Roxanne and Willie - The soap opera continues

We got two pitchers of beer. two bottles of wine and lots of glasses. We also got two large bowls of popcorn. Ricky, Stevie, Bobby, Mark and I put everything on trays and carried them to the game room.

When we walked in, everyone of our wives was locked in a passionate embace with her man. We noticed that there were already four other guys at the pool table. Our wives didn't seem to care. I thought to myself that this was going to get very interesting.

As soon as she saw us, Brenda broke off her kiss and pointed to two tables in the corner. "Cucks, set everything over there, then get the fuck out of here."

Maddie laughed. "We'll call you if we need you."

Sandra looked at Stevie. "Sissyboy have one cuck stand in the doorway just in case we want something. Have the rest of the cucks stand guard outside. Don't let anyone else come into this room." She turned to her man and kissed him on the lips, then she turned back to her husband. "I think we are going to want some privacy."

As soon as we'd set everything down on the tables Stevie nodded to us and said, "Come on guys, we'd better get out of here."

We followed him out of the game room. When we were outside he stopped. We all gathered around him. "Sandra is letting one of us stay so that he can tell the rest of us what's going on." He turned to Mark. "You take the first shift."

Mark went back inside the game room door.

Stevie looked at the rest of us. "Bobby and Ricky pull a table over here and get chairs for all of us. Peewee get us a pitcher of beer, a bottle of wine and some glasses. Also make sure Sammy is cool with what's going on. Tell him that we will be sure that none of his other customers figure out what's happening."

As I was walking to the bar Stevie called to me. "Hey Peewee, tell Jamister to get a couple bowls of popcorn and join us at the table."

I waved. "I'm on it Stevie."

This response is due to a thread created by weakwhiteboy in the interracial cuckold forum

Gentlemen

I will not attempt to dispute your statistics. The rate of pregnancy among african american teenagers continues to be alarming.

There has indeed been a significant reduction in the rate since 1981. The reduction has been the result of intensive efforts by a number of social servide agencies. Still the rate continues to be uanacceptable.

My objection is how you use your statistics. You attempt to draw conclusions about all african americans from this.

Gentleman your discussion demeans the efforts of the African American parents who work hard to raise their youngren in a loving caring environment. Gentleman there are large numbers of these parents in this country.

Weakwhiteboy and Mr. Riske you are participating in the worst form of predjudice.

You cannot judge individuals based on the assumed traits of a group that they belong to. Every human being regardless of race, religion, gender or national origin deserves the tight to be judged on the merits of their owns permisteral successes or failures.

Gentleman I would hate to have a permister come to America for the very first time, meet the two of you and make judgements about me based on his impressions of you.

Weakwhiteboy, for the past several weeks I have observed you spewing your vitriolic filth on your threads. It has been my hope that you would just go away. Sadly you seem to be quite persistent in your desire to vomit bigotry and hatred all over this site.

We live in a county that has freedom of speech. I would never question your right to state you ignorant point.

I do question a web site that tolerates it.

For that reamister I will no longer post on this site.

Mr BigCuckold I ask that you remove all of my posts from this site at your earliest opportunity.


Weakwhiteboy and Mr. Riske

My grandlady used to say that really stupid people should try to say as little as they possibly can. She believed that that if they were really quiet it might take other people a longer time to figure out just how stupid they are.

I suggest that the two of you heed this advice.

To my readers, goodby its been a great run.

Goodhusband

Mr Big Cuckold,
Up to now, I have always believed that tolerance, even of complete idiots, is something we should do. This site, after all has a broad readership with one common feature, nothing to do with racial intolerance.

However, you must accept that the strength of the site lies not in its membership, many of whom never post (which is normal) but its contributors to the reamister it exists. Where would you be without people such as Mclaren and Goodhusband ? I would submit not where you are today but somewhere considerably less. Deduct the one line postings with adverts/links to pay sites. Deduct the one off comments of support or attack. Far fewer would continue to come to what is left.

I'm sure this started as a bit of fun for you. I hope it still is. The site in the meantime though, has become the premier free cuck site on the internet. There are others that touch on the subject but none have the range of stories, captions and films as this one. I believe that when you reach the the top, you have to behave like it. The one thing you must maintain is the quality of your postings, or your visitors (and advertisers) will go elsewhere.

