Roxanne and Willie - The soap opera continues

awesome, gh! i can't say i like where the story's going, but i can't stop reading it. having said that, i'm really impressed by the way you always surprise us, with twists and turns that are so much like real life, some good, some bad. i can't wait to see where you're going next! superb work!!! priss

Priss

Thanks for your comment and kind words. Its fun to write stories with some twists and conflict.

The story is far from done. I might get some writing done tonight, but I doubt it. It is most likely that my next post will not come until Monday.

I played golf today and intend to play golf again tomorrow.

I did a lot of writing over the past three days to get to this point. I wanted to do the entire Bob's auto Ranch scene as one post.

I need a short break before I continue the story. Believe me, alot is still going to happen.

Thanks again for your comment

GH

I didn't relax much on Monday night. When Tuesday morning finally arrived, I didn't feel much like going to work. I thought about calling Mark Rawlins and taking him up on his offer to cover my classes.

I didn't. I may have been sad, angry and depressed, but I knew that sitting alone in a motel room wallowing in my misery was not going to make me feel better.

I got up and took a shower. I needed to be around people. I needed to try to return to my normal routine.

As I was walking to my car I also realized that I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning. I stopped at a small cafe and had a good breakfast. It helped.

It was almost nine o'clock by the time I actually got to the University.

As soon as I walked into the Economics Department Diane, the secretary, stopped me. "Mr. Oliver, you are a very popular man this morning. You have a number of telephone messages." She picked up a pile of yellow telphone memo notes. "There are three here from your wife and several from other people." Diane looked at me. "Mr. Oliver is everything okay?"

I nodded. "Everything is fine Diane." I didn't really want to try to explain the siuation to her.

I took the stack of messages. As I was walking to my office Diane said, "Mr. Oliver if there is anything I can do for you please ask. Everyone in the department really likes you. If you need us, were there for you."

I turned and smiled. "Thankyou Diane. That was a very nice thing to say to me. If I need anything I'll let you know."

I turned and went into my office.

I sat down at my desk, took out my laptop computer and turned it on. While the computer was starting up I paged through the telephone messages. There were three from Roxanne, one from Stevie, one from Ricky, two from Sandra and one from Julie. Obviously Roxanne had called Sandra and Julie.

That made me feel good. I was angry at Roxanne and she had hurt me very badly, but I still loved her. I was worried about how she was coping with this. I was glad that she was in contact with Sandra and Julie. They would make a good support group for her.

I turned to my computer and opened my email. There were several new messages. One was from Roxanne. I opened it.

"Dear Willie,

I am so sorry about everything that happened in the last two days. I really don't know what got into me.

I have no excuses. My behavior was awful. I apologize. I won't blame you if you don't forgive me. I can't forgive myself. My only hope is that if I keep apologizing you might some day find it in your heart to pardon me and let me back into your life.

I am staying with Julie and Sandra. They are wonderful friends. We sat up all last night talking about this. I am desperately trying to understand why I acted the way I did.

I called Bob Overton and quit my job at the Auto Ranch. I promise you that I won't ever go back there. By the way, Bob was the older man that you collided with in the hallway. If it makes you feel any better he fired Ray Maxwell and Jimmy Reynolds.

Pete Jeffermister has called me four times. I won't answer his calls. I won't return his calls. I promise you that I will never see him again. Willie I can't believe that I ever dreamed of having a baby with any man other than you.

Sweetheart, I am so sorry that I hurt you. I love you so much. You are the only man I want to be with. I know you hate me now. I don't blame you. I hate myself.

Please call or write. I desperately want to talk to you or hear from you.

Love Roxanne"

I was crying when I got to the end of the letter, but I still closed the email and turned off my computer.

Roxanne encouraged those men to hurt me in a way that tore my soul apart. It brought back a memory that I thought I had successfully buried forever. She did the one thing I can never forgive.

So much had happened in such a short time. I was confused, I was hurt and I was angry. Most of all, a very old, very serious wound had been reopened.

I needed time. I wanted to avoid everyone. I wanted to be alone. I wanted time to think.

For two days I was successful. I had frequent telephone messages from Roxanne, Sandra, Julie, Brenda, Stevie and Ricky. I didn't return any of them. I also had numerous emails from those same people. I ignored all of them.

I knew that these people were my friends. I understood that they were trying to help me. The problem was that I was too angry to accept help.

On Thursday afternoon the situation changed. It was five o'clock. As I was finishing my four o'clock lecture I looked at the back of my classroom. They were all standing there. I had to smile. They were a persistent group. It was Stevie, Ricky, Bobby, Mark, Jamal and Jamister.

I dismissed my class and walked to the back of the room.

Stevie smiled at me. "Willie you give a fascinating lecture."

I nodded, "I didn't know that you guys had such a strong interest in economics."

Jamister laughed. "I don't give a cuckolds brownie about economics. I'm looking for a client. I want to sue those bastards at Bob's Auto Ranch for everything they have."

Ricky looked at me. "Willie were looking for a new friend that we seem to have suddenly lost."

They formed a circle around me.

I smiled at them. "You know your an intimidating group."

Bobby shook his head in agreement. "Yes we've frequntly been compared to the Hell's Angels."

Jamal looked at me. "Willie we want you to come to our house. We are asking a favor, a big favor. We want you to spend five minutes with Roxanne."

"You guys have to talk about this Willie." It was Stevie.

