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Cassandra and Francis

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#241 Posted: 14 Aug 2009 18:08
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It appears Francis is about to see all of his wildest dreams and desires become reality. I can only hope that it lives up to his expectations - and with you writing, I feel certain it will!

Simply great GH, I love the way you bring people together so smoothly and naturally, and the characters you create are always so compassionate. Another seamless, intelligent, excellent story!

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#242 Posted: 17 Aug 2009 00:03
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The ying and the yang. Cassandra and Francis. Not very often love appears here, but here it is. And Francis please keep in mind that Cassy needs satisfaction that you are not capable of.... But Francis please keep in mind further that Cassy needs you badly and you need her.
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#243 Posted: 19 Aug 2009 16:02
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Thank you.

Come Cum Sissy

Thanks for the insight and thank you for taking a moment to comment. It is appreciated.



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#244 Posted: 19 Aug 2009 16:02 · Edited by: goodhusband
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I stepped out into the cool night air. It was just after 9:30 so the sun had gone down about an hour ago. I looked around hoping to see the girls and their dates, but it was very dark. For an upscale restaurant, the parking lot at Malone's had amazingly poor lighting.

Suddenly I heard a car engine start up. I looked in the direction of the noise. A red Corvette was backing out of a parking place. I could just make out the profiles of Cassandra and Ronnie in the front seat. I laughed to myself as I watched the flashy sports car pull out onto the street. Sex in the front seat of a Corvette couldn't be very much fun.

As I started walking across the dark parking lot I noticed that several of the cars were occupied by couples. They were all making out in the back seat. It dawned on me that the poor lighting was probably deliberate.

I glanced around the parking lot. My eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark and it was getting easier for me to see. I'm not a peeping tom, I wasn't intentionally trying to peek at the couples in their cars. In fact every time I happened to find myself near an occupied back seat, I purposely looked away.

I was just starting to wonder what happened to Jennifer and Emily when I saw Ted Jackson sitting in the front seat of a black Lincoln Navigator. His eyes were closed and there was a large smile on his face. I couldn't see my ex wife, but I had a strong suspicion about where she was. Suddenly Emily's head popped up and then I saw Ted hand her something. It must have been his handkerchief because she used it to dab at her mouth. I assumed she was wiping a stray dribble of Ted's semen off of her lips.

After she was finished Emily returned Ted's handkerchief, gave him a long passionate kiss, opened his car door and got out of his SUV. As soon as she stepped out she noticed me and waved. "Hi Francis, would you like to ride over with me?"

I was a little embarrassed that Emily had caught me peeking at her, but since she didn't seem to be too upset about it, I decided to make the best of the situation. I smiled at her. "Yes, that would be very nice."

She turned to Ted. "Baby I'll meet you in the parking lot of The Bluffs. Francis is going to ride with me."

Ted started up his Lincoln. As he was turning on his headlights Emily pointed to a Toyota Rav4 and said, "That's my car right over there."

Once we were both inside her car and had our seat belts fastened; Emily started the engine and put the small SUV in gear. As she was pulling out of her parking space she turned to me and asked, How long were you out there?"

I quietly said, "Long enough to know what you were doing." I shook my head. "I'm sorry Emily, I didn't mean to violate your privacy."

She smiled at me. "That's all right Francis, I don't mind." She laughed. "After all, that's not the first time you've seen me giving another guy a blow..." Suddenly she stopped herself. She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I'm sorry Francis, that just slipped out. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

I reached over and patted her thigh. "It's okay, I really am over that. My only regret now is that we ended up getting divorced because of it."

Emily took a moment to check the road for oncoming cars and then she pulled out of Malone's parking lot. "Francis, I wish that I'd been more honest with you, but..." Her words trailed off.

"But what?"

She shook her head. "I guess that's kind of a hollow thing to say, because I'm still being dishonest with John." She slowed her Toyota, turned into The Bluffs parking lot and pulled into the spot next to Ted's Lincoln. After she shifted the SUV into park she chuckled and said, "It's kind of hard to find a gentle way to tell your husband that you're a wanton slut who wants to have sex with every handsome man she meets."

I laughed. "That probably would be a bit unsettling for most husbands."

Ted got out of his Lincoln. As he was walking around the front of Emily's Rav4 I asked her, "Do you love John?"

Suddenly a metallic red Cadillac Escalade pulled into the space to the left of us. It was Jennifer and Tony. Tony stepped on the brakes and the big SUV came to a screeching halt.

As soon as they were stopped Jennifer opened her car door and hopped out. "Come on guys, let's go upstairs." She giggled. "It's party time."

Ted started to open Emily's car door.

She lowered her window. "Ted honey, why don't you go upstairs with Jen and Tony. I'll be right up. I want to talk to Francis alone for a minute." She smiled at her date. "He is my ex husband and this is the first time I've seen him in a very long time."

Ted stared at both of us and then he said; "When you get upstairs you're going to be with me again, right?"

Emily nodded. "Ted honey, tonight I am all yours."

He smiled. "Well hurry up and no fooling around down here in the parking lot."

Jennifer grabbed Ted around the waist. "Sweetie even if Francis wanted to fool around, he couldn't. His dick is locked in a plastic cage and the only key is upstairs in our apartment."

