Five Days In Florida

I rolled Anne's stockings off of her legs. While I was doing that she unfastened her garter belt and slipped it off. As soon as I was finished with her stockings she handed the garter belt to me and I took everything to her closet.

When I returned Anne was lying back on the bed, her head propped up on two pillows. Her legs were spread, lasciviously exposing her shaved cunt."

I tried to avoid staring at it. I tried to look at Anne's eyes; but I wasn't able to do it. My gaze kept drifting back to her exposed sex.

Of course Anne noticed, but it didn't upset her. "Jamie, it's all right. I'm deliberately showing you my pussy. I know how much you enjoy looking at it. That's a pleasure I'll never take away from you."

I smiled at Anne.

"Come lay between my legs. It's time for you to hear about my surprise and I want your face to be right next to my pussy while I tell you about it."

I eagerly climbed on to the bed and crawled between my wife's parted knees.

"I want you to be comfortable, rest your head on my thigh."

I pulled myself farther up between Anne’s spread legs and laid my head on her thigh. My face was now inches from her cunt. Once I was settled I looked up at her.

"Are you comfortable? I don't want you fidgeting. I want your full attention."

"You have it."

Smiling at me, Anne said; "Good." And then she took a deep breath and said; "A little over a month ago Brandon and I realized how much we enjoyed each other's company, so we decided to be exclusive."

Surprised by that revelation, I sat up and looked at Anne with a puzzled expression.

"Jamie, don't worry. Our definition of exclusive is much different than the definition used by most couples."

Still nervous, I said; "Tell me."

Sensing my agitation Anne tried to reassure me. "Jamie, this isn't something you have to worry about."

"Okay." The tone of my voice made it clear that I was still apprehensive."

"When Brandon and I decided to be exclusive it meant that Brandon agreed to not have unprotected sex with anyone but me and I agreed to not have unprotected sex with anyone but you and Brandon."

"But you're still having protected sex with Brandon. Last Saturday you used condoms.""

"That's true. Another part of our agreement was that we would both go to the doctor and get tested for STD's."

"Why did you go? Are you worried that you might have picked something up?"

"No, you know how careful I am about using condoms."

"Yes I do. So why did you go to the doctor?"

"Because we mutually agreed to go. I don't think Brandon needed to get checked any more than I did. He actually may be even more careful than I am. We both knew how sexually active we've been and how many different partners we've had. We simply decided that before we stopped using condoms we should make sure it was safe for both of us."

"I guess that does make sense. Did you get checked?"

"Yes, about a month ago."

"A month ago, you were still using condoms last Saturday. Why are you waiting?"

"Some of the tests take a month before you get a reamisterably reliable result."

"I see, so when will you get the results?"

"We got them yesterday and our tests were all negative."

Suddenly I began to understand. "That's why you were so anxious to get together with Brandon this evening."

"I did need to talk to him about Saturday, but yes that was an added incentive."

"You let Brandon fuck you bare back tonight, didn't you."

"Yes, I did and I let him cum inside me too."

"That's why you didn't want me to draw a bath for you."

"That's right. If you want me to do it, I will take a bath, but I thought you might enjoy eating my pussy first. Jamie honey tonight, you get to eat your very first cream pie."

"You've made me lick my cum out of your cunt lots of times."

"Yes I have, but this is the first time I'm going to make you lick another man's cum out of my cunt."

I was trying to maintain a facade of reserve, but at that moment I was as excited as I'd ever been in my entire life."

Looking up at Anne, I said; "I don't have a choice, do I. You're going to make me do it whether I want to or not."

My wife was an experienced negotiator. During the course of her career she'd become extremely adept at reading body language. At that moment my body language was screaming excitement.

Anne recognized it and said; "No, you don't have a choice. My lover fucked me several times tonight. He left a mess in my cunt. It would please me if you licked me clean. I'm your mistress and you're my slave. You exist for my pleasure. That's all I should have to say. Do you have a problem with that slave?"

