The end of the party

You're doing great with this GH. Good suspense with the lawyer as well. One of those wanting to see you ... Can it be good news ??

cuck4U

Thanks for taking the time to tell me you're enjoying the story and I also love the suspense.

As the writer, I wish I was in a little less suspense about what was coming next. (but maybe that's why I'm having so much fun with this story. There never was much of an outline, and the one I have now keeps changing.)

Anyway, I'm glad you're enjoying the story. So am I.

GH

Peak

Thanks.

As to what happens next, always remember I am a hopeless romantic. Beyond that I have no idea about what's going to happen next either.

GH

one of the best stories I've read on this site

Not been on for quite a while GH you've done it yet again.....EXCELLENt READING...... thanks!

Mel x x

wfcs

Thank you, that's high praise. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

GH

Hi Mel

Nice to hear from you. I tried something a little different with this story, I'm glad you liked it.

GH

At 10:30 sharp my telephone rang. I picked it up. It was Janice.

"Terry, Mr. Brodrick Allen is here to see you. He says he has an appointment."

"Thank you Janice, he does. I'll be right out."

I got up and walked to the outer office. An overweight middle aged man dressed in a dark gray business suit was seated on the couch. When he saw me he stood up.

I walked over to him and extended my hand. "Mr. Allen, I'm Terry Sullivan."

He shook my hand an said, "I'm pleased to meet you Mr. Sullivan. Thank you for taking some time to meet with me this morning."

"Why don't we go into my office."

I turned. Mr. Allen followed me.

When we got to my office I motioned to the chair next to my desk. "Please sit down."

As soon as Mr. Allen sat down I sat down at my desk. Once we were both seated I looked at him. "What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Sullivan, as I told you over the telephone I represent the interests of Penelope Tillman. Mrs. Tillman is very unhappy about her mister's recent estrangement from Ms. Lisa Bennett." He took a deep breath. "Mr. Sullivan, Mrs. Tillman believes that you lured Ms. Bennett away from her mister."

I shook my head. "Mr. Allen, the truth is Howard Tillman originally lured Ms. Bennett away from me."

Brodrick Allen put up his hand. "Mr. Sullivan I didn't come here this morning to argue with you."

"Then state your business; I'm in the middle of a very busy day." I was quickly developing an mild dislike for this man."

"Yes, It's time to get to the point of my visit." He took a deep breath. "Mr. Sullivan, Mrs. Tillman believes that if you are removed from the picture, Ms. Bennett will return to her mister."

I smiled to myself. These people didn't know Lisa very well. When she gets tired of a boyfriend her feelings change from love to disgust. Lisa now found Howard Tillman repugnant.

Mr. Allen continued. "Mrs. Tillman is prepared to offer you the sum of twenty-five thousand dollars if you will agree to tell Ms. Allen that you no longer wish to be associated with her. After that one last meeting you must have no further contact with her. When you have been separated from Ms. Bennett for the period of one year, Mrs. Tillman will pay you an additional twenty-five thousand dollars."

He reached for his brief case. "I have drawn up some papers for you to sign."

Now It was my turn to hold up my hand. "Mr. Brodrick, don't bother. I'm not interested in your proposition."

He looked up at me. "If the sum is too small we might..."

I stood up. "Mr. Allen, I am not trying to negotiate with you; kindly tell Mrs. Tillman that some things cannot be bought. Now if you will excuse me I am in the midst of a very busy day."

Brodrick Allen stood up. "Mr. Sullivan I am sorry. It appears that our conversation has taken a bad turn. I hope that we might discuss this further before you make your final decision."

"Mr. Allen you could talk until you're blue in the face and I wouldn't change my decision. Now please leave my office."

Brodrick Allen shook his head. "This is most unfortunate. I believe that at this very moment Mrs. Tillman is on the telephone telling Ms. Bennett that you're leaving her."

Now I became angry. "Mr. Allen I believe it may be time for me to get my own lawyer. If what you just told me is true I assure you that I will investigate the possibility of legal action against the Tillman's"

"Mr. Sullivan, please don't be hasty."

"Mr. Allen inform Mrs. Tillman that she had better call Ms. Bennett and tell her that she was mistaken."

"That might be difficult. Mrs. Tillman is a very strong minded woman."

"Mr. Allen I am a very strong minded man. Now please get out of my office. If I want further contact with you, it will be through my attorney."

"Mr. Sullivan I wish you would reconsider your position."

I picked up my telephone. "Mr. Allen I am going to call security and ask them to forcibly remove you from the premises."

Brodrick Allen turned and started walking out of my office. When he got to my door he stopped and turned back to me. "Mr. Sullivan, please reconsider our offer."

"Get Out!"

Mr. Allen left. As soon as he was gone I sat down in my chair and took a very deep breath. I was enraged. I might be Lisa's sissy wimp, but I'm sure as hell no one else’s.

I took a moment to regain my composure and then reached for my telephone. If Penelope Tillman really did call Lisa and tell her I was leaving her, she was probably pretty upset .

Just as I was about to pick up the phone, it rang. I answered it. It was Janice. "Terry, I have a telephone call from Lisa Bennett."

"Thank you Janice. Please put her through."

I hung up my telephone and waited. After a moment it rang again. I picked it up.

"Lisa are you all right?"

"Terry I don't understand. Penelope Tillman just called me. She told me you're leaving me. Is it true?"

"No Lisa, it's not true. I'm not leaving you. I'll never leave you."

"But why did she call me and say that."

"Because she wants it to be true."

"What do you mean?"

"Lisa, Mrs. Tillman's lawyer just offered to give me fifty thousand dollars if I would agree to leave you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Terry that's a lot of money."

"Not for what they were asking."

"You didn't take it?"

"No, of course not."

"Why?"

"Because I love you. Lisa, there is no amount of money in this world that could make me decide to leave you."