Racism in any form should never be tolerated. You alone have the ability to keep it off your site. I don't think its too difficult to split racial comments which flow as part of the cucky angst in a story from that which are purely there to stir up hatred and which have no story attached. Most western countries have free speech but they still have racial use laws. I don't think you need to act like nanny but you do need to act like the man of the site. Just remove the worst offenders. You know who they are.

And bring back Goodhusband, we want him, you need him.

GoodHusband and all those tempted to cease contributing to this site.
By not contributing are you not handing Weakwhiteboy and Mr. Riske (and those others like them) victory?
Would not a better strategy be to continue contributing despite them?
This is a difficult situation fraught with the rights of speech against those of inciting or promoting unwelcome views.

i just registered after reading semiregular on the site since november 2006. i didnt plan to register but i want goodhusband to continue posting so i am supporting him in the action he took.

/a casual visitor

double post sorry

GH, Ive been reading your stories for a week now. You are a fantastic and talented writer, please dont stop.

i strongly ask you to keep posting. If you quit you are letting the assholes win.

I think your messages about the importance of love and being nice should not be shut down because of the spewing of mindless mendicants. Fly the flag, Goodhusband and don't retreat!

Mr Big Cuckold,

I joined this site sole to read Goodhusband's stories. I have expanded out to the other forums because he mentioned items of interest. Now he is mentioning items of hate. What is fixable, fix, what isn't, tell us why.
bd-owned

Mr. Big Cuckold,
The others are right. As a fairly frequent visitor and occasional writer I have enjoyed the site immensely, but there is no place here for the racist crap spewed by the aforementioned individuals. Beyond the fact that it is hateful, bigoted and ill-informed, it is off topic.
Dump them from your site and let them go to the Nazi, KKK, and Aryan Nation related sites with the other hate mongers.
You were lucky enough to attract a talented and prolific writer in GoodHusband. His departure could be just the beginning of the breakdown of a site into which you have poured a great deal of effort.
As Barney Fife would say, nip it in the bud. Nip it, nip it, nip it!

I continue to monitor the discussion on this web site. I am sure that there are some of you who will say, "why doesn't he just go away?"

My answer is simple. I have put a great deal of time and energy into posting stories on this web site since I joined it this past fall. My stories have become a favorite hobby of mine. Leaving this site is not something that I can do lightly.

This does not mean that I have changed my position. My resolve is every bit as strong as it was last week.

I do wish to respond to some points that were made by other posters.

Missy suggested that I should be tolerant because weakwhiteboy was posting on an interracial thread.

Missy, weakwhiteboy is not posting erotica. He is posting opinions, opinions that I feel are laced with hatred and predjudice.

If weakwhiteboy's post looked like this, "The beautiful young woman fell to her knees and pulled her long blonde hair away from her face. She unzipped her black stud's trousers and gasped as she freed his huge ebony erection.", I would probably read and ednjoy his posts.

Missy I have no problem with interracial erotica. "Sass Pulls a Train" is the best erotic movie to be posted on this site. Multiorgasmic Mary's movies are a very close second.

Missy, weakwhiteboy does not post erotica, he posts hates speech.

Russian Wife talked about weakwhiteboys right to free speech.

In my initial statement I recognized his right to say what he said. My point is that I do not have to support the forum that allows him to be heard.

In the last Presidential election the Republicans did not publish the views of John Kerry and the Democrats did not publish the views of George Bush.

Freedom of speech does not include the obligation to provide a forum. I doubt that most mainstream newspapers would print weakwhiteboys comments on their editorial pages.

Russian wife suggested that I was acting like a spoiled young.

I disagree. Weakwhiteboys views are extreme. They are filled with hatred. They represent ideas that I was raised to loathe.

I spend alot of time writing stories that I post on this site. My three storie, "Brenda and Bobby", "Sandra and Stevie" and "Roxanne and Willie have attracted nearly 80,000 hits since I started writing them.

My three captioned pic posts attracted another 70,000 hits before I removed the pictures because of the legal question that was raised on this site a month ago.

I do not think I am being egotistical when I say that my stories do attract readers to this site.

Please do not misunderstand me. I am not saying this to brag. I am pointing this out so you will understand why I am doing what I am doing. I cannot support a site that allows someone to post comments that are so blatantly opposed to everything that I have been come to believe in as an adult.