I smiled and said; "No Mistress Anne I don't, I don't at all; but I will admit that it's more exciting when you order me to do it."

"I like that too." Anne was grinning at me.

I winked at her.

She laughed and asked; "Are you ready slaveboy?"

I nodded.

"Okay, here we go. Slave my lover fucked me earlier tonight and left a mess in my pussy. Get busy and lick it clean!"

GH, Jamie has had quite a night - some really big steps. Thank you creating this very special story.

You set the scene so so well, great stuff.

Thanks
Ajax.

Now that's a nice surprise for a cuck boy to remember!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

GH,
Even when I knew where that had to be going it was still enjoyable to see it get there. I do like this story.

In her own special way she remembers to show him how much she loves him - by fulfilling one of his favorite fantasies. Of course, it doesn't hurt that she gets off on it too...
Another great segment GH, very nice, and very hot.

I hope you're taking care of yourself - and yes, I know you probably get tired of hearing us say that, but please bear in mind that it comes from our hearts and out of caring and concern for our friend. Be well.

storm

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Thanks for more great segments GH. Please listen to Stormy and take care of yourself. We want you around for a long time to come.

TrF2

Timmy, Ajax, cuck4one, Peak, Storm, lick buddy and TRF2

Thanks for the comments. They are appreciated. I haven't been doing a very good job of acknowledging them lately. Please excuse me. I'm still pretty tired from my surgery.

Thanks again

GH

I repositioned myself so that my face was about an inch away from my wife's recently fucked cunt. This was a place with which I'd become quite familiar; but this time rather than just closing my eyes and kissing Anne, I took a moment to look at her first.

I saw it. A barely perceptible dried sugary like glaze surrounded the lower half of Anne's pussy. It was apparent that my wife had deliberately neglected to clean herself off after her lover had finished fucking her. A thrill rippled through my loins, but at the same time a feeling of trepidation churned in my gut. I hesitated.

Noting my uncertainty, Anne whispered. "Do it Jamie, we both know it's what you want. I want it too. It's exciting. This is the moment you become a true cuckold"

I smiled. I didn't agree with Anne's assertion. I believed I became a true cuckold when Brandon ejaculated his seed into my wife's unprotected womb. Still, I did concur that this was a momentous occasion. This was a cuckold's ultimate offense.

That, of course, awakened my masochism. My entire body started surging with excitement, I kissed the lips of Anne's pussy and then I extended my tongue and began to lick up the dried glaze that surrounded her recently fucked sex.

Above me, Anne whispered; "Yessss! Oh yesssss!"

I licked up all of the dried cum. It wasn't difficult. Semen doesn't actually have much taste and dried semen doesn't have any taste at all. The consistency of fresh semen requires some acclimation, but that's not an issue with dried crusty semen. The only problem I had was that I was fully aware of what I was doing. Another man had just usurped my marital rights. Now I was now being required to lick up the mess he'd left behind. I was a submissive cuckold so it was exciting, but it was also extraordinarily humiliating and degrading. Of course as a masochist, that also added to the thrill. For years I’d fantasized about this moment, but now that it was actually happening I had misgivings. I was unbelievably confused.

"Cuckboy, are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

I was lost in thought. My wife's question startled me. Looking up at her I said. "Yes Mistress, I guess I am." My tone of voice lacked conviction.

Concerned, Anne asked; "You guess you are? What does that mean?"

In an attempt to explain my feelings, I said; "It is fun, it really is; but it's also humiliating and degrading. You're my wife. I'm your husband. You let another man fuck you tonight and now you're making me lick his cum off of your cunt."

"This is what you want. You spent most of last night telling me that."

"I know, but it’s all so confusing."

"Jamie, we don’t have to do this. I love you and I'll never do anything to hurt you or anything that might drive you away from me. I enjoy playing with other men, but I’ve told you that I'll give them up anytime you ask me to do it. Is that what you want me to do?"

"No, I don't want that. I definitely don't want that. This isn't about you, it's about me."