Lisa was silent for a moment. Finally she said, "I left you and I maybe did it for money."

"But you came back."

Lisa was silent again. After a very long time she said, "Is that all right?" she paused. "I mean is that enough for you?"

"I don't understand?"

"Terry, I'm different than you are. I might leave, no I will probably leave. Is it enough for you to know that I'll always come back."

I suddenly realized that at this moment Lisa and I were cementing the foundation of our marriage. I knew the answer to her question, but I also understood the importance of the question.

I took a moment before I answered. Finally I said, "Yes Lisa, that's enough for me."

"Terry I promise you that no matter what happens, no matter who I meet; I will always come back to you."

"And Lisa I promise you that I will never leave you for any reamister whatsoever."

"Terry I love you so much. Tonight when we get home, will you let me suck your cock? I'm going to try to make it really special for you."

I laughed, "Let you?"

"Yes, and after you've had some time to recover I want you to fuck me."

"Lisa, I can't wait until we get home."

She giggled. "Neither can I."

In the upper Mississippi River Valley, the last week of October can bring a variety of weather. It can be cold and blustery or it can be warm and sunny. Lisa and I were lucky. The year we got married the last Saturday in October was warm and sunny.

Our wedding day was one of those wonderful late fall days that we sometimes get in the northern latitudes.

A month earlier the leaves on the trees made their annual transformation from a variety of lush shades of green to a spectacular array of vivid reds and yellows.

As always, this burst of glory was short lived. The magnificent fall colors quickly faded and the leaves withered and were blown to the ground by the increasingly frequent gusts of cold north wind that heralded the onset of winter.

During this transition from fall to winter the sun occasionally comes out and challenges these cold winds. When it's victorious we get a day like the one we had when we got married.

On those days it's a joy to be outside. The warm sun feeds your soul, but there's also a crisp edge to the air that invigorates your spirit. These are the days that create memorable outdoor football games, pheasant hunts and late seamister fishing trips.

On that Saturday morning Lisa and I reveled in the warm autumn sun as we drove downtown. We were on our way to meet my lady and Lisa's best friend, Veronica Hartman at the office of the Honorable Wilfred N. Marley. Wildfred Marley was a Justice of the Peace.

At 11:00 AM sharp Justice Marley began our ceremony. At 11:05 he pronounced Lisa and me man and wife. My lady and Veronica were our witnesses.

After the ceremony Lisa and I took my lady and Veronica to the Kensington Grill for lunch. The Kensington Grill is our city's finest restaurant. On that Saturday it lived up to it's reputation.

It was a very simple wedding. Lisa and I had to pay for it. It was all we could afford. Both my lady and Veronica took lots of pictures. As we grow older, I am certain that Lisa and I will look at those pictures and treasure the memory of that day.

Lisa and I immediately settled into life as a happily married couple. We worked at our jobs by day and shopped for a house in the evening. Life was wonderful.

Except for one very significant difference, we were living the typical life of a newly wed couple. The difference of course was that I was Lisa's slave. I served as my wife's permisteral maid and did all of the housework. Lisa lived like a queen. She didn't have to lift a finger when she was at home.

Lisa enjoyed flaunting our positions in front of other people. She was always discreet and very careful to make sure that the only people who witnessed my domination were people who could be trusted to remain silent about it.

Her friend Veronica Hartman was the first. Two days after our wedding Lisa invited Veronica to our apartment for dinner.

That morning before we left for work Lisa provided a preview of what was in store for me that evening. "Sissyboy, Ronnie is coming over at 7:00. We'll be having cocktails in the living room before dinner. Both of us will be having vodka martinis. Be sure there is plenty of Stoli in the house."

She handed me a piece of notebook paper. "Here is the menu. I expect you to serve our dinner promptly at 7:30."

Lisa picked up her purse. As she walked to the front door she said, "Terry I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight. I want Ronnie to see exactly how submissive you are." As she opened the door she added, "By the way, when I'm entertaining you may only eat and take in the kitchen. Is that clear?"

I politely bowed and said, "Yes Mistress Lisa. It’s perfectly clear."

Lisa walked out the door. I picked up my brief case and followed her out. As I walked to the car I realized that I was excited. Serving as a slave to two beautiful women was a masochist submissive's wet dream.

The evening actually turned out to be rather tame. I'm sad to report that there was very little sex. Lisa and Veronica are not bisexual.

Lisa was a demanding Mistress. She set her standards very high and made me work hard to please her.

After her first martini, Veronica started to relax. Her first taunts were a little tentative, but she soon got into the proper mood and started tormenting me at every opportunity.

By the time the girls finished the bottle of Petite Sirah that I'd served with dinner they'd both lost all of their inhibitions.

The dessert was a variety of chocolate truffles. I served them on a plate. When I brought it to the dining room table Veronica grabbed me.

"Come here Sissyboy. I want to see if your little thing is really as small as Lisa says it is."

Veronica held on to me and started unbuckling my belt. I turned to Lisa for help.

She shrugged. "Sorry Sissyboy, Ronnie is our guest. You're a slave."

She looked at her friend and giggled. "Be careful Ronnie, it doesn't take much to make him squirt."

Veronica rubbed my penis through my trousers. “That might be fun to see. Will he really lick up the mess?”

Lisa nodded. “He most certainly will. He knows he’ll be spanked if he doesn’t.”

Veronica started to giggle. “I’d really like to see that.”

Lisa shook her head. “Ronnie be good, don’t set the poor little guy up for a disaster.”

“Oh all right.”

My wife’s friend unzipped my jeans. As she started to pull them down I realized that this was about to become very embarrassing.

When Veronica saw my pink lace panties she broke into loud laughter. "Lisa I don't fucking believe this. You really are making him wear panties."

Lisa nodded. "Yes I am. Pull them down and you'll see why."

Veronica pushed my jeans down to the floor and pulled my panties down to my knees. When she saw my tiny penis she erupted into more laughter. "Lisa my eight year old nephew has one bigger than this."

