Awakening

Once again proof that you can't please all the people all the time GH. Please don't change a thing, I love your stories (especially this one) just the way they are, it's all in the details. Geez, what is with these people? No wonder you get so frustrated. If some of the people reading your stories have ADD, let them go purchase some Reader's Digest books maybe that's more their speed.

Thanks for this wonderful story.

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I did read your post before you eliminated it and replaced it with the zzz"s so I'm going to respond to your original comments.

I am the first to admit that I have flaws as a writer. I'm an amateur. I write for fun. I don't expect everyone to enjoy my stories, in fact I'm amazed by the number of people who do seem to enjoy my stories.

At times I do worry that my stories are too wordy. While I try hard to guard against that I realize that it is one of my writing flaws. That said, the most enjoyable part of writing for me isn't the sex scenes or even the story line. It's creating characters that I enjoy. Sometimes when I'm doing that I get away from the narrative.

I started writing because I couldn't find many cuckold stories that appealed to me, so I decided to create my own. Sharing them made it even more fun. While I'm getting older and running out of writing energy I still enjoy writing. As long as a few people seem to enjoy my stories I will continue to share them. If you don't care for my stories that's perfectly all right. I understand, but understand this. My stories please me. That's all that matters to me. If you don't care for them there are a number of talented writers creating excellent cuckold stories. I'm sure that you won't have any difficulty locating stories that you find more appealing. Good luck in your search.

GH

As soon as Jeanne hung up Amy turned to me and asked; "Are you enjoying this Michael?"

Slowly shaking my head, I said; "I have to admit that I really am."

"Good, you should be. It's just fun and nothing else."

"I'm starting to understand that."

The telephone rang.

Mel picked it up, switched on the speaker and set it back on the coffee table.

Jeanne said, "I'm back. Can everyone hear me?"

I said, "Hi Jeanne, yes all three of us can hear you."

Mel and Amy both said; "Hi Jeanne, we're still here."

Amy asked, "Are you dressed more appropriately now?"

"Yes, I took off my slacks and panties and laid a towel on the couch. I also turned up the heat and I have my vibrator with me."

Mel giggled; "Oh honey, you are ready. A vibrator is every girl's good friend."

"I love to use mine after I get home from a visit to Brady's saloon."

Amy nodded. "I understand. After enjoying a nice cock you can go home and have a private session with a reliable and undemanding old friend."

"Michael, I'd rather come home and play with you; but since you're gone the vibrator is all I have."

"I'd like that too Jeanne."

"Would you really?"

"Yes."

"It would be so exciting to suck a guy's cock behind Brady's and then come home to you. I'd suck your cock and then you could eat my pussy and fuck me."

"While I'd enjoy that, I think it might be even more fun for me if I could go to Brady's with you. Well maybe not with you; but I could be there at the same time and watch you like David did the other night."

"We talked about that in San Francisco. I'd love it too. Michael, please come home. We can have so much fun together.

"I wish I could; but I can't, not yet. I'm still having bouts of jealousy and insecurity."

Jeanne said; "Like what happened this morning."

"Yes, before I can come home I have to be completely reconciled to your new life. If I'm not it will slowly tear me apart. I have to rebuild my confidence in the strength of our relationship. In order to make that happen we have to talk. We have to be open with each other. That means you have to keep telling me about your parties with other men."

"But you do enjoy hearing about them, don't you?"

"Yes, very much. That might be what scares me the most. It doesn't seem right. A man shouldn't enjoy hearing about other men fucking his wife."

Next to me Amy said; "Forget about that fear. It's the result of years of conditioning. As long as you're both enjoying it there isn't anything wrong with your new life. Jeanne, I think it's time for a little more desensitizing. Tell us about the rest of your afternoon with Trent."

"Okay." Jeanne paused to take a breath and then she said, "I was on my knees in front of Trent. He took his cock out of his open pants. He was hard, really hard. Michael, a stiff cock is so exciting; especially when it's right in front of your face."

Next to me, Mel said; "That is so true."

Amy and I laughed.

"As soon as it was free I wrapped my fingers around it and kissed it." Jeanne giggled. "I guess kissing it isn't quite accurate. I actually made out with it. I do that at Brady's too. When I'm giving a guy a blow job in his car I love to close my eyes and make out with his cock. I kiss it and lick it and rub it against my lips and cheeks. I'm sorry Michael, but I really have developed a passion for cocks."

Amy said, "We understand Jeanne. Mel and I share that same passion."

Still holding my erection, Mel said; "We do. Both Amy and I are madly in love with cocks."

Jeanne said; "But you're lesbians."

Amy said, "No Jeanne, we're bisexual."

Mel giggled. "That's right, we'll fuck anybody."

We all laughed.

Jeanne said, "I'm glad Michael met you. You're both so open and honest about sex. I think that talking to you is good for both of us."

Amy said; "We're enjoying both of you too."

There was a moment of silence and then Mel said, "Okay, you were on your knees making out with Trent's cock. What happened next?"

"I was pretty excited and feeling really slutty. I slipped Trent's cock into my mouth and sucked him. He was excited too, so he came almost immediately. That was what I wanted. I've learned that with most guys you have to get that first orgasm over quickly. That way, after you get him up again you can settle down and enjoy some serious sex."

Mel nodded. "Most guys cum quickly the first time."

"Jeanne, did you let Trent cum in your mouth?"

"No Michael, I didn't. I told you in San Francisco that you're the only man who gets to do that."

"I know and I appreciate that, but since Trent is special I thought that you might want to make an exception for him."

"Michael, you're the only man who's special." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said; "Baby letting a man cum in my mouth or my pussy is a very permisteral act for me. I would have to be deeply attached to a man before I'd let him do that."

"I understand."

"It's also a health issue."

"You mentioned that in San Francisco."

"Trent and I discussed this during our first date. He understands and accepts the rule that he has to wear a condom when we have intercourse and he can't cum in my mouth when I suck him."

Amy said, "That's a good rule Jeanne."

"Thanks Amy. Michael?"

"Yes Jeanne."

"Now that we're talking about doing things for Trent there is something I'd like to discuss with you."

"You mean licking his ass."

"No we talked about that in San Francisco. You already gave me permission to do that with him."

"Yes I did. Did you do it?"

"I did and he loved it."

Mel clapped her hands. "Way to go girl. You're becoming a first class slut."

Jeanne giggled. "Thank you Mel. Michael, I promise that I'll tell you about that later. Right now there's something else I want to discuss with you."

"Okay."

"I've been watching some of your dvd's. Amy, Mel; Michael has a large collection of porn dvd's at home. He keeps them in his office."

Amy said; "That's not a big surprise."

Mel nodded. "It certainly isn't."

I smiled sheepishly.

Jeanne said; "I'm trying to get really good at giving blow jobs so I've been watching them."

Amy said; "We did that too. There are some porn stars who give pretty creative head."