Slowly nodding, Anne said; "Sometimes you have trouble accepting who you are, don't you?"

"Yes, there are times I wish I was more like Brandon.

Anne smiled at me. "I'm glad you're not. I love you. As far as I'm concerned you're the perfect man."

"But I'm a wimp."

"No you're a submissive masochist."

"I'm not sure I see the difference."

"Jamie, how many seats are open in your classes."

"None, my classes always fill immediately. What's that got to do with this?"

"You're a great English teacher. Your students love you. Kelroy College loves you."

"I'm still a wimp."

"No you're a strong man who happens to enjoy submitting to powerful women."

"My wife relaxs with another man and after he's done fucking her she makes me eat his cum out of her cunt. How does that make me a strong man?"

"Why does that have anything to do with your masculinity or strength?"

"Lots of people would say it's directly related."

"You mean the big pickup truck crowd?" Anne laughed. "Hell I'm convinced that there's an inverse relationship between the size of a guy’s dick and the size of his truck."

"Well I guess I'd better start driving one of those monster trucks."

"Jamie, you may have a small cock but you have the heart of a lion."

"The heart of a lion? Why would you say that?"

"Because it's true. Jamie you're a hero, a knight in shining armor. I can rely on you. You have my back. When I need you I know that you'll always be there for me. That's what makes a man a real man."

"I don't understand."

"Do you remember the night my lady died?"

"Of course."

"I was devastated. I was so grief stricken that I couldn't function. You stepped up and took care of everything."

"I'm your husband. That's what spouses do for each other."

"No Jamie, not all of them; just the strong ones, the special ones like you. You sat up all night with me. The next morning, while I slept you stayed awake and spent several hours on the telephone with my secretary and the firm's partners clearing my schedule. Once that was done, you made all the travel arrangements. When we got to Los Angeles you arranged for the funeral. Damn it Jamie, you actually found a minister and put together a memorial service for my lady and you barely knew her. I was so heartbroken that I was useless and you stepped up and took care of me. You don't judge a man by his sexual preferences, you judge him by how he takes care of the people he loves when they need him. Jamie, you may be a submissive cuckold masochist, but that doesn't mean you're not a man. You're the strongest man I've ever met. I'd trust you with my life. No that's wrong, I do trust you with my life and quite honestly, now that I've had the opportunity to experience life with you, I don't think I could bear to live without you."

"You have Brandon."

Damn it Jamie, Brandon's like a fancy sports car. He's fun to have, but he's just a luxury. I could easily live without him. You're my rock, my stability; if I lost you I think I'd die."

"I love you too."

"I know you do; you prove it to me every single day."

We stared at each other in silence. After a moment, Anne asked; "Jamie honey, you once told me that your life's aspiration was to serve a strong willed, successful woman. Has that changed?"

I smiled. "No, not at all."

"Did you enjoy having to lick Brandon's dried cum off of me?"

"Yes, of course I did; it's just that..."My voice trailed off.

"I know, you feel very insecure about all of this. I hope I just helped you put those feelings to rest."

"You did; but please understand. Those feelings are always going to be hiding inside me waiting for a moment when I'm feeling sad or weak."

"And when they rear their ugly heads I'll try to slap them silly."

We both laughed and then Anne pulled me up so that I was lying next to her and held me.

As she held me, she said; "Jamie you are the man of my dreams. Please don't ever change."

For a moment we cuddled together and then Anne said; "I want to tell you something, but now I'm kind of nervous about how you're going to react to it."

"You know I won't get mad at you."

"I know, but now I'm wondering if I'm pushing you too hard."

"You're not, especially when we take the time to talk about things like we just did. What do you want to tell me?"

"Brandon agreed to let you stay in the room and watch while he fucks me this coming Saturday. When he’s finished I intended to make you lick his fresh cum out of my cunt while he watched. Now I'm not so sure that's such a good idea. Would you rather it didn't happen?"

"Is Brandon going to laugh at me?"