She looked over at my wife. "He has an erection. He's getting off on this isn't he."

Lisa smiled. "Yes he is."

The girls decided that a sissy slave really should be properly attired so they made me strip off all of my clothes and spend the rest of the evening serving them wearing nothing but my pink panties.

After they finished their dessert, Lisa and Veronica retired to the living room where I served them each a glass of cognac.

They spent the rest of the evening sipping cognac and chatting quietly. While they talked I kneeled on the floor in front of them and moved back and forth massaging their feet.

After Veronica left, I gave Lisa a bath. While I was bathing her she asked. "Terry, did you enjoy the evening?"

I grinned at her and said, "Yes, I had a lot of fun."

Lisa nodded. "Good, I was hoping you were enjoying yourself."

She paused. After a moment she said, "Did you think the evening was a success?"

I thought for a moment. Finally I said, "It was the first time for both of us. Considering that, I think it went very well." I was quiet for a moment and then I added. "It was also a good rehearsal."

Lisa looked at me. "A rehearsal?"

I smiled. "Yes, I assume it's just a matter of time before we have a similar dinner for your next boyfriend."

Lisa stared at me for a moment and then she took a deep breath and said, "Oh my what an exciting thought."

More great reading GH

Mel x x

Thanks Mel

Sorry I've been so slow with the next segment. It's a combination of real life obligations, health and the segments have been challenging to write.

There are several new segments coming this morning.

GH

As it turned out both of us had already met Lisa's next boyfriend.

We'd been working with our realtor, Chet Phillips for almost two weeks before I began to notice how much Lisa was attracted to him.

At six foot two and 210 pounds, Chet had the kind of well muscled athletic frame that always caught my wife's attention.

Chet was recently divorced. This made him even more attractive to Lisa. By now she was well aware of her capricious attitude about love and men. The last thing my wife wanted to do was destroy a marriage while she was satisfying her latest romantic whim.

It was about a week after our dinner with Veronica. Chet was showing us a small bungalow on the southwest side of the city. I was inspecting the kitchen while Lisa and Chet were checking the closet space in the two bedrooms.

I walked into the living room at the same moment that Chet and Lisa walked out of the back hall. My wife was holding on to Chet's arm. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was smeared. Chet had streaks of red on his cheek. The two of them had obviously been making out in the bedroom.

As soon as Lisa saw me she smiled and said, "Well Slaveboy how was the kitchen?" She laughed. "Since You'll be doing all the cooking and cleaning I'm sure this will be very important to you."

Chet stared at me.

Lisa had recently been acting increasingly dominant towards me in Chet's presence, but this was by far her most overt display. Her little game excited me. I knew Lisa was going to take another boyfriend. We'd discussed it many times. I expected it and now that it was happening I was prepared for it.

My submissive masochistic desires immediately took over. I politely bowed my head and said, "Thank you Mistress Lisa, I appreciate being allowed to express my opinion regarding the kitchen.

Lisa smiled when she heard my answer.

Chet shook his head and said, "No fuckin cuckolds brownie. Lisa, you were telling me the truth. He really is your slave."

Lisa kissed Chet's cheek. "He certainly is. Now do you understand why we don't have to worry about him?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

Lisa turned to me. "Sissyboy, Chet and I are going out for a take, so it's time for you to be a good little boy and run along home."

I stood still. Even though I expected it, this blatant display of domination and infidelity on Lisa's part had me just a little disconcerted.

Lisa glared at me. "Chet has to lock up the house after we leave. You are delaying us, so please do as your told. Go home, you still have to do a load of laundry to do tonight and the blouse I'm going to wear to work tomorrow needs to be ironed.

I slowly walked across the living room. When I got to the front door I turned and looked back at Lisa and Chet. Chet was kissing my wife. He also had his hand on her right breast.

Lisa must have sensed that I was still standing there watching her. She broke off her kiss with Chet and turned to me. "Slaveboy I told you to leave, now obey me before I become cross with you. I am certain that you don’t want me to pull your pants down and spank you in front of Chet"

I quickly opened the front door and scurried out of the house. When I got into my car I stopped for a moment so I could catch my breath. This was the first time I'd actually seen my wife making out with another man. This particular first is quite an emotional experience.

It was just after 7:30 when I walked into my apartment. Before we went to look at the house, Lisa and I had eaten dinner at a local restaurant so I wasn't hungry.

I went to the back hall and put a load of jeans into the washer and then I found the blouse that Lisa was going to wear to work in the morning. As soon as I was done ironing it I took the blouse into the bedroom and hung it in Lisa's closet. When that was done I went to the kitchen, poured myself some Scotch and retired to the den.

I suspected it would be several hours before Lisa got home, so I sat down at our desk and turned on the computer. I logged on to my favorite cuckold website, took a sip of scotch and started looking for good stories to read. I found several. They kept me occupied and the time passed quickly.

It was just after 11:00 when I heard Lisa's key in the door.

I was just standing up when Lisa burst into the den. "Chet Phillips is the most wonderful man in the entire world."

I looked at Lisa, I was a little taken aback by her exuberance.

She smiled at me. "I'm sorry Terry, but I'm in love." She stopped to think for a moment and then she started giggling. "No that's not true, I'm head over heels in love. I've never even dreamed that I might meet a man as wonderful as Chet."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the hall. "Let's go into the bedroom. You can lick my pussy while I tell you all about my new boyfriend."

Lisa sighed. "Terry..." She put her hand over her mouth. "Opps, I guess I'd better start calling you Theresa again."

She pulled me into the bedroom. "Theresa, Chet fucked me three times this evening. He's an absolute natural." She giggled some more. "My pussy is positively dripping with his semen."