"There are and I've learned a lot. I think I've gotten much better at using my tongue."

Mel giggled. "Licking a cock is fun."

I said; "While I'm not exactly an experienced connoisseur of fellatio, I thought you were outstanding in San Francisco."

"Thank you Michael. I tried hard when I was with you."

"I know you did and your efforts were appreciated."

Amy said; "I don't understand. What does this have to do with Trent? I'm sure you're trying to give him good blow jobs too, but that's something Michael expects."

Nodding, I said; "That's right, I just assume he's getting your best effort."

"He is, but there's something else."

"what is it?"

"I've watched the women in the movies deep throat cocks and I'd like to try doing it. I'd like to do it for Trent. I think he'd enjoy it."

Mel said; "Jeanne honey, are you sure about this? Amy and I both used to do it in Vegas. It's not fun. Basically you're obligation yourself with the guy's cock. We learned to do it because lots of guys requested it. It was an extra service and believe me it required a very large tip in advance."

"I know that. I can tell from the movies that it's uncomfortable, but I'd still like to try it. It seems really slutty and I'm sure Trent would love it."

Amy said, "Why didn't you try it today?"

"Because I've vowed that I will never again do something with another guy that I haven't already done with Michael."

Mel said, "I see. You're going to be with Michael at Christmas. You can do it with him then."

I said, "Jeanne, you'd like to do it for Trent the next time you get together with him, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Michael, I really would."

"Go ahead, you have my permission."

"Are you sure Michael?"

"Yes Jeanne, I'm positive. Do you remember the discussion we had in San Francisco about givers and takers."

"Yes, of course I do. We decided that we're both givers. That's one of the reamisters I enjoy dating other men so much. It's fun to play with a taker."

Amy said, "And Trent is a taker."

Jeanne said, "Oh yes."

"When you licked my ass in San Francisco you told me that you would always reserve that pleasure for me and me alone. Do you remember what I told you?"

"Yes, you told me that you loved doing it for me, but you were indifferent about having it done to you. You told me that if I needed to reserve a pleasure for just you it should be licking my ass."

Mel said, "That's our boy."

Amy said, "In our house everybody licks everybody's ass. I hope that's all right with you."

Laughing, Jeanne said; "Yes it's all right. It makes me want to visit you even more."

Mel said, "Get an airplane ticket. We'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow."

Sighing, Jeanne said; "I wish I could, but I can't."

Amy said, "We understand."

Getting us back on track, I said; "Do you remember that I said the same thing about anal intercourse."

"You mean that you didn't find doing it particularly exciting so I shouldn't be concerned about reserving that solely for you either?"

"That's right."

Amy asked, "Micheal, don't you enjoy butt fucking?"

"Not particularly, when I tried it in San Francisco it seemed like it was much ado about nothing. Like ass licking, I think it's mostly a power and domination pleasure. I'll grant you that fucking is fucking and it is pleasurable, but I think pussy fucking is more fun. Do you enjoy getting fucked in the ass?"

Mel said, "I think we both feel like you do. It's okay, but we prefer pussy fucking too. If a guy wants it he can do it, but again it requires a generous tip. Still there are women who love it. In fact in Vegas we knew a couple of girls who actually advertised themselves as ass whores."

Jeanne said; "Ass whores? I have to admit that I find that title exciting."

Amy asked, "Jeanne, do you like getting fucked in the ass?"

There was a long pause. Finally Jeanne said; "Michael please don't be upset, but I let Trent have my butt this afternoon and I have to admit that I really enjoyed it."

"Jeanne, I'm not upset. In San Francisco I told you that you could let Trent do that."

"Michael you're not hearing me. I enjoyed it, I really enjoyed it. It made me feel so incredibly slutty."

"Did Trent like it?"

"He loved it."

"Good, now the two of you have something you can enjoy together."

"Michael are you being sarcastic?"

"No Jeanne, I'm not. Anal sex isn't important to me. Since you like it I'll certainly do it with you any time you ask, but I think you would enjoy it more with Trent. The two of you have a different sexual relationship than you and I have. That's why you're dating him. Actually it might be fun if we made it into a game. You lick Trent's ass, deep throat his cock and let him fuck your ass; but you refuse to do any of that with me."

Amy and Mel both stared at me.

Jeanne cried; "Michael!"

I laughed. "Hey were playing a game. In this game I'm your cuckold, let's have a little fun with it."

Slowly nodding, Amy said; "I think I get it. Denial is often a big part of a cuckold-hot wife marriage. Michael is offering to play a subdued form of that game by telling you to deny him some pleasures that he actually doesn't care about. Michael, can she tell Trent?"

"If I correctly understand that question, yes of course she can. That would be a big part of the fun."

Jeanne said, "I don't understand."

Amy said; "Jeanne, Michael is offering you a way to have a little more fun with Trent. The next time he fucks your ass, you lick his ass or you deep throat him you can tell him that you won't do those things for anyone else, not even your husband."

"Michael, won't that upset you?"

Smiling Mel said; "If you only deny him things that he doesn't care about anyway it doesn't matter. It's nothing but a little fantasy game you play with Trent."

I said; "She's right Jeanne. If you stop wearing sexy clothes for me, refuse to let me have intercourse with you or quit giving me blow jobs I'll be upset. Denying me things that I don't care about will just be a kinky little game and I'm beginning to discover that I enjoy playing kinky little games."

I paused to think. After a moment, I continued. "But Jeanne it's important that you remember this. I'm not actually a masochist. I don't have any desire to be humiliated or hurt. A time will come when I'm going to meet some of your men friends. When that happens I expect them to be polite to me. If they try to be overbearing or demeaning I expect you to intervene. If they don't heed your admonishment I expect you to ask them to leave. I will not be used or even belittled, especially in my own house."

"Of course Michael, I would never allow one of my men friends to be rude to you. If one of them decides to be rude, I'll demand that he apologize to you. If he doesn't I'll demand that he leave Immediately."

"Thank you Jeanne. There is one more thing."

"what's that?"

"I will never wear a chastity device."

Jeanne giggled. "Michael I could never imagine you doing that. Besides, when I'm playing with a man in my boudoir the thought that you might be jacking off in the next room will make it even more exciting."

I smiled.

Mel said; "Jeanne, when I come to visit can I sit in the next room with Michael and masturbate too. I'm discovering that I'm just as much of voyeur as he is."

We all started laughing.

Jeanne said; "I think the four of us are going to have a lot of fun together."

Classic GH and I don't care how many words you use. The more the merrier.

Thanks for the line or two about safe sex. I appreciate it. Good story. You could probably put this together in book form if you so desired.

Wonderful idea for Michael to give Jeanne the OK to anal and deep throat her playmates, since they aren't things he enjoys all that much. Lots of guys should do the same and it would make many people happy. Jeanne is very lucky.
If you aren't having fun, you aren't doing it right!

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GH

Laughing, Mel said; "we are."

