Cassandra and Francis

Superb, as always, gh. Just my opinion, but i think this might be the best story you've written. Keep up the great work my friend. priss.

Great writing GH, I love this story.

Many thanks.

TrF2

Just caught up GH....wonderful writing yet again, and yet again thank you

Mel x

Priss, Trf2 and Mel

Thank you for the vote of confidence.

GH

The next morning I awoke at eight o'clock sharp. It was after two by the time we finally got into bed last night. Six hours was not enough relax for me, but I could get by on it as long as it didn't become a habit.

Once I was up, I carefully replaced the covers on Cassandra and Jennifer and quietly tip toed into the bathroom. I shaved, brushed my teeth and took a long hot shower. I smiled as I washed my freshly shaved pubic area.

After I dried myself off I quietly walked back into the bedroom. Apparently I hadn't been quite silent enough. Cassandra and Jennifer were up and waiting for me.

Jennifer was holding up a pair of lavender panties trimmed with white lace. "Look what we found Francis. Cassandra had them. She said they were part of a lingerie set that some guy had given to her before they left to spend a weekend together on Cape Cod".

Cassandra giggled. "We never did get to the beach. We spent the entire weekend holed up in our hotel room. His wife was boffing some other guy, so he hadn't been laid in weeks". She shook her head. "He was a total natural".

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "And she calls me a slut".

Cassandra laughed and then she said, "Anyway Francis we decided that they were just the thing for our little pussyboy to wear to work, so I'm giving them to you".

I sighed. I was hoping that I could have quietly slipped out before Cassandra and Jennifer woke up. My life would have been much easier.

Jennifer grinned at me. "You were hoping we'd forget about the little agreement we made last night weren't you Francis?"

I slowly nodded and answered, "Yes".

"Not us, we never forget anything." Cassandra was enjoying this.

Jennifer handed me the panties.

At the same Cassandra picked up my cock cage. "Francis, it's time to put this on".

"But..."

"No buts, you agreed to it last night and we are holding you to that agreement". There was firmness to Cassandra's voice that told me further resistance would be pointless.

I sighed and quietly said, "Very well".

"Oh dear! He has another naughty little erection. Our sweet Pansy seems to be a regular satyr. Well I'll just have to care of this right now." I yelped as Jennifer thumped the tip of my erect penis. My poor cock responded like it was a tire that just ran over a nail, it went flat immediately. "There, that's much better. Cassie, you can put his cage on him now."

Cassandra slipped my cage into place and locked it. As soon as the lock clicked shut she said, "Good, now put those cute panties on and get dressed. Once you're dressed you can come into the kitchen and make breakfast for us".

The girls left. I dressed quickly. While I was getting dressed I thought about the fact that I was the only one going to work today, yet I was also still expected to make breakfast. My entire body tingled with excitement as I realized that I really was going to be a slave for these two beautiful women.

After I finished tying my neck tie I grabbed my suit coat and left the bedroom. When I walked into the kitchen Cassandra and Jennifer were sitting at the kitchen table takeing coffee. I glanced at the coffee maker. The pot was about two thirds full. Strangely, a wave of guilt washed over me as I realized that my goddesses had been required to make their own coffee. I felt like I'd let them down. I was their slave. I should have come into the kitchen and started the coffee as soon as I got out of bed.

In a very apologetic tone of voice I said, "I'm sorry you had to make your own coffee this morning. I have no excuse, I just forgot to do it when I got up."

Cassandra smiled at me. It was a warm loving smile. "Francis honey, it's alright. You have to go to work today. It doesn't hurt us to do a few chores..." And then she stopped herself in mid sentence. She studied my face for a moment and realized that this was not the proper response. Suddenly her expression hardened and her tone of voice changed. "Yes pussyboy, you let us down. We had to make our own coffee. We'll forgive you this time, you're an inexperienced slave." Cassandra glared at me. "But if you ever let it happen again I guarantee that you will be severely punished".

A little thrill rippled through me as I bowed my head and submissively said, "Thank you for being so understanding Ms. Riley. I promise it will never happen again".

Cassandra's demeanor quickly changed again. The smile returned to her face and she cheerfully said, "Francis let me look at you." She took a moment to inspect me and then she nodded with approval. "Francis your trousers are nice and baggy. No one will be able to tell that you're wearing a chastity cage".

Jennifer took my suit coat and handed me one of my aprons. "Sweetie, you'd better put this on, you don't want to mess up your suit". She hung my coat on the peg next to my other apron and sat down at the kitchen table with Cassandra. "We'd like French toast for breakfast and please bring us some orange juice right away".

As I opened the refrigerator door to get the orange juice, I realized that I loved serving these two wonderful women.

I quickly fried three pieces of French toast. As I was setting the plates on the kitchen table Cassandra said; "Francis, Jen and I are going to move her things into your apartment today. After were finished with that we're going to get the rest of my things. By the time you get home from work tonight you're going to have two roommates. This is your last chance to back out."

I sat down and took a sip of coffee and then I smiled at both of them. "I have no desire to back out, in fact there is nothing in this world that would make me happier than to have the two of you live in this apartment with me."

I stood up and walked over to the drawer under the kitchen telephone. This was where I kept my spare keys. I found an apartment key and returned to the table. As I sat down I handed the key to Jennifer. "Jen this is your key. I'll call the condominium office this morning and arrange for a third parking place. You should take my spot. I'll take the new one, that way you'll have a place to park today".

Jennifer stared at me. "Francis, are you really serious? Are you saying that I actually am going to get to move in here?"

I nodded. "Of course I am. I thought we resolved this last night".

Cassandra placed her hand on top of my hand. "Francis, during an evening of sex both Jen and I are used to hearing promises that are often conveniently forgotten the next morning."

I wrapped my fingers around Cassandra's hand and placed my other hand on the back of Jennifer's hand. "I don't make false promises. Everything I said last night I still mean this morning."

GH, you are clearly gearing this to have the potential to be an epic in its own right. The build up is so full of detail and character. We know these people so well even now. It reads so clearly, it's as if this is the one you always wanted to write. I'm glad you did. I'm curious though, are you planning this differently ? Each post seems so solid, so sure somehow.

Peak

Those are very kind words. At the risk of being an insufferable bore I am going to try to comment.

I find it interesting that you, Prissy and Mel have all commented about how much you are enjoying this story. The three of you probably know more about my stories than anyone, so when the three of you make comments I listen very carefully.

This story started as a simple diversion because I was getting bogged down with "Chattel" which of course had turned into an extension of the "Sandra and Stevie" series.

As you are well aware, both my professional life and my permisteral life became a bit taxing last spring and I started to find the scope of "Chattel" to be a little overwhelming.

I needed to simplify both my life and my writing so I started "Cassandra and Francis". Originally it was intended to be a story about the length of "The Party", but I quickly became enamored with the characters and rewrote the outline.

I am now just beginning to understand that these are the characters from "Sandra and Stevie", only in this story they're meeting as middle aged adults. Since I have spent the past few years being madly in love with Sandra and Julie, I hope you can understand that it was very easy for me to fall in love with their older incarnations, Cassandra and Jennifer.

Unfortunately I fell into my usual trap with "Cassandra and Francis". To me the purest and most exciting form of cuckolding takes place when a married woman takes a lover with her submissive husbands full knowledge and obedient consent. "The Party" and "Brenda and Bobby" would be my stories that most clearly reflect this belief.

"Cassandra and Francis", "Sandra and Stevie", "April's Story" and "Chattel" are all about unmarried trios that engage in a variation of the cuckold lifestyle. In all of these stories I work hard to establish the romantic bond between the characters because I firmly believe that a woman can only cuckold a man with whom she is deeply in love. Everything else is just cheating. Still they are not husband and wife stories.

I have spent some trying to figure out why I keep writing these stories. This is the explanation I've arrived at. When I was twenty-one, about five years before I met Lisa, I spent about eighteen months living with two bisexual dancers. They were modern dancers, not strippers. To make money they worked dinner theater. They danced in shows like, "South Pacific" and "My Fair Lady". You know the routine.

I was a very fit just graduated ex college basketball player. They introduced me to sexual domination. In the power hierarchy I was number three and I loved every minute of it. We had a very good time.

They also introduced me to the world of professional theater and it was there that I first learned that there were men who liked to watch their wives having sex with other men.

I was young, fit, 6'5" tall and relatively well endowed. I could also get it up four times a night and with the last two erections I could go on for a very long time. My two girlfriends also taught me to have a very open mind, The first time I saw a husband lick my cum out of his wife's cunt I was only twenty-one. (This was the early seventies, AIDs and herpes didn't exist.) Needless to say, I became an extremely popular bull, although we never used that term. I was just "a date" or "a friend".