She kissed my cheek. "Theresa, Isn't this exciting? You're going to get to taste Chet's cum for the very first time tonight. "

Lisa unbuttoned her jeans and started pulling them down. "Undress me Theresa, I can't wait to feel your tongue in my pussy."

I helped Lisa take her clothes off. When she was naked she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. There were streaks of dried cum on the insides of her thighs and on the lips of her cunt.

Lisa reached down with both hands and rubbed her clit. "Theresa, it felt so good when Chet pushed his big cock into me. If this wasn't a work night I would have spent the whole night at his apartment." She leered at me. "I'll bet he'd be fucking me right now."

She took a deep breath. "Theresa take your clothes off. I want you to eat my pussy while I dream about my new lover."

I quickly got undressed. I was excited, but I was also a little concerned. I'd never seen Lisa get this excited about a new guy. I was starting to worry that she really might leave me for Chet. It suddenly became very important to me to remind Lisa just how devoted a husband and slave I could be. I lay down between her legs. Lisa gasped when she felt me kiss her cunt. I closed my eyes and kissed with her passion.

I got the response I wanted. Lisa started to moan with pleasure and said, "Theresa, you do that so well."

I began to feel more confident. I kissed Lisa for a little longer and then I gently started licking Chet's cum off of her thighs.

Lisa giggled. "Theresa, you make a wonderful maid. You're going to clean me up every time Chet fucks me."

When Lisa's thighs were clean I turned my attention back to her cunt.

As soon as she felt my lips touch her cunt Lisa sat up. "Slave, lie down; I want to sit on your face while you lick the rest of Chet's cum out of me."

I did as I was told and lay down on my back. Lisa straddled my face and sat down. As she was comfortably seated she pressed her sopping cunt against my lips and started to rock back and forth.

I pushed my tongue into Lisa's cunt. She responded by grinding her pussy against my mouth. It wasn't long before both of us were losing control.

Lisa leaned forward and twisted my nipples. "Suck my clit Sissyboy. Suck my clit just like I sucked Chet's big cock tonight."

I knew exactly what Lisa wanted. I put my lips around her engorged clitoris and started sucking it like it was a tiny penis. My wife immediately went wild. It only took a moment before she started screaming. Lisa locked my head between her legs and mashed her cunt into my face as her orgasm exploded inside her loins.

I suddenly realized that I couldn't breathe. I tried to lift Lisa off of my face but her leg lock on my head was too strong. My wife kept screaming with pleasure while I desperately tried to get some air. Just when I thought I was about to pass out Lisa's entire upper body shook and she slumped forward onto my stomach and thighs. Her orgasm had finally started to subside. When she slumped forward Lisa relaxed her hold on my head, freed my face and allowed me to breath again.

For a moment I gasped and sputtered as I tried to pull gulps of life giving oxygen back into my lungs. When I was finally breathing normally again I started to relax. As I relaxed I realized that Lisa's face was right next to my erect penis. Just as I was starting to hope Lisa might give me a nice blow job she sat up and turned around.

My wife looked down at me. She obviously understood what I was hoping for. "I'm sorry Theresa, but if I give you a blow job I'll feel like I'm cheating on Chet."

I looked up at Lisa. "But I'm your husband."

She shook her head. "That might legally be true, but right now my heart belongs to Chet. Theresa, I'm not a slut. I only play with one man at a time and right now that man is Chet."

I sighed.

Lisa read my disappointment. She patted me on the head and kissed my cheek. "Baby, I'll still let you lick my ass while you jerk off."

Lisa climbed off of me and rolled over onto her stomach. "Here you are sweetheart; enjoy yourself."

I rolled over so I was lying between Lisa's legs. I stared at my wife's gorgeous ass. I was both humiliated and disappointed. Another man had just spent several hours freely enjoying all the carnal pleasures my wife had to offer and now this was all I was going to be allowed.

Suddenly a little shiver of excitement rippled through my loins as the masochist in me realized how painfully delicious this situation really was. I took a deep breath and buried my face between my wife's beautiful ass cheeks. Lisa sighed with pleasure when she felt me push my tongue into her puckered little anus.

I grabbed my little penis and started stroking it.

Lisa glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me. "Now isn't that fun?"

I nodded in agreement.

Suddenly my wife adopted a very authoritative tone. "Sissyboy, be very careful when you ejaculate. I'll spank you if you get any semen on my sheets. I don't want to spend the night wallowing in your cum."

That was all it took. The masochist in me went wild. I came immediately.

As soon as I was done ejaculating Lisa turned around and sat up and smiled at me. "All finished?”

I nodded.

“Good, hold out your hand; I want to look at it.”

I did as I was told.

Lisa inspected my outstretched hand and then she examined the sheets. When she was certain that I hadn't spilled any of my semen she smiled and said "You may lick it up now."

My wife watched as I licked the tiny puddle of fresh cum off of the palm of my hand. When I was done she jumped up and said, "That was a good boy, now come into the bathroom with me. I want you to give me a bath before we go to relax."

As soon as we got into the bathroom I started running water into the tub. I brushed Lisa's hair while we waited for it to fill. When the tub was ready Lisa got in. The entire time I was bathing her she carried on about what a wonderful man Chet was and how much she loved him. When my wife was done with her bath she stood up and stepped out of the bath tub. As soon as she stepped out I threw a large towel around her and started drying her off.

As I was patting Lisa's body with the towel she sighed and said. "Theresa I love Chet so much." She looked at me. "Wouldn't it be exciting if he asked me to marry him. It would be so wonderful to become Mrs. Chet Phillips."

I stopped drying Lisa and stared at her. It was one thing to listen to her carry on about how much she loved this man, but now she was talking about marrying him. My new wife was telling me that if Chet proposed to her she would leave me."

I stared at her for a moment and then I said, "I guess passing up that money from Mrs. Tillman was a pretty foolish thing for me to do." I shook my head, let the towel drop to the floor and walked out of the bathroom.