Agreeing, Amy said; "Yes we are and I guess I'm turning into a voyeur too. I want to hear more about your date with Trent. You were on your knees giving him a blow job in your living room. You told us that he didn't cum in your mouth, so where did he cum?"

"He warned me when he was close, so I pulled the straps of my chemise off of my shoulders..."

Clapping her hands, Mel exclaimed; "I love it. You dropped your chemise and let him cum all over your tits."

"I did. It was so hot." Jeanne paused. After a moment she worriedly asked; "Michael, was that okay?"

"Are you asking me that because you enjoyed it?"

"I guess so."

Smiling, I said; "You're just as insecure about all of this as I am; aren't you."

"Michael, it's all so confusing. I really do want to do this, but I'm terrified that I'm going to hurt you. When I started all of this I screwed up so badly. Now I'm afraid that I'm going to say something stupid and make it even worse."

"Jeanne, remember what we discussed the other day. The key to making this work is good communication. If you say something that makes me feel bad I promise that I'll tell you so we can talk about it."

"Okay." Jeanne's voice was quiet. It was clear that she was still feeling insecure.

I continued. "As to what you just told me, I have to admit that while I can't begin to explain why, hearing about it excites me almost as much as doing it excited you."

"Really?"

"Yes Jeanne, the image of you sucking Trent's cock and then dropping your chemise so that he could cum on your tits is driving me wild. Were you jacking him off when he came?"

Giggling, Jeanne said; "I was. Micheal, can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"Watching a guy cum is really fun, especially when I'm making it happen."

"Jeanne, imagining you making guys cum is unbelievably fun for me."

Grinning, Mel said; "I love making guys cum too, but after hanging with Michael for a few days I'm starting to think that maybe I like hearing about it just as much. Jeanne as soon as we're done talking to you I want to watch Amy give Michael a blow job while I rub myself off."

"I wish I could be there, but I'd want to suck Michael while you and Amy watch. Michael you're a voyeur and I'm beginning to realize that I'm an exhibitionist." Jeanne was still giggling.

Mel laughed. "This just keeps getting better. The two of you really do compliment each other perfectly."

Amy said; "Jeanne, if you come to Tucmister you could dance at Danny's Lounge."

"Amy, I'm forty-nine years old. Men aren't going to want to watch me strip."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "Jeanne, we've seen your pictures. Believe me, there are lots of guys at Danny's who would go wild when you got up on the stage."

"Really?"

Laughing, Amy said; "Definitely, Jeanne you are the quintessential MILF."

I asked, "Jeanne do you know what MILF means?"

There was a pause. We waited. finally Jeanne said; "I'm sorry, but I don't. Michael I guess that in some ways I'm still your naive wife."

Mel said, "It's okay honey. It's kind of a porn thing. MILF means lady I'd like to fuck."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "I like that title. It's almost as good as hot wife."

I laughed. "Life is amazing. My once pristine wife now takes pride in being a a hot wife and an MWLF."

Amy looked at me. "MWLF?"

Smiling, I said; "A lady who likes to fuck."

"I like that title even better, especially since my husband just bestowed it on me."

Mel said; "Okay Ms. Hot wife, exhibitionist, MWLF..."

Amy said; "Don't forget slut."

"Definitely don't forget slut." Now Jeanne was laughing. Amy, Mel and I were too.

Mel said; "Okay, Ms. Wife of many Titles; Let's hear more about your date with Trent."

Shaking her head, Amy said; "Mel you really are turning into a voyeur."

"Damn right I am. I'm from Chicago. Everybody knows that girls from Chicago are voyeurs at heart."

Jeanne said; "Actually I didn't know that."

"Yeah but you didn't know what an MILF was either."

I said, "But Mel you do have to admit that she's learning quickly."

"Hell yes she is! Jeanne you're well on your way to becoming the Albert Einstein of sucking and fucking."

Jeanne asked, "Does that mean you're going to start calling me Professor Nolan?"

Grinning, Mel said; "Yeah and you can put the initials MWLF after your name."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Okay, enough nonsense. I want to hear more about the date."

Jeanne said; "All right, as soon as Trent was finished ejaculating I stood up, took his hand and led him to Tricia's old bedroom."

"Did he zip up or was his big dick still hanging out of the front of his pants." Mel winked at me. "I think that's an important detail, don't you agree?"

Chuckling, I said; "How could I not?"

"He didn't zip up. He knew it wasn't necessary." Jeanne was giggling again.

Mel pressed. "So his dick was hanging out of his pants?"

Still giggling, Jeanne said; "Yes Mel, it was."

"Okay, you're in Tricia's old bedroom and Trent's dick is hanging out of his pants. What happened next?" Amy clearly wanted to hear the rest of the story.

"Trent started undressing. While he was doing that I wiped his cum off of my breasts with one of the hand towels I now keep in Tricia's room. Then I took off my chemise and pulled down the covers on the bed."

Amy said; "You were turning the bed into a playground."

"I was and that's how we used it."

Mel said; "Tell us."

"It was so much fun. I'm sorry Michael, but it really was."

"That's okay Jeanne. If it wasn't fun we shouldn't be doing this. Now share the fun. Tell us what happened."

"Okay, As soon as Trent was naked he lay down on the bed with his head resting on two pillows. I crawled between his legs and started playing with his cock."

Amy asked, "Was he hard again?"

"Not yet, but as I played with it his cock started to grow."

Mel grinned. "That's why cocks are so much fun. They start out as soft, cuddly toys; but if you free one of them and play with it, especially if you give it a kiss, it will grow into an angry snake eager to spew it's potent venom."

Laughing, Amy said; "Mel that was a wonderful metaphor."

"Of course it was. I was born in Chicago."

Once again rolling her eyes, Amy said; "And everyone born in Chicago is a natural poet."

"Damn right."

"So what's your favorite poem?" Amy was now shaking her head.

Mel quickly answered; "That's easy, There once was a man from Nantucket..."

Amy and I immediately joined in. "Who's cock was so long he could suck it. He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin, if my ear was a cunt I could fuck it."

Amy, Mel and I all laughed. After a moment Jeanne said; "All of you knew that?"

Amy said; "Of course we did, didn't you?"

Jeanne said; "No, I've never heard it before."

"Really?" Mel was clearly surprised by Jeanne's admission.

"I guess I was sheltered. When did you learn it?"

Mel shrugged. "I don't know; elementary school, maybe the sixth grade."

"The sixth grade? Mel when I was in the sixth grade I'd never even heard the words cunt and cock. If somebody had talked about sucking I wouldn't have had a clue what they meant."

I quietly said; "It's okay Jeanne, we're all products of our environment."

Amy said; "That's right honey, and now you're doing everything you can to overcome your sheltered beginning."

Jeanne said; "It was pretty funny. Are there any more poems like that?"

Mel said; "That's the only one I know."

Amy nodded in agreement.

I said; "I know one more."