I looked at him. "I'm not sure I'm ready to do that."

He looked back at me. "We understand that you're angry. We know that what happened on Monday was incredibly truamatic for you. Were guessing that there is something that you haven't told anyone. Willie it's time to start talking. Please come home with us. You belong with us. Were your friends."

Jamister walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Come on buddy, we'll drive."

I went with them. They were right. I wasn't sure that I could actually talk about this, but it was time to try. I also knew that I needed to try to say something to Roxanne. The problem was, I had no idea what it was that I wanted to say.

We walked out of the building. Their Lincoln was parked a block down the street in the Law School parking lot. They had used Sandra's parking pass.

I gave Mark and Bobby the keys to my car and pointed it out in the Economics Department parking lot.

The rest of us piled into the Lincoln. They actually have two Lincolns. The elegant cars are generally used for chaufeuring wives to meetings with lovers, but they are also used when they want to travel as a group.

On the way over Stevie called Sandra and filled her in on what was happening.

We drove to Oak Grove Street and pulled up in front of Brenda, Maddie and April's house. As I got out of the car, Stevie said, "Roxanne is in there. We'll be waiting at Sandra and Julie's"

I got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk. I didn't move. After a minute Jamister came up to me. "Come on buddy, I'll walk to the front door with you." It was easy to see why everyone liked Jamister so much."

Jamister left me on the front steps. Before he left he said, "Just go in and talk to her for a few minutes. It will help."

I opened the door and went in. Roxanne was standing in the living room. She was alone.

She smiled at me. "Hello Willie."

I smiled back. "Hello Roxanne." We both obviously felt very awkward.

After a moment Roxanne said, "Willie I am so sorry."

I put my hand up to stop her. "I know Roxanne, I know."

I closed my eyes. I saw a gang of people around me. They were all laughing. I was crying.

I opened my eyes and looked at Roxanne. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I can't do this right now." I turned and walked out the door.

The Lincoln was gone. So were all of the guys. There was only one permister in view. It was Sandra Monroe. She was standing in the middle of the front sidewalk blocking the way. Her hands were on her hips, there was a scowl on her face.

She looked me square in the eyes. "Willie your coming with me. You and I are going to have a talk."

She walked up to me, grabbed my arm and pulled me to her house. When we went through the front door I expected to see a big group of people, but the house was empty. Apparently they had made a second plan just in case their first plan failed. I assumed that when they saw Sandra and I approaching they all went out the patio door. I was certain that everyone was now at Brenda's house comforting Roxanne.

Sandra led me to the couch. "Sit down Willie."

I sat down. Sandra sat down next to me.

"Willie do you understand how much I love Stevie?"

"I think I do."

She smiled. "He is the most wonderful man in the entire world. For me the sun rises and sets on Stevie Wagner. He's all that I care about."

I nodded. "I think he really loves you to."

She grinned, "Oh I know he does." She paused. "I'm going to tell you why I know that Willie." Sandra stopped to think for a minute. Finally she said, "Just over a year ago now I left stevie for another man? I accepted this other man's marriage proposal. We actually made wedding arrangements."

"I didn't know that. Stevie must have been devastated."

"He was."

"Why did you do it."

Sandra laughed. "I was really really stupid. My parents had disowned me when I was eighteen. I desperately wanted to get back into their good graces. This man had a prestigious position and he was a good friend." She stopped. "He was one of my lovers. He was one of the men that first made Stevie a cuckold. He got a promotion at his job. It was a big promotion. He became a pillar of the community. I thought I could use his prestige to impress my mom and dad."

"So what did Stevie do?"

"That's what's truly amazing. He supported me. He loved me so much that he was willing to sacrifice himself for my own happiness."

"I don't understand."

The guys name was Roger. I was with Roger for about eight weeks. During that time Julie and Ricky got married. Stevie paid for their wedding." She shook her head. "Stevie's a prince." She smiled, "Anyway, at the wedding I was miserable. By that time I had figured out that all I really wanted in the world was to be with Stevie. At the same time Roger was becoming horribly possessive and horribly jealous. He knew I was a slut and he knew I loved Stevie. Both facts drove him crazy.

Sandra stopped for a moment. I looked at her. There were tears in her eyes. I put my arm around her. She smiled at me and kissed my cheek.

"Well I was miserable at the wedding. Roger wouldn't let me talk to Stevie. He wouldn't even let me look at him. Brenda helped me pass Stevie a note. In the note I told Stevie how miserable I was, how much I missed him, how much I still loved him and how much I thought he must hate me for doing what I did to him."

Sandra turned and looked into my eyes. "Do you know what Stevie wrote back to me?"

"No, tell me."

"I still have it memorized."

Sandra closed her eyes and started to speak:

"Dear Sandra

I once told you that my love for you is unconditional. I still mean that. Sandra I could never hate you. I will love you no matter what happens. Baby I will always love you.

Whenever you start to feel bad please remember that as long as I am alive, there is one permister in this world who loves you.

I miss you to.

I am glad you have your man back. In the time since you left me I have thought about this alot. If I was in your place and was suddenly presented with the opportunity to get my parents back, I might very well do exactly what you did. My mom and dad are both dead so it could never happen. Still, it helps me to understand the dilemma you are in.

Sandra I truly do love you. I once said to you in one of our kinky little ceremonies that your pleasure was all that mattered.