Both Tony and Ted stared at me. Neither of them knew what to say.

Emily laughed. "Honey she's not making that up. His dick really is locked in a plastic cage. You'll see it when he takes his pants off."

Tony shook his head. "Shit this is fucking amazing."

Jennifer grabbed both guys. "Come on let's leave them alone so they can talk." She giggled. "I'll let both of you play with my big titties while we ride up in the elevator."

Ted grinned. "Jen I'm all yours."

Jennifer winked at them. "But while you're playing with my titties, I get to play with both of your big dicks."

Tony shook his head and pretended to be very solemn. "Jen, you drive a hard bargain, but for the sake of team unity Ted an I will agree."

The three of them burst into laughter and then they linked arms and skipped into the lobby of The Bluffs giggling like a trio of ten year olds on their way to a birthday party.

After they were gone Emily looked at me. "Francis, you asked me if I love John."

I nodded. "I did, but you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

She smiled at me. "No, I do want to answer." She took a deep breath. "Yes, I love him; but I don't love him like I loved you. I'll never love anyone like I loved you."

I squeezed her hand. "Thank you, it's nice to hear you say that. I'll always be in love with you too."

For a moment we sat together quietly holding hands and then Emily said, "After we were divorced I was desperate to find another husband." She shook her head. "For some reason it's important for me to be with a man. I let John fuck me on our first date. I suppose I was auditioning him. After my experience with you I wanted to be certain that my second husband would be an outstanding lover. I guess I still held the naive belief that I could be faithful. John passed the test." She laughed. "In fact he passed with flying colors. He was very well endowed and he could fuck all night long. I actually remained faithful during our entire engagement and for almost a whole year after we were married."

"Why did you start seeing other men again?"

"John was so boring." Emily smiled at me. "Francis, you're a fantastic man. You love to cook exotic dinners and try new wines. You read books and enjoy discussing them. You love all kinds of music. When we talked, which was all the time, you used to listen to what I said, and you valued my opinion." She sighed. "When he's at home, John likes to drink beer and watch sports on television."

Emily closed her eyes and started to whisper. "And the sex changed. John always had an excuse; he was too tired or there was a good game on television. When we did make love, all he wanted was a blow job and a quick fuck and then he'd fall asleep.

Emily looked at me. "About ten months after we were married John got a promotion at work. It was a huge salary increase, but it meant he had to start traveling. Francis I was so lonely. I was lonely when John was at home, and I was even more lonely when he was away. I tried joining a great books club and for a while it worked." She shook her head. "But one night after a book club meeting one of the other women, her name was Evelyn, asked me if I'd like to join her for a drink. She took me to Malone's. Evelyn was married, but that didn't seem to matter to her. Ten minutes after we got to the bar she hooked up with a guy. It took me another ten minutes to gather my courage and then I hooked up with a guy. His name was Barry. He fucked me in the back seat of his Buick. It was wonderful. For the first time in months I felt alive."

She laughed. "Any effort on my part to try to remain faithful to John ended that night. When he came home from his business trip I couldn't wait for him to leave again. I was hooked. I loved Malone's and I wanted to go back their every night." She sighed. "And I did go back. I went back the very next night that John was out of town and I've been going back there ever since."

"Why do you stay with John?"

She shrugged "That's kind of hard to explain. Actually, I'm not sure I really understand. Francis, I love sleeping with lots of different guys, but it's also very important for me to be with a man. I guess John is that man. In an odd sort of way, our marriage is kind of working right now. When he's home on the weekends, we enjoy each other. Now that I'm having wonderful sex with lots of different guys I'm not as angry with him as I used to be.”

Emily stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Francis, Part of me wants to leave John and try to win you back, but I don't think that would be a good thing. At least not right now.”

She smiled at me. “I'm going to stay with John and I think you should stay with Cassie and Jen. I think the three of you need each other right now.” She shook her head. “And I know that this doesn't make any sense, but I made a commitment to my husband and in my own strange way, I'm going to try to honor that commitment."

Emily leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Francis, I think it's time for us to go upstairs and join the others.”

I nodded. “Yes, I'm sure they're starting to wonder what happened to us.”

“Knowing Cassie and Jen, they're all probably naked and in the middle of wild orgy.”

We both started laughing. I opened my car door. “I think we'd better get up there so you can join them.”

We walked hand in hand into the lobby of The Bluffs. While we were waiting for the elevator Emily turned to me. “Francis doesn't it bother you that you won't be allowed to participate.”

I thought about this for a moment and then I smiled at my ex wife. “Of course it will, but as Cassandra told you, I'm a submissive, masochistic cuckold. It will also give me a thrill.”

Emily shook her head. “Francis you're just as messed up as I am.

I grinned at Emily. “Isn't it wonderful.”


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#245 Posted: 20 Aug 2009 03:36
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"Messed up" is a wonderful thing to be if you can find like-minded people. Vanilla is as messed-up as anything else, it's just much more frequent...

Good work, GH. I guess you're the Polyanna of the cuckold lifestyle, which makes your stories so wonderful to read. There's so much love in them, and the love is as exciting as the cuckold humiliation. Please go on. Your story makes me smile at so many different levels... and like everybody else in these times of economic crisis, I can certainly use more smiles and optimism.