Mel said; "Tell us."

"Okay, I think it's a from World War I. There once was a maiden from France who boarded a troop train by chance. Everyone fucked her except the conductor and he shot off in his pants."

Mel clapped her hands. "I love it."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "I'm ashamed to admit it, but being that maiden is a very hot fantasy."

Amy stared at me. She was smiling. After a moment I asked, "What?"

"You'd like to be the conductor, wouldn't you? You'd like to watch all those guys taking turns fucking Jeanne."

Suddenly embarrassed, I stammered; "I ah...I don't..."

Realizing what Amy was implying, Mel said; "It's okay Michael, watching is fun."

Jeanne quietly said; "MIchael."

Embarrassed, I said; "Jeanne, I'm sorry. You must think I'm a complete..."

"No Michael, I don't. It might be better to leave it as a fantasy, but if I ever do pull a train." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she asked; "That's the right term, isn't it?"

Amy said; "Yes that's right."

"Michael, if I ever do pull a train, I'd love it if you'd be willing to be my conductor."

Grinning, I said; "Jeanne, I think you're right. It might be better to leave that as a fantasy, but I have to admit that it's one very hot fantasy."

Choo-choo!!
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If you aren't having fun, you aren't doing it right!

GH, thank you for an enjoyable segment.

Great, as we have come to expect from your big dirty mind.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

In many ways a big dirty mind is every bit as good as a big hard cock. It can certainly turn a girl on as much, but usually it just can't have quite offer the same ending. Both are necessary for a happy life, they just don't always have to belong to the same permister.
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Thank you for the short, but quite descriptive comments.

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I've always taken pride in my dirty mind. Thank you for recognizing it

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I suspect your comment that "They just don't always have to belong to the same permister" made a lot of dobbers twitch at this site.

All four of you thank you again for taking a moment to comment. I also want to thank the people who sent me supportive emails through Literotica. They are also appreciated.

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Mel said, "Okay back to the date. Trent was lying on the bed. You were on your stomach between his legs playing with his cock. It was growing."

"It was and when I started kissing and licking it again it grew even faster."

"I'll bet it did." Amy was chuckling.

"Once Trent was fully erect I sucked him for a minute or two then I slipped down and started licking his balls."

"I'll bet he loved that." As she said that, Mel gave my cock a gentle squeeze.

"He did, but he liked what I did next even more."

I asked, "What did you do?"

Mel said; "I know. This is when you did it, isn't it?"

Jeanne breathlessly answered, "Yes, I was so excited. While I was licking Trent's balls I pushed his hips up and slipped my tongue down to that spot between his ball sack and the crack of his ass . When he felt me licking him there he went wild. He pulled his feet up and gave me full access. I grabbed his cock with one hand and held him up with the other and then I did it. First I licked the crack of his ass and then I licked his asshole. While I licked him I was pumping his cock with my hand."

I asked, "Weren't you afraid that you might make him cum again?"

"Michael, I'm sorry; but at that moment I was so turned on that I didn't care."

"It's okay, I understand."

Mel asked, "You told us that Trent was going wild. Did he say anything to you?"

"Oh yes."

"What did he say?"

"When I first pushed my tongue into his ass he whispered, Oh my god! Nobody has ever done that to me before."

"What did you say to him?" Mel was still squeezing my cock.

"I asked him if he liked it."

Mel laughed. "I'll bet he did."

"Oh yes, he told me that he loved it and then he asked me if I liked doing it to him."

I asked, "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that I loved doing it. I loved it because it was really slutty and I loved being a slut."

Amy said; "You were excited."

"I was so excited. I actually had a little orgasm while I was doing it and I wasn't even playing with myself."

Mel asked, "What did Trent say when you told him you loved being a slut?"

Jeanne said, "He asked me if I was his slut."

Reaching over, Amy cupped my balls in her hand. While she gently held them she asked Jeanne; "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that I'd be his slut for the rest of the afternoon and every time we get together to play I'll be his slut again. Michael, was that all right?"

"I think you said it very well. The way I'm trying to look at it is that you and Trent are playmates. While you're playing you'll have more fun if you both feel free to adopt the roles that excite the two of you the most."

"Thank you Michael, you really are a wonderful husband."

"Jeanne I'm trying hard to make this work. I will admit that right now it's easier because I'm getting some pretty intense support from my new friends."

Laughing, Jeanne asked; "Amy and Mel are both of you holding Michael's cock?"

Amy answered, "No, Mel's holding his cock. I'm holding his balls."

Still laughing, Jeanne said; "Michael honey, right now you're in voyeur heaven, aren't you."

"What do you mean?"

"Two beautiful women are playing with your cock and balls, you're listening to your wife talking about a hot sex party she just had with another man and didn't you tell me there's a porn movie playing on the television behind you?"

Mel said; "There is, it's a Julia Ann movie. All three of us are imagining that it's you."

"I wish, she's so gorgeous."

Amy said; "Jeanne, you're gorgeous too."

"Where were the two of you when I was sixteen."

Mel shook her head. "We're younger than you are, but when we were sixteen both of us were at home feeling just as insecure as you were."

"But two years later both of you went to Las Vegas."

Amy said; "And you went to college. We didn't have that choice. Do you wish you would have gone to Las Vegas? Think before you answer that. If you'd gone to Vegas you might have had a lot of fun, but you wouldn't have met Michael and you wouldn't have Tricia and Jodie."

"You're right, life is filled with trade offs."

Mel said, "Jeanne honey, right now you're enjoying the best of both worlds."

"You're right, I'm lucky. I found Michael. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. He provided me with a wonderfully stable life and now he's giving me the freedom to experience a more adventurous style of living."

"Mel and I've been lucky too. First we found each other, then we found Vince and now we found you and Michael." Amy leaned over and kissed my cheek. I smiled at her.

"Okay, we've all been lucky and we all love each other. Let's get back to the sex. Right now I'm so hot the towel I'm sitting on is soaked." Mel was grinning.

Laughing, Amy said; "Mel just think about how hot you're going to be later when you watch me suck Michael's cock."

"Hell! I'm so hot right now that I'm about to squirt. My clitty's harder than Michael's dick." Mel picked up my hand and placed it between her legs. She was so wet that two of my fingers slipped right into her. "Michael that feels nice, but I'd like it better if your rubbed my clit."

Amy said; "Jeanne, Mel has a big clit and when she gets hot like this she loves to have it rubbed."

Jeanne said; "Michael honey, be a sweetheart. Rub Mel's clit for her. Get her off right now."

Laughing, I said; "I'm happy to oblige." I slipped my finger's up to Mel's clit. Fully engorged, it was large, almost a tiny cock. This wasn't a surprise. I'd already spent several evenings with my face buried between Mel's gorgeous brown thighs.

As soon as I touched her I felt Mel shudder. She was close, very close. She whispered, "Oh yeah baby, that feels so nice. Harder, do it harder. You don't need to be gentle. Rub it for me. Make me cum."