Please believe me Russian Wife. I do not do this lightly. Writing has become one of my passions. Posting on this site was a great pleasure for me. I do not gve it up easily.

GH

GH

My wholehearted support to you.

I guess you'll know how close I am to your feelings. My story-lines are much less elaborate than yours and rely primarily on pics. That takes up a lot of time already (or it used to, I've scaled down my contributions significantly), so I can only imagine how much of yourself you invest in these great stories of yours.

I value free speech as much as anyone.

Free speech is also leaving a place when you stop being confortable with it. That place can be cuckoldplace.

If GH doesnt feel confortable here anymore because the number of morons and their hate messages is growing, then it his right to stop contributing and leave.

The vast majority of well-meaning members of this great site should also start thinking. What do you want?

Did you become a member here to read moronic hate contributions, or to read stories like GH's, mine, or other useful contributors?

Given the number of views of GH's posts, mine and the likes of huwen and sean@bu to cite but a few, I'm guessing the debating society is not what you prefer.

I've been a member here for a long while, and I've seen people who had posted loads of great material leave and delete it all because of the use they received. Gmeth and slavelow are the 1st 2 that spring to mind. The people who drove them to leave had, funnily enough, not contributed much that as worth visiting the site for.

Do you want GH to leave as well? Do you realise it wont stop with GH?

The same goes to Mr Big C. You know how much I respect you. But ask yourself this:
What does your forum live off? Online advertising
How do you maximise your ad revenue? By having more members and more page views
What do you risk by letting people like Gmeth, GH, slavelow or myself leave and delete everything? A less interesting forum and less pages views, therefore less revenues
What do you risk by banning hate speech and members who thrive on it? Pissing off a couple of morons ho never contributed anything useful in the 1st place. Jamesriske might be the only one who both contributed great stuff and dished out racist comments. And he's more of a provocateur who needs attention than a genuine nuisance anyway.
Most other forums draw the line much earlier in hate speech and enpower it. There might be a lesmister there.

So, to all of you members who always read/view someone else's work and never comment: Take 30 secs of your time and write a message of support to GH. Write that you dont support the racists here and their hate messages.

To Mr Big C, think about good business sense, even if it means slightly more moderation costs. At the end of the day, GH, myself and others are far more responsible for the success of your forum than a guy like weakwhiteboy.

A few more thoughts.

At a permisteral level, I was lucky enough to receive minimal use whilst here. But for sure, the fact that hate speech members stick around and keep hassling well meaning contributors pisses me off.

I wont give in to the bullies, and I have stood up to them in the past. I have to be honest and say that I was disappointed to see that only very few people seem to care that they proliferate.
Yes, they are inherent to the success of a forum and they can never be controlled 100%. But more can be done. And more decent people, which almost all of you are, can make their voices heard.

I have not left the site. I have not deleted all my contributions. The primary reamister why I scaled down my contributions is time. And that obscure legal compliance stuff on whoch I still havent had a clear explanation. I'm still in 2 minds about it all. Sometimes I feel like giving it all up and deleting it all because it's just not the nice and friendly forum I joined 18 months ago. Sometimes a new member throws himself at the deep end and his contributions make me want to post the way I used to last year.

GH, back to you. Do what you feel confortable with. I hope you get more support and the moderation becomes more stringent. We would miss you greatly.

Mr. Big Cuckold.

i'd just like to add my support of goodhusband. i don't read everything on this site, i come on exclusively to read gh's stories and check out the captioned pics section. i haven't read the comments that have driven gh away, so i can't comment on those people, other then to say it's a shame that a few knuckleheads can cause someone like gh to leave. i don't pretend to know the policy here, but i've been on other sites and in other groups, and when someone writes racial slurs or hate mail or young porn, they're just banned. seems simple enough to me. prissy

gh, you are sorely missed man! i'm hoping every day that something can be worked out to get you back. priss

Mr. Big Cuckold:

i must add my voice in support of GH, Alcale,prissy and all the other great contributors to this site. Please get rid of the racist flamers...free speech does not mean that you are obliged to give them a forum to spout their vitriole.

I understand this is a very important holiday for you. It seems on a day where you celebrate your independence from what we like to call the Commonwealth Corporation, it would be a good time to resolve this issue.

