture was enough to convey a message to everyone in the bar that this beautiful woman's body belonged exclusively to him.

They were discreetly whispering to each other. While they whispered they both occasionally glanced at me. I assumed that Jennifer was telling Tony about me. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with a profound sense of humiliation as I realized that Jennifer was most likely telling Tony everything about me.

Tony glanced at me again. I quickly looked away, but before I looked away I noticed a smile on his face. I interpreted it as a smirk. I assumed that Jennifer had just told him about my panties and chastity cage. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

I looked back at them. Jennifer was staring at me. There was a warm smile on her face and then she winked at me. That wink made me feel much better. I smiled back at Jennifer.

She whispered something to Tony. He nodded and they both stood up together. Tony wasn't the refined gentleman that Ronnie had been. He didn't offer Jennifer his hand and once she was standing she had to take his arm.

I thought they might be joining Cassandra and Ronnie on the patio, but I was wrong. Jennifer lead Tony directly over to our table. At the same moment, out of the corner of my eye I saw Emily and Ted stand up and start walking towards me.

A combination of fear, excitement, anticipation and embarrassment rippled through my body. The game was about to begin in earnest. I was about to be introduced to two men as a submissive cuckold slave.

Excellent, gh. i can almost feel the humiliation that Francis is about to experience. Simply wonderful! priss

Such clever writing GH, Cassandra off in wanton abandon with her lover, giving him all she'll never give to Francis and dear little cuckold Francis forced to be elsewhere with others knowing it's going on.......how his little cage must be uncomfortable under the strain, how his mind must be fraught in termoil.....such a lucky little cuckold already and yet more to come with Jennifer and Emily in the form of humiliation and if he's lucky being allowed to watch and clean.......this is a wonderful story.

Mel x

Priss,

Thank you,

Yes, the humiliation of Francis is just beginning. I think you, Mel and I will all enjoy it.

GH

Mel

What a nice concise way to describe the pleasure and pain of being a cuckold. You truly are wicked, and that is meant as a compliment.

Thanks again for your support.

GH

As Jennifer approached the table I stood up.

She was still hanging on to Tony's arm. She smiled at me and said, "Pansy, I'd like you to meet my friend Tony Edwards. Tonight you will address him as Mr. Edwards."

Tony stepped around Jennifer and extended his hand. "Francis, I'm Tony. I understand that we're going to be playing a pretty kinky sex game tonight. It's going to be a little difficult for me at first, but I'm willing to give it a try." He shook his head. "I think it might make it a little easier for me if I could get to know you just a little bit before we start."

Behind me another voice said, "Boy do I ever agree with that."

I shook Tony's hand and turned around. Emily and Ted Jackson were standing on the other side of me.

Ted extended his hand. "Francis, I'm Ted Jackson."

I shook Ted's hand and then I smiled at everyone. "I think Tony has a very good idea. Let me get some more chairs so we can all sit down."

Tony held up his hand to stop me. "I got 'em Francis."

As Tony was pulling two chairs over to the table Jennifer said, "Honey, you'd better grab one more. Cassie and Ronnie just walked back into the bar."

"Don't worry Tony, I got it." Ted Jackson grabbed a chair from the table behind him and slid it over to our table."

I took a quick glance into the cocktail lounge. Cassandra and Ronnie were on their way to the table.

Everyone was looking at me. Somehow I had momentarily become the de facto host. I decided that this was probably a good thing. Tony was right. We all needed a chance to get to know each other before we started playing kinky sex games.

I smiled and said, "Why don't we all sit down."

As everyone was getting seated, I noticed that Joseph was standing by the door to the kitchen. I waved him over.

Cassandra, Ronnie and Joseph all arrived at the table at the same time.

Cassandra looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face. "Francis, what's going on?"

"Cassie." I waited for a moment to let the significance of the name I'd just used sink in and then I repeated it. "Cassie." This time I paused and waited for her to react.

She stared at me for a moment and then she nodded.

I continued. "I think everyone would like a few minutes to get acquainted before we start playing any sex games."

Ronnie laughed. "That sure would make me happy. This is all brand new territory for me." He stepped up to me and extended his hand. "Francis, I'm Ron Snyder."

I shook his hand and said, "I'm Francis Townsend." And then I gestured to one of the empty chairs and added. "Won't you please sit down."

As soon as Cassandra and Ronnie were seated I turned to Joseph. "Joseph, would you please get everyone a fresh drink. Put everything on my tab."

Joseph nodded. "Yes Mr. Town...er Fran..." He laughed. "Right now I'm not sure what I should call you."

I smiled at him. "Francis will be just fine."

Joseph quickly took everyone's drink orders. I noted of the fact that Ted and Tony both ordered Budweisers and Ronnie ordered scotch on the rocks.

After Joseph left to get our drinks I looked at everyone and said, "I think that Tony, Ted, Ronnie and I are all finding this situation to be just a little bit awkward."

Tony laughed. "I'll say."

We all smiled.

"It doesn't have to be and I think I have a solution."

Ronnie leaned forward. "I hope it involves our getting laid tonight."

Cassandra playfully punched his arm and said, "Hush."

I smiled at him. "That's up to the woman you're with, but I think I know her well enough to predict that your odds are pretty good."

Cassandra kissed Ronnie's cheek and said, "His odds are more than good. He's got a sure thing."

Jennifer picked up Tony's hand and slipped it inside her dress. "Ronnie's not the only one who has a sure thing."

Tony winked at all of us. Everyone started laughing.