I meant what I said then and I still mean it now. Knowing that you have your man and lady back makes the pain that I am going through much easier.

I think that this fall I might leave the country for awhile. I have never been to Europe. I would like to see London, Paris and Rome.

If I am gone it might make it easier for you to make the transiton to loving Roger. Sandra I want you to be happy. If you are going to marry Roger, you must learn to love him and you have to forget me.

Stevie"

Sandra was crying now. "Willie he loved me so much that he was willing to go to Europe so that he would be out of the picture and I could learn to love Roger."

I smiled at Sandra. "Stevie is a wonderful man."

Sandra looked at me. "So are you Willie." She stopped. "Julie and I are both falling in love with you. Your exactly like both of our boys, your wonderful"

Sandra looked at me. "What neither Julie and I can understand is why your so angry. Roxanne made a horrible mistake, We know she really hurt you." Sandra looked at me. "But Willie, your a big man, a very big man. Your tough enough to shake that off without a second thought. Tell me what's going on."

I looked at Sandra and sighed. "If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone else?"

She looked at me. "No I won't make that promise Willie. Roxanne has a right to know. If you don't tell her I will."

I stared at Sandra for a long time. She stared back. Finally I said, "Okay."

I stared at the floor for several moments while I collected my thoughts then I looked at Sandra. "My lady and man died in car accident when I was seven. I went to live with my dad's older brother Albert. He was a farmer in east Iowa. He was a wonderful man. He loved me and took good care of me, but he was old. He was twenty years older than my dad. He was also a bachelor farmer. He was very conservative. He sheltered me."

I looked at Sandra."He used to say that nothing good happens after nine o'clock at night." Sandra and I both laughed."

"Well he kept me busy working on the farm after school and kept me very sheltered. I couldn't go to dances or football games or really do anything where I would be with other kids. He wasn't being mean, he was just afraid that something bad would happen to his boy. He loved me, but I was so very very lonely."

"At the end of October during my senior year in high school I talked him into letting me join the math club." I smiled at Sandra. "I know it was really nerdy and kind of lame, but I got to be with other kids. There was a girl there, her name was Marcy. We liked each other." I smiled at Sandra. "I sort of had a girlfriend."

I shook my head and smiled "The math club met every Wednesday after school. I lived for those Wednesday afternoons. I was so happy."

I took a deep breath. "Well one afternoon I had to go to the bathroom. While I was standing at the urinal four football players walked in. They looked at me. One of them said, "Hey we got us a math nerd.

"One of his buddies said, 'You know what we do with math nerds.'

"The first one started the chant. 'Swirlee, swirlee, swirlee.' All four of them picked up the chant. They grabbed me and dragged me to the toilet. They held my face in the bowl for a long time. I almost drowned. When they finally let me up, one of them punched me in the stomach. I doured over. He knocked the wind out of me. They left me there. I laid on the floor of the bathroom stall crying for a long time. When I finally managed to get up I looked at myself. My shirt was soaking wet. I couldn't go back to the math club. I was too ashamed. Eventually I went home. I couldn't tell anyone. My uncle would have just taken me out of the math club."

Sandra put her arms around me and hugged me. "Poor baby."

For awhile I laid with my face pressed against Sandra's breasts. It wasn't sexual. It was more like the comfort a lady gives her young.

After awhile I looked up at her. "I went back to the math club the next Wednesday. I didn't take any liquids at school all day. It worked. I didn't have to go to the bathroom and I got home safely."

I paused and took a deep breath. "The following week things didn't go so well. I didn't take any liquids again. Again I didn't use the bathroom, but this time it didn't matter. At least a dozen of them were waiting for me when I walked out of the mathclub room.

The guy who'd attacked me two weeks earlier stopped me and said, "Lookee here, it's Shirlee Swirlee. Where you been Shirlee? We missed you last week. We think your avoiding us.

"He grabbed me. I fought back but three of his friends helped him. They dragged me into the bathroom. Everyone was chanting, 'swirlee, swirlee, swirlee.'

"They pushed my face into the toilet and held me down. They flushed the toilet at least five times. When they were done they threw me on the floor and took turns kicking me. Everyone was laughing and chanting, "Shirley Swirlee, Shirley swirlee, Shirley swirlee.

"When they finally let me go I looked up. Marcy was staring at me. She shook her head, turned and walked out of the bathroom. She never acknowledged my existence again."

I looked at Sandra. "I never went back to the mathclub. Marcy never talked to me again." I started to cry. "They stoled my friends. They stoled my pathetic little social life. Why? I never did anything to them. What did they gain from it? Why did they have to hurt me?"

I started sobbing. Sandra held me and rocked me back and forth. "Let it out baby, let it all out."

For a long time I cried while Sandra rocked me. Finally she kissed my forehead. "Willie baby you can't let them beat you."

I looked up at her.

She smiled at me. "They stoled your friends once. They stoled your girlfriend once. Don't let them do it again."

I looked at Sandra. Suddenly It all became clear.

Roxanne was just as vulnerable as I was. She needed to be loved. She would do anything to be loved. She would have another man's baby, She would do what the group was doing even if it meant chanting swirlee while I was being used. We desperately needed each other. Seperately we were weak. Together we could feed off of each other and grow. Together we could become strong, but we had a long way to go. We had to be willing to forgive each other when we were weak.

I stood up. "Where's Roxanne?"