The tease message where GoodHusband said he'd continue to monitor this thread gives us all hope. Let us know, one way or the other, with a short "There will be no more." Then, if you say this and nothing else, we can stop coming back here in the hope you will change your mind.

If you are wavering, in the slightest, let us know as well. Then we can continue to monitor the thread.
bd-owned

I liked the story up untill about one half way down page 13,13 is unlucky

thankyou goodhusband

GH, like many of the other posters here, I want to thank you for the time you've taken to write your stories for us.

Freedom of speech is one thing, and posts intended to piss people off and get under their skin is quite another. With freedom of speech comes responsibility, and the offending posters lose that right when they ignore that responsibility, and act like trolls. Many great messageboards have been ruined by this so called, "Freedom."

I think that the board could stand to lose a couple of muck-rakers, if the alternative is losing a positive, contributing member, like goodhusband.

When I was a freshman in college I played on a terrible football team. We weren't competitive. In highschool I had played on a team that won every game. The change from winning to losing was very disheartening.

I went to my man and told him that I wanted to quit playing football.

He looked at me and said, "Boy (that really is what he called me) You can quit playing football if you like, but it would be my preference that you wait until the end of the seamister. It's a good idea to try to finish the things that you start.

I believe he is right.

If you don't mind, I would like to try to finish "Roxanne and Willie" and "April's story". I also have two other stories in the works, but I'll worry about those when I am done with these.

That being said, here's a new installment of Roxanne and Willie.

GH

I walked over to Jamister at the bar. "Hey Jas were all moving to a table outside the gameroom. How about if you get some popcorn and join us. I'm getting some beer and wine."

"Sounds good, What's happening in the game room?"

"I suspect that its about to become the fellatio room."

Jamister started to laugh. "PW, I have never quite heard it put like that, but I do believe that with these girls your right on the money." He started smiling. "Maybe Sammy can get a sign made for the door."

Jamister walked over to the popcorn machine. I turned to look for Sammy. As I turned I noticed that the place was practically empty. I looked at the clock behind the bar. It was 10:15. Sammy's is a neighborhood bar. They don't do much late night business.

Sammy walked out of the kitchen. "Hey PW, what can I get for you."

I looked at Sammy. "Thats the second time in less than two minutes that I've been called that. Sammy is this a plot?"

Sammy was grinning like the cheshire cat. "Yeah your buddy Jamister and I thought it up. We both really liked the sound of it." He paused. "Is it okay with you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think I like it alot."

"I thought you would."

"Sammy, I need a pitcher of beer and another bottle of wine."

"Comin right up PW."

As Sammy poured the beer he said, "I see your friends wives enjoy the same freedom that Roxie enjoys."

"Yeah Sammy, were sort of a little group. Are you okay with this?"

Sammy stopped and looked at me. "Willie what are you talking about?" He looked around the bar. "Where did your wives and all those guys disappear to?"

Suddenly he turned to the game room. "Willie what's going on in my game room?" He stared at me for moment then shook his head. "No, no, no, not in my game room. Janice would ******* me if she found out." He paused. "Willie you guys can't do this here. This is a neighborhood bar."

Sammy walked around the end of the bar and went straight into the game room. I followed him. I was feeling like I had used the hospitality of a very good friend.

Once in the game room Sammy surveyed the situation. It wasn't as bad as I thought if might be. No one was fucking or giving a blow job. Still things were clearly moving in that direction. Brenda was making out with a guy in the corner. Her blouse was unbuttoned. She wasn't wearing a bra. April was in the other corner with two guys. She was kissing one of them. The other one had her skirt up around her waist. He had one hand inside her panties. Julie, Maddie and Sandra were watching Roxanne and several men play pool. Each of them had a man standing behind them. The men were brazenly fondling them.

Sammy turned to my wife. She was leaning over the pool table. Her blouse was open and her bra was unclasped. One of the men was helping her line up a shot. He had his hand on her naked breast.

Sammy yelled at her, "Roxanne Mitchell I thought you were my friend. This is a family bar. You can't have an orgy in here."

He turned to the men who were playing with our wives. "You guys all have homes and families to go to. If you don't you should be out looking for nice single girls. All of these women are married."