Anyway, that may be my basis for trio stories.

The introduction of "Jill and Timmy" as a sub story (and it will continue) has given me the opportunity to write a "wife/husband" story while I continue to write "Cassandra and Francis". Now I have the best of both worlds.

Peak you also alluded to a change in my writing style.

I have always written from an outline, but I think that I now look at my stories as plays. I try to write scenes. The segment I just finished might be entitled, "Francis meets Jennifer". My last post and the upcoming two posts are transition pieces. My next scene could be entitled, "Francis goes to Malone's".

I think that at your urging and the urging of others, I have learned that the devil is indeed in the detail. These days, I am attempting to pay close attention to detail. Sometimes I think it works and at other times I think I fall flat on my face.

This letter is a good example of the inspiration that comes from several large glasses of scotch.

I am also very happy.

Lisa has come home. She spent most of the spring and early summer living with a man in Florida. He wanted Lisa to divorce me and marry him. This is a harsh reality of the cuckold life style. She left him several weeks ago and came home to me. Lisa always eventually comes home to me.

Tonight she is out with Ray. Ray is my wife's oldest boyfriend (as in long term). He is also my very good friend. You might say that he is our Jamister Mathews. I am always happy when Lisa is out with Ray.

GH

It was a two block walk from the faculty parking ramp to the humanities building. At 9:30 in the morning, the campus was certain to be crowded. As soon as I left the parking ramp I started watching people's faces for any sign of shock, dismay or curiosity. I was incredibly self conscious about the fact that I was wearing a chastity cage.

By the time I got to the front steps of the humanities building my fears had begun to disappear. No one seemed to be paying any undue attention to me at all.

When I got to the English Department doors I stopped and took a moment to gather my courage before I went inside. On the other side of those doors Janine Murphy would be vigilantly manning her desk. Janine, the department secretary was a fiery middle aged red head from Boston. She was a renowned eagle eye and she never missed anything.

I took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped into the office. Janine was sitting at her desk. When she heard me come in she looked up and studied me.

I froze. This was the moment of truth.

After several seconds she smiled and said, "Good morning Dr. Townsend. I'm relieved to see you. It's 9:40, you have a class at 10:00. You usually get here by 8:30, I was starting to worry."

I smiled back at Janine. It was partly a response to her smile, but it was also a smile of relief. She hadn't noticed my chastity cage. "I'm sorry, I suppose I should have called you. I had a late night last night. I decided to relax in for an extra hour".

Janine raised her eyebrows. "Oh my! A late night on a Tuesday? How decadent. Dr. Townsend, are you carousing with loose women until the wee hours of the morning?" Janine was not only a renowned eagle eye, she was also a notorious tease.

I winked at her. "Janine you've discovered my secret. I'm a mild mannered English professor by day and a notorious womanizer at night".

She laughed. "I've always suspected as much".

I walked across the reception area. As I opened the door to my office I turned back and grinned at Janine. "Now you have some nice juicy gossip for your coffee break".

She nodded. "I most certainly do. Dr. Townsend, by lunch time everyone is going to be referring to you as the Don Juan of the English Department".

I laughed. “Janine it never hurts to advertise”.

Janine stared at me. “Dr. Townsend! Be careful what you wish for. One of these days you may wake up and discover you're living with a houseful of saucy wenches”.

“A houseful of saucy wenches? Janine, I have to admit that's a rather appealing image.”

Janine groaned. “Men are incorrigible. Dr. Townsend, get into your office and get ready for your lecture; Oh and don't forget to close the door behind you.”

As I closed the door, both of us were laughing.

As soon as I got into my office I sat down at my desk and sighed. It was a sigh of relief. I'd managed to get by Janine. I was beginning to feel confident that no one would notice I was wearing a chastity cage.

I looked up at the clock. It was 9:45. I didn't have time to relax. At 10:00 I had to give a one hour lecture to a very large group of Sophomores and Juniors. I opened my desk and took out the folder that contained the notes for today's presentation. It was a class on nineteenth century American Literature. The topic for this morning was the short stories of Bret Harte. Last week my students had all been given the assignment to read, "The Outcasts of Poker Flat" and "The Luck of Roaring Camp".

After quickly reviewing my notes I left my office to go to the lecture hall. When I passed through the reception area Janine called to me, "Give 'em hell lover boy."

As I opened the door to leave I looked around to make sure there was no one else in the office and then I discreetly held up my middle finger and waived it at Janine.

Janine shook her head and clucked her tongue. "Dr. Townsend, is that an appropriate way for a distinguished University Professor like yourself to be expressing his feelings?"

We both grinned at each other. I playfully answered, 'Yup”.

As I closed the door Janine rolled her eyes and burst out laughing.

Speaking to over a hundred college students while you're wearing a chastity cage for the very first time is a daunting task. Anyone who questions that has never done it.

At first I was very nervous, but I quickly noticed that my students were all responding to my lecture in their normal manner. Most of them were attentively writing down copious notes. A few were daydreaming and in the back rows several were arelax. This gave me confidence and I managed to finish the lecture with professionalism and poise.

I left the lecture hall with a feeling of giddy relief. Unfortunately my sense of jubilation was going to be a short lived because I was quickly becoming aware of another feeling. I had to urinate and I knew that this was a need that could not be ignored until I got home. My sense of relief at having delivered my lecture without discovery disappeared. I was now faced with my worst fear. I was going to have to expose my lavender panties and chastity cage.

I made my way to the men's room with trepidation. When I walked in I carefully looked around. It was empty. This was a great relief. I studied the row of urinals and considered tightly pressing myself into one of them. I quickly rejected this plan. I'd never tried to urinate while I was wearing the cage and I wasn't certain just how difficult it was going to be. I didn't want to be caught fiddling with it when someone else walked into the lavatory.

There was also another issue. That morning Cassandra and Jennifer had issued an edict that I was no longer allowed to pee standing up like a man. I was now expected to sit down and relieve myself like a girl. I understood that they would never actually know if I was really complying with their demand while I was at work, but I also knew I couldn't lie to them if they ever asked me about it. I also knew that the submissive part of me wanted to comply with their demand.

I quickly went inside one of the stalls, latched the door and dropped my trousers. As I sat down on the toilet I was careful to keep my panties above my knees. If someone else did come into the men's room I didn't want them glance at the space under the stall wall and see my lacy violet underpants bunched up around my ankles.

As soon as I started to pee I heard the men's room door open. My heart nearly stopped beating. I listened carefully. From the sound of the voices it seemed to be several students. I tried to will myself to stop peeing so that I could stand up and pull up my trousers, but I'd had several cups of coffee with Cassandra and Jennifer. My bladder needed relief and it was not about to be denied.

I sat perfectly still. The sound of my urine splashing into the water in the toilet bowl was deafening. I know it wasn't rational, but I was terrified. I was certain that at any moment a student was going to poke his head over the wall of my stall and say, “What the fuck is going on in there?” And then he was going to stare at me and after a moment say, 'What the fuck are you wearing?”

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and I heard the students leave. I was alone again. I finished peeing, wiped off the end of my chastity cage with two squares of toilet tissue, stood and pulled up my trousers.

I quickly left the restroom and hurried back to my office. Janine was on the telephone when I passed through the reception area. She waved to me as I walked by her. As soon as I was safely inside my office I sat down at my desk and sighed with relief.

I skipped lunch.

My afternoon lecture was much easier. I was now confident that no one would notice that I was wearing a chastity cage. As soon as I was done with my lecture I went back to the English Department office and said good bye to Janine. By 2:30 I was in my car driving back to the condominium. I couldn't wait to see Cassandra and Jennifer.

Amazing GH....so amazing I sent you a PM

Mel

GH, thank you for opening the door a little and allowing us to peek in. Tempting as it might be, I wouldn't dream of even trying to move a teacup from the scene. It's private. Look but don't touch. I'm sure we can all understand a little though of why Lisa keeps coming back.

I can also see that so much of this story comes from the heart, even if the planning and words comes from the head. It remains a great story. Getting to the end may be like landing a fifteen pound salmon on a five pound line, but you can do it.

Peak and Mel

Thank you very much. You know I always appreciate you support, compliments and criticism.

GH

After my morning lecture I'd called the condominium office and arranged for a third parking place. It was four spaces away from the spots Cassandra and Jennifer were now using. I parked my car and got out. As I walked to the elevator I passed by the girl's cars. They were both old and in significant disrepair. I decided that all three of us deserved new cars. I was a very wealthy man and for the first time in my life I had a good reamister to spend some of my money.