"She's at Brenda's"

I walked out the patio door and crossed to Brenda's house. When I entered the living room everyone was there. Julie, April and Brenda were surrounding Roxanne. She was crying. They were trying to comfort her.

I walked up to Roxanne. "I love you. Please forgive me. I forgot who we are. I forgot how much we need each other. Please take me back."

Roxanne stared at me. For a moment she was speechless, then she stood up. She started to cry. "Willie I am so sorry. I don't know why I acted the way I did. Please forgive me."

I smiled at her. "Roxanne, if you promise to forgive me, I'll forgive you."

She looked at me. "I don't understand why Willie, but yes of course I will forgive you. I love you. I will always forgive you."

I took her in my arms and kissed her. "I love you to Roxanne. Please don't ever leave me."

She hugged me. I won't Willie. Believe me, I won't"

Everyone in the room stood up and cheered.

Julie stood up and walked over to us. "That's not the proper way for a husband to makeup to his wife in this house." She grabbed Roxanne's hand. "Come on Roxie it's time to put your little cuckboy back in his place." She stopped for a moment. "Lets see, how shall we do this?"

Brenda laughed. "Have her sit on the arm of the red chair."

Julie nodded. "Oh yes, I like that."

Julie led Roxanne to the red chair and said, "Sit here baby."

Sandra was giggling. "I just love ceremonies."

Everyone including me, started to laugh.

Sandra turned to Stevie. "Sissyboy go take Mistress Roxanne's panties off."

Roxanne looked at me. "Are you okay with this baby?"

I nodded. "Yes, very much."

Roxanne grinned at me. She looked really happy. So was I. Our friends were incredibly smart people. This little pretend ceremony was breaking alot of tension.

Roxanne hiked her skirt up around her waist. Stevie pulled her panties down and took them off of her.

Roxanne spread her legs and exposed her naked pussy.

Sandra looked at me. "Alright Peewee, I think it's time for you to get on your knees and properly kiss your wife."

I got on my knees. Everyone clapped and cheered as I started to kiss and lick Roxanne's cunt.

Maddie stood up. "Julie, you have done an excellent job, but I really don't think that's the proper way for a cuck to give his wife a makeup kiss. I think Roxie needs to turn around."

Julie nodded. "Maddie as usual you are one hundred per cent correct."

Now Roxanne was giggling. She was having fun. She turned around and got on her knees on the chair. "Like this Maddie."

"Yes, but why don't you take your top off. There are two men in the room. I think your little cuckboy should know that the two men are looking at your gorgeous breasts while he's licking your ass."

Brenda laughed. "Maddie you have a wonderful mind. It's kind of sick, but wonderful."

Maddie smiled. "Bren I'll take that as a compliment."

Roxanne took her top off so that Jamister and Jamal could look at her breasts then she leaned forward so that I could lick her ass.

Sandra looked at everyone. "Julie and Maddie have created a wonderful scene, but I think we have to make sure that Peewee still understands that he's a cuckold."

She walked over to Jamister. "Sweetheart, would you please do the honors." She took his hand and led him to Roxanne. She unbuckled Jamister's belt, unzipped his pants and dropped his trousers and boxer shorts. Jasmister stood in front of my wife with his cock sticking straight out.

Roxanne again turned to me. "Willie is this okay?"

I laughed. "Not if you call me Willie. I think that if your going to suck Jamister's cock, you had better start calling me Peewee again."

Roxanne giggled. "Okay Peewee."

Everyone clapped.

Roxanne picked up Jamister's cock and started to kiss the shaft. She quickly worked her way down to his balls. As she sucked on his balls Jamister grinned and said to everyone, "This woman knows what she's doing."

Roxanne looked up at him and smiled. "Lets see how you like this baby." She put the head of his cock into her mouth and started sucking it."

Both of them knew that this was just part of a mock ceremony. There was no attempt on either of their parts to prolong their pleasure. It was a very short time before Jamister was ejaculating into my wife's mouth.

When he was done, he stepped back. Roxanne turned over and pulled me up to her. As she kissed me she passed all of Jamister's semen from her mouth to mine.

Sandra giggled and said, "Peewee, every cuck in this room has tasted Jamister's cum. You're now a true member of the family."

Roxanne pulled me onto the chair with her. She put her arm around me and kissed my cheek as we cuddled up to each other."

Julie looked at Sandra, Ricky and Stevie. "Is it time to ask them?"

Stevie looked at Julie. "Yes Jules I think it's time. Would you like to do it."

She smiled. "Yes, very much." She looked at us. "Sandra, Stevie, Ricky and I have been talking. We really like you two. We were wondering if you would like to move in here and live with us."

Sandra looked at Roxanne and I. "It was really fun when the two of you stayed overnight last Saturday. We think there was plenty of room in the bed."

Roxanne looked at me. "Peewee, could we?"

I smiled at everyone. "There is absolutely nothing in this world that I would like better."

Julie clapped her hands and said, "yes!"

I looked at Roxanne. She was beaming. I don't think I had ever seen her this happy.

Jamister sat down on the couch. As he sat down he said, "all right girls, what's the chance that we can get some slaves to rustle up a little dinner. I'm starved."

Sandra looked at her boyfriend and smiled. "What are you hungry for studman?"

"How about if I take everyone out to dinner tonight."

Everyone turned and looked at me.