I pressed my fingers against Mel's clit and rubbed her hard and fast. She started gyrating her hips in response. "Yes Michael, that's what I want! Rub me off! Rub me off like a slut."

Jeanne whispered; "This is so hot. I'm glad I brought my vibrator with me."

Amy asked, "Are you using it right now?"

"Oh yes."

"I wish I was there. I'd love to lick you."

"I've never been licked by a girl."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Very much."

"When we finally meet for real we'll do a little love box, all four of us. I get you and you can have Mel."

"I've never gone down on a girl either."

"Believe me, you'll love it."

Laughing, I said; "Trust me Jeanne, it's wonderful."

Suddenly Mel arched her back and cried out, "Oh cuckolds brownie!" At the same time a flood of love juice gushed from the lips of her cunt. And then she started to alternately laugh and cry as the waves of her orgasm ravaged her body.

I kept rubbing Mel. I knew that was what she liked.

Giggling, Amy said; "My girlfriend is a screamer."

From the telephone we heard Jeanne gasp and then whisper; "Yesss! Yesss! Yesss! Oh Yesss!" As her orgasm erupted.

I felt Mel beginning to relax. I pulled my hand away from her sopping cunt. Amy and I waited in silence.

After a moment Jeanne laughed and said; "Oh my god, that's the first time I've ever cum while I was talking on the telephone."

"It's fun, isn't it." Mel was giggling.

"Yes it is. Amy you didn't cum."

"Not yet."

"Michael, don't you think you should be a gentleman and get her off?"

Laughing, I said; "I'm not sure that will make me a gentleman, but I would love to get her off." I turned to Amy. She lasciviously spread her thighs and pointed at the floor in front of her.

I got down on my knees and said; "That's an invitation I'll never turn down."

As I buried my face in Amy's cunt Jeanne asked; "Mel what's happening?"

Mel said, "Your sweet husband is on his knees eating my girlfriend's pussy. Her eyes are closed. She is clearly enjoying the experience. Your husband is quite adept at giving oral pleasure."

"I learned that in San Francisco. During all those years I was a prude Michael wanted to go down on me when we made love. Generally I stupidly refused to even consider the idea. The few times I did relent and allow him to do it I was so uptight that I couldn't relax enough to actually enjoy it."

"But you enjoyed it in San Francisco."

"Oh yes, it was incredible. Right now I'm very envious of Amy."

Suddenly Amy arched her back and cried out; "Son of a bitch!" And then she started to shake. I pulled back and watched. My face was slick with her moisture.

Grinning at me, Mel said; "My sweetie doesn't squirt, but she sure does get your face wet when you eat her."

I grinned back at Mel.

As I was climbing back on to the couch, Jeanne asked; "Is Michael's face wet?"

Mel answered, "His lips, cheeks and chin are coated with Amy's cum."

"Michael, does having a woman's cum on your face excite you?"

"Yes, I have to admit that it does."

"I told you that I won't let a guy cum in my mouth, but sometimes at Brady's I'll let a guy cum on my face. I'm beginning to learn that it excites me when they do it."

Nodding, Mel said; "It's really slutty, isn't it."

"Yes it is. Wanna know something else?"

Mel answered, "Definitely."

"Walking back into Brady's with streaks of a guy's cum in my hair is exciting too."

Amy smiled. "Everyone in the bar knows you're a slut."

"Yes they do. Michael I'm sorry, but I love it when I know other people are thinking that I'm a slut."

"I realized that in San Francisco Jeanne. You're clothes and makeup are much more provocative then they used to be."

"I used to dress like a prude."

"You don't anymore."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not anymore, in fact realizing that other people know I'm married to a slut is turning out to be a big turn on for me."

Reaching over and rubbing my erect penis, Mel said; "Our sweet baby is learning to enjoy being a cuckold."

Shaking my head, I said; "While it still surprises me, I have to admit that Mel is right."

Jeanne said; "Sweetheart, I can't begin to describe how happy that makes me."

"Actually it makes me pretty happy too."

Amy, Mel and I all smiled. While I couldn't actually see her I was certain that Jeanne was smiling too.

After a moment Jeanne said; "Michael, you haven't cum yet. Amy, Mel would one of you please take care of him."

Amy shook her head. "Jeanne, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

Nodding in agreement Mel said; "I concur."

"Why? Cumming is good."

Amy said; "It is, but when men cum most of them temporarily lose their sexual ardor. If Michael really is going to be your cuckold you're going to have to remember that. If he's at home while you're entertaining a man a little sexual edge will make it easier for him to enjoy the experience."

Mel said; "And when you're telling him about a date you've just had with another man, like you are right now, it's important that he maintain a sexual edged while he's hearing about what happened. It really will make it more fun for him."

"Michael, is that true?"

"Jeanne, I think it is." I paused. After a moment I said; "Even when I'm watching porn I try to keep from cumming for as long as I can. That sexual edge feels good. It's fun. I think this should be part of the cuckold game we're playing. When you're with another man or when you're telling me about a party you've just had with another man I shouldn't be allowed to cum until you're finished."

"You're sure?"

"I am. Actually I think this is probably one of the reamisters that orgasm denial is such a big part of the cuckold fantasy."

"Okay, it's settled. You don't get to cum until I'm finished telling you about my date with Trent." Jeanne paused and then she quickly added; "But Mel and Amy, when I'm finished will you please be sure to get him off."

Laughing, Mel said; "Jeanne as soon as you're done we're going to suck and fuck your sweet baby into oblivion."

I looked at Mel and then at Amy. They were both licking their lips while they stared at me. All I could do was grin.

Thank you GH - another great example of telling a story through conversation.

GH,
Back from holiday to a wonderful treat. This is turning into a real Master Class. Thank you so much for writing it and posting it. We should all realise you don't have to.

GH, you're doing a wonderful job with this story. I find it interesting that even though Jeanne is getting hers, Michael is not doing too badly himself. As much as he loves Jeanne, I can't imagine him being in any hurry to leave his new friends, besides, they're helping him learn to adapt to the new lifestyle. What a great set up he has there with the two of them, I'm extremely jealous.

Thanks GH.

TrF2

bump. We're dyin' here GH! *grin*

Timmy, Peak, TrF2, hotcplindc

Thanks

GH

"Okay, that's settled. Michael gets to cum, but not until you're finished telling us about your date. Let's get back to that. You were licking Trent's ass. What happened next?" The eager tone in Mel's voice made it clear that her orgasm had not diminished her ardor at all.

"I licked his ass for maybe a minute or two and then I moved up and started sucking his cock again. As soon as Trent realized what I was doing he sat up, rolled me over onto my back and told me that he was ready to fuck his slut."

"He was ready to fuck his slut, he really said that to you?"

"Yes Amy he did and I have to admit that I loved it. Michael is that all right?"