I'm in love with Cassie and Jen already, and you're making me like Emily too. Isn't it funny? I read your stories, and I don't just feel that I'd like to be Francis, I feel as if I were him already.

Thanks, man!


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#246 Posted: 20 Aug 2009 03:57
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Also, in your depiction of orgy-happy women, you remind me of American Science-Fiction writer Robert Heinlein -- have you ever read To Sail Beyond the Sunset, Time Enough For Love and I Will Fear No Evil? Women like Maureen Johnson and Eunice Branca were the stuff of my early pre-adolescent dreams... I wished so much they existed, so that I could give them a hug and all my admiration! Reading, in I Will Fear No Evil, how one character -- Johann Sebastian Bach Smith -- talked about 'many husbands being proud of their wives' little adulteries' and 'bearing one's horns with pride' was my first (official) exposure to the cuckold idea, and boy did I find it exciting...


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#247 Posted: 20 Aug 2009 20:51
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Thank you, as I have said before, I firmly believe that love has to be part of a true cuckold relationship. Like everyone else I occasionally enjoy reading a hard nosed cuck story, but they are depressing to write ( I've tried) and I don't actually think they're very realistic. No one in their right mind wants to be treated like a prisoner in a concentration camp.

I'm not sure that I set out to be the Pollyanna of porn, but if the shoe fits... Well, I've certainly been called worse things in my life. I hope that this next segment is not very Pollyanna like.

The only Robert Heinlein that I have ever read is "Stanger in a Strange Land" and I loved it. I'm not familiar with the other stories, but you have piqued my curiosity.

Thanks for the kind comment.



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#248 Posted: 20 Aug 2009 20:52 · Edited by: goodhusband
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When Emily and I got to my apartment we opened the door and took one look around the living room. As soon as we saw what was happening we both started laughing. Ronnie was sitting on the love seat wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. Cassandra was on her knees in front of him. She was dressed in only her garter belt, nylon stockings and thong panties. Ronnie's erect cock was sticking out of the front of his boxers, but you really couldn't see it because it was in Cassandra's mouth. She was giving him a blow job.

Jennifer was sitting on the couch between Ted and Tony. Like Cassandra, she was wearing nothing but her garter belt, nylons and panties. Ted and Tony had both stripped down to their boxer shorts. Their erect cocks were obscenely protruding from the front of their underwear. Jennifer was slowly stroking both of them while they watched Cassandra suck Ronnie's erection.

Jennifer must have heard us come in because she turned. As soon as she saw Emily she waved and said, "Hey Em take your dress off and lay it on the dining room table and then come on over here and sit on the couch with us.” She squeezed Ted's erect penis. “I have a spare cock in this hand and it seems to be fully awake and ready for action."

Emily smiled at me and whispered, "See you later baby doll." She turned, walked over to the dining room table, unbuttoned her dress, stepped out of it and carefully laid it across the dining room table. She wasn't wearing a bra.

As my ex wife walked over and sat down on the couch next to Ted, I couldn't help staring at her. I'd nearly forgotten about Emily's beautiful breasts. They weren't huge, but they were perfectly shaped and when she was excited her large thick nipples stood rigidly at attention. It almost seemed as if they were calling to her lover; Hey, look at us, we're ready to play.

Emily sat down next to Ted. When I saw him put his arm around her shoulder and cup one of those gorgeous breasts I was reminded that her pert nipples weren't calling to me, they were calling to him.

My ex wife whispered something into her lover's ear. He smiled at her and then he leaned over, kissed her on the lips and started rolling those beautiful nipples between his finger tips. Emily returned his kiss. At the same time she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his erect penis. A wave of despair rolled through my body as I watched these two lovers fondle and caress each other. It was suddenly very clear to me that those beautiful nipples that I once cherished so dearly would now always be reserved for other men.

"Pussyboy, it's time for you to quit gawking at your ex wife and get to work."

It was Cassandra. She was glaring at me. "Our guests have yet to be offered beverages and snacks and yet you're standing there like a complete dolt, day dreaming about who knows what?"

Jennifer laughed. "He's probably imagining that he's a stud like Ronnie, Tony or Ted."

Cassandra shook her head. "Well he's not a stud, he's a slave and if he doesn't want to find out how we deal with lazy indolent slaves he'd better get his clothes off and start taking some drink orders pronto."

Ronnie laughed. "Cassie, you weren't kidding. Francis really is your slave."

Cassandra kissed the head of Ronnie's cock and smiled up at him. "Damn right he is." Then she turned back to me. When she saw that I hadn't moved she frowned. "Pansy I thought I told you to strip. I'm going to start counting, If you are still wearing anything but your panties when I get to ten, I'm going to make you fetch Ronnie's leather belt from the dining room table and then I'm give you a spanking that you will never forget."

"What the fuck!" It was Tony. He was shaking his head in disbelief.

Jennifer put her fingers to her lips. "Shhh, this is just part of the game we play. I told you that this was going to happen."

"Yeah I know, but a spanking?"

"Cassie is just trying to humiliate him."

"And he likes that?"

"Yes baby, he really does.'

"Fuckin A, that's amazing."

Cassandra ignored Tony and Jennifer and quietly said, "One."