Stevie smiled and said, "Willie, your part of the family now. The family pays for everything. We'll fill you in on how it works over the next day or so."

"I would still like to take everyone to dinner. Roxanne and I have a favorite restaurant. Its not expensive and we would really like to take you there."

"Willie Sammy just serves beer. These people don't take much beer."

"I sure as hell do. It sounds great to me. Can we leave now." We all turned and started laughing. It was Jamister. Our big friend was obviously hungry.

Sandra turned to Stevie. "Honey get your buddy some cheese and crackers so he doesn't die of starvation while were figuring out dinner."

Stevie went to the kitchen.

I turned to Roxanne. "Sweetheart, Sammy serves food. In this state that means he has a beer and wine license."

Roxanne shook her head. "I'm willing to bet that most of Sammy's wine comes from a box."

I nodded in agreement. "I am sure that's true, but Sammy's license also gives him corking privileges."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that for a fee he can open and serve us wine that we bring with us."

"Are you sure?"

"Call him and ask him."

Julie tossed Roxanne a telephone.

Roxanne dialed the number. "Hello Sammy this is Roxie."

"Oh you heard."

"Yeah it was pretty ugly."

"He's doing okay now. He was pretty upset for a couple of days. We had some good friends who helped us through it."

"Yes we want you to meet them. Sammy that's why I'm calling."

"Yes I know it's spaghetti night."

Jamister clapped his hands and said, "All right!"

Julie put her hand over his mouth and said, "hush now."

"Listen Sammy, our friends like good wine."

"Yes that was what Willie and I thought."

"Sammy can we bring our own wine and pay you for opening it and serving it?"

"No Sammy, this is your business. Were going to pay for the service."

"Listen Sammy either you put it on the bill or we put it on the tip." Roxanne started laughing."We will not duke it out with you."

"Okay Sammy were coming now. We have one very hungry friend. He's going to need a plate of spaghetti as soon as we get there."

"Thanks Sammy, Love you to."

Roxanne set the phone down and looked at me. "I guess we had better stop and buy some wine."

"We don't need to do that." Stevie was just coming out of the kitchen. He was carrying a plate with several pieces of cheese and some crackers. He handed the plate to Jamister.

Jamister smiled and said, "thanks buddy."

Stevie nodded to his friend then looked at us. "I'll go down stairs and pull six bottles of wine." He turned to the girls. "Go get ready, we leave in fifteen minutes."

Sandra looked at Brenda. "Listen to boss cuck."

Jamister swallowed a mouthful of cheese and cracker and said, "I agree with him. Ladies go get your cute asses dressed. Were leaving in fifteen minutes."

Brenda looked at Sandra and laughed. "Now we have boss cuck and boss stud." She turned to Roxanne. "Do we need to be dressed up for this place."

Roxanne laughed. "No Sammy's is very casual. Jeans will be just fine."

Julie clapped her hands. "Alright, this sounds like my kind of place." She turned to Roxanne and Sandra. "Come on girls, lets go home and get dressed."

I smiled when I heard her say that. I was pretty sure that Roxanne and I were going to love living with these people.

Just as Julie, Sandra and Roxanne were about to walk out the door Jamal stood up. "I am sorry everyone I can't go with you. I have to go back to the hospital. I traded a few hours with another resident to be able to be here this afternoon." He turned to Maddie. "Babe I should be home early tomorrow morning. If there are any hot guys at this place, pick one out and give him a blow job."

Maddie kissed Jamal. "Sweetheart, I'd rather be sucking your big black cock."

Jamal laughed. "I'll take you up on that when I get home in the morning."

He turned to me. "Willie, welcome to the family."

I looked at him. "Thankyou Jamal." I stopped for a moment. "I really appreciate the fact that you took time off this afternoon to help me. Thankyou very much."

Jamal smiled. "Willie I have only known you for a little while, but I am pretty sure you would have done the same thing for me if our situations were reversed."

"I like to think I would. Listen if there is ever anything I could do for you..."

"Willie now that you mention it there is."

"What's that?"

"Maddie really loves having her ass licked. I am not a submissive cuck. It's something she doesn''t get very often. Would you see that she gets a little attention in that area some time tonight?"

I turned to Roxanne. She smiled, "Jamal he would love to do that." She turned to Maddie. "You can borrow Peewee for a little while when we get back from Sammy's tonight. He has a very active little tongue. I am sure you will enjoy him."

Maddie smiled at me. "I am sure I will."

Another fabulous run GH. I think you handled that so well. Now I just need to know whether poor old Willie turns the other cheek (I would understand) or whether he really finds a way to stick one over on the ranch boys (much preferred). I'm just loving it all though. Thanks.

Peak

Thanks, I appreciate your feedback. I was a little concerned about how this was going over. People have been very quiet about comments.

As to what is going to happen with the Ranch boys, that is a decision that Jamister and Willie are discussing.

GH

gh,

i was a little worried where you were going also. i have not bee

sorry i have not been on a lot lately and have been remiss on my duties

to let the author know that he is doing a wonderful job. please keep up

the great work. i know this takes a lot of time to do it right and you are

definately doing it right.

sallyann

Hi GH, long time...

Just caught up on this one and OMG!!! You're even better than before. Unless you've done that already, you should really consider turning pro!

Sally ann

Thankyou for your comments. You are always very good about giving feedback. We all have obligations in real life that keep us busy.

As I once said to another reader, the beauty of the written word is that it waits patiently for us to read it.