"Maybe, I might laugh too, but if we do that it will only be to make the scene more intense for you. Jamie, you're a masochist. You want me to humiliate you."

Shaking my head, I said; "That makes me feel like a real sicko."

"Not any more than me."

"What do you mean?"

"I get off on humiliating the man I love and even though I'm married to the finest man who ever walked the face of the earth, I still relax with other men. I think that makes me the real sicko."

"Okay, you and I are a couple of pervs. What about Brandon?"

"Jamie, he's lonely."

"Lonely?"

"Yes, he has a thousand acquaintances; but he doesn't have a single friend, unless of course you count the two of us."

"The two of us? I can see that you're his friend, but I barely know the guy."

"Sweetheart, he sees the same strength of character in you that I see. He desperately wants to be your friend."

"But..."

"Yes, he knows you're a submissive masochist and a cuckold." Anne laughed. "He really knows you're a cuckold."

I laughed too. "Yes he certainly does."

For a few seconds, we lay together grinning and then I said; "I thought you said that Brandon was reluctant to have me in the room while the two of you were making love?"

"He was, but this evening I proposed a plan and he's willing to try it."

"What is it?"

"You remember when I told you that he's a little homophobic. The idea of having another man in the room scares him."

"Yes."

"When we're together he also wants to know that all of my attention is focused on him. When we’re fucking, he doesn't want to share me."

"So three ways are definitely out for Brandon."

"At least for right now, I'm hoping that in the future I might be able to get him to be a little more open minded about the idea of sharing me."

"With me?"

"Yes, of course with you; but maybe with others too."

"Really? You want to do a three way with Brandon and another guy?"

Anne smiled. "I think it would be fun."

"I'd like to watch."

"Wouldn't that embarrass you? I mean there would be a second man involved."

I laughed. "If you can get Brandon to overcome his inhibitions, I’m sure you can get me to overcome mine too."

Grinning at me, Anne said; "Jamie, this is going to be so much fun."

"I think so too. Now what's your plan?"

"We're going to divide Saturday into two parts."

"Two parts? Why?"

"Brandon enjoyed watching the basketball games with us. He wants to hang around with us. He wants to be your friend too and to do that you need to spend some time together as equals."

"Okay, I get that. I enjoyed it too. That's fine with me. Tell me about the other part of the day."

"That's the sex part. During that part of the day Brandon wants me all to himself and honestly, I want to be free to focus all of my attention on Brandon. I'm going to be his girlfriend and he's going to be my boyfriend. We're going to sit together, hug, kiss and call each other sweet names. We're going to act like two people who are in love."

Anne looked at me. "Do you think you can handle that seeing that?"

"Last night I told you that I wanted you to feel free to do that."

"Yes, I know you did; but will you be able to cope with actually seeing it?"

"It will be tough at first, but I think I can do it. I know I want to do it. I want to be able to be around you when you’re entertaining Brandon as a boyfriend, so I guess I'll have to be able to cope with it."

Smiling, Anne said; "I'll help you."

"The little pep talk you just gave me already helped."

"I'll keep giving them to you."

"Thank you, I’m sure I’ll need more of them. So what's my role during the sex part?"

"You're going to be our slave."

My breath caught.

Anne noticed and said; "That excites you, doesn't it."

"Yes, very much."

"It's going to be humiliating. Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?"

"I want to, I want to very badly. I'll try. I promise I'll try very hard. What will I have to do?"

"All the things a slave is expected to do. Wait on us, see to our every need."

"I can do that."

"You’ll refer to Brandon as Mr. Grey or sir and you'll call me Mistress Anne or Ms. Royce."

"Of course."

"I'll have a uniform for you."

"A uniform? What kind of uniform?"

"Don't worry; it won't be anything too humiliating. I was thinking about a tee shirt, gym shorts and sandals."

Relieved, I said; "That would be okay. I was worried that it was going to be much worse."

"You mean like a maids uniform?"

"Yeah."