Ted and Emily were both watching me. I was already humiliated, but I knew that I wasn't nearly as embarrassed as I was going to be when I lowered my trousers and exposed my panties and chastity cage.


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#249 Posted: 21 Aug 2009 05:42
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GH, I didn't mean "Polyanna" in an offensive way... I actually liked Polyanna very much. It's just that your style is very upbeat, which makes me feel better and closer to humanity :-)... But if the comment sounded offensive to you I take it back. Maybe "sex-positive" is more adequate ;-)

If you get a chance to read Heinlein, you'll probably enjoy it. Of course, he has a lot of other stuff going on besides sex (all of which is interesting), but his depiction of strong, sexy and less-than-faithful female characters is very attractive. I'd recommend I Will Fear No Evil, with To Sail Beyond the Sunset ('Memoirs of a Somewhat Irregular Lady') a very close second. (These stories introduce the Howard families, a group of people who was encouraged to interbreed for longevity, and ultimately immortality...)


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#250 Posted: 21 Aug 2009 08:48
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Wonderful again GH Emily is a nice suprise and interesting, I'm looking forward to the development of her.....Cassandra about to punish her little bitch slave after catching him daydreaming of his ex, mmmmmm, could there be a bit of jealousy developing there, a slight reverse cuckold albeit a mental one so many delicious plots and counter plots GH your writing really is incredible, my thanks once again for your time.

Mel x


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#251 Posted: 21 Aug 2009 16:34
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Just caught up GH. Wonderful. This really is a superb creation.


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#252 Posted: 22 Aug 2009 15:23
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GH, thank you for the wonderful story. My "real" life situation is similar. My cuckoldress wife has me host parties from time to time. Two or three couples plus my wife's lover come over to our home. I am always nude except for a chastity device. I serve drinks and food as they all chat and get "friendly". It doesn't take very long and folks begin moving in to my wife's bedroom. The girls are all bi and the guys get these great erections (all are very well endowed).

What's interesting to me is how natural it all becomes. The girls have never expressed the least bit of interest in my tiny penis. Yet they will become aroused over the hard cocked males. Everyone simply accepts me as a "eunuch" servant. The chastity device (and piercings) simply eliminate my participation. I feel great arousal and yet complete humiliation at these parties. After several hours, every guy has been sucked or has fucked every girl. The entire time, I am never invited on to the bed.

I do not know how your story will turn out. But, I am looking forward to your perspective. Some men arouse women and get their pleasurable rewards while other males simply cannot inspire a woman to be interested in sex. At a party, selections for sex are made. I accept my role and get very aroused from the humiliation. I jack off later so I can feel like I had sex too.



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#253 Posted: 25 Aug 2009 16:57 · Edited by: goodhusband
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Don't worry, I wasn't offended; I was just amused. Thanks for your comments and insights and please keep making them.


Cassandra is going to definitely punish her "little bitch" but I'm not quite sure when it is going to occur. We'll have to see how the relationship between Cassie, Jen and Emily plays out.

Thank you for your ongoing comments.


Thanks, I'm finding that its a fun story to write, but any story of this length gets arduous at times. At times it wears me down.


You just described a wonderful little scenario. Thank you for sharing it with us. You should consider expanding it into a story. I would love to read it.

Lisa and I have talked at great length about what makes a stud a stud. At this site there is the commonly held belief that it has to do with penis size, but both Lisa and I think that has little to do with it. In fact to most women a huge penis can be quite uncomfortable.

We believe that it has much more to do with attitude. I think most everyone is familiar with the bad boy syndrom. Many women seem to be sexually attracted to bad boys. Sadly, bad boys make very poor husbands. It may be that in our life style, the cuckold/hot wife life style, our wives get the best of both worlds. They get to have hot sex with rogue bad boys and still have a stable home life with their submissive cuckold husbands.

All of you, I thank you again for taking a moment to comment on my story. I really do appreciate it.


I'm sorry this next post has taken so long. I found it very difficult to write.


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#254 Posted: 25 Aug 2009 17:08 · Edited by: goodhusband
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Cassandra stared at me while she slowly stroked Ronnie's cock. After a moment a little smile formed at the corners of her mouth and she quietly said, "Two!" Even though she'd only whispered the number, I was certain that I could still detect a malevolent edge in the tone of her voice. It sent a chill of fear rippling up my spine.

I stood perfectly still. I couldn't move. The incredible scene that was unfolding in the room was completely overwhelming me. I was being torn apart by a myriad of contradictory emotions. One part of me, Dr. Townsend the proper University Professor, was ashamed, humiliated, afraid and very very nervous. That part of me wanted to bolt from the room and hide in my den. But there was another part of me, Francis the submissive masochist. That part of me realized that this was the opportunity to live out a secret fantasy that I'd been harboring since I was a teenager. Francis the masochist was urging me to drop to my knees, crawl over to Cassandra and obediently kiss her feet.

I stood there studying the expression on Cassandra's face. Suddenly I realized that she was actually hoping I would disobey her. Cassandra wanted to spank me in front of these other men. My entire body started to tingle with excitement.

Cassandra leaned over, put Ronnie's cock back in her mouth and sucked him for a moment and then she sat up, looked at me with a malicious smile and said, "Three!"