I am glad your enjoying the story. As I said to Peak, I was a little worried about how the serious part was going over.

Thanks again

GH

Hi Alcale

Nice to see you around here. I miss your posts. They were always excellent.

Thankyou for the comment. I am sure you know as well as anyone how much comments are appreciated.

I am glad you like the story. I have really enjoyed writing it.

GH

Miraculously the girls were all ready to go in less thn fifteen minutes. I think that Jamister was very grateful.

Ricky and Mark had both Lincolns parked in front of Brenda, April and Maddie's house. We were just getting ready to leave when Brenda stopped everyone.

"Roxanne, are there going to be men at Sammy's?"

Roxanne smiled and said, "Oh yes, some very good looking men."

"I see, then I think that our cucks are not properly controlled right now."

April nodded. "Good thinking Bren" She turned to her husband. "Markie fetch your cage, bring Bobby's as well."

Julie turned to Ricky. "footboy fetch our cages. Be sure to bring the new lock we bought for Peewee's cage."

Jamister sighed and sat down again. "A man could starve to death in this house."

Maddie walked over and sat down next to him. "Poor baby, how about if I do something to help you take your mind off of food." She unzipped his pants and took out his huge cock. It was already getting hard.

She leaned over and started giving Jamister a blow job.

Ricky and Mark quickly returned with the cages. Our wives locked them in place.

Just as they were putting their necklaces on Jamister said, "Maddie honey, I am about to cum."

Maddie jumped up and pulled her slacks down. She bent over the arm of the chair and said, "Jamister cum all over my ass."

Jamister stood up and got behind her.

April came over. "Can I lend a hand."

Jamister laughed. " April, I would love that."

April stood behind Jamister, grabbed hold of his huge erection, pointed it at Maddie's asshole and and started jacking him off. It was a matter of seconds before Jamister shot several spurts of semen onto Maddie's gorgeous rear end."

Maddie turned to Roxanne. "Roxie can I borrow your cute little cuckboy for a few moments right now?"

Roxanne slapped my butt and said, "Get busy Peewee."

I got on my knees behind Maddie. She sighed as she felt me start to lick Jamister's cum out of the crack of her ass."

Jamister laughed and said, "That boy has eaten so much of my cum this evening that he's not going to have any room for spaghetti."

When I was done licking up all of Jamister's semen I spread the cheeks of Maddie's ass and pushed my tongue into her asshole as far as I could. I didn't have to, but I thought that she would enjoy it.

She did. She closed her eyes and her breathing started to get quicker.

Sandra turned to Stevie. "Go play with her clit."

Stevie knelt down next to Maddie and started to rub her clitoris while I licked her asshole. It took just a few seconds for the two of us to bring her to an orgasm.

When her climax finally subsided, Maddie slumped down on the couch. She laid still for a few minutes enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. Finally she stood up, turned around and pulled me up on my feet.

She kissed me and said, "Thankyou Peewee. That was really nice." She turned to Roxanne, "Your right, he does have an active little tongue. You have him very well trained."

Roxanne smiled at Maddie and said, "Thankyou."

Jamister zipped up his pants, looked at all of us and said, "Can we please go to dinner now."

We walked in the door. Sammy looked up. He broke into a big smile. "Roxie and Willie, my two favorite people in the whole world."

We stepped right up to the bar. Roxanne leaned over and kissed Sammy.

He smiled. "your gonna make Mrs. Sammy awful jealous if you keep doin that."

Roxanne giggled. "You just say the word big guy and I'll do all kinds of things that will make Mrs. Sammy jealous."

Sammy smiled. "Roxie your makin me blush."

He turned to me. "Willie I heard about all that stuff up at Bob's Auto Ranch. Bob called me. He felt real bad about it. He told me to tell ya he's real sorry about it. Ya know he canned them guys that did it."

I smiled. "Thanks Sammy. Yeah I heard they got fired."

Sammy reached below the bar and pulled out his baseball bat. "I wish I'd been there. I would let em have it with my old Louisville Slugger here."

I laughed. "Sammy I wish you any your Louisville Slugger had been there to."

He looked over my shoulder. "Hey you guys gonna introduce me to all these gorgeous dolls you brought with ya."

Roxanne smiled. "we sure are Sammy." She turned. "This is Sandra, the blonde next to her is Julie."

Sammy looked at the tattoos on Julie's arm. He grinned, rolled up his sleeves and exposed his tattoos. "Julie honey I got more than you do"

Julie laughed. "Sammy I'm in love with you already."

Roxanne pointed to the Stevie and Ricky. "Sammy, the two guys behind Sandra and Julie are Stevie and Ricky. Stevie's married to Sandra and Ricky's married to Julie."

Sammy nodded. "Hey I like you two already. Ya know everyone at Sammy's has to have a name that ends in a 'y'."

Roxanne pointed to Brenda. "The gorgeous brunette is Brenda. We call her Bren."

Sammy waved. "Hey Bren." He paused. "Brendy sounds dumb. We'll wave the y rule for you. Bren will be just fine."

The guy next to her is her husband Bobby."

Sammy nodded. "Bobby's a good name." He smiled, "Welcome to Sammy's Bobby."

"The woman next to Bren is April. Her husband Markie is next to her."