He threw his arms up." The party is over, go home. We'll all keep quiet about this and forget it ever happened. Tomorrow night you're all welcome to come back, but don't expect to find another lady fuckin orgy in here."

The men all became very quiet and filed out of the game room. As they shuffled passed Sammy each of them mumred a quiet apology.

They all left quickly. When they were gone Sammy looked at us. "Kids, I love Roxie and Willie. My wife Janice and I were the witnesses at their wedding. Roxie and Willie love all of you, so I love you guys to. That's just the way I am." He paused for a moment to think. "I know you guys live a little different life style. That's your business, but when you come into my place you have to keep it quiet."

He turned to Roxanne. "Honey just keep doing it the way you've been doing it for the last few years. You know what I mean, be subtle. Slip off to the parking lot to look at a guys car." He looked at all of our wives, "One of you can take one guy into the game room when the place isn't busy, but just one guy at a time. You can't bring a whole group of guys back there." He paused for a moment, "Maybe you could pick up some guys here and take them back to your place and have your party there."

He sighed and looked at all of us. "I want you to be regulars at my place. I'll treat you like kings and Queens. You can be who you are, but you have to try to hide it from my regular customers." He shrugged, "Okay?"

Julie stood up and walked over to Sammy. "Mr." she stopped. "I'm sorry I don't know you last name."

Sammy smiled and looked at the rest of us. "This one I really like alot."

Julie blushed.

He looked at her. "Honey, my last name is Sammy. For you and all your pals, my only name is Sammy." He smiled. "Now sweetheart, what were you going to say?"

Julie smiled back at Sammy. "I'm just really sorry we did that and I promise you we won't ever do it again."

Sammy grinned. "Your Julie right?"

She nodded.

He looked at Ricky. "This is your wife right."

Ricky smiled and said, "Yes."

"Well your one lucky man Ricky, your wife speaks from the heart."

Ricky was beaming. Julie was the world to him.

Sammy looked at Julie, "Honey your apology is accepted." He looked at the rest of us. "Everyone is forgiven. We won't ever speak of it again."

He took a deep breath. "Alright, thats over with. What do ya say we push a couple of tables together and have a beer or a glass of wine. I want to hear a little bit about each of you."

Sammy was like that. He loved people. He loved talking to people and he loved learning about people. He was in the right line of work. He was a great bartender.

We sat at the table and talked for about an hour. During that time each of us took a few minutes and told Sammy about ourselves.

At 11:30 Stevie said, " Its a weeknight I think we had better call it an evening." He looked at Sammy, "Thankyou very much for you hospitality and your friendship."

Brenda stood up. "Sammy what do we owe you?"

Sammy quickly wrote up a bill and handed it to Brenda. Brenda looked at it, opened her purse, counted out two hundred dollars and handed it to Sammy.

He looked at the money and said, "Brenda, that's too much."

Roxanne got up, walked over to Sammy put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Honey, this group likes to tip generously. They can afford it. Let them do it."

Sammy looked at all of us and smiled. "Thankyou very much."

Julie smiled back at him. "No Sammy, we need to thankyou. This place is wonderful, I can't wait until we get to come back."

"Neither can I Julie."

We all got up to leave. As we walked out each of the girls walked over and kissed Sammy on the cheek. I held the front door open for everyone. I was the last one out. As I closed the door I looked back at Sammy. He was still sitting at the table. He had a big grin on his face.

Welcome back GH! I wouldn't blame you though if you finished this one off and found a new place to post, principles are the measure of our integrity, just as you just wrote for Sammy above...
wutfun

welcome back, gh, even if it's temporary. it's really nice to come in here and find something new you've written. i like the dose of reality the group got about the bar, it would be hard to have an orgy like that in a 'real life' place. excellent work, thank you! priss

GH,
Welcome back. I guess that can't have been easy. I think you made the right call though. I'm so glad that the trolls didn't affect the great quality of your writing too. Great.

Ricky drove one of the Lincolns home. Mark drove the other one. April, Maddie, Brenda and Bobby rode with Mark. Sandra, Stevie, Julie, Roxanne and I rode with Ricky. Jamister drove home to his house in his own car. Jamister loves us, but he also loves his wife.