Your story is going great! I love it! I just had a thought although I don't wish to co-write with you on this .It occured to me that if lisa does plan to divorce terry he could contact Mrs. Tillman's lawyer and say he accepts the offer. What does he have to lose,Lisa is leaving him anyway and that nasty Mrs. Tillman's plan will backfire on her.
About Lisa's and Terry's wedding, did she make him take a wedding vow to obey her? Also I would love to see Terry get that spanking Lisa is always talking about. And will Veronica be back in the picture ? Mabe she could take Terry in as her slave when Lisa dumps him.O well I'm getting to excited over this and I'm not the author but you got me thinking.
Anyway keep up the good work. Later.

Droopy

Thanks for your comments. I glad you're enjoying the story.

Even though this story started out a little loose, I do write from an outline. The story is planned to it's end.

I didn't think about the wedding vows at this wedding. These are two young people, I suspect their vows were pretty vanilla.

You might want to go back into the archives and find my story, "Sandra and Stevie". I put a lot of time into the wedding and wedding vows in that story.

I love your ideas.

GH

I went into the living room, sat down on the couch and buried my face in my hands.

A few moments later Lisa tiptoed into the room and sat down next to me. "Baby I'm sorry I hurt you. That stuff about marrying Chet just kind of slipped out. I'm pretty excited right now."

I bit my lower lip. "What difference does it make. "You just told me you wanted to leave me so you could marry another man. Thinking it is just as bad as saying it." I stared at Lisa. "How can you say that after all the promises we just made to each other? We just got married. We're trying to buy a house together."

Lisa picked up my hand and gently held it. "Terry honey, if you remember, the promise I made to you was that I will always come back to you.' She stared at me. "And I meant what I said. I always will come back to you. I love you."

My wife took a deep breath. "Terry, the fact is, I've already left you. Right now, I belong to Chet. You have to accept that fact. I'm his woman, he's my man and you're going to be our slave."

"But..."

Lisa held up her hand to silence me. "Terry listen to me. I'm not going to divorce you and I am not going to marry another man. You know what's going to happen. You've already seen it happen twice. In a month or two I'm going to get tired of Chet. When that happens I'm going to come back to you."

She took a deep breath. "Terry I don't know why I'm the way I am. This is something I've been thinking about a lot lately." She spoke very slowly now. "I love the tingle of excitement I get from a new romance. I like it even more than I like sex." She giggled. "And I love sex."

She was silent for a moment. She seemed to be thinking about what she was going to say next. "Terry I love falling in love, it's the ultimate thrill for me."

She got very quiet. "I know I'm not really in love with Chet." She smiled at me. "He's handsome, he's a great lover and he's convenient. I let myself fall in love with him.” She paused. “No that’s not correct. I made myself fall in love with him. I did it because I relish the thrill that comes with falling in love, but to truly enjoy that thrill I have to let myself go completely. I have to totally commit myself to loving Chet and that love has to be free and unrestrained. As part of that commitment I have to become his woman. I have to be free to dream about marrying him and spending the rest of my life with him.

Lisa slowly shook her head. "But it's never going to happen."

I looked at Lisa. "Why?"

She smiled at me. "There are two very good reamisters."

"What are they?"

"Well, first of all I don't really love Chet, so a soon as the thrill of the new romance starts to wane I'll get bored with him."

I nodded, I was starting to understand.

Lisa grinned at me. "The other reamister is the most important one."

I stared at Lisa. "What is it?"

"I love you too much to be with another man for very long." Lisa picked up my hand and squeezed it. "Terry Sullivan, you're the real man of my dreams. I cherish the time we spend together."

For a few moments we silently sat together holding hands.

Finally Lisa turned and looked into my eyes. "Terry there's more. I want you to be part of this. I not only want to love Chet, but I want to do it in front of you. I want to do it with you as our slave."

She paused for a moment. "A year ago, I would have been deeply offended if someone would have called me a sadist. Now the idea excites me. Terry you're a masochist and I'm a sadist. We were born to be together."

She grinned at me. "Sweetheart when I first came in here and sat down next to you I told you that I was sorry I hurt you. That wasn't quite true. I'm sorry I made you feel bad and I didn't mean to really hurt you, but the thrill I get from taunting you about being in love with Chet is almost as exciting as the thrill I get from the romance. I am absolutely loving our life and I want you to love it to."

I looked at Lisa. "Do you really cherish the time we spend together?"

She started laughing. "Yes silly boy, of course I do. I love you. I'd go crazy if I ever had to be separated from you." She leered at me. "That doesn't mean that I don't want to *** and torment you. Believe me, I do."

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Lisa. I should have trusted you."

My wife shook her head. "No Terry, it's okay. Were playing with some pretty basic emotions. If either of us starts to feel bad we have to talk about it. I want to torment you and *** you, but I don't really want to hurt you."

Suddenly I started to feel a little tingle of sexual excitement. The submissive masochistic cuckold wimp inside me was beginning to take over. I started smiling

Lisa looked at me. "What are you grinning about?"

I leered at my wife and kneeled down at her feet. "Mistress Lisa I am happy that you have found the man of your dreams and after you become Mrs. Chet Phillips I would be honored if you would allow me to spend the rest of my life serving the two of you as your humble slave."

I picked up Lisa's bare foot and started kissing her toes. As I kissed them she sighed. "Terry Sullivan, you are the most wonderful man in the entire world."

I looked up at Lisa. "No Mistress, for the next several weeks Chet Phillips is the most wonderful man in the entire world."

We both started laughing.

Games are so much more fun to play when you fully understand the rules

The next morning we were just finishing getting ready for work. I was tying my necktie while Lisa was applying her makeup.

When she was finished putting her lipstick on she stood up and turned to me. "Slaveboy I'm going to invite my Mr. Phillips to have dinner with me tonight. I am quite certain that he will accept, so you should plan on making the necessary preparations when you get home from work today."