Sammy looked at April. He smiled and said, "your just about the sweetest looking girl I've ever seen. He laughed. "We'll call you Sweetie." He looked at Mark and said, "Markie my friend if I was thirty years younger I'd do everything I could to steal that woman away from you."

I looked at April. She was blushing.

Sammy looked at me. "Don't ever tell Mrs. Sammy that I said that. Janice would beat the ever lovin tar out of me."

Roxanne scowled. "Sammy she would not. Janice is a very sweet woman."

Sammy grinned. "Roxie you didn't know her when she was on the pro wrestling circuit."

"Sammy quit now, your making that up." Roxanne paused. "Could you be serious for a moment so we can finish the introductions?"

"Oh okay, but only for a moment."

Everyone was smiling. It was hard not to like Sammy.

"Alright, can we proceed?"

Sammy nodded.

The other gorgeous brunette is Maddie. She's not married, but she's engaged to a man who is a surgery resident at the University Hospital."

Sammy looked at Maddie. "It's nice to meet you Maddie. You must be very proud of your fiance."

Maddie looked at Sammy for a moment, then smiled. "Yes Sammy, I am."

"The tall gentleman in the back is Jamister Mathews."

Sammy looked at Jamister and said, "Aint there a big time lawyer named Jamister Mathews?"

Jamister smiled and said, "Sammy I don't know how bigtime I am, but I am certainly a lawyer and I gather that I have quite a reputation."

Sammy laughed. "We aint gonna worry about the y rule for you. We'll call you anything you wanna be called."

Jamister laughed. "Jamister works pretty good."

Sammy nodded. "Jamister I'm just guessing that your the one who's starving to death."

Jamister grinned at Sammy. "I sure am."

Sammy looked at us and said, "Please exuse me for a minute." He ran into the kitchen. After a moment he came back out with a basket piled high with garlic bread. He handed it to me. "Willie would you see that this goes straight to our hungry friend." He looked at Jamister. "I just took it out of the oven."

As I was passing the bread back to Jamister, Sammy said, "You guys said you was bringin some classy wine. Why don't you give it to me and I'll open it up and get you some glasses." He looked at Roxanne. "You guys want some beer to."

Roxanne smiled and said, "A pitcher of your finest Sammy."

GH,
Turning pro is a whole new ball game I think. You would have to write for the buying market. I think its different. Still, Alcale is right (and good himself). The great beauty about all your stories is that the sexy bits are so exciting and unpredictable but also that the story bits are so readable and interesting. You really care about your characters and that makes us care too. Thanks again for being here.

GH, am glad you are glad, you make such an effort ,and it is appreciated

gh, superb as always. peakmb is right, you really do make us care about the characters, i feel like i'm reading about people i really know (i wish!) i join the chorus of thanks!!! priss

Right then! You had me going, literally. Too close to home, different kind of "Public School," same sort. I was lucky enough to have an enormous and intelligent friend, but even with that... The good part is my Wife knew me then and thought it cute. Cute is good. You brought me back, along with rest of the crew, very nicely. I won't loose relax.
There is such a difference between a good Top and a mean permister. You have brought it out in this story. Forget fiction. Self help is where the money lies.
bd-owned

Gentlemen

I thank all of you. I have no illusions about being a profressional writer. It was a very nice thing for Alcale to say, but Peak said it well. Writing for a broader audience is another situation.

Writing is a hobby for me. I am enjoying it. I am not a craftsman. I do not know when to say she will lie down and she will lay down. I do not know the difference between then and than. I found a grammar web site with google and it has helped me alot.

I love the freedom of this web site. I can write what I want.

All of you have correctly perceived what I am trying to do. I want to create charachters that we would like to know. I love Priss's comment, "I feel like I am reading about people I know - I wish."

Priss I wish I knew them to. When life is very difficult, when work is demanding and stressful, I would love to be able to go live on Oak Grove Drive in Sandra and Julie's house.

I tried to create some charachters like Stevie, Ricky, Jamister, Julie and Sandra that may exhibit permisteral qualities that we can aspire to. They are kind and caring. They forgive and love without reservation. Most of all they are nice.

I have tried to put some messages into my stories. Brenda and Bobby was my first. It is the most one dimensional. April's story is my most ambitious attempt and I think my best effort. I retreated from it last spring because it became too challenging. I intend to return to it soon and finish it.

Bd icqicq you did a very nice summation of what I was trying to do with the scene in Roxanne and Willie that I just completed. Bullying is something our young people are exposed to on a regular basis. As adults it is our obligation to make sure that all kids understand that bullying is not a manly thing to do.

At one time I was a teacher by trade. I remember encountering two adolscents who were bullying an autistic kid. I took them to an office and sat them down. I asked them if they went to church. They both told me that they went every Sunday. I asked if it would be okay if I called their minister and asked him to make an announcement in church about how they had been beating up an autistic young in school. They declined the offer and never bothered the young man again.

As adults it is our obligation to teach young people that kindness is manly. Bullying is the act of a coward.

I have tried to make the idea that domination must be done with caring regard and love, a central theme in my stories.

I have also tried hard to follow the theme that love makes us stronger. It was the reamister I created Julie. Julie was loved by Stevie and learned to love herself. It is also the central theme of Roxanne and Willie. Go back and read the segment where Roxanne tells Willie about her younghood. Roxanne is starved for love.

Sorry I guess I am starting to drone on. The truth about me is that I am an old bore.