On the way home Sandra turned to me and said, "PW," she giggled. "I really do like that name for you. You can use it everywhere and we'll be the only ones that know it really stands for Peewee. It will be our little secret." She stopped. "PW, earlier this evening, you promised me that you would tell Roxanne the story that you told me. I think you should do it before we go to relax tonight."

I looked at Sandra. "I agree."

Roxanne was leaning against my shoulder. She sat up. "What story?"

Julie was in the front seat between Stevie and Ricky. She turned around. "Yeah, what story. I wanna hear it to."

Sandra looked at Julie and said, "Its kind of permisteral for PW."

"No fair, he told you didn't he? I love him every bit as much as you do. Why can't he tell me to?"

I smiled. "Why don't I tell everyone. It might be good for me and It will certainly help everyone understand what happened this week."

Roxanne looked around. She was obviously flustered. "Baby I'm getting scared. What's this all about."

Sandra reached over and patted Roxanne's knee. "Don't worry, Its nothing bad." She stopped. "Well it was bad when it happened, but that was a long time ago." She held Roxanne's hand and smiled. "It's nothing for you to worry about and it will help you to understand what happened this week."

Roxanne looked at me. "Willie, Do you still love me?"

I laughed. "More than you can possibly imagine."

Roxanne smiled and snuggled up to my shoulder again.

Sandra opened her purse and took out her cell phone. "Do you really want to tell everyone?"

I nodded. "Yes, I think so." I looked at Sandra. "Don't you think it would be good idea?"

Sandra thought for a moment. "yes, I think it would. Were a family. We should know about each other."

I shrugged."I think so to, Lets get everyone together."

Sandra pushed a button on her cell phone. After a moment she said, "Hi Bren. It's me, Sandra. Were coming over. Tell Mark and Bobby to set out some wine and get the Parlor ready. I'll send Stevie, Ricky and PW ahead to help them."

She listened for a moment then said, "It is important. You'll understand when you hear it. See you in a few minutes."

Sandra pushed another button and put her cell phone back in her purse. As she was closing her purse we pulled up into the driveway of 1211 Oak Grove Drive.

As soon as we were stopped, Sandra, Julie and Roxanne jumped out of the car and ran into the house. All three of them were yelling. "I have the bathroom first."

As they disappeared through the front door I turned to Stevie and Ricky. "Don't we have five bathrooms?"

Stevie and Ricky both started laughing. Ricky looked at me and said, "Welcome to our life."

I smiled at them. "It's pretty wonderful isn't it?'

Both of them started grinning. Stevie said, "Words can never describe how wonderful it is."

When we walked into the house we heard a loud ruckus coming from the bedroom. It sounded like a pillow fight at a sorority house. Apparently on this evening there was only one bathroom that was worthy of use.

Ricky, Stevie and I took turns using the small bathroom in the back hall of the kitchen.

The giggling in the bedroom finally started to quiet down. After a few moments all three of our girls came out.

Stevie looked at them and said, "It was pointed out that there are in fact five bathrooms in this house."

Sandra looked at her husband. "Are you suggesting that reamister and logic might have some influence on our behavior?"

Stevie laughed. "No that would be a foolish idea."

Sandra smiled at Stevie. "And don't you ever forget that sissyboy." She walked over to him and put her arms around his shoulders. As she hugged him she said, "Stevie Wagner, I love you so much."

Stevie kissed Sandra and said, "I know."

Roxanne walked over to me. She didn't say anything, she just put her arms around my waist and held on to me.

Julie squeezed Ricky, kissed his cheek and said, "This is a wonderful scene, but shouldn't our cuckboys be getting to Brenda's house so they can help with the chores?"

Sandra looked at her friend. "Your right Jules." She turned back to Stevie. "You three go over and help Mark and Bobby. Were going to freshen up. Well be over in a minute or two."

The women of Oak Grove Drive

On the left Sandra Monroe - Her pictures are actually porn star Liz Honey

On the right Julie Gordon - Her pictures are actually porn star Staci Thorn

On the left Brenda Adams - Her pictures are actually porn star Stephanie Wylde

On the right Maddie Conrad - Her pictures are actually porn star Sandra Romaine

On the left April Hansen - Her pictures are actually porn star Tiffany Rose

On the Roxanne Mitchell - Her pictures are actually porn star Amber Lynn Bach

When we got to Brenda's house we went straight to the parlor. Mark was vacuuming the large oriental rug and Bobby was busy setting out bottles of wine and wine glasses on a table in the corner.