I smiled as I stepped onto the elevator. Actually I had two good reamisters to spend some of my money. They were named Cassandra and Jennifer.

When I got to the sixteenth floor the elevator stopped and the doors opened. I stepped out. My apartment was just a few feet away. I took out my key. As I put it in the lock I realized that I was more than just a little bit nervous.

On Monday night I thought I was coming home to just Cassandra. Instead I found her in my bedroom with another man. She was sucking his cock. It was certainly one of the most exciting moments of my life, but it was also very disconcerting.

Last night I walked into an empty apartment; but minutes after I put on my apron and started preparing dinner, the maelstrom that masquerades as Jennifer Dalton blew into my house and swept me off my feet.

I turned the key in the lock. The bolt clicked. I opened the door and cautiously stepped into my apartment. I wasn't sure what to expect. I cautiously looked around. Chaos had taken over. There were boxes everywhere.

Suddenly Jennifer stepped out of the master bedroom. When she saw me she stopped. For a moment she stared at me and then huge smile appeared on her face. She ran over to me and threw her arms around my neck. As she hugged me she said, "Francis I'm glad you're home. Both Cassie and I missed you so much. This is a wonderful apartment. Thank you for letting me live here. Have you seen the balcony? The view is fabulous in the daylight. Oh, of course you have; you live here. Francis, we've rearranged the bedrooms. I hope you like what we've done. Baby, I loved relaxing with you last night. I want to relax with you every night for the rest of our lives. How was your day at work? Were you too tired? Both Cassie and I worried about you all day today. You have to take a nap before we go to Malone's. Will it be okay if I nap with you? Sweetheart I love relaxing next to you."

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to Jennifer's wonderful enthusiasm so I just kissed her. She kissed me back. When we broke apart I whispered to her, "You can do anything you want to the apartment and yes, I would love to take a nap with you."

"When she gets excited our friend can put Molly Bloom to shame." Cassandra was smiling at me. "Hi baby, it's nice to see you."

"Who the fuck is Molly Bloom?" For a moment Jennifer paused to think and then she nodded, "Oh yes, she's the woman in that book Bonnie made me read. The ending was incomprehensible. That Joyce guy stopped using punctuation.

I laughed. "Most of my students express that same opinion when I make them read "Ulysses".

Cassandra walked over and put her arms around my shoulders. "Hi Francis, Jen's right we both did miss you." We kissed. It wasn't a kiss filled with passion and urgent sexual need. It was a tender loving kiss. It was the kind of kiss that I hadn't experienced since Emily and I parted. I liked it.

After she kissed me Cassandra took my hand, led me into the bedroom and started untying my necktie. At the same time I felt Jennifer unbuckling my belt. As she lowered my trousers I said, "What's going on here? I thought I was the slave. Shouldn't I be undressing the two of you?"

Jennifer kneeled down. As she pulled my loafers off my feet she looked up at me and smiled. "Not right now. You can go back to being our slave after our nap, but for a little while we want to pamper you just a little bit."

Cassandra unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it onto one of the nearby boxes. "Jen and I are going to have plenty of fun tonight." She grabbed my left nipple between her thumb and her forefinger and gently twisted it. "And I guarantee you that much of it will be at your expense."

Jennifer pulled my pants down to my ankles. "Step out of these sweetheart. I have to hang them up. We don't want them to get wrinkled. Cassie and I don't want anyone thinking our babydoll is a slob."

As she hung my pants in the closet Jennifer said; "Tonight, after you've bought us dinner at Malone's, we intend to brazenly..."She giggled. "Listen to me, brazenly! I love living with an English Professor. It makes me try to stretch my vocabulary." She paused for a moment and then she continued. "Anyway, we intend to brazenly," She giggled again, "flirt with other men and torment you and humiliate you while were doing it."

Cassandra nuzzled my ear. "But right now we want to be sure you know just how much we care about you." She slipped her hand down the front of my lavender panties and fondled my caged penis. "There is one tiny detail that might disappoint you just a little."

"What's that?"

"We don't plan to take your chastity cage off until the evening is all over. Jen and I did a little reading on the Internet this afternoon."

Jennifer grinned at me. "We learned that men tend to be much more compliant when their sexual desires are unsatisfied. We want you to be very compliant this evening."

Cassandra gently squeezed my testicles. "Tonight, when you watch us make love to other men; we want to be absolutely certain that you're overwhelmed with envy and jealousy."

Jennifer stripped off her jeans and tee shirt. I looked at her with longing. Her large naked breasts were gorgeous.

She saw me staring and laughed. "Come on baby, let's get into bed. After our nap is over, you can lick my big titties as much as you want."

Cassandra took off her tee shirt. As she stepped out of her jeans she said, "I think there might be a couple of spots that you could lick that might give Jen even more pleasure." She grabbed my hand. "Come on sweetheart, right now it's nap time. When we wake up it will be playtime."

The three of us climbed into bed wearing nothing but our panties. I pulled the covers up over us while Cassandra and Jennifer snuggled up on each side of me. They were both large breasted women. Their soft, supple flesh felt wonderful pressed against my back and chest. Normally I would have had difficulty falling arelax in that situation, but not on that afternoon. We'd stayed up much too late on the previous night. That afternoon I was tired. I feel arelax immediately.

Real nice, gh! i'm not much for analyzing a writing style but this story is turning out wonderful. For me, the characters i cared most about were Sandra and Stevie. i liked all the other characters in the other stories, but with Sandra and Stevie it ended up feeling like they were living next door. lol Anyway, Cassandra, Jennifer, and Francis are starting to feel the same way. Keep up the great work. priss

Another little injection of love in the story GH the love IMHO is just as important if not more important than the raunchy side, beautifully written again

Mel x

I love this story GH, maybe one of your best ever.

TrF2

Priss, Mel and TrF2

Thank you

GH

Someone gently kissed my forehead. I wasn't certain if it was a dream or if it was real.

"Francis, it's time to wake up."

I felt the lips kissing me again. They were soft and warm. And then there was a second voice. "Francis it's five o'clock. If you want to have time to play for a little while before we go to Malone's you have to wake up now."

I opened my eyes. Cassandra was looking down at me. Jennifer was standing next to her. They were both smiling at me.

Jennifer took my hand and pulled me up to a sitting position. "Come on baby, we have the bathtub filling with water. We're going to show you how to shave your legs."

I nodded."Sure, okay." I didn't really know what I was saying. My head was still filled with cobwebs. At that moment I would have agreed to anything.

Jennifer and Cassandra pulled me to my feet. By the time we got to the bathroom door I was starting to wake up. When we walked through the door I smiled. The girls had spent a little time creating some atmosphere. Three candles were burning on a shelf above the tub. They had turned off most of the lights. There was just enough illumination so that we could see what we were doing. In the corner, a Mozart flute concerto was playing on my compact stereo. The large whirlpool bathtub was full of steaming sudsy water. The sweet smell of jasmine wafted through the air. I noticed that our three razors and a bar of soap were sitting on a shelf next to tub.

Cassandra smiled at me as she pulled her panties off. "Come on Francis, let's get into the tub. The three of us are going to shave our legs and then you can bathe Jen and me."

Jennifer had already taken her panties off. As she stepped into the bathtub she cooed with delight and said, "The water is nice and hot."

The bathtub was large enough to easily accommodate four or five people. I pulled my panties off while Cassandra was getting into the tub. I was about to follow her into the water when I stopped and looked down at my chastity cage.

Cassandra noticed my concern and said, "Don't worry Francis, the instructions that came with it were very clear. It's perfectly okay to bathe while you're wearing it."

I nodded to her, stepped into the tub and sat down. The hot bubbling water had a remarkably soothing effect. All three of us closed our eyes and relaxed. After a few minutes Cassandra got out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub.

Jennifer also got out of the water. As she sat down next to Cassandra she said, "Pansy, you should sit on the other side of Cassie. "Don't worry, there's plenty of room. The three of us are going to shave our legs."

I thought about this for a moment and then I said, "I'm not sure I want to shave my legs".

Jennifer smiled at me. There was a malevolent twinkle in her eyes. "Nonsense, you're our little pussyboy. Everyone knows that men have rough hairy legs, little pussyboys like you always have nice smooth legs."

A little thrill rippled through me as I realized that the tender loving part of the evening was over. We were now playing the domination game in earnest.

Cassandra reached down and gently picked up my wrist. I offered no resistance as she gently pulled me out of the bathtub. "You want this every bit as much as we do, don't you Francis?"

As I sat down on the edge of the tub I took a deep breath and quietly whispered, "Yes Ms. Riley, I do."