The fact is very simple. I enjoying creating these stories and I am happy that there are some people out there enjoying them.

I thankyou for taking the time to tell me. Your comments are very important to me.

By the way my outpout my slow down for a bit. I am going on a vacation soon, but also I have finished my outline. I am not sure where I am going next.

GH

PS These comment sections are the only time I don't prewrite and proof read my posts. It shows.

Bd icq icq - The best fiction is self help. Have you ever seen the play or movie Harvey. The movie is best, it has Jimmy Stewart. In the story, Elwood P. Dowd ( Jimmy Stewart in the movie) is relating some advice his man had given him. - In this world you either have to be oh so very smart or oh so very nice. He smiles and says, I choose nice. - That's pretty good self help. This world would be a pretty good place if we all chose nice.

Stevie chooses nice

GH

While Sammy was opening our wine and pouring the beer the girls turned and surveyed the crowd. There must have been a least thirty unattached men in the room.

Julie turned to Brenda. "This is kind of like a slut wife toy store."

Brenda laughed, "Jules I think were going to have some fun tonight."

Stevie shook his head. "Everyone eats before you go play. None of you had much for lunch."

April poked Sandra in the ribs. "Your boy is not only boss cuck, he's also mom cuck."

Sandra smiled. "It's kind of nice isn't it."

April laughed. "Yes it is."

Stevie patted Sandra on the butt. "You guys pick a table. We'll start ferrying over plates of spaghetti and beverages."

Julie leaned over to Sandra. "Boss cuck is back."

Sandra nodded. "I think I like mom cuck better."

Jamister stopped eating garlic bread for a moment. "Boss cuck is right, lets find a table and eat."

Brenda turned to him. "Don't talk with your mouthful dear."

Jamister shook his head, "I don't even live with you guys and I'm getting nagged."

Brenda laughed. "Honey you spend more time at our house than you do at your office."

Jamister smiled. "The fringe benefits at you house are much better than they are at my office."

Brenda poked him. "Well sweetie if you want anymore fringe benefits from us you'll listen to slut mom here and start chewing your food before you talk."

Jamister looked at Bobby. "Robert my friend you have my condolences. Your life must be tough."

Brenda looked at her husband. "Robert dear, be very careful how you respond to Mr. Mathews. Both of you are very close to becoming soprano's in the Vienna Boys Choir."

Jamister put his arm around Bobby. "Come on buddy. I think we had better go sit down before we get into more trouble."

I turned. Sandra and Julie were pushing two tables together. Mark and April were finding chairs.

As Bobby and Jamister were walking to the table, Bobby shook his head, "I haven't said a word and I am being threatened with castration."

Jamister smiled. "Bobby she was just teasing."

Bobby looked at Jamister, "you don't know my wife."

Jamister laughed. "As your lawyer I remind you that you have the right to remain silent."

Bobby grinned at his friend. "I think we had both better take that advice for the next few minutes."

We finished our dinner. Everyone agreed that Sammy's spaghetti was outstanding.

As Sammy was clearing away our dishes Sandra looked at everyone and said, "I think its time for the cucks to go sit at the bar. There are some very cute guys in here. Boy's It's playtime for your wives."

We all got up. As we stood Sandra looked at Jamister. "Baby do you mind joining the cucks tonight? I really would like to meet a new guy and slip out to his car with him for a little while."

Jamister smiled at Sandra. "Don't worry about me sweetheart. I've already had two nice blowjobs this evening. I am very content talking at the bar with the cucks."

Sandra looked at her husband. "Stevie honey would you be sure to keep Jamister entertained while I'm playing around?"

Stevie grabbed his friend. "Come on Jamister, I'll get you a fresh mug of beer."

Jamister laughed as he stood up. "Now that's an offer I can't refuse."

As we all walked to the bar I smiled. "You know your a cuckold when your wife asks you to entertain her boyfriend while she picks up another guy.

At least a dozen guys watched with interest as we left our wives unattended at the table and walked to the bar.

Our wives immediately went to work. They used the same technique that they employ so successfully at Baxters.They each picked out a man that they found attractive. They got his attention by brazenly staring at him. Once they had his attention they began lasciviously licking their lips.

They're hunting aggressive men. If their victim doesn't respond to this approach, if he doesn't come over and immediately engage them, then he is merely demonstrating that he isn't the kind of man they are seeking. They quickly move on to another guy.

Roxanne had never done this before, but she is an intelligent permister. She watched Brenda and Julie. She saw what they were doing and immediately began imitating them.

It wasn't long before each of the women had successfully lured a man into the vacant chair next to them.

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes we sat at the bar and watched our wives seduce their prey. They are all s*******ed coquets. They tease and flirt with their victims until they have them completely ensnared, then they pounce.

This evening it was Roxanne who sprang the trap. It was appropriate. They were hunting in her back yard. She knew the terrain.

She looked at everyone at the table and said, "The game room seems to be empty, why don't we all go back there. I would love to shoot some pool."

The guy she was sitting with stood up. "Roxie honey I can't think of anything I would rather do right now than shoot a little pool with you."

The entire table murmured their agreement and followed Roxanne and her man to the privacy of the game room.

As they walked passed us Roxanne turned to me and said, "Peewee, get a couple of pitchers of beer and a couple of bottles of wine and bring them to the game room. I think our men might get thirsty while we play pool." She smiled at me. "You might also ask Sammy to put on a little dance music for us."