Bobby looked up at Stevie when we came in. "Would you go into the kitchen and put together some kind of a snack. It's been a while since we had dinner. Everyone might be getting hungry again."

He turned to Ricky. "Ricky will you start a pot of coffee." He paused. "Why don't you make two pots, one decaf and one caffeine." He turned to me. "Pw why don't you give him a hand."

Ricky and I both nodded and followed Stevie into the kitchen. We went to work immediately. It wasn't long before we had two pots of coffee brewing.

Stevie saw were done making coffee so he called to me, "PW slice some cheese while Ricky gets out the cups, saucers, cream and sugar.

Just as I was starting to slice the cheese, Brenda walked through the kitchen. "PW the women are going to be sitting in the living room while the parlor is being prepared. Bring us a pitcher of ice water and some glasses."

When she was gone Stevie looked at me. "In this household we really are slaves." He smiled at me. "Ricky can finish slicing the cheese. You had better get that pitcher of ice water out to the living room. Brenda is not a patient woman."

I got a glass pitcher and filled it with ice and water. I put it on a try with six glasses and brought it into the living room.

All six wives were seated and engaged in conversation. Brenda looked up when she heard me come in. "Thankyou PW, you can set everything on the coffee table and go back to the kitchen. We can pour for ourselves."

I was living in a new place, I wasn't yet quite sure how to act. This certainly wasn't as strict an atmosphere as the party last Saturday night. I wasn't required to curtsey and the girls were doing some things for themselves. Still it was very apparent that in this household cuckolds were slaves.

I returned to the kitchen. Stevie had two large trays of snacks prepared. They looked delicious. I was beginning to realize that eating from a kitchen run by Stevie Wagner was going to be a real treat.

Ricky had two coffee servers set up on trays. He also had a tray of cups, napkins, cream and sugar.

Ricky handed me one of the coffee servers. "Bring this to the parlor, then come right back. It's going to take several trips to get everything laid out."

It did take several trips, but by the time we were done the side table in the parlor was filled with coffee and cups, wine, beer on ice and a wonderful assortment of delicious looking snacks.

When everything was set up, Stevie and Bobby surveyed the room and smiled.

Bobby said, "It looks good."

Stevie nodded his head. "I agree." He turned to Ricky. "Go get the women."

As I waited for the women to come into the parlor I looked around. It was the room where much of the date night party had taken place last Saturday night.

If you remember, my initial impression of the room was that it looked like part of a country estate in an Agatha Christie Mystery.

As I looked around now, there was nothing that would change that first impression. It was a magnificent room.

The woodwork was all dark mahagony. The floor was covered by a large oriental rug. The windows were drapped with plush red velvet curtains. At one end of the room a small fire was burning in a large mahogony paneled fire place. There were six dark brown leather love seats arranged in a circle around the fireplace.

Last saturday night each of those love seats had been occupied by one of our wives and her date for the evening.

I heard voices to my left. I turned, the women were coming into the room. They all walked over to their respective love seats and sat down.

I looked at Roxanne. She was gorgeous. She had applied fresh makeup, changed her clothes and combed her hair.

My mind traveled back to last Saturday night when she was sharing that spot with Brett Ryman. She was gorgeous then to, but that night she had made herself beautiful for him rather than me.

I started to get excited as I pictured them sitting together on that love seat, kissing and fondling each other. I remembered her handsome lover taking my wife's hand. As he lead her into the den Roxanne tugged on my leash and made me crawl like a dog behind them.

A studio couch had been pulled out and turned into a bed for them. Roxanne made me kneel at the foot of the bed and watch as she sucked Brett's huge cock. When he was ready, my wife laid back on the bed and spread her legs so that he could enjoy the ultimate marital pleasure, the pleasure that was supposed to be reserved solely for me.

When both of them had fully sated their sexual appetites, Brett stood up and picked up his clothes. As he was getting dressed he watched Roxanne pull me up on the bed. He chuckled as my wife pulled my face to her savaged cunt and made me lick up all of the semen that he had ejaculated into her while they were fucking.

After Brett left, Roxanne and I laid together on the bed holding each other. We both agreed that it had been a wonderful night.