For the next few minutes I followed Cassandra and Jennifer's lead as they carefully shaved their legs. It really wasn't all that difficult. I'd been shaving my face since I was a teenager, and shaving your face is actually much trickier than shaving your legs. I also don't have much body hair, so there wasn't really very much to shave.

Once we finished shaving our legs Cassandra and Jennifer spread their thighs and started shaving their bare pubic areas.

As she was shaving her cunt Jennifer winked at me and said, "Francis you'd be surprised by the number of men who love the feel of a smoothly shaved pussy."

I happened to be one of those men, so I wasn't surprised at all. But as I watched Jennifer shave her cunt I was also very aware that on this particular evening I was not going to be the lucky guy who gets to slip his hand inside the waistband of her panties so he can enjoy the feel of that freshly shaved pussy.

Cassandra nudged me. "Pansy, all three of us are shaving our pussies tonight. You'd better get busy, we don't want to have to waste time waiting for you while you finish."

I stared at Cassandra.

Jennifer laughed. "Cassie, I don't think our sweet little Pansy realizes he has a pussy."

"Well he must have a pussy because that tiny little thing we have locked in that plastic cage is certainly not a cock." Cassandra's voice had a tone of mock seriousness to it.

"You're right Cassie, it's more like a big clit. I guess that's why he's our little pussyboy."

Both girls started laughing. It was obvious they were having a very good time taunting me. Frankly I was enjoying it too, so I decided to play along. I closed my eyes and stared into the bathtub.

Jennifer giggled. "Oh look Cassie, we've hurt the little pussyboy's feelings."

"Well if he doesn't get busy shaving his pussy, we're going to hurt more than his feelings."

"Are you suggesting that Pansy might get a spanking if he keeps dawdling?"

Cassandra nodded. "Yes, with his own belt."

That got my attention. The masochist in me was excited by the thought of being spanked by these two beautiful naked women, but another more prudent part of me was afraid that several lashes with a leather belt might actually be very painful. Knowing Cassandra's sadistic streak, I realized that she would eventually find an excuse to whip me. When the time came I suspected that I would be just as excited by it as she was, but on that night I was still feeling a little timid about pain so I quickly started shaving my bare pubic area.

Cassandra laughed. "Well Jen it appears that the threat of a spanking is quite a motivator for our sweet pansy." She sighed. "Too bad, the prospect of spanking him with his own belt was getting me very excited."

Jennifer gracefully slipped off the edge of the tub and immersed herself in the hot sudsy water. "Why don't we have him bathe us. When he's done we can look for some other ways that he might be able to excite us."

Cassandra joined Jennifer in the water. "Jen, that is a wonderful idea."

Jennifer looked at me and clapped her hands. "Slave get a sponge. It's time to bathe your goddesses."

Bathing a beautiful naked woman is a delight. Bathing two of them at the same time is an adventure. I took my time, I wanted to savor every moment of the experience. Judging from the soft sighs that both Cassandra and Jennifer emitted while I washed them, they were enjoying it every bit as much as I was.

After I was done bathing the girls they relaxed in the tub while I washed myself. As soon as I was finished the three of us got out of the tub and the girls rinsed off in the shower. When Cassandra and Jennifer stepped out of the shower I was waiting with two large fluffy bath towels. I dried them off and then wrapped the towels around their shoulders to keep them warm.

Once I was done Cassandra turned to me and said, "Slave, clean up in here and join us in the bedroom as soon as you're done. Do not dare to keep us waiting." There was an assertive tone to her voice that told me I should take her warning very seriously.

Cassandra took Jennifer's hand. "Come on Jen, let's go relax on the bed while our little pussyboy maid cleans the bathroom."

As soon as the girls left I went to work. I quickly drained and rinsed the tub, put the candles away, turned off the music and put our dirty panties in the laundry hamper. After I was finished I rinsed off in the shower, dried myself, wrapped a towel around my waist and joined the girls in the bedroom.

The girls were sitting on the bed. They both looked up at me. Cassandra stared at me for a moment and then she stood up, walked straight over to me and slapped me hard across the face. "Who gave you permission to cover yourself? A well behaved slave should always be naked when he attends to his goddesses. Drop the towel! Do it now!"

I quickly did as I was ordered and let the towel drop to the floor. Cassandra's slap was a surprise and while it did sting, it was more disconcerting than anything else.

"That's very good Pansy." Cassandra's voice had softened. "Now get down on your knees."

I was beginning to realize that Cassandra and Jennifer were taking our domination game to a new level. My entire body was tingling with excitement as I fell to my knees.

Cassandra walked over to the dresser, picked up a brown paper bag and opened it.

I gasped when she removed a brown leather dog collar and a matching leash.

"Yes Pansy, we have a little present for you. Cassie show him the tag before you put the collar around his neck."

Cassandra walked back over to me, grabbed a bunch of my hair and jerked my head up. She was being very rough with me. She held the collar in front of my face and said, "Read it pussyboy."

The was a heart shaped metal tag hanging from the collar. It read, "My name is Pansy. I belong to Jennifer and Cassandra."

Cassandra jerked my head again. "Read it out loud pussyboy."

I was very excited. I breathlessly said, "My name is Pansy. I belong to Jennifer Dalton and Cassandra Riley."

"Is that true pussyboy? Do you belong to Ms. Dalton and me?"

"Yes Ms. Riley, it is very true. I belong to you and Ms. Dalton. I am your property."

"Very good pussyboy." Cassandra slipped the collar over my head and rebuckled it so that it fit loosely around my neck.

I glanced over at Jennifer. Her legs were spread. She was rubbing her pussy while she watched us. I smiled at her. She smiled back at me. I wasn't sure which of us was more excited about what was happening.

Cassandra attached the leash to my collar and then she gave it a tug. "Pansy, heel." She led me over to Jennifer. "It's time to pay homage to your goddess."

Jennifer extended her foot.

"Pansy, kiss her toes."

I cradled Jennifer's foot in my hands. She sighed as I kissed each of her toes."

Cassandra passed the leash to Jennifer and sat down on the bed next to her.

Jennifer pulled her foot away from me and set it on back on the floor. She spread her thighs and gave the leash a gentle tug. "Kiss my pussy Pansy." She continued pulling on the leash. I crawled between her legs. When I pressed my lips against her cunt I felt her dampness. Goddess Jennifer was very excited.

I kissed Jennifer's pussy for a moment and then I extended my tongue. I felt her shiver when I started licking her. I closed my eyes and focused all of my attention on pleasuring my goddess. Jennifer squealed with delight as I sucked her engorged clitoris into my mouth.

Suddenly Cassandra picked up my leash and jerked my face away from Jennifer's cunt. "It's time to worship your goddesses ass pussyboy."

Jennifer rolled over so she was lying on her stomach. Cassandra dropped my leash, leaned over, pulled Jennifer's gorgeous cheeks apart and exposed her tiny anus. "Kiss her asshole pussyboy. Show your goddess that you really do belong to her. Show her that you'll do anything in the world for her."

As I leaned forward and softly kissed Jennifer's puckered hole, I was so excited that it seemed like my entire body was shaking.

She sighed when she felt my lips touch her. "Francis, that feels so nice."

Next to me Cassandra whispered, "Use your tongue Francis. French kiss your goddesses asshole."

Cassandra and Jennifer had ignited my submissive, masochistic desires. My entire being was overwhelmed with a desperate hunger to demean myself for their pleasure. I wanted them to know that I did belong to them. I wanted to prove to them that I was their slave, their plaything, their toy. I wanted to make it very clear that was willing, no eager to submit to any indignity they might choose.

Jennifer cooed with delight when she felt me push my tongue into her forbidden tunnel.

Cassandra placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed my face into Jennifer's ass. "That's right Francis, lick your goddesses asshole. Show her how much you adore her."

I don't really know how long I licked and kissed Jennifer's rear. Time was irrelevant. Cassandra finally pulled my face away. She gave me a moment to catch my breath and then she kissed my forehead and said, "You were wonderful. Now it's time for you to give Jen another taste of that little treat you discovered last night."

Jennifer rolled over onto her back and smiled at me. "You know what she's talking about don't you Francis."

I grinned at her. "Yes I do. Are you ready?"

Jennifer nodded. "Oh yes, and this time you can use two fingers."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Are you sure?"

Next to me Cassandra laughed. "Yes Francis, she's very sure. Don't worry, you won't hurt her. She can take a very large cock back there."

Jennifer giggled. "And later tonight I plan to do exactly that."

Cassandra rolled her eyes and continued. "Don't be nervous, go slow at first. I'll help you."

Jennifer pulled her feet up on the bed and slid her hips forward. This gave me free access to both her ass and her pussy.