Suddenly the debate that was raging inside of me ended. Francis the masochist won. I took a deep breath and confidently smiled back at Cassandra.

My reaction surprised her. I think she expected me to passively stare at the floor. She cocked her head and frowned. My new confidence seemed to confuse her. She stared at me. Everyone in the room was watching us in rapt silence. Suddenly the smile returned to Cassandra's face. She figured out the significance of my confident attitude. She realized that I was telling her that this was indeed a game I wanted to play and even though all these other people were watching, I was still willing to do anything she ordered me to do, anything at all.

Cassandra sighed. It was the kind of sigh a chess player might make when she first realizes that she's mastered her opponent. She looked at me for a moment and then she chuckled and put Ronnie's huge erection back in her mouth. The attention of everyone in the room was focused on Cassandra. We all silently watched while she closed her eyes and lovingly nursed on her boyfriend's erect penis.

I smiled to myself. Cassandra wasn't doing this for my benefit. For that matter she wasn't doing it for the benefit of anyone else in the room either, not even Ronnie. Cassandra was taking a moment to enjoy her lover's cock and she was doing it for her own pleasure and no one else's. This was Cassandra's personal celebration of her victory over me.

After a moment Cassandra took Ronnie's cock out of her mouth, but she kept stroking it with both of her hands. She looked up at her lover and said, "Would you like to see me spank him?"

Ronnie shook his head. "I don't believe he'll let you do it."

Cassandra grinned at him. "He's my slave. He'll do anything I tell him to do."

Ronnie laughed. "What are you talking about, you can't even get him to take his clothes off."

Cassandra stared at her lover. "Really? Well let's just see about that." She turned to me. There was fire in her eyes. "Francis, enough fooling around. Get your clothes off and do it now!"

It was almost like Ronnie had walked into a trap that Cassandra and I had planned. I immediately said, "Yes, Ms. Riley; right away."

I forgot all about my fear of the embarrassment I would have to endure when I exposed my panties and chastity cage. In fact I was now excited about the delicious pain I was going to feel as I was forced to humiliate and abase myself in front of these people. I quickly kicked off my shoes and pulled my knit golf shirt over my head.

Cassandra smiled as I tossed my shirt towards the dining room. "That's much better pussyboy. Now take off your pants so everyone can see your sexy lingerie."

Tony chuckled. "His lingerie?"

Jennifer grinned. "Oh yes, our little pussyboy always wears lingerie. We think it helps him remember his proper place in our lives." She kissed her dates cheek. "You wouldn't want him to start thinking he was a man who could compete with you for our sexual favors would you?"

Ted laughed. "You guys are too much."

Cassandra snapped her fingers. "Francis, your trousers." She understood just how humiliating it was going to be for me when I exposed my panty hose, panties and chastity cage. She wasn't going to let me dawdle and she certainly wasn't going to let me get cold feet. She wanted to prove to Ronnie that she really did have total mastery over me.

I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and took a deep breath. As I lowered my trousers I heard Tony behind me. "Holy shit! He's wearing panty hose."

Ronnie laughed. "And he's wearing pink panties under his panty hose."

Cassandra got up on the sofa and cuddled up to her date. "Jen and I think pink is a very nice color for him."

I took my trousers off and folded them so they wouldn't get wrinkled and then I took them into the dining room and laid them on the table.

As soon as I returned to the living room Cassandra said, "Francis take off your panty hose. Everyone wants to see those cute pink panties you're wearing."

I glanced at Emily. She was slowly stroking Ted's erect penis while she watched me. There was a slight smile on her face. I knew my ex wife well enough to recognize that particular smile and I fully understood exactly what it meant. Emily was enjoying this.

That gave me confidence. I grabbed the waist band of my panty hose and carefully pulled them down.

Tony chuckled. "Damn his panties have white lace on them."

Suddenly Ronnie exclaimed, "What the fuck is that?"

Cassandra calmly said, "That's his chastity cage. It keeps him from getting a full erection."

I pulled my panty hose off of my feet and tossed them towards the dining room. After that I stood in the middle of the living room wearing nothing but my pink lace crotchless panties and my chastity cage. Everyone was staring at me. It was horribly humiliating, but I obediently waited for Cassandra's next command.

"Francis, turn around slowly so that everyone can see your cute outfit."

As I turned Ronnie said, "Damn Cassie, you really can make him do anything you want."

There was a note of satisfaction in Cassandra's voice as she answered. "Yes Ronnie, I really can."

"What the hell?" It was Tony. I had just turned enough so that he could see my chastity cage."

Jennifer quietly said, "That's what Cassandra was talking about. That's his chastity cage."

Tony shook his head. "But why would he ever let you put that on him?"

"Baby, that's the difference between you and Francis. You would never let us put one of those on you." She giggled. "That's one of the reasons that you're going to get laid tonight and Francis isn't."

Cassandra laughed. "Jen honey, I'm not sure they make a chastity cage big enough for Tony's cock."

Jennifer winked at her friend. "And that's another reason that Tony's going to get laid tonight and Francis isn't."

Everyone in the room started laughing. My face turned a deep shade of red.