"I think that would look silly. I want you to be my slave, not my clown."

"Thank you, that makes me feel much better."

"There is something else."

"What is it?"

"You're going to have to wear a locked chastity cage and Brandon is going to have to see it."

I stared at Anne.

She said; "It's my way of assuring Brandon that you won't be included in the sex."

"Will I have to wear it for the whole day?"

"No, as soon as the sex part of the day is over I'll take it off and reward you with a hand job."

"Will Brandon be watching while I get my hand job?"

"Of course, you’re going to get to watch while I suck his cock and he fucks me."

"That will be embarrassing. Brandon gets too..."

"Jamie, remember what we talked about earlier. You're my slave, Brandon is my equal. Slaves don't get many privileges. If you want to change that relationship, all you have to do is tell me. Do you want to do that?"

Shaking my head, I said. "No, you're right. This is the way it should be."

"I think so too."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then Anne asked; "Are you okay with this plan?"

I nodded. "Yes, in fact I'm actually excited about it."

"Good, that's how I hoped you'd feel."

We smiled at each other. After a moment, I said; "Mistress Anne?"

"Yes Jamie."

"I never finished eating your pussy. Do you want me to go down on you again?"

"Jamie honey, Brandon wore me out tonight. I wanted you to lick his dried cum off of me and you did that, but my pussy has had all the stimulation it needs. I’m sorry."

"That's okay, I understand."

"I would love to give you a handjob before we go to relax."

"I'd like that."

"Lay back and relax."

I did.

My wife gives a wonderful hand job. When I came we took turns licking up my semen and then I pulled the blankets up over us and we cuddled up and fell arelax in each other’s arms. It was a nice end to a very exciting day.

Thanks GH! I hope you are feeling somewhat better. Your writing is certainly none the worse for wear.

..posted twice..

GH,
Still good. I am really enjoying this one. Just don't risk yourself in any way trying to finish it before its ready to show you where its going. Thanks.

GH, very nicely done. Those conversations are true master pieces. Thank you for two great segments.

Mmmmmm........ YES


There's nothing better than being told to "cleanup" after ones lover. My wife and I know this game well!


Thanks for yet another hot segment.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Hi gh,

glad to see that you are improving, it takes about a year at least before you get your stamina back after a major operation so don't be too surprised by your tiredness.

I am really enjoying this story and i am quite willing to travel at your pace, don't overdo it and take care.

Ajax.

Wow, terrific story line. Thanks you!!

GH
There is a difference in cuckolding when both partners receive pleasure and excitement in comparimister to selfish underhanded motives. (cheating) Your dialog in the last segments outlining the emotions Jamie has, and yet he is excited. Anne's love comes through loud and clear also. They are both having fun while loving each other. These things make this an outstanding story to me. I sometimes get tied up in the story line and the characters.

I am enjoying your story very much. Your talent is outstanding and greatly appreciated.

After taking a couple of weeks off it is great to come back and catch up.

Take care of yourself and don’t overdo!
JJ.

Zinc, Peak, Timmy, cuck4one, Ajax, draclif69, jjthom99

Thanks for the comments. Don''t worry about me, I write for a little while and then I take a nap. The only problem I have is I may die of boredom.

GH

Wednesday was a long day for Anne. She didn't get home until after 10:00 pm. Exhausted, she went straight to bed. Thursday and Friday were also long days, but not as long Wednesday. On both of those evenings she was home by 8:00.

Despite Anne's recent edict about nothing more than handjobs for me, we had sex before we went to relax on both Thursday and Friday night. Saturday my wife still planned to allow Brandon to have anal sex with her. She explained to me that she was feeling a little apprehensive about it, so she wanted to practice. I, of course served as her foil for the two practice sessions. I have to admit that it was a role that I thoroughly enjoyed.

Actually both Anne and I understood that she didn't really need any practice. The previous Sunday we'd tried anal sex for the first time and quickly realized that if we used plenty of lubricant it was quite easy. The real reamister for the extra practice sessions was that Anne loved me and she wanted to be certain that she wasn't letting Brandon enjoy something that I hadn't already fully experienced.