When I heard Lisa address me as slaveboy, I understood that she expected me to slip into that role.

I politely bowed. "Yes Mistress Lisa. What would you like me to serve for dinner?"

"It's a week night, we should keep it simple." Lisa thought for a moment. "You make a wonderful lasagna. We'll have your lasagna, a tossed salad and garlic bread."

"I assume Mr. Phillips will be takeing beer and you'll be having your usual martini. Would you like me to serve a bottle of wine with dinner?"

Lisa smiled. "Yes Theresa, that would be very nice. I'll trust you to select something suitable."

"Very good Mistress, I'll see to it."

Lisa suddenly started to giggle.

I looked at her. "Mistress is anything wrong?'

Lisa shook her head. "No Terry, everything is wonderful. I'm just having a lot of fun."

I grinned at her. "So am I."

G H CCheck your mailbox. I P.M.'ed you.

I left work promptly at 4:30. I made quick two very quick stops on my way home. One was at the grocery store and the other was the cuckold water store.

I had the ingredients for the lasagna at home, but I needed a loaf of French bread, a head of lettuce, two tomatoes and an avocado for the salad.

At the cuckold water store I picked up a case of beer and a good bottle of California zinfandel. I wanted a nice rich red wine to go with the lasagna.

A soon as I got home I started making the lasagna. I was just getting ready to put it in the oven when the telephone rang.

I picked it up. It was Lisa.

"Hello slaveboy, are you getting everything ready? I don't want any screw ups tonight."

"Yes Mistress Lisa. I'm just about to put the lasagna into the oven."

"Very good, I should be home at about 6:15. I talked to Chet a few minutes ago. He's planning to come over around 6:30"

"Mistress, I won't let you down. I promise that everything will be perfect."

"I'm certain it will be." She paused for a moment. "Theresa, Chet is going to spend the night. You need to move your things out of my bedroom. You'll have to relax on the couch in the den. Oh and clear your clothes out of Chet's closet. You can use the closet in the den." Lisa started to giggle. "I guess I'd better get to work finding a house for us so you can have a little bedroom of your own."

Lisa sighed. There was a moment of silence and then she said, "Theresa, I am so excited. This is the first night that Chet and I are going to get to spend the whole night together in our bedroom. It's going to be so marvelous to be able to wake up in the morning and find him relaxing next to me. Theresa, I can't wait until I get home. It's going to be a storybook evening.

Lisa hung up. I smiled to myself as I set the telephone down. Last night’s discussion obviously hadn’t dampened my wife's romantic fantasy at all.

I looked at the kitchen clock. It was 5:30. I didn't have any time to waste. I only had forty-five minutes before Lisa got home and I had a lot of work to do. I quickly finished putting the lasagna into the oven and went to the bedroom.

I had just finished carrying the last of my things into the den when I heard the front door open. It was Lisa. A moment later she walked into the den. "Hi baby, did you get all of your stuff out of my bedroom?"

I took note of Lisa's choice of words. It was no longer our bedroom.

I nodded to her. "Yes Mistress Lisa."

"Very good, go start a shower for me. Chet will be here in fifteen minutes and I want to clean up before he arrives."

I went into the bathroom and started the shower. A moment later Lisa joined me. She was already naked. She was beautiful. For a moment I just stared at her.

My wife shook her head. "Slaveboy, you can look if you want to, but don't get your hopes up. This body you love so much now belongs to another man."

I sighed, at that moment I was very envious of Chet. After a second I took a deep breath and collected myself.

"Mistress, would you like me to bathe you?"

"No thank you Theresa, not this evening. We don't have much time. What I would like you to do is go into my bedroom and lay out my denim skirt and that new white blouse I just bought. Oh yes, and a pair of panties." She winked at me. "Pick a pair that Chet will find really sexy."

Lisa was about to step into the shower. Suddenly she stopped and turned back to me. "Theresa, I will probably still be getting dressed when Chet arrives. I expect you to eagerly greet him and make him feel comfortable. You should seat him in the living room, turn on the news for him and bring him a beer." Lisa stared at me. "Sissyboy I expect you to act very submissive around Chet tonight. I want him to understand that there is absolutely no reamister to be jealous of you. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress, that’s very clear."

At 6:35 the door bell rang. When I opened the door Chet stepped in. "Hi slaveboy, how ya doin tonight? Is that gorgeous wife of yours home yet?"

"Yes Mr. Phillips, she's just finishing getting dressed. She'll be right out." I gestured towards the living room. “Please make yourself comfortable."

Chet walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. As soon as he was seated he kicked his shoes off and pointed to the ottoman in front our stuffed chair.

"Slide that hassock over here for me slaveboy."

I obediently did as I was told. Chet was obviously testing me.

As soon as I was done moving the ottoman Chet put his feet up on it and lay back on the couch.

I was about to ask him if he would like to watch the news when he pointed to the television remote control on the coffee table. "Slaveboy, fetch me the remote. I want to watch a little television while I wait for your wife."

I handed the remote to Chet. He used it to turn on the television set.

While he was changing the channels I asked, "Mr. Phillips, can I get you a beer?"

Chet stopped playing with the remote and stared at me. After a moment he nodded his head and said, "Mr. Phillips, I do like the sound of that." He smiled for a second and then he said, "Yeah slaveboy, a beer would taste really good right now."

I went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of Budweiser, set it on a tray with a glass and carried the tray back to the living room.

Chet was watching CNN. As I set the beer on the table next to him I asked, "Sir, would you like me to pour your beer into a glass?"

He looked at me and chuckled. "Sure Slaveboy, that would be real nice. Pour it in a glass."

Just as I was finishing pouring Chet's beer I heard Lisa's voice behind me. "I hope our slave is doing a nice job of making feel welcome and comfortable."

Chet stood up and walked over to Lisa. When he was about a foot away from her he stopped and shook his head. "Honey you look absolutely gorgeous tonight."