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#255 Posted: 25 Aug 2009 22:59
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GH, I think it's just that I enjoy seeing such likeable characters as the ones you portray. My 'dark side' tells me they aren't real (where on earth could you find people so apparently unafraid of trusting others as Jen, Cass and Francis?), but my 'light side' tells me that maybe this is what most people are like inside, if we could see beyond the defensive masks they learned to wear in order to deal with their own life problems.

It's fun to read about your nice people, GH. They're chicken soup for the cuckold soul :-). I hope I can be half as nice as a person as some of your characters are (I especially like Steve).


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#256 Posted: 25 Aug 2009 23:10
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Thanks and I agree. Stevie is also my favorite, but for pure nice I think Julie's husband Ricky also gets a vote. (Of course so does Julie. She and Jennifer might be the two sweetest characters I have ever created.



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#257 Posted: 26 Aug 2009 13:00
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I have to agree with everyone else, GH, what a great bunch of characters you've created for this story. Great reading, thank you.

cuck rob


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#258 Posted: 26 Aug 2009 16:07
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amazing story cant wait for more.


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#259 Posted: 26 Aug 2009 19:21
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More beautiful writing GH keep it up

Mel x


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#260 Posted: 27 Aug 2009 16:22
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I've been following Francis and Cassandra since you started it, and I have to agree with the other commenters, this is great. Thanks for sharing this with all of us.

Good and bi


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#261 Posted: 29 Aug 2009 00:07
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Trf2, cuck rob, Mel and GnB

Thank you for the kind words and encouragement.



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#262 Posted: 29 Aug 2009 00:08
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"Hey Pussyboy"

It was Ronnie. I nervously turned to face him. He was smiling at me. It wasn't a friendly smile. I started to get scared. I quickly pulled myself together. I realized that I had to trust Cassandra. My best option was to continue playing my role in this game no matter what happened. In my most submissive voice I said, "Yes sir."

He grinned when he heard me call him sir. I noticed that Cassandra was watching this interchange very carefully.

"Hey Pussyboy, What do you think about what Jen just said?"

I wasn't sure what he meant. I very politely said, "I don't understand sir."

"You know, when she said that Tony was going to get laid tonight but you're not. What do think about that Pussyboy? Everyone in this room is about to have hot sex." He laughed. "Except for you. Your little dick is locked up in that cage and I don't think these women are going to let it out. You're not going to be getting any pussy tonight at all, are you Pussyboy?"

Cassandra chuckled. "Oh no, our little Pansy is going to be getting lots of pussy tonight; only he's not going to be fucking it, he's going to be licking it. That's what he does. He's our little pussy licker. That's why we call him Pussyboy."

As she said this, Cassandra gently squeezed Ronnie's erect penis. She was subtly encouraging him to taunt me.

Ronnie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was obviously enjoying Cassandra's gentle touch. He took a moment to enjoy the sensation of pleasure that he was feeling and then he opened his eyes again and stared at me. "Is that true Pussyboy? Would you rather lick a woman than fuck her?"

Exposing my panties and chastity cage to these men had been a thoroughly humiliating experience for me, but now Ronnie's aggressive manner was adding to my discomfort. He was making me flustered and nervous.

I started to panic. I was getting ready to bolt from the room when I glanced at Cassandra. She saw my plight and gave me a quick wink. That was all I needed. With that little wink Cassandra reminded me that she loved me and she was just using Ronnie to push the limits of our game.

My confidence rebounded. I remembered that we were in fact only playing a game and it was a game that I had specifically asked to play. Ronnie was turning out to be a bit of a bully, but I realized that trait actually made him a better game player for us. I decided that I needed to let go and for the rest of the evening allow myself to become Pansy, Cassandra and Jennifer's submissive cuckold slave.

Cassandra was studying me. I think she was trying to gauge my reaction to what was happening. I looked at her. Our eyes made contact. I smiled and gave her a slight nod.

She picked up the meaning of the gesture immediately and smiled back at me. There was a look of relief in her eyes. I think she was worried that the situation was becoming to stressful for me.

Cassandra waited for a moment and then she started playing the game again. "Pussyboy, Mr. Snyder asked you a question. It's impolite to make him wait for an answer."

I nodded. "I'm sorry Ms Riley. I didn't mean to be rude." I looked at Ronnie. "Sir I do enjoy giving oral pleasure to a woman."

He looked at me. There was a smirk on his face. "So you would rather eat pussy than fuck."

Everyone was watching us. I wasn't sure how to answer. "I ah...."

Cassandra intervened. "You'd like to be allowed to fuck a woman wouldn't you Pansy?”

"Yes Ms. Riley, I would."

"Why aren't you allowed to fuck women?"

I suddenly realized that Cassandra was making this easy for me. This was actually the dialogue from one of the stories we'd read together on our favorite cuckold web site. I was beginning to suspect that she had somehow subtly prompted Ronnie to ask his initial questions.

Believe me, it is much easier to endure mortifying humiliation when you know you're play acting and reciting dialogue.

I slipped into my most submissive demeanor and quietly said, "I'm not very good at it Ms. Riley."

Behind me I heard Tony say, "Damn, why is he putting up with this?"

Jennifer quietly said, "Don't worry sweetie, he's enjoying it."

"No shit? Man, that's weird."

"Baby what do you think your wife is doing right now?"