Chuckling that my wife's insecurity was just as much a problem for her as mine was for me, I said; "Yes Jeanne it's all right. I understand. This is one of your kinks. It certainly doesn't hurt anyone, so you should relax and enjoy it. Frankly, I'm enjoying it too. Being married to an avowed slut appeals to my voyeurism. That, as you well know, is one of my kinks."

"Michael, I love you so much."

"I know that Jeanne. I love you too."

Mel said, "Yes and Amy and I love both of you. Now lets get back to the story. You were on your back. Trent was about to fuck you."

Giggling at Mel's eagerness, Jeanne said; "Okay, I keep condoms on the night table next to Tricia's bed. I didn't even have to remind Trent. On his own, he picked one up and opened it. After rolling it on he climbed on top of me, grabbed my wrists, pinned me to the bed and started rubbing the head of his big hard cock up and down my cunt. He was teasing me, but I didn't care because it felt so good. Then suddenly he pushed his cock into me. When he did that I must have shrieked a little. Not because it hurt, believe me, it didn't. I was so wet that all of his cock, the full length slipped in easily. I shrieked because his big cock felt so good inside me. Anyway, my shriek made Trent pause. While he enjoys being rough and aggressive, Trent is actually a considerate playmate. He stopped because he had to make sure that he hadn't actually hurt me."

Amy said, "He sounds like a real sweetheart."

"He is."

Sensing that hearing Jeanne's new boyfriend described as a sweetheart might cause some feelings of jealousy for me Amy turned to me and said; "Don't worry Michael, you'll always be the apple of Jeanne's eye. Think about it, if she's going to have a boyfriend you really do want him to be a nice guy, don't you."

"Of course I do."

Jeanne said; "Michael you don't ever have to be jealous. You'll always own my heart."

"I know that Jeanne. You'll always own my heart too."

"Thank you Michael."

"Okay, you love Michael and Michael loves you, now back to the story. All of Trent's cock was inside you and it felt wonderful." Mel was shaking her head.

He fucked me Mel, I mean he really fucked me..." Jeanne paused. After a moment she said; "Michael, I'm sorry. That didn't come out right. You fuck me too, you really fuck me. You're wonderful in bed. Our weekend in San Francisco was the first time I was uninhibited enough to actually realize that, but now I do realize it. You're caring and gentle and so very graceful. With you, sex is like ball room dancing. It's wonderful. You make be feel like a ballerina or a princess."

Nodding, Amy said; "That is true. Michael you really are graceful in bed. Believe me that makes you an outstanding lover."

"She's right Michael. I can't wait to get you into bed in San Antonio. I think about it every night."

"Yes, but I'll bet you think about Trent too."

"I do, but please understand this. Trent isn't better than you. Actually you're better than Trent. A steady diet of him would get old very quickly. If I had to do it, I could be content spending the rest of my life making love with you and only you."

"But it would be more fun if you could occasionally have Trent too."

"Yes Michael, it would. With you sex is like a ballet. With Trent it's more like a wrestling match. Every once in awhile it's fun to wrestle."

"Don't worry Jeanne, I'm actually starting to get that. Sex with Trent is a different experience and that makes it exciting. All I ask is that you share it with me, like you're doing right now. That makes it exciting for me too."

Jeanne giggled. "I'm so glad I'm married to a voyeur."

"You are and he wants to hear more. He wants to hear every seamy little detail. Jeanne this may be hard for you to believe. I guess it kind of amazes me too. Knowing you're excited excites me, so let's hear more of the story. Trent was fucking you, really fucking you."

"Michael, he was. He was careful not to hurt me. Trent really is a sweet guy, but he likes to be rough and aggressive. There were times when he tossed me around on the bed like I was his permisteral sex doll."

Next to me, Amy said; "Ooo I like that."

Mel nodded. "Me too."

Obviously excited, Jeanne continued. "Trent fucked me for at least twenty minutes. By the time he came I'd had two wonderful orgasms. When we were finished I felt like I'd spent an hour working out in the gym."

Giggling, Mel said; "Hot sweaty sex. It really is fun. What happened after Trent came. Did he go home?"

"No we had another hour before he had to leave. For a little while we lay in bed quietly. We weren't cuddling, just lying there side by side feeling good. Michael, Trent and I both understand what we're doing. It's just recreational sex and nothing more. He loves his wife and I love you."

"Thank you Jeanne. I think I now know that, but it's still comforting to occasionally hear you say it. It also helps to know that Trent feels the same way."

"He does."

Amy asked, "Tell us what happened next."

"Actually, we talked. The sex had been pretty intense. We both needed a little time to catch our breath."

"May I ask what you talked about?" I was curious, but for some reamister I was concerned about being intrusive.

There was a brief pause and then Jeanne said; "Of course you can ask. Michael you're my husband. I'll never keep secrets from you. You can ask me anything."

"I know, I just..."

"Don't worry sweetie. I understand. Were both still figuring out the etiquette for this new lifestyle."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"We talked about you."

"Me?"

"Yes, Trent asked about you. During our first date I told him that you traveled. That's all I told him. When he asked today, I think he was trying to find out how often you're away from home."

Mel smiled. "He wants to get together with you on a regular basis."

"Yes he does and Michael if you're okay with it I'd like to do that."

"Yes, I'm okay with it. We talked about it in San Francisco. If you're going to do this I believe that it's inevitable that you're going to meet guys like Trent who you like and want to see more than one time. You're going to meet men who you'll want to see repeatedly, men who for all practical purposes will become boyfriends. I even think it's likely that you're going to develop feelings for some of these men. It's essential that we use this time I'm away to find out how that's going to affects us."

"Michael, I'll never love anyone as much as I love you."

"I believe that Jeanne, but I still think both of us are going to need time to get used to you having an occasional boyfriend. While I feel reamisterably confident that you won't fall in love with one of these men, there is going to be a period of infatuation. I'm convinced that's this is inevitable. Infatuation is exciting. You need to be able to feel free to express that excitement around me or I fear that you'll try to hide your feelings from me or even worse, grow to resent me. I have to experience your infatuations from beginning to end several times. That's the only way I can hope to become confident that they're only temporary. Once I gain that confidence I think it's possible that I might even be able to enjoy the excitement of a new infatuation with you. That's going to take time and I think it will be easier for both of us if we try to do it while I'm away."

Jeanne was silent.

Amy said. "Jeanne, he's right. You're already infatuated with Trent, aren't you."

"But it's only temporary. Michael you're the only man I want to spend the rest of my life with. You'll always be that man."

I said, "I know that Jeanne, but right now your thoughts and fantasies are focused on Trent, aren't they."

Quietly Jeanne answered, "Yes."

"Think about how you'd feel if I was suddenly obsessed with another woman."

"You are; only it's two women, Amy and Mel."

"They're friends and we brought you into our friendship as quickly as we could. Are you going to include me as an equal in your friendship with Trent? Can you imagine the three of us chatting on the telephone like this?"