Saturday morning, Anne and I were both up early. I made breakfast for us and then she read the newspaper and drank a second cup of coffee while I dusted and vacuumed the dining room, living room and den.

The other preparations for the day were already completed. Wednesday evening, while Anne was at her dinner meeting, I'd thoroughly cleaned the guest bedroom, put fresh sheets on the bed and laid out fresh towels in the guest bathroom. Friday evening I'd prepared a quiche Lorraine so that my mistress and her lover could have a light lunch before they retired to the bedroom. All I had to do Saturday morning was put it into the oven about an hour before Anne wanted to eat. Friday evening I'd also prepared lasagna for the three of us to have for dinner that evening.

This was an important day for both Anne and me, so I was putting a lot of effort into it. It was the first time Anne was allowing me to serve her while she entertained a boyfriend. Brandon had been a guest in our house the previous Saturday, but that day I had been present as Anne’s cuckold husband. Today I was going to be her slave. This was a role that I coveted. This was my destiny.

For the previous week I'd agonized about Anne's perception of me, my own self-image and of course, Brandon's impression of me. Now those nagging concerns that had plagued me all week had vanished. Several of my fondest fantasies were about to become realities and that was all that mattered to me.

Brandon was due to arrive at 11:00. At 9:30 I was just finishing vacuuming the den when Anne walked into the room. I turned off the vacuum cleaner.

"Jamie, the house is immaculate; you’ve done a wonderful job getting it ready. Now it's time for us to start getting ourselves ready. Let's go into the bedroom. I want to take a bath and then we have to get dressed."

As soon as we were in the bedroom Anne took off her jeans, sweatshirt and panties and left them in a pile on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra. She never wore one while she was relaxing at home.

I quickly picked up her discarded clothing and put everything away in her closet. When I returned my naked wife was standing at her makeup table with her back to me. She was opening a package.

Without turning around she said; "Slave, it's time for you to get undressed."

A chill rippled through my body. It was beginning. Breathlessly I took off my clothes and carried them into my closet. Once that was done I returned and waited patiently while my wife studied and tinkered with something on her makeup table.

Naked and excited, my penis was sticking straight out. I was a little self-conscious about it, but I knew there was nothing I could do to make it go away so I just brazenly stood behind my wife and waited.

After a moment, Anne said; "Ah now I see how it works." And then she turned around.

She took one look at me and smiled. "I see that you're excited about today's activities."

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Anne, I am."

"Earlier this week you were feeling a little sheepish about your role in our relationship. Are you feeling more secure now?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that. I really do enjoy the relationship we have."

Smiling at Anne, I said; "I do too."

Anne smiled back at me and said; "That's good, because I'm about to test your obedience."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Reaching behind her, Anne picked up the object she'd been working on a moment earlier. She held it out. I recognized it immediately.

"Slave, do you know what this is?"

"Yes Mistress Anne, it's a chastity cage."

"Specifically, it's a CB2000. You do remember that you agreed to wear this today."

"Yes Mistress Anne, I remember."

"It's time to put it on."

"All right." I was carefully maintaining my submissive demeanor, but inside my body was surging with excitement.

"We're going to have to do something about that erection."

"I suppose I could masturbate."

Anne shook her head. "No, I don't want to do anything that might dull the edge of excitement that you seem to have right now. Fetch me a small bag of ice cubes from the freezer"

I hurried into the kitchen, filled a plastic bag with ice and returned to the bedroom.

Anne was sitting on the bed waiting for me. The chastity cage was next to her. I looked at it. There were a number of pieces including several large plastic rings, a large plastic pin with a hole in one end, a tiny brass padlock and what was obviously the cock sleeve. Made of plastic bars, the sleeve actually did resemble a small cage.

"Come stand in front of me."

I moved to the required position.

"Hold the ice bag against your cock and balls."