I smiled at her. "Ready?"

She nodded.

I put my index finger in my mouth and got it nice and wet and then I pushed it into Jennifer's anus. At first I moved slowly, but when my finger was about a half inch into her I felt her sphincter muscle relax and my finger easily slid in all the way up to the knuckle.

Jennifer closed her eyes and said, "Francis, that feels so good."

Cassandra whispered in my ear. "Look at her Francis. Can you see how much pleasure you're giving her?"

"Yes."

"All right it's time to add another finger."

Jennifer giggled. "Yes Francis, please; I'm so ready."

I took my index finger out of Jennifer's asshole and put it back in my mouth, but this time I put my middle finger in with it. As soon as both fingers were very wet I pushed them into Jennifer. I moved slowly, I was worried about hurting her.

Jennifer sensed my concern. "Don't worry baby, you're not hurting me; in fact it feels wonderful." She took a deep breath. "Push them into me, push them all the way into me."

I applied a little gentle pressure and both fingers easily slid all the way into Jennifer's ass.

She squealed with delight. "Yes, now fuck me! Fuck my ass with those wonderful fingers."

Next to me Cassandra said, "You know what to do next, don't you?"

I nodded. I leaned over, placed my lips around Jennifer's engorged clitoris and started sucking on it."

Jennifer screamed. I got nervous and started to pull away from her cunt.

Cassandra pushed my face back down. "Don't stop. You're not hurting her, she's loving this."

I sucked her clit back into my mouth and continued. Jennifer started laughing. It was an almost maniacal laugh. And then she started to cry. This time I didn't stop. I kept sucking on her clit and fucking her ass with my fingers. I trusted that Cassandra would intervene if anything was wrong.

Suddenly Jennifer gasped. For a moment she lay perfectly still and then her body started to shake and she screamed again, only this time the scream was much louder.

Cassandra grabbed my collar and gently pulled me away. "She's cumming. Let her enjoy her orgasm."

I pulled my fingers out of Jennifer's ass and leaned against Cassandra's legs. She softly patted my head while we watched Jennifer savor the final moments of her orgasm.

Finally Jennifer's body quieted and her breathing returned to normal. She lay perfectly still for a minute and then she opened her eyes and sat up. There was a huge smile on her face as she said, "That was wonderful."

Cassandra picked up my leash and pulled me over so I was kneeling in front of her. "All right pussyboy, now it's my turn." She smiled as she lay back on the bed. "One finger will be plenty for me."

I took my time with Cassandra. Neither Jennifer nor I wanted her to get short shrift because she'd opted to go second. Cassandra had taken great care to create a very exciting scene for Jennifer and me and we wanted to be certain we did the same for her. When she finally did cum we were pleased that her orgasm seemed to be every bit as volcanic as Jennifer's had been.

Afterwards the three of us cuddled on the bed for a few minutes. As we lay there Jennifer gently stroked my hair and said, "Francis I feel like we should do you now."

I shook my head. I was about to try to explain why they shouldn't when Cassandra intervened.

"Jen he doesn't want us to do him right now."

Jennifer looked at me. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Why?"

Cassandra smiled at Jennifer. "Did you enjoy the last hour and a half?"

"Yes, of course I did."

She looked at me. "Francis did you enjoy it?"

I beamed at both women. "That might have been the most exciting experience of my entire life."

Cassandra grinned at me. "I agree." Her expression became more serious. "Would you like us give you a turn?"

I smiled at her. "Oh yes, very much." I paused and then I quietly added, "But please don't. It will be even more exciting if you ruthlessly deny me the pleasures that I so desperately want. “ I took a deep breath. “And later tonight when I'm powerd to watch you freely give those pleasures to other men while you callously ignore me, it will be even more exciting.

Cassandra nodded knowingly. "Jen always remember that Francis is a submissive masochist. He gets excited when we humiliate and take advantage of him."

Jennifer smiled at us. "I think I understand." She looked at me. "Sometimes I get really excited when a guy treats me like a slut. I think it might be a little like that."

"Jen that's an excellent comparimister." Cassandra started giggling."Want to know the best part?"

Jennifer and I both stared at her.

I asked, "What is it?"

Cassandra winked at us. "Jen and I are both dominant sadists. We're eager to torment and use you."

All three of us started laughing.

Suddenly Jennifer exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, look at the time. It's almost seven." She shook her head. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving. I think it's time to get dressed and go to Malone's."

Cassandra stood up. "Jen, now that you mention it; I'm famished." She turned to me. "Francis, we'd planned to have you lay out our clothes and dress us this evening; but Jen and I are both starving. If you don't mind, I think it will be quicker if we dress ourselves."

I smiled at her. "I'm hungry too. We have lots of evenings ahead of us when you can make me wait on you while you get dressed. Tonight, let's get our clothes on and go to dinner."

I stood up. I was about to walk over to my dresser when Cassandra grabbed my wrist and stopped me. "Just a minute Francis." She removed my dog collar and leash. "I think these might draw a little too much attention at Malone's."

I laughed. "Thank you, I was a little worried that you planned to make me crawl into the restaurant on my hands and knees."

Jennifer giggled. "Oh my! Now that would be exciting."

I cringed.

Cassandra patted my cheek. "Don't worry baby, we won't make you do that." She winked at me. "At least not yet."

Jennifer slapped my naked ass. "I'm hungry pussyboy, go get dressed."

Both girls watched me as I walked over to my dresser and opened my underwear drawer. When I looked into it I froze. It was filled with women's panties.

Behind me I heard Cassandra and Jennifer giggling. I turned. "You filled my underwear drawer with your underpants."

Cassandra shook her head. There was a huge smirk on her face. "No sweetie, we filled your underwear drawer with your new underpants."

Jennifer grinned at me. "That's right Pansy, from now on it's strictly panties for you."

I sighed.

Cassandra walked over and kissed my cheek. "Now, now Pansy, don't be upset." She started laughing. "Some of them are really cute. I like the yellow ones that have the little pink flowers on them."

I grabbed a pair of the yellow panties, but Jennifer stopped me. "No pussyboy, put those back. Those are for every day wear. Look in the other drawer.

I opened the next drawer. It used to contain handkerchiefs and dress socks. Now it was filled with panties and pantyhose, only the panties in this drawer were made out of lace and satin.

I held a pair up. They were made of pink satin and trimmed with white lace. They were crotchless. I turned and looked at Cassandra and Jennifer. They were smiling at me.

Cassandra said, "We thought they'd be very cute with your chastity cage."

Jennifer looked at Cassandra. "Those really would be a very nice choice for this evening."

"Yes, I understand that this year, all the men at Malone's are wearing pink crotchless panties."

The girls burst out laughing. My face turned a deep shade of red.

Cassandra patted my butt. "Put those on pussyboy and then grab a pair of beige pantyhose. They'll look nice with your brown Italian loafers" She winked at me. "If you're lucky no one will notice them." She looked back at me as she walked over to the bathroom door. "Jen and I are going to put on our makeup. You should finish getting dressed. A pair of casual slacks and a sport shirt will be just fine. When you're done, see if you can straighten up the living room a little bit. I think it's very likely that we'll be having company later tonight."

I dressed quickly. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to put on the pantyhose, but I remembered that my ex wife Emily used to roll them up her legs. That made it easier.

As soon as I finished dressing I went into the living room and tried to bring a little order to the apartment. I stored several boxes in the hall closet. I stacked the rest of them in one corner of the dining room.

I was moving the last box when Jennifer and Cassandra came out of the bedroom. The moment I saw them I stopped what I was doing and stared. They were both absolutely gorgeous.

They'd surprised me. I'd expected them to be wearing very short miniskirts and tight semitransparent tops, maybe even crop tops. I was wrong, very wrong. Once I thought about it, I realized that it had been a silly idea. Cassandra and Jennifer weren't teen aged hookers. They were sophisticated middle aged women and their outfits reflected that fact. Don't misunderstand me, their clothes were still very suggestive. Cassandra and Jennifer were definitely not on their way to church.

They were both wearing very elegant dresses. Cassandra's was a soft turquoise knit. Jennifer's was made of bright red satin. Both dresses had halter tops with v necks that plunged all the way to their navels. Neither of the girls were wearing brassieres and I wondered if they had to worry that one of their large breasts might occasionally slip out of their top. The dresses both had sheath skirts that came down to just slightly above their knees, but both skirts were slit up one side almost to their hips. It was obvious that when they sat down, Jennifer and Cassandra would both be exposing a large amount of leg.

They were wearing black spike heeled pumps and nylon stockings. Jennifer had a string of pearls around her neck and Cassandra was wearing a jeweled pendant on a gold chain.