"No, I'm sure he wouldn't be comfortable with that." Jeanne's answer was a barely perceptible whisper. There was a pause and then she said; "Michael, I'm sorry. I'm hurting you. What are we going to do? I'll stop seeing Trent. I'll call him in the morning."

"Jeanne, you're bright. Stop and think. I don't believe that you're going to fall in love with Trent."

There was another pause, After a moment Jeanne said; "This is your strength, isn't it. You're an accountant. You know how to logically analyze a situation. I was an English major. I think with my heart." Jeanne laughed. "Although lately I guess I've been thinking with my pussy."

Laughing, Amy said; "Jeanne honey, thinking with your pussy is fun; but believe me, it can get you into trouble."

Nodding in agreement, Mel said; "Aint that a fact."

Ignoring Amy and Mel, Jeanne again asked; "Michael, what are we going to do?"

"You're going to keep seeing Trent and you're going to continue telling Amy, Mel and me all the seamy details of your dates. Eventually you're going to get bored with him and move on to another guy. You'll continue to tell me about your dates and even though I'll probably have left Tucmister we'll still continue to talk to Amy and Mel about them too."

"Amy, Mel; after Michael moves on can we keep in touch?"

Mel said; "Of course we can Jeanne. You're our friend. We don't have many friends. We can't afford to cast them aside."

Smiling, I said; "You can't ever afford to throw away good friends."

Amy and Mel grinned at me.

Jeanne said; "Thank you."

"Jeanne, after Trent you're going to meet another man and he'll be every bit as exciting as Trent is now."

"Yes Michael, I understand. I'll fall for him and then I'll eventually get bored with him and move on again."

"And while you're dating him, you'll freely talk to Amy, Mel and me about everything. You'll share all of your excitement with us. While the voyeur in me will enjoy it, the insecure little boy in me will be frightened; but that will be okay. Amy and Mel will constantly remind me that you really do love only me, so I'll survive."

"Michael, they'll be right. I will always love only you."

"Jeanne, I'm counting on that."

Amy asked, "So what did you tell Trent?"

"Everything."

"Everything?" I was a little taken aback.

"Yes Michael, I was completely honest with him. Why shouldn't I be, neither of us has anything to be ashamed about."

"Did you tell him about our weekend in San Francisco?"

"Of course I did. I also showed him the ankle bracelet that you bought for me. He loved that. He wants me to wear it whenever we get together."

"I'll bet he does."

"I even told him that you encouraged me to call him for a second date."

"Jeanne, please tell me that's not true."

"Michael it is true. I told him everything. Why does that bother you? I don't understand."

"Jeanne, he must think I'm a total wimp."

"Michael, he not only doesn't think you're a wimp; you're his hero."

"I'm his hero?"

"Yes, I told him everything. He's envious of you. His wife is an uptight prude like I used to be. He'd love it if she was a slut like I am now. And you're currently living in Tucmister with two exotic dancers. For Trent that's an unbelievably exciting fantasy."

Laughing, Amy said; "Michael honey, she's right. Most men would envy you."

Shaking my head, I said; "I never really thought about it like that."

"Michael, I also told Trent that you gave me permission to let him have my ass."

"What did he say when you told him that." Mel was chuckling.

"It's not so much what he said, it's how he reacted. Our chat ended. He immediately started kissing me and then he gently pushed me down the bed."

Amy smiled. "He wanted you to suck him to get him hard again."

"He did and I was happy to oblige him. I gave him the works. I sucked his cock, kissed his balls and licked his ass. It only took me a couple of minutes to get him fully erect. Once he was hard Trent put on another condom while I took a tube of lubricant out of the drawer in the night stand next to the bed. As soon as he was ready I handed the lube to Trent and lay face down on the bed. He did a very thorough job greasing me up. He was having fun. I don't think his wife ever lets him play with her ass."

"You never used to let me play with your ass."

"I know and I'm sorry about that. All can say is that when we're together in San Antonio you can play with my ass as much as you like."

"I'll hold you to that."

"I hope you do."

Mel asked, "While he was lubing you did Trent push a finger into your ass?"

"He did and when I told him that it felt good he pushed a second finger in and when I told him that felt good he added a third finger."

Grinning, Mel said; "He had three fingers in your ass, way to go girl."

"Michael and I did some practicing in San Francisco. It really helped. Thank you Michael."

"You're welcome."

Amy reached over, gave my cock a firm squeeze and said; "I commend you, practicing with your wife so her boyfriend can fuck her butt makes you the good husband of the month, maybe even the year."

Realizing that Amy was teasing me, I said; "I do try." We were both grinning.

Ignoring us, Mel asked; "So did Trent fuck your butt?"

"Yes, but I have to tell you something funny. As Trent was pushing his cock into my butt he admitted that this was the first time he'd ever done it. Trent tries to create the impression that he's a sophisticated lover, but the more I get to know him the more I realize that he's actually rather inexperienced. I suspect that most of his knowledge was acquired by reading sex stories on the Internet."

Mel asked, "Does that bother you?"

"Not really, I just find it interesting."

"That may be one of the reamisters you find him so attractive."

"What makes you say that Michael?"

"While you're learning quickly, you're actually not very experienced either. Your flowers taught you how to give a blow job."

Laughing, Jeanne said; "I hadn't thought about that, but I think you're right. We're a couple of novices learning together."

"Frankly Jeanne, I'm not very experienced either. Most of my knowledge was acquired by watching sex movies."

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said; "I told you this in San Francisco and I'll repeat it now. My greatest regret in all of this is that I didn't include you at the beginning of my sexual awakening. We should have been experimenting and learning together."

"I would have like that, but it didn't happen and we've talked about why it didn't happen. It's in the past and we can't change it. We're both still learning, but now we're each learning on our own."

"I wish we could be learning together."

"Jeanne, we can't. Not yet. I haven't reached a point where I can sit in the den watching television while you're entertaining Trent in Tricia's room."

"I know Michael."

Amy said, "But you can listen to Jeanne tell you about it now and that's progress."

Mel added, "You even enjoy hearing about it."

"Yes I do and you're absolutely right, that is progress."

Amy said, "Since you are enjoying it, let's hear a little more. Jeanne did you enjoy your butt fucking?"

"I did Amy, it was amazing..."Jeanne paused. After a moment she said; "But you, Michael and Mel are right."

"What do you mean?"

"Pussy fucking is more pleasurable. Butt fucking is fun, but the thrill is more mental than physical. I enjoy it because it's so kinky. I think Trent feels the same way."

Mel said; "You're really enjoying being his slut, aren't you Jeanne."

"I have to admit that I really am."

Amy said, "You went down on Trent three times today, but you never mentioned him going down on you."

"He didn't. If I asked him to do it I'm sure he would, but I don't really want that from him. I get that with Michael. With Trent I want to be a total slut. I want to do things with him just because they're dirty and nasty."