I pressed the bag of ice against my crotch. It was cold, numbingly cold. Of course that was the idea. My erect penis quickly shriveled up like a frightened worm.

Anne took the ice bag from me. After setting it on the floor she picked up one of the large plastic rings. "Let's see how this one fits."

She slipped it over my cock and then she gently pushed my testicles through it one at a time. When she was finished the ring fit snugly around the base of my cock and balls much like a cock ring.

"Is that too tight?"

"No it's fine."

Anne smiled. "We found the right ring on the first try."

"Beginners luck I guess." I was smiling back at my wife.

Anne took the large pin and pushed it through a hole in the top of the ring that was around my cock and balls. Once that was in place she picked up the plastic sheath and slipped it over my still flaccid penis. The large pin fit through a hole in the top of the cage and two pins on either side of that hole snapped into two matching holes on the ring around my cock.

"How does that feel?"

Shaking my head, I said; "Weird, it feels very weird."

Giggling, Anne said, "I imagine it does, but is it comfortable?"

"I don't think comfortable is the right word, but it's not uncomfortable."

"Is it going to be okay?"

"It will be just fine."

Picking up the small padlock, Anne asked; "Are you ready?"

I took a deep breath and said; "Yes."

She pushed the open hasp through the hole in the end of the large pin and snapped the lock shut, then Anne licked her lips and smiled at me. "Jamie, are you as excited as I am."

I nodded. "Yes I’m maybe even more excited."

I wouldn't be, but it is hot.

remember to leave the door open for all of your fans!!, we dont want to miss a trick, or should that be stroke.

Ajax.

The scene is set, the candles lit, the players are prepared to play their parts. We, your humble audience, wait quietly in the stalls for the curtain to open .. So to speak.

GH, thank you for another excellent chapter. The start of a new phase in the life of our heros.

This is so hot

What a great set-up for the activities to come! Loved the heart-to-heart talk they shared, it makes the coming event all the more exciting to know how much they care for each other, and it's classic GH, the feelings and erotic stage-setting that you do so well.

Glad to hear you're feeling a little better but taking it easy. Also glad you're still writing!

Ajax, Peak, Timmy, lick buddy and Storm

Thanks for the comments

I hope to post three segments today

Thanks

GH

Anne licked her lips and said; "Sweet pea, get down on your knees."

I obediently dropped to my knees. My wife smiled and commanded; "Crawl over to me."

I crawled over to Anne.

She raised her leg and extended her foot. "Kiss me slave. Kiss my toes. Demonstrate your obedience."

I cradled Anne's petite foot in my hands and reverently kissed each of her toes.

Gasping with excitement, she asked; "Who owns you slave?"

"You do Mistress Anne."

"What will you do for me?"

"Anything, anything at all."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"In a little while my lover is going to arrive. I'm going to kiss him and hug him. I'm going to call him sweetheart and cuddle with him on the couch. While I'm doing that I'll expect you to attend to our every need. Will you do that?"

"Yes Mistress Anne, I will."

"Put my foot down."

I gently set Anne's foot on the floor."

She spread her legs. "Kiss my pussy, I want to be aroused when my lover arrives."

I kissed and licked Anne's pussy. She sighed with contentment, but when I tried to suck her clit into my mouth she stopped me. "No Sweet pea, don't try to make me cum. Today I only want Brandon to make me cum."

Looking up, my face now glistening with the moisture of Anne's arousal, I said; "Yes Mistress Anne, I understand."

Anne grinned at me and then she reached down, raised me to my feet, pulled me on to her lap, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. After she kissed me, she whispered; "Jamie, I love you so much. I'll always love you. I promise to love you forever. Pleased don't forget that today."

I looked into my wife's eyes and quietly said; "Don't worry Annie, I won't forget. I won't ever forget."

Anne smiled and kissed me again. After she kissed me Anne glanced at the clock radio on my dresser. I looked too. It was 10:30

"Jamie, how long will it take to cook the quiche?"