While we were laughing Joseph returned with our drinks. We all waited quietly while he set them in front of us. Once he was finished I quietly said, "Joseph when you have a chance I'd like to settle the bill."

He nodded. "I'll bring it right away Francis." Joseph left for the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone Emily asked, "What's your plan Francis?"

I turned to her. I noticed that Ted had his arm around her shoulder. I smiled. "Why don't we go back to my apartment. I'll make us another round of drinks." I looked at the three men. "My bar just happens to be stocked with a good supply of Budweiser and an excellent selection of scotches. We can all admire the view of the city from the balcony and then if you are so inclined my apartment has two bedrooms and an office den with a very comfortable sofa. When you're in the mood, I invite you to feel free to make full use of them."

Ted took a good swallow of his beer and set the bottle back down. "I like this plan."

Tony grinned at all of us. "I agree. Hell, I'm in the mood right now."

Next to him Jennifer said, "Honey you're always in the mood." Everyone chuckled.

Joseph appeared with the bill. I handed him my credit card.

As soon as he was gone I said, "Why don't we finish our drinks and retire to my apartment." There was a general murmuring of agreement. I sat back, I was feeling rather smug.

Suddenly from across the table Cassandra said, "Just a moment Francis, I have a few suggestions that I think might help to make the evening a little more interesting for all of us." She smiled at me. "Using the name Cassie gets you free speech, not total authority."

I began to get nervous.

Next to me Jennifer explained, "Francis always calls us Cassandra and Jennifer. When he uses the names Cassie or Jen it's a signal to us that he wants to stop whatever we're doing and talk as equals."

Tony nodded. "I read an article in a men's magazine about this kind of stuff. It's called a safe word." He thought about this for a moment and then he looked at Jennifer. "You weren't kidding were you, Francis really is your slave."

Jennifer slowly nodded her head. There was a large grin on her face.

Across the table from them Ted Jackson quietly said, "No shit!"

Joseph returned with my credit card and the charge slip. I signed it. As I was putting the card and my copy of the receipt into my wallet Cassandra smiled at me and said, "Francis, since these men are going to be your guests, I think that it would only be proper for you to show them the respect that they so richly deserve. I don't think that anyone would be uncomfortable if you referred to them as Mr. Jackson, Mr. Edwards and Mr. Snyder."

A combination of horror and excitement rippled through me as I realized that Cassandra had absolutely no intention of letting this evening end without thoroughly humiliating me.

I bowed my head and submissively said, "Yes Ms. Riley, I understand."

The air was suddenly filled with tension. Everyone at the table had their eyes focused on Cassandra and me.

"That's very good Pussyboy, I'm glad you understand. For a moment I thought you'd forgotten your place. You didn't forget your place did you Pussyboy?"

It was obvious that Cassandra had decided this was the moment to make certain that everyone knew exactly what my role was going to be for the rest of the evening.

I whispered, "No Ms Riley, I didn't"

"And what is your place Pussyboy?"

I swallowed hard and said, "I'm a slave Ms. Riley. I belong to you and Ms. Dalton."

Tony let out a low whistle. "Damn, I've heard about this stuff, but this is the first time I've ever seen it."

Cassandra smiled at Tony's comment and then she continued. "As our slave, what are you going to do when we get back to our apartment?"

"I'm going to wait on your guests Ms. Riley."

"Very good Pussyboy, that was the correct response."

Cassandra paused. After a moment she started to smile. It was a wicked smile. It both scared me and excited me. "Pussyboy, there is one other thing."

I nervously waited.

"This is going to be a sex party." She laughed. "Well maybe not for you, but it will be for the rest of us."

Everyone else at the table chuckled at Cassandra's joke. It appeared that they were all excited by the way Cassandra was treating me.”

"Don't you think it would be more fun if we all stripped down to our undies as soon as we get back to our apartment?"

Tony laughed. "I'm all for that. Watching three beautiful women walk around in nothing but their panties sounds like an excellent way to start a party."

Jennifer poked him. "And we get to see your big erections making huge tents in the front of your boxer shorts."

Cassandra ignored their comments and said, "Well Pussyboy, what do you think?" She stared at me.

Of course I knew exactly what she was doing. By getting all of us to strip down to our underwear she was forcing me to expose my satin panties and worse yet, my chastity cage. I also now understood that this was going to be inevitable so I quietly said, "Yes Ms. Riley, I think it's an excellent idea."

Cassandra smiled and stood up. "Very well, now that all of that has been settled, I think it's time for us to move this party to our apartment.” She looked at everyone we're on the sixteenth floor, across the hall from the elevator. The number is 1602."

She turned to Ronnie. "Baby, why don't I ride over with you. There's a guest parking lot in front of the building. You can park there."

As Ronnie stood up Cassandra leered at him and said, "Maybe on the ride over I can find a way to get you in the mood for our party."

Ronnie laughed. "Cassie honey that's an offer I'll never pass up, but I have to admit that I'm already in the mood."

She grabbed his hand. "Well come on tiger, lets see if I can make you roar."

Everyone else stood up.

Jennifer grabbed Tony's arm. "Come on baby I'll ride with you. Cassie's not the only one who knows how to make a guy roar."

Tony shook his head and said, "Damn this is turning into a very wild evening."

Emily put her arm around Ted's waist. "Baby, we both have cars here, so I'll have to meet you in the parking lot at The Bluffs, but if you walk me to my car, maybe I can do something to get you in the mood before you go to your car."

He laughed. "I'm all yours."

I sat in my chair and watched everyone leave. As soon as they were gone I stood up and walked out of the restaurant by myself. At that moment I was beginning to understand how it felt to really be a cuckold.