I had to agree with Chet. Lisa was breathtaking. Her transparent white blouse, ultra short denim skirt and open toed high heeled sandals caused both of us to stare. My wife was dressed for sex.

Lisa noticed our stares and started to giggle. She wrapped her arms around Chet's neck and said, "Baby, look all you want. This body is now your private playground and I promise you that after dinner were going into our bedroom for a little recess."

Chet kissed my wife. It quickly became a long passionate kiss filled with unrestrained lust. I watched with desperate envy. At that moment I would have given anything to change places with Chet Phillips.

Lisa saw me staring at them, broke off her kiss and glared at me. "Slaveboy, why don't you quit gawking like a nerd and make yourself useful. I would like a martini and I'm sure my sweetheart would love another beer."

That command began my first real night as a servant for my wife and her true love of the moment

The dinner went well.

I felt a combination of minor pangs of sadness and ripples of excitement when Lisa seated Chet at the head of our dining room table and informed him that he was now the master of the house.

During the meal, Lisa treated me with a calculated combination of disdain and arrogance. When she gave me orders she never bothered with please or thank you. She obviously didn't see any need to use those words, I was her slave.

Chet had two helpings of lasagna. As he was eating his second portion he laughed and said, "I'm beginning to understand the benefits of having a slave".

When Chet and Lisa were finished with the main course I cleared their plates and served dessert and coffee. While I was doing this, they both completely ignored me. It was almost like I was invisible. Lisa and Chet were totally focused on each other. They were deeply engrossed in a discussion about their plans for the future. It sounded like Chet was trying to lay the groundwork to get Lisa to divorce me so that she could marry him.

As I listened to their conversation I kept focusing on the words Lisa said to me last night. "Terry Sullivan, I love you too much to be with another man for very long. You're the real man of my dreams. I cherish the time we spend together."

I trusted my wife and I took solace in those words while I washed and dried the dinner dishes.

When I was done cleaning the kitchen I returned to the dining room. Lisa and Chet were just finishing their coffee.

As soon as she heard me enter the room Lisa looked over at me and said, "Slave we're going to retire to the living room. I would like a small glass of cognac and Mr. Phillips will have a glass of bourbon. He likes two ice cubes in his whiskey."

Lisa and Chet got up from the table. My wife took her lover's arm. "Sweetheart let's sit on the couch and watch a little television before we go to bed."

I sighed as I watched my wife and her lover walk out of the dining room arm in arm. As soon as they were gone I went to the kitchen, poured the two takes and put them on a tray.

When I brought the tray into the living room my heart finally broke. Lisa and Chet were sitting on the couch. Lisa was snuggled up to Chet. He had his arm around her shoulder, her cheek was pressed against his chest. The television was on and tuned to a rerun of CSI Miami. They looked like an old couple who were still deeply in love with each other after many years of marriage.

I wanted to cry, but I bit my lower lip and managed to keep my emotions under control.

I continued with my duties and set the takes on the table next to Chet and Lisa. I was about to take the tray back to the kitchen when Lisa stopped me. "Slaveboy, you've been a very good servant tonight. I think you deserve a reward. You have my permission to kneel at my feet and watch television with my lover and me."

I took a deep breath. This was awful. The last thing I wanted to do was sit at Lisa's feet and watch her fawn over Chet. But, I was a good boy so I collected myself, set the tray on the coffee table and did as I was told. I obediently sat down at my mistresses feet.

As soon as I was seated I tried to focus my attention on the television show. It wasn't easy. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from trying to sneak an occasional peek at Lisa and Chet.

It wasn't long before Chet gently lifted my wife's chin and softly kissed her on the lips. Lisa closed her eyes and eagerly returned his kiss.

Their passion grew quickly. Soon Chet’s hands were freely exploring my wife's body. Lisa responded by sliding her hand inside her lover’s shirt so she could massage his well muscled chest.

Chet unbuttoned Lisa's blouse, exposed her left breast and started rolling her nipple between his thumb and his forefinger.

Both of them appeared to be overwhelmed by their lust for each other. They were rapidly losing control. I was beginning to wonder if Chet planned to take my wife right there on the couch with me kneeling at their feet.

Lisa suddenly intervened. She pushed her lover away and said, "I think it's time for us to retire to the bedroom."

Chet smiled and stood up. As soon as he was standing he gallantly offered his hand to my wife. "My dear, I think that's a wonderful idea."

I cringed when I heard Chet refer to Lisa as "My Dear".

Lisa took her boyfriend’s hand. He gently helped her up from the couch. When she was standing, she turned to me. "Slave, freshen our takes and bring them to the bedroom."

My wife started walking and playfully pulled Chet along by his hand. "Come dear, it's time for us to start enjoying our first night together in our own bedroom."

I sighed as I watched Lisa and Chet walk out of the living room giggling and holding hands like two young lovers.

GH,
Its taken me a while to realise that you fall in love with all your leading ladies so this must really be pulling your chain at the moment. But .. of course Chet's going to hit his banana skin soon and GH, sorry Terry, is going to get his girl back. Until ...
I love the yo yo you created here, the cartoon has taken flesh AND stayed in character. Well done, and thanks once more for sharing her with us all (but then you wouldn't be a cuck unless you did !).

Peak

You caught me. It's absolutely true, I do fall in love with all of them.

Thanks for the comment and I am having a wonderful time writing this particular story.

Here is a large segment. I've been working on it all week. I wanted to post it in one big chunk.

GH

For several minutes I stood perfectly still. I couldn't move. I felt like I was glued to the floor. The fact was, I was a bit overwhelmed by what I'd just witnessed.

You already know that Lisa has openly dated other men since the beginning of our relationship. In fact, she has had several steady boyfriends during that time. You also know that she has always made it abundantly clear to me that she was having sex with those men, so her infidelity tonight was nothing unusual. The difference this evening was that I was actually present. Lisa was brazenly kissing and flirting with another man while I watched.