Nodding, Mel said; "Like licking his ass, deep throating him and letting him butt fuck you."

"That's right. Michael now I'll do those things with you too, but when I first started with this new life style that was difficult. You're my husband. I'm the lady of our youngren. Your the man of our youngren. Your admiration was important to me. It still is, but I'm beginning to understand that my sexual behavior has very little to do with my worth as a permister. I now believe that you realize that too."

"I do."

"Still, the fact that I don't give a damn about Trent's opinion makes it easier for me to act like a total slut with him."

Amy said, "It allows you to feel free, doesn't it."

"Yes, for the first time in my life I'm not worried about what other people think about me. Michael as far as I'm concerned your opinion is the only one that counts."

"But when you decided to go out with Derek Fischer you risked losing my admiration."

"I know that. I now realize that was a stupid decision. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know how go about getting it. I decided to take a chance. I threw the dice. Fortunately for me you were wise enough and strong enough to not allow that rash decision to destroy us."

"I love you."

"I know that and every day I'm thankful for it."

Mel said, "That's why you like sucking guys off at Brady's too, isn't it."

"Yes, I don't give a damn about they're opinion of me either, but at Brady's there's something else. It's empowering."

Shaking my head, I said; "Empowering? How can giving a guy a blow job in a parking lot behind a bar be empowering?"

Smiling, Amy said; "I think I understand exactly what you're saying."

Mel nodded. "I do too."

I said; "Please enlighten me."

Amy said, "I'd be happy to enlighten you. In our culture men have traditionally been in control of all male female relationships. Boys ask girls out. Boys ask girls to dance. The man is supposed to initiate marriage proposals. Women have always been expected to passively wait for men to act. Think about making out in a car by the lake when you were in high school. If I guy puts his hand on a girl's breast all it means is that he wants to cop a feel, but if a girl puts her hand in a guy's lap it's interpreted as a sign that she's ready to go all the way."

Smiling, Mel said; "I don't care if it's in Wisconsin, Chicago or Minnesota; men have always been in control of sex. They get to ask, all a woman gets to do is say yes or no. At Brady's Jeanne is in control. Jeanne how often do you suggest to a guy that you take a walk out to his car?"

"Almost every time."

"She's already in control. When they get to the car they both know why they're out there so there aren't any games."

Jeanne said, "That's right and I get to take the lead. I repeat, that's one of the things that's fun about being a slut. I don't have to worry about anyone's opinion. When I put my hand on a guy's cock I don't have to worry about how he's going to interpret it. We both know I'm going to give him a blow job, that's why we're out there. All that's left is to decide how it's going to happen and I'm the one who gets to make that decision too."

Mel said, "Actually Jeanne the moment you decided to openly live as a slut you gained power. You no longer have to wait for a man to make overtures. As a slut you're free to make the overtures yourself because you've already made it clear that you don't give a damn about the traditional conventions of our culture."

"I'm so glad that Michael met the two of you. You're helping both of us. Even though we've never met in permister I'm already feeling like we're close friends."

Amy said, "We feel that way too."

Jeanne said; "I have an idea. Why don't you join us for Christmas in San Antonio. We can meet face to face. That would give you a chance to meet our girls too."

Grinning, Amy said; "That would be wonderful we'd love to..."

Vigorously shaking her head, Mel interrupted. "Absolutely not!"

Amy and I both looked at her with shocked expressions.

Jeanne asked, "Why not?"

Mel answered, "I'd love to do it every bit as much as the rest of you, but not this Christmas. Jeanne think about it. This is the first time that you, Michael and the girls will all be together since everything blew up. Michael hasn't even seen the girls since this started. You need to spend this time together as a family. Amy and I can meet you sometime in the future."

Nodding, I said; "Jeanne she's right. San Antonio is going to be our first chance to reconnect as a family. That has to be our primary concern."

"I guess you're right." The disappointment in Jeanne's voice was obvious. Amy, Mel and I were disappointed too, but we all knew that Mel was correct.

For a moment all four of us were silent. Finally Mel asked; "So what happened after Trent finished butt fucking you."

Jeanne answered, "Trent took a shower. After he was finished he got dressed and left."

Amy asked; "Did you shower together?"

"No, Trent needed to get home. We didn't have time to play around anymore."

"But you had a fun afternoon."

"Yes Michael, I really did. Was that all right?"

"Yes Jeanne, I'm glad you had fun."

"Are you Michael? Are you really?"

"Yes Jeanne, I really am."

"Thank you."

While it was getting late and none of us had eaten supper, we still chatted for a few more minutes before we said goodbye.

Thanksgiving was the following Thursday. Jeanne asked if we had plans. Mel told her that she and Amy always bought a turkey and made the full dinner. They cooked together while they watched the parade in the morning and football in the afternoon. It was a nice way to celebrate the holiday day and I was going to be part of it.

Amy asked Jeanne if she had plans. She told us that she and Jodie were going to Tricia's. Paul was going to be making the dinner. Mel suggested that this year, Thanksgiving at Tricia's might turn out to be rather interesting. All of us agreed.

Mel asked Jeanne about her impending date at Brady's Pub with Ruth and David. Jeanne told us that she'd talked to Ruth that morning and it was on for Monday. Both Tony and Bill would be there. Mel insisted that she call us as soon as she got home Monday evening so we could hear every seamy detail. After promising that she would do that, Jeanne asked if she could call again tomorrow evening. Mel, Amy and I all assured her that we would love it if she called us every evening.

We said our good byes and our final I love yous and then Jeanne ended the call. After the call was over Amy, Mel and I sat together in silence. Jeanne had become part of us and we already missed her.

The Master Word Smith at his best. Thank you GH for a great start to the weekend.

GH
amazing i have lurked here quietly for years

this story and your ability to weave it was the sole cause of me joining this site
i read the whole thing twice while waiting for these last two posts
your pause gave me enough time that my pecker isn't sore anymore lol
i could go on for pages but let me just say thank you

Well written Sir, well written!
If you aren't having fun, you aren't doing it right!

GH,
Again I must echo Timmy. I must echo Timmy. I must echo Timmy. Sorry..

You started this with what I thought was a difficult premise. Man runs off and risks a lot by staying away a year. So much else of real life gets missed in that year, not just the sex. But.... Having painted the big picture to begin with you are making it work brilliantly. An unlikely scenario has been made to feel so normal, so right. It's all down to the characters, the story, the detail, the writer. All four. Spot on. Thank you once more.

time to get back on top

Timmy, Jennifer and Peak

As always, thank you

used2bused

Thanks for taking a moment to tell me that your enjoying my story. That means a lot to me.

I'm sorry my rate of production is so slow. Life has been very busy lately. As I get older I also find writing to be more of a challenge. This next segment has two full pages that turned into nothing but philosophical nonsense. They now reside in my extra writing folder. Sadly that folder is getting very thick.

All four of you, thank you again

GH