Several seconds of silence passed. Finally Tony said, "I don't know, probably watching television. Why are you asking?"

"Does she know what you're doing right now?"

"Of course not." He was about to say something else and then he stopped.

Jennifer gently whispered. "I think all of us should be very careful about judging other people."

There was another moment of silence and then Tony looked at me and said, "Francis I'm..."

Cassandra interrupted him. "Tony, it's okay. He understands. I think he probably understands better than anyone in this room. If you want to be nice to him, give Jennifer your best effort tonight. That will make him very happy."

I turned to Tony and nodded my head in agreement.

He chuckled. "Shit I can do that. I'd love to do that." He clapped his hands together and said, "Francis buddy, I'm your guy."

Everyone including me started laughing.

Cassandra took a second to let all of us enjoy the moment and then she focused her attention back on me. "Pussyboy, why aren't you good at fucking?"

Ronnie shook his head. "Damn Cassie, you aren't going to cut him any slack, are you? Shit, remind me to never get on your bad side."

Cassandra leaned over and put her lover's erect cock in her mouth. After she sucked him for a moment she sat up and kissed his cheek. "Baby you'll never be on my bad side and Francis won't either. I just express my love for him in a different way."

She squeezed Ronnie's cock. "Now relax and enjoy our game. If you feel like you understand the rules and you decide that you'd like to play, we invite you to join in. In either case, I promise you that you're going to be the recipient of some very sweet sex tonight. My little game with Francis just happens to get me very excited and," Cassandra winked at Ronnie. "Guess who's going to benefit from that."

Ronnie laughed. "Cassie my dear, you have me convinced. I'm just going to sit back and go with the flow."

He looked at me. "As my good friend Tony over there just said so eloquently, Francis my buddy, I'm your guy." He laughed. "Maybe I should say, Pussyboy, I'm your guy."

"We also call him Pansy. You can use that name too." It was Jennifer. She had a huge grin on her face.

Ronnie nodded to Jennifer. There was a very endearing smile on his face. As I watched him I began to understand why Cassandra was so attracted to him. Ronnie was like a good French bagette. He had a tough crust, but a very soft and tender center.

Cassandra squeezed Ronnie's cock. As soon as she was certain she had his attention she said, "Now may I continue?"

He laughed. "Cassie honey, as long as you keep squeezing my dick like that you can do anything you want."

"Well at least I now know what it takes to get your attention." Cassandra looked at me, but she kept playing with Ronnie's erect penis. "Pussyboy, I asked you a question and I'm still waiting for my answer. Why aren't you very good a fucking?"

Clearly Cassandra was not going to let me off the hook. I took a deep breath and said, "I have a tendency to cum very quickly and my penis is kind of small."

Behind me I heard Emily say, "Boy that's the understatement of the year."

Everyone turned and looked at her. Emily suddenly realized what she'd just said and started blushing. She sheepishly looked at me. "Francis, I'm sorry, that just sort of slipped out."

"Yeah, but it was important information. Which one was the understatement?" It was Ronnie. He was smiling."

Emily stared at him. She seemed kind of confused.

He shrugged. "Hey we've got to know so we can come up with the appropriate nicknames. I mean, should we call him minute man or tiny dick."

Emily giggled. "I think both of them would be appropriate." She paused for a moment and then she grinned at everyone. "But I think minute man might be giving him a little too much credit, second man might be more accurate." Suddenly she put her hand over her mouth and said. "Oops! I think I just did it again. Sorry Francis"

I smiled at her. "That's okay Ms. Palmer. I think your comments are well within the spirit of the occasion."

Jennifer sighed. "This really isn't working out the way it did in all those stories we read the other day. I think were supposed to try to be a whole lot meaner to Francis."

Tony shook his head. "I don't know, I'm having a pretty good time right now and from the smile on Francis's face I'm guessing he is too." He turned to Jennifer. "But I want to hear more about those stories. Can we read a couple right now? It might help us get better at playing this game."

Cassandra started laughing. "Tony! you're sitting next to a beautiful woman who is dying to give you the fucking of your life and you want to read dirty stories on the Internet?"

Tony face turned bright red. "Oh yeah, maybe that's not such a good idea." He shrugged. "Sorry, I guess I got confused."

Ronnie leaned forward. "Tony I think it might have been a very good idea." He looked at everyone. "Not for tonight, it's getting too late; but it might be a fun way to start another evening. Francis, Cassie tells me that you're an excellent cook. Would you consider making dinner for us one night next week?" He laughed. "I know this is kind of forward. I guess I'm inviting myself to dinner. I'll bring some liquor and if you'd like, I'll get some steaks or whatever you want. I just think it would be fun to get together again and I really would love to read some of the stories Jen is talking about."

I smiled. "Mr. Snyder, I think you have an excellent idea, but I'm sure you've noticed that I really don't have a vote. I'll have to defer to Ms. Riley and Ms. Dalton."

Cassandra looked at me. "Francis, would you be willing to prepare dinner for seven people? That's a lot of work and you have to teach afternoon classes."

"It wouldn't have to be a lot of work. A dinner of spaghetti, Caesar salad and garlic bread would be easy to put together."

"I love spaghetti." It was Tony. There was a huge grin on his face.