I set the box down and grinned at the girls. "You are both positively stunning."

Cassandra lifted her skirt and exposed her black garter belt and black lace thong panties. As she twirled around she leered at me and said, "What do you think Francis? Will we be able to attract a couple of hot guys to help us cuckold you tonight?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Oh yes."

The girls were wearing heels so I offered to drive to Malone's even though it was only a block a way. They were adamant that the walk wouldn't be a problem so the car stayed in the garage. It was a beautiful May evening. As soon as we left the apartment building Cassandra and Jennifer each took one of my arms and the walk quickly turned into a very pleasant evening stroll.

It was almost eight o'clock when we arrived at Malone's. The place appeared to be crowded. There were at least twenty or thirty cars in the parking lot.

As we walked up to the door I looked at both of the girls and said, "There are a lot of cars here, are you sure we don't need a reservation?"

Jennifer shook her head. "No the bar will be full, but there will be plenty of open tables in the dining room."

Cassandra nodded in agreement. "We'll be fine right now. At ten they'll stop serving dinner and the dining room will turn into an extension of the bar. After that the tables in the dining room will fill quickly."

Jennifer smiled. "But we'll be okay, because we'll already have a table."

I opened one of the large wooden doors and held it while the girls walked through. As soon as we were inside the restaurant a large, immaculately dressed black man greeted us. He appeared to be in his mid thirties.

"Cassie and Jen! It is so nice to see you. We missed you last night. Joseph and I couldn't remember the last time the two of you missed a Tuesday evening at Malone's."

Both Cassandra and Jennifer kissed his cheek and then Jennifer gestured towards me and said, "Antoine this is our boy friend Francis. Francis this is Antoine."

Antoine raised his eyebrows. "Our boyfriend? My my, I'm going to be very interested to hear how this relationship works."

As I watched Antoine I perceived a noticeably effeminate quality in his manner. I started to suspect that this tall slender black man was very gay.

Antoine extended his hand. "Francis it is a pleasure to meet you." He smiled at me. "But I have to warn you, a large number of men here are going to be disappointed to find out that you've taken two of their favorite playmates out of circulation."

Cassandra smiled at him. "Oh we are not out of circulation. In fact after we're finished with dinner, Jen and I plan to pick out a couple of hot guys and show them a very good time."

Antoine nodded. "I see, it appears that the three of you have a rather progressive relationship." He looked at me. "Francis, do you plan to find an attractive playmate tonight?"

Jennifer shook her head.

I immediately realized what she was about to say, and I was horrified. I also knew that I was powerless to stop her.

"Oh no, Francis doesn't get to fool around."

I was certain that my face had turned a deep shade of crimmister. Behind me I heard Cassandra giggling.

Jennifer put her arm around my shoulder. "Cassie and I expect our sweet little baby doll to remain perfectly faithful to us while we play with as many men as we want."

Antoine covered his mouth with his hand and gasped. "Oh dear, that is a progressive relationship."

He grinned at us and then he picked up three menus. "I'm going to seat you at one of Joseph's tables, that way I can be certain I'll hear every detail about your evening here."

Antoine led us into the dining room. As we walked over to our table I had my first chance to look at the inside of Malone's. The dining room was the size of a University classroom. There were about two dozen tables loosely arranged around a small dance floor. Several speakers were mounted on the wall adjacent to the dance floor. A romantic ballad was quietly playing in the background.

As we walked into the dining room I noticed a large archway on our right. It connected the cocktail lounge and the dining room. The two rooms appeared to be about the same size. There was a 50 inch flat screen television mounted on the back wall of the lounge. It was tuned to a baseball game. At least a dozen men were seated at the bar takeing and watching the game. On the far side of the bar there was another door. I assumed that this was the door that led to the deck that I could see from the balcony of my apartment.

Antoine set our menus on a table adjacent to the dance floor. After we were seated he said, "Joseph will be with you shortly." And then he turned and disappeared through a door on the left side of the dining room.

As soon as Antoine was gone Jennifer looked at me and said, "Francis, can we order an appetizer. I know they're expensive, but I'm famished. I don't think I can wait until we get our dinner."

I smiled at her. "Jennifer, you can order anything you want. Money is not an issue."

She shook her head. "Yes it is. I know you're a college professor and you make a good income, but you're not rich and you live in that expensive apartment and you're not making us pay rent. I'm afraid you're going to get into financial trouble because of us."

Cassandra placed her hand on top of my hand and whispered, "Francis, she doesn't know. I deliberately didn't tell her. I wanted her to have the chance to fall in love with you because of who you are and not what you have."

Jennifer stared at both of us. "What are you talking about?"

I smiled at her. "Jennifer, I am rich."

"What do you mean?"

Cassandra placed her other hand on top of Jennifer's hand. "Jen honey, Francis is rich. His man made a fortune in the oil business and he left a large chunk of it to Francis when he died. Francis is very frugal and he invested the money wisely, so now he is quite wealthy."

"But why didn't you tell me?"

'Honey by the time Francis told me I was already head over heels in love with him. I wanted you to have the same opportunity."

Jennifer thought about this. After a moment she said, "Okay, I guess that makes sense." And then she turned to me. There was a determined expression on her face. "But you're still not going to squander your fortune on us."

I laughed. "All right, but I think we can order anything we want tonight without worrying about squandering my fortune." I opened my menu. "What appetizer would you like?"

Jennifer whispered. "They're kind of expensive."

Cassandra leaned over. "Francis, she loves the crab cakes, but they are expensive."

I looked at my menu. An order of crab cakes cost eighteen dollars. They were the most expensive appetizer. I glanced at the rest of the menu. The most expensive entrée was the lobster thermidore. It cost forty-six dollars.

I set my menu down and smiled at Jennifer. "We can easily afford to order anything we want on this menu".

She shook her head. "Francis, I don't..."

I reached over and picked up her hand. "Jennifer, I admire your attitude about money. I think it's very responsible, but this is the first time the three of us have gone out together. Tonight I think we can afford to splurge."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am very sure."

As we were talking a slender middle aged man with bleached blond hair came out of the door that Antoine had disappeared into a few minutes earlier. Jennifer and Cassandra both smiled at him as he approached our table. He looked even more effeminate than Antoine.

Cassandra greeted him. "Hi Joseph, how are you tonight?"

He beamed at both girls. "Cassie and Jen it is a pleasure to see you. Antoine and I missed you last night."

Jennifer gestured towards me and said, "Our new boyfriend Francis made dinner for us at his apartment."

Joseph looked at me and nodded. "Yes, Antoine told me about him. It sounds like the three of you have a very exotic relationship. We're both curious to see how everything works out this evening."

"I'll can tell you what's going to happen right now. Jen and I are going to meet a couple of very handsome men tonight. We'll let Francis buy them a take and then we'll go back to his apartment where the four of us are going to play to our hearts content while our little slaveboy obediently sees to our every need."

I closed my eyes. It was clear that my offense was beginning in earnest.

Joseph gasped. "Oh my!" He leaned forward and whispered in a conspiratorial tone of voice, "This game you're playing sounds very exciting, and Antoine and I are going to thoroughly enjoy watching it, but please be discreet. The manager and some of our patrons are not quite so open minded."

Jennifer nodded. "Don't worry Joseph, we'll be careful."

He smiled. "I'm sure you will. Now can I get you something from the bar?"

Cassandra smiled at him. "Yes please. I'd like a vodka martini." She turned to Jennifer. "Jen what would you like?"

"A vodka martini would be very nice."

Joseph turned to me. "Sir what would you like?"

I was about to also order a vodka martini when Cassandra raised her hand and stopped me. She knew me well enough to know what I wanted, but she wanted to order it for me. It was a subtle demonstration of dominance. "Francis will also have a vodka martini. Oh and Joseph, you shouldn't call him sir. It might go to his head. We wouldn't want him to start thinking he was the equal of the other men in the bar would we?"

Joseph shook his head and smiled at Jennifer and Cassandra. "The two of you really are a pair of she devils aren't you?"

They both grinned at him and then Cassandra said, "Oh and Joseph would you please bring us an order of crab cakes right away and when you bring our cocktails we'd like to place our dinner orders. All three of us are starving."

He nodded to Cassandra and then he looked at me. "Francis," He turned to Cassandra. "May I call him Francis?"

Cassandra smiled. "Yes, that would be very appropriate."

"Francis, the crab cakes are a specialty of the house." He leaned forward and whispered. "The chef dribbles a little Hollandaise sauce across each one. That's what makes them so special. I'm sure you're going to find them to be a real treat."