I admit that I was forewarned. Lisa had been very forthright about telling me that this was going to happen. Still, actually seeing the woman you love in the arms of another man is much more emotionally trying than imagining it or having it described to you.

After a moment, I shook myself out of my stupor and pulled myself together. I had a task to perform. My wife and her lover wanted fresh takes and I was their slave.

I quickly picked up their glasses and my tray, went to the kitchen, poured another cognac for Lisa and made another bourbon on the rocks for Chet. As soon as I was done, I put the takes on my tray and walked out of the kitchen.

When I got to Lisa's bedroom, the door was wide open. I looked inside and froze. Chet and Lisa were on the bed. They were both naked. Their clothes were lying in a pile on the floor in the middle of the bedroom.

Chet was lying on his back. His eyes were closed. Lisa was kneeling next to him. She was sucking his cock. Even though part of it was in my wife's mouth, I could tell that Chet had the biggest penis I'd ever seen in my entire life.

I stood perfectly still. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do next. Suddenly Lisa looked up at me. She must have heard me in the doorway.

She stared at me for a moment. I think she was trying to gauge my reaction to what I was seeing. When she realized how disconcerted I was she smiled and said, "Slave don't just stand there like a fool, set our takes on the night table and pick up our clothes and hang them in our closets."

A little direction from my wife was all that was needed to spur me into action. I set the fresh takes on Lisa's night table and quickly gathered up all of their clothing. While I was hanging everything in their closets, I tried to steal an occasional glance at Lisa and Chet out of the corner of my eye.

Lisa was sucking Chet's cock again. Chet was still lying on his back, only now his eyes were open. He was watching me. There was a confident smirk on his face. He was apparently enjoying the fact that I was in the room while my wife was giving him a blow job.

As soon as I was done hanging up Lisa and Chet's clothing I walked over to the bedroom door. I assumed that I was about to be dismissed.

When Lisa heard me moving she looked up at me. "Slave, it's time for you to go to the den. I want to be alone with my man. We'll call you if we need you."

I started to leave. As I turned Chet said, "Just a minute slaveboy."

I stopped and faced him. "Yes sir?"

He looked at Lisa. "I think he should stay."

My wife stared at him. There was a puzzled look on her face. "Why?"

"I want him to watch me making love to you. I want your little Sissyboy to understand exactly why I'm now your man and he's nothing but your lowly slave."

Lisa turned and stared at me. After a moment she started to nod her head. "Yes, I agree. I think that seeing how a real man makes love to a woman might be a very good learning experience for my little sissy. You're right, it will help him remember his proper place"

Lisa was quiet for a moment and then she started to smile. It was a malevolent smile. "Sissyboy, take your clothes off. You really should be naked if you're going to watch while my big stud fucks me."

As I removed my clothing I was feeling a myriad of emotions. I was humiliated, apprehensive, very nervous, and most of all wildly excited.

As soon as I was naked Lisa looked at me. "Very good, but I think we want to make sure that all of us really do know our places tonight. Sissyboy, I wouldn't want you to get confused and start thinking this was some kind of kinky three way sex scene. Go to my dresser and fetch a pair of my cotton panties. You know the ones I want. I wear them when I go to the gym. They're bikinis and have little hearts all over them."

I knew exactly which panties Lisa was talking about. I did all of her laundry.

I went to her dresser, found her cotton panties, picked out a pair with little hearts on them and returned to the side of the bed.

"Very good Sissy, now put them on."

We were suddenly right in the middle of a submissive, masochistic cuckold's wet dream.
I quickly stepped into the panties and pulled them up. I'm very slender. They were a good fit.

Chet started to laugh. "Those are perfect. I want him to wear them all the time."

Lisa nodded. "You heard the man Sissyboy. In this house his word is the law. From now on the only underpants you're allowed to wear are cotton panties."

I politely bowed. "Yes Mistress Lisa."

"Very good, now pull your panties down just enough so we can see your tiny cock and balls."

I did as I was told.

Chet started to laugh. "Oh yes! that is absolutely perfect. Keep those panties right there Sissyboy."

My face turned beet red.

Lisa reached down and started to stroke Chet's erection. "He is cute isn't he. Did you check out his little pee pee?"

"Yeah, it's pretty fuckin amazing. It looks like a little boys dick. Does it actually work?"

"Oh yes, but like most toys it works a little too quickly."

I was mortified. Having the woman you love and her boyfriend make fun of your sexual inadequacies is painful.

I looked up. Lisa was staring into my eyes and smiling. This time her expression seemed to be warm and caring rather than a cruel and malevolent. I suddenly felt much better. I sensed that my wife was reminding me that she was a sadist and I was a masochist and we were doing this because we both thought it was fun.

I fell back into character and politely bowed my head. It was a subtle gesture, but Lisa noticed it and gave me an almost imperceptible nod of approval. Suddenly the game was fun again.

Chet took my wife into his arms and kissed her. As they pressed their lips together, both Lisa and Chet let themselves go. What started as a simple kiss suddenly turned into a desperate expression of mutual desire and need.

As I watched I was overwhelmed with envy. I would have given anything to be in Chet's place.

Suddenly Chet grabbed my wife and rolled her onto her back. He didn't ask for permission he just did it. I was amazed. I would never have dared do that to Lisa. My wife's reaction was even more amazing. She submissively spread her legs and smiled at her stud.

I watched in awe as Chet mounted my wife.

When the tip of his arching erection was just barely touching the lips of my wife's cunt she tapped his chest and said, "Just a minute baby."

Lisa looked over at me. "Sissyboy, if you're going to watch this show, I think you had better do it on your knees."

I did as I was told.

When Lisa saw that I was kneeling she looked up at Chet and said, "All right studman. Let's show the little wimp exactly why I'm now your woman rather than his."