Jennifer poked him. "Hush now, give Francis and Cassie a chance to work this out."

Cassandra turned to Jennifer. "Jen what do you think?"

Jennifer squeezed Tony's erect penis. "I think my stud here just cast our vote. but what about Ted and Emily?"

We all looked at Emily. She smiled. "It would have to be a Tuesday or a Wednesday so that I can be sure John will be out of town, but I think it sounds like a wonderful idea. Ted can you make it?"

He laughed. "If it's a Tuesday or a Wednesday, there's nothing that could keep me from being here. You guys might be a little kinky, but you sure do know how to have fun."

Jennifer started to giggle. Everyone turned and looked at her.

Cassandra asked; "Okay Jen, what's so funny?"

She smiled. "We just became the seven perverts."

Cassandra, Jennifer, Emily and I all burst out laughing.

Ronnie stared at us with a confused expression. "I don't get it."

Cassandra kissed his cheek. "Baby last night Francis suggested that he, Jen and I were the Three Musketeers. Jen suggested that the three perverts might be a more appropriate name. Earlier tonight at dinner we decided that Emily made us the four perverts. Now with the addition of the three of you we have become the seven perverts."

Ronnie grinned. “The seven perverts, I like that. My wife wanted me to join a book club, but belonging to a group called the seven perverts sounds like it would be a whole lot more fun. He looked at me. "Francis, I continue to be very forward, but I think this deserves a toast."

I laughed. "Mr. Snyder, I like your suggestion and I just happen to have a very nice bottle of champagne in my refrigerator."

Ronnie stood up. "Francis my friend, may I assist you in the kitchen?"

Cassandra shook her head. "Ronnie, he's my slave. You don't have to help him."

Ronnie nodded. "Cassie, I know that and when we're finished with our toast I promise that I will torment Francis with iron-fisted fury, but right now we're seven people who seem to be forging a new friendship and I'd like to give my buddy a hand."

Cassandra smiled. "Very well, but hurry back; your big cock has become my favorite toy and I already miss playing with it."

Ronnie looked down. His erect penis was jutting obscenely from the slit in the front of his boxer shorts. He laughed. "Well you've certainly done an excellent job of getting it excited, but I guess I'd better put it away while Francis and I our getting the champagne."

Ronnie pulled the waist band of his underwear out and reached down and tried to readjust his rigid cock. When he was done his penis was back inside his shorts, but it didn't actually help much. His huge pole was still making an indecent tent in the front of the thin cotton underwear.

Cassandra laughed. "Face it Ronnie, that monster of yours is totally out of control." She winked at him. "But as soon as you get back I promise I'll try to tame it for you."

Ronnie grabbed my arm. "Come on Francis, you just heard that. We have to hurry."


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#263 Posted: 29 Aug 2009 09:27
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GH, so real again is your writing, the exchanged looks between Francis and Casandra, your build up between all the characters as to what is and is not acceptable to them all, this could so easily of fell into pure fantasy but your attention to detail keeps it real and believable which is so important, you are a very talanted, clever writer who clearly knows his subject....thank you GH thank you so much for your time and effort!

Mel x


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#264 Posted: 29 Aug 2009 13:25
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What Mel said. Perfect.

Thanks GH.



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#265 Posted: 29 Aug 2009 17:03
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Excellent. When Jen warned her friend, Tony, not to judge or label Francis, it was a very intimate, loving, caring, trusting, protective moment between the cuck and his cuckoldress. Beautifully done, GH.


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#266 Posted: 29 Aug 2009 22:09
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GH, I can do nothing other than agree with everybody else. You clearly put a lot of time and effort to produce these stories; and you clearly put a lot of love in them. Thanks, man. Thanks a lot. I wished I could at least buy you a beer! :-)


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#267 Posted: 30 Aug 2009 02:04
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GH, I think I am coming to regard you as the Norman Rockwell of your art world. Like him you are idealistic in your work but no one ever (worth listening to) criticised him for it. Like him your work is well crafted. He also had a dark side which he showed very occasionally.

Its a pity that even today, the subject is still too taboo to be mainstream. It seems strange to me how some sexual preferences are today ok to be talked about and admitted to, yet this remains beyond the line drawn in the slowly shifting sands of public acceptability.

No general recognition then, just us, your disparate fans. I hope it stays enough for some time to come.


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#268 Posted: 30 Aug 2009 02:44
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I agree with peakmb above. GH, if the subject of cuckold relationships could become really mainstream, I'm sure you could publish your stories as books and enjoy a wide readership. It's a pity that this isn't the case.


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#269 Posted: 30 Aug 2009 07:03
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I can only echo the other comments posted above! This is turning out to be another epic story, and it's killing me that I can get back only so rarely to catch up - I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas morning.
I can easily see why parts of this have been difficult for you to write GH, but when you have gotten it sorted out and put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) you have captured the feelings so damn well! The fear, nervous anticipation, humiliation, angst, love, tenderness - it's all just so incredibly real! Thanks so much GH, really!


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#270 Posted: 31 Aug 2009 20:57 · Edited by: goodhusband 
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Mel, Trf2, alamodom, asehpe, peak and stormy

Thank you, those are very kind words. As always your opinions mean a great deal to me.

I appreciate your comments.

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