He looked at Cassandra and Jennifer. "Ladies, is there anything else I can get for you?"

They both shook their heads.

"Then I'll turn in the order for your crab cakes and get your takes from the bar." He bowed politely and left the dining room.

As Joseph was walking away I smiled. Telling me about the crab cakes was a nice touch. He acknowledged me as a permister while still staying within the parameters of the game Jennifer, Cassandra and I were playing.

In a very short time Joseph was back with our cocktails. He was a good waiter. A few minutes later he brought the crab cakes and then he took our dinner orders. Jennifer ordered for me. All three of us were having a small fillet, a baked potato and a Caesar salad. Cassandra ordered a bottle of California merlot that I'd found on the wine list. I'd suggested it while Joseph was in the kitchen getting our crab cakes.

I was just taking my first bite of crab cake when I noticed Antoine leading an unescorted woman to a table not far from us. As soon as I saw her I set my fork down. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was beautiful. Her long brown hair hung loosely around her bare shoulders. The bodice of her low cut strapless silk dress barely concealed her soft round breasts and the soft flowing skirt was just short enough to accentuate her long shapely legs.

Antoine selected a chair that faced the bar. This positioned her so that our table was slightly out of her field of view. He held the chair for her while she gracefully sat down. Once she was seated he set a menu in front of her and she thanked him.

"Francis, what's the matter? Why aren't you eating your crab cake?" It was Jennifer's voice. I heard her but I was mesmerized by the sight of the woman at the other table and I didn't respond.

Cassandra nudged me. "Francis, why are you staring at her?"

Jennifer turned around so she could see who Cassandra was talking about. "Oh that's Emily Palmer." She laughed. "She's even a bigger slut than Cassie or me."

Cassandra nodded. "She always comes here on Tuesday and Wednesday nights and she always leaves with a different guy."

"She's married. Antoine and Joseph told us that her husband is the sales manager for some big time corporation. He has to travel during the week." Jennifer smiled at me. "It's obvious that while he's away she likes to play."

I quietly said, "Emily Palmer, yes I heard that was her name now." I sighed. "When I first met her she was Emily Standish. Later she became Emily Townsend."

Next to me I heard Cassandra gasp. "Francis are you telling us that Emily Palmer is your..."

I slowly nodded. "Yes, she's my ex wife."

OMG. GH, you really are pulling out all the emotional stops with this one. Adding Emily into the pot is a master stroke. Top form. Thanks.

Wow! Never saw that one coming, gh. Brilliant! priss

Wow GH, you make it great to be back! I read up through your July 30 post, with great pleasure, but am saving the rest to enjoy later - which is not easy for me to do!
I am loving this story, and these characters. They seem real by now, and after reading your note about the how and why of your writing it's easier to understand why. Thanks for sharing both your fiction stories and a little of YOUR story. This is a true treat!

stormy

Blindsided. You reached down deep for that one GH. It will be real interesting to see how this little adventure develops. Thank you.

TrF2

Peak, Priss and Trf2

Thank you, I think all stories should have a little twist once in a while.

Stormy, nice to have you back.

GH

Cassandra studied my face. After a moment she asked, "Francis are you upset? Baby if you are we can leave and come back on another night. Jen and I will understand."

Jennifer put her hand on my shoulder and gently massaged my neck. "Francis honey, I don't even like my ex husband, but I know I'd still feel awful if he walked into Malone's right now."

I smiled at both of them. "Thank you, but I think we should stay. Malone's is a very important part of your lives and I would like it to become an important part of my life. From what you just told me, I gather that it's also a very important part of Emily's life." I shook my head. "No, we're going to stay and work this out."

Cassandra nodded. "Yes, that does make sense; but maybe we should suspend the game for tonight. We could just have dinner and then the three of us could go back to the apartment and play some fun games by ourselves."

Jennifer smiled. "I know I'd enjoy that." She giggled. "We could see if your little cock will fit in my ass."

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Jen honey, the entire city of Chicago will fit in your ass."

Jennifer held up her middle finger and waved it at Cassandra.

Cassandra put her hand over her mouth and said, "Oops! Sorry that just slipped out." All three of us burst out laughing.

Emily must have heard us because she suddenly turned and looked in our direction. Cassandra, Jennifer and I stared at our crab cakes. After a moment Emily's attention shifted back to the bar. The three of us quietly ate our crab cakes. We didn't dare look up. We were acting like three little youngren who had just narrowly escaped being caught trying to break into the cookie jar.

While we ate we watched Emily out of the corners of our eyes. She was studying the men in the bar. I assumed that this was part of her normal routine at Malone's. She was picking out her lover for the evening.

After about a minute she sighed and rubbed her eyes and then she slowly turned so she was again looking at our table. This time I didn't look away. Our eyes met. My ex wife stared at me for a moment and then she smiled and said, "Francis is that really you?"

I laughed. "Yes Emily, it really is."

She continued staring at me. All I could do was grin at her like an idiot. Finally she stood up and started walking over to our table.

I quickly turned to Cassandra and whispered, "Cassie, the evening should continue exactly as we planned."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't see any reamister to hide our life style from Emily. She's cheating on her husband, she's in no position to judge our behavior."

Cassandra nodded and quietly said, "Very well." She turned to Jennifer. "Did you hear that Jen? Francis is still our little pussyboy."

"Yes, I understand." Jennifer smiled at me. "Francis, I think this might turn out to be a very interesting evening."

I stood up and met Emily as she walked over. We stared at each other for moment and then I put my arms around her and gave her a hug. It wasn't a passionate hug, there was too much old baggage between us for that; but it was warm and caring. It was the kind of hug you'd give to an old friend.

When we broke apart Emily smiled at me. "Francis, that's the first time you've touched me since that night you walked into our bedroom and found me with Steve."

"Emily, that was almost eleven years ago. I think it's time for us to put that incident to rest."

"Thank you Francis, I'd like that. I've always regretted hurting you."

I kissed Emily's cheek and then I turned and gestured towards Cassandra and Jennifer. "I understand that you already know my friends."

"Yes, of course I do." She nodded. "Cassie, Jen; it's nice to see you tonight."

Cassandra and Jennifer both smiled and nodded back. Jennifer said, "Emily, it's nice to see you too."

My ex wife turned back to me. "I'm sure they've already told you that the three of us are regulars at Malone's."

"Yes, they have."

"Do you understand what happens here?"

The question surprised me. It was unusual for Emily to be so forthright. When we were married she was much more guarded about both her feelings and her activities.

She stared at me. It was apparent that my answer was important to her.

I decided to be equally forthright. "Yes, the three of you come here to meet men for casual affairs."

Emily sighed. "Francis, I can't explain why..."

I gently touched her wrist. "It's okay, you don't have to explain anything. I think it's time for us to just accept each other for who we are?" I smiled at her. "I'd like to try to rekindle our friendship."

Emily's face broke into a huge smile. "Francis, I would like that very much."

"I want to caution you. If we are going to become friends, you're also going to have to accept me for who I am."

Emily looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Francis, I don't understand. You're not married. How could you be cheating on anyone?"

"Emily why don't you join us for dinner. Everything will become clear to you very quickly." It was Cassandra. She was stepping in at the perfect moment.

Emily turned to me. "Francis, would that be okay?'

"It will be just fine with him." There was a firm tone to Jennifer's voice.

I smiled. The girls were doing a wonderful job of subtly asserting their dominance.

Emily looked confused. I gave her a slight nod to reassure her.

After a moment she smiled at Cassandra and said, "Thank you, that would be very nice."

Cassandra took complete control of the situation. She waved to Joseph. He came over immediately. "Joseph, Emily will be joining us for dinner. Would you please move her things to our table."

Joseph nodded. "I'll take care of it right away." He turned. He was about to leave when Cassandra asked, "Joseph has the chef started our steaks?"

He turned back and shook his head. "No Cassie, I don't believe so, but I think your salads are ready. I'll check on them as soon as I'm done bringing Emily's things over."

Cassandra looked at me. "Francis fetch a chair for Ms. Palmer."

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Riley."

I brought a chair from the next table. As I held if for Emily I said, "Ms Palmer, won't you please sit down."

As soon as Emily was seated she looked at the Cassandra and asked, "Why are we being so formal?"

Cassandra smiled at her, but before she could answer Joseph brought Emily's cocktail. The four of us waited quietly while he set the take down and then laid out another place setting.

Once he was finished Cassandra looked at Emily and said, "Would you allow us to buy you dinner tonight? The three of us are having Caesar salads and small fillets. I'm sure we can get the chef to put another steak on the grill for you."

"Thank you, that would be very nice. I was just going to have a club sandwich, but a steak would be wonderful. I'm actually very hungry."

Cassandra nodded to Joseph.

Joseph looked at Emily. "How would you like your steak?"

She smiled. "Medium rare would be fine."

"Can I bring you a Caesar salad?"

"Yes please."

"Very good, I'll take care of it right away." Joseph turned and left for the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone Jennifer picked up the platter of crab cakes. "Emily would you like a crab cake? They're really quite wonderful."

"Thank you Jen. I've heard that they're very good, but I've never actually tasted one."

As Emily placed a crab cake on her appetizer plate she said, "So who would like to tell me what's going on here."

Cassandra leaned forward in her chair. "What do you mean?"

"First of all, why is Francis here? The two of you almost always leave Malone's with a man, but I've never seen either of you bring one." She paused for a moment and then she continued. "And let's face it, my ex husband is not exactly the type of guy either of you would normally select as your date for the evening."

Cassandra raised her eyebrows and in a very icy tone said, "I guess we've finished with the opening pleasantries."

GH, this really is getting interesting, the ex huh? mmmmmmm!!!! brings me back some fantastic memories from around 8 years back. Beautifully written as always GH, and again I thank you for your time.
Mel x

Mel

I think we'd all like to hear those stories. As always, thank you for your support.

GH

Emily held up her hand. "No, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to be rude. Right now I'm a little disconcerted. This is the first time I've seen or talked to Francis in several years and I have to admit that I've always missed him. He's an absolutely wonderful man."

Cassandra nodded. "It's okay, Jen and I understand. Both of us feel the same way about your ex husband. I also think this might be much easier if were direct with each other." She paused for a moment to think and then she took a deep breath and continued. "Jennifer and I have become very close friends with Francis, in fact the three of us now live together."

Emily turned and looked at me. There was an expression of shock on her face. "Francis is that true?"

"Yes it is."

"How long have you known them?"

I shrugged. "About a week"

"Francis, this is crazy!"

"Why, we enjoy each other's company. What else matters."

"They're notorious sluts. They're going to cheat on you!"

I stared at Emily. "Like you did?"

Emily buried her face in her hands. For a moment she was silent and then she quietly said; "All right, I deserved that." She looked up at me. "But Francis they will cheat on you!"

I shook my head. "No they won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I already know they're going to date other men. It's only cheating if they try to deceive me about it."

Emily stared at me. "I don't understand."

Joseph brought our salads. All four of us sat quietly while he set them in front of us and offered freshly ground pepper.

As soon as he was gone Cassandra took a bite of salad and said, "Tonight, after we've finished our dinner, Jen and I plan to pick out two very handsome men, take them back to our apartment and have a very fun party with them." she smiled. "And were not talking about balloons and popcorn."

"And what is Francis going to be doing during this party?"

"At first, he'll be serving us takes and snacks. Later on, if the men are willing, he'll be sitting in the corner watching and if they are not he'll have to wait in the den until they're gone."

Emily looked at me. "Francis..."

Cassandra interrupted her. "Emily when you were married to Francis did you realize that he enjoys submitting to strong willed women?"

Emily shook her head. "No, I don't believe that. Francis is not a pervert."

Cassandra smiled. "Emily I think that you, Jen and I have to be very careful about branding people as perverts. Does your husband know what you plan to do tonight?"

Emily closed her eyes and sighed. "No he doesn't."

"Do you really believe you're in a position to judge anyone else?"

"No."

"The football coach, I think you said his name was Steve. Was he the first guy you cheated with while you were married to Francis?"

Anger flashed in Emily's eyes. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because it will help you to understand your ex husband." Cassandra smiled at Emily. "I think you're just as lonely as Jen and I were before we met Francis. I think you need Francis right now just as much as we need him, and I know he still loves you."

"But I already have a husband."

"Is he a good friend?"

Emily thought about this for a moment and then she shook her head. "No, he's away on business all week and when he's home on the weekends all he does is sit in front of the television and watch sports."

"When was the last time he made love to you?"

"John fucks me at least once a weekend." Emily sighed. "But I don't think he's ever made love to me."

Jennifer chuckled.

Emily turned and stared at her. "What's so funny?"

She grinned. "Francis has never fucked me, but this evening before we got dressed to go to dinner, he made wonderful love to me."

Emily laughed. "Francis? He ejaculates the moment you touch him."

Jennifer took a bite of salad and merrily said, "He doesn't use his cock. He uses his wonderful tongue."

Emily ate a bite of salad and then she dabbed at her lips with her napkin.. "I was very sexually repressed when I married Francis. My parents were rigid church people. In my household sex was dirty and never discussed. I was a good girl, but I had friends who were very adventurous. I used to listen with envy as they told story after story about the fun they had fucking their boy friends."

Emily paused while she ate another bite of salad and then she continued. "I was a virgin when I married Francis, but I had this wonderfully romantic fantasy about what my wedding night would be like." She sighed. "You can guess what happened."

Cassandra smiled. "I'm sure our baby doll came the moment you touched him."

Emily nodded. "I cried after he went to relax. The next night he tried to go down on me, but I wouldn't let him. Like I said, in those days I was pretty repressed. I thought oral sex was dirty and nasty." She paused for a moment and then she said, "But that wasn't the only reamister I wouldn't let him do it. I was also angry with him. I resented the fact that he wasn't like the guys my girl friends had dated. I was mad at him because he wasn't a stud."

"The first time you cheated on him you did it because of that anger didn't you?"

Emily whispered, "Yes."

"When did you do it?"

"The very next day." Emily looked at me. "Francis, I'm so sorry. Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes he does." There was a tone of authority in Cassandra's voice. "It will be painful for him, but Francis is a submissive masochist. It will also excite him. This is what we're trying to help you understand."

I knew exactly what Cassandra was trying to do. She sensed that Emily desperately needed us and she also knew that I still had feelings for her. Cassandra understood that it was important to both Emily and me to renew our friendship, but she also realized that in order for that to happen Emily was going to have to understand and accept our life style.

I decided that it was time for me to be direct with Emily. "Please tell me. It's very important. I promise that I won't ever again be mad at you because you party with other men."

Emily stared at me. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

She took a deep breath. "It was the morning of the next day. You were playing golf. I was in the casino playing the quarter slots. This very handsome middle aged man sat down at the machine next to mine. We started chatting. It was all very innocent. He introduced himself, his name was Vic. He was from Los Angeles. The next thing I knew we were in his room making out on his bed."

"Did you let him fuck you?" Cassandra's voice was soft and tender.

"Yes, he fucked me three times. It was wonderful."

"Did you suck his cock?"

Emily looked at me.

I smiled at her. "Don't worry, it's okay. I won't be mad."

She took a deep breath and quietly whispered, "Yes, I sucked his cock. Part of me felt so dirty while I was doing it, but another part of me was excited by it. I felt adventurous. It was almost like I was sampling a forbidden fruit."

As I listened to Emily's admission, part of me was hurt, but another part of me was very excited.

Cassandra looked over at me to see how I was taking all of this. I smiled at her. When she saw my smile she nodded to me and turned back to Emily. "Did you see him again."

"When I got back to our hotel room I felt so guilty that I cried. I could barely look at Francis when he returned from his golf game." She hung her head. "But the next morning as soon as Francis left to play golf I called Vic. I couldn't help myself, I had to see him again. We spent the entire morning fucking in his hotel room. We spent three more days in Las Vegas and I met Vic in his hotel room every single morning."

Emily turned to me. "Francis, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I've always loved you." She got very quiet. "I still love you."

I picked up her hand and held it. "I still love you too."

"Even after hearing about Vic?"

"Yes, even after hearing about Vic."

Emily smiled at me. "When we got home from our honeymoon I tried to be faithful to you, I really did."

"But you didn't stay faithful, did you?" Cassandra was staring at her.

"No I didn't. A week after we got back from our honeymoon I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. This very handsome guy got in line behind me." Emily sighed. "We started talking and the next thing I knew we were parked along the river bank and he was fucking me in the back of his SUV".

Suddenly she looked at Cassandra. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Cassandra smiled at her. "I'm sorry, we're really not trying to traumatize you. It might make you feel better to know that I could tell the exact same stories. I cheated on my third husband during our wedding reception."

Emily laughed. "At least I waited until we were on our honeymoon."

We all laughed at her joke and then Cassandra continued. "The reamister I've been prodding you to tell these stories is that Francis is enjoying them." She shrugged. "They're probably also hurting him, but that's part of the fun for him."

Emily looked at me. "Francis is that true? Do you really get excited when you hear me talk about the times I cheated on you?"

This was it. This was the moment of truth. I nodded and quietly said, "Yes Emily I really do."