"About an hour."

"You'd better put it in the oven. When Brandon gets here we'll sit on the couch and chat for a few minutes and then we'll start making out. We both enjoy that.

My wife laughed. "Sweet pea, when Brandon and I get together we act like a couple of teenagers who just started going steady. It's really quite exciting."

"It sounds like you and Mr. Grey have a good time together." I was trying to maintain the comportment expected from a loyal slave, but inside I was feeling the first pangs of jealousy. I tried to squash them.

"We do Sweet pea, I'm so glad I found him."

"I am too Mistress Anne. I enjoy seeing you this excited." I was working hard to maintain my composure. I had to trust that my wife was really telling me the truth when she said that she still loved me. This was what I wanted and now that it was really about to happen, I couldn't blow it.

Anne smiled at me. "I'm glad you feel that way Sweet pea. It's going to be fun to have you with me while I'm entertaining Brandon."

"I'm looking forward to it too Mistress Anne." That was a lie. At that moment I was so apprehensive about what was going to happen that my stomach was doing flip flops.

Apparently I succeeded at concealing my anxiety because Anne casually continued. "Anyway, after we've made out for a little while I'll give Brandon a blow job. It helps him relax. While all of this is occurring you should feel free to walk around the house including through the living room. In fact I want you to walk through the living room several times. That will help Brandon get used to having you around. Just remember that while you're in the living room you should try to avoid staring. I don't want you to upset Brandon."

Anne paused for a moment and then looking at me with a stern expression, she added; "You definitely should not even think about sitting down in the living room."

"I understand, when I walk through the living room I'll be discreet."

"Goods, that's exactly what I want. Now, as soon as I've finished giving Brandon his blow job we'll both go into one of the bathrooms and clean up. After we've done that we'll be ready for lunch. Be sure to place Brandon at the head of the table."

"I'll take care of it Mistress Anne."

"After you've got the quiche in the oven I want you to make a pot of coffee. Brandon likes coffee and takes it until the middle of the afternoon. When he arrives, seat him in the living room and offer him a cup of coffee or a soft take. I'll be surprised if he doesn't take a cup of coffee."

"Yes Mistress Anne."

"Once you've served Brandon his coffee return to the kitchen, do not sit down in the living room and try to converse with him. You're a slave, remember your place. The two of you can talk later this afternoon."

"Yes Mistress Anne, I'll remember."

"Okay, I think I've covered everything." Anne patted my butt. "Get busy, we don't have much time. Brandon will be here in just over thirty minutes."

"Mistress Anne."

"Yes Sweet pea."

"I thought you wanted me to brush your hair for you."

Anne shook her head. "I don’t think we have enough time. Getting the quiche in the oven and the coffee made is more important. It will okay, I'm going to pull my hair back into a ponytail. Brandon likes that. Now hurry up and get the food ready. We'll want to eat lunch by noon. That way we'll have plenty of time to fuck and still get to see some of the afternoon basketball games."

"Yes Mistress Anne." I bowed politely, turned and hurried into the kitchen."

In the kitchen I quickly turned on the oven and took the unbaked quiche out of the refrigerator. After that was done I started a pot of coffee.

Once the coffee was brewing I took a quick run through the den, the guest bedroom and the guest bathroom. I wanted to make sure that everything was perfect.

When I returned to the kitchen it was exactly 10:45. After I put the quiche into the oven I set two coffee cups, two spoons, a small pitcher of cream and a small bowl of sugar on a tray and then I made a tossed salad to serve with the quiche. I'd just put the salad in the refrigerator when the doorbell rang.

My wife's boyfriend had arrived.

After quickly washing and drying my hands, I hurried to the front door. `I was so excited that I didn't even think about the demeaning outfit I was wearing or the fact my tiny penis was locked in a plastic cage.

I opened the front door. For a moment Brandon and I stared at each other. It was easy to see why my wife was attracted to this man. At least a half a foot taller than me, he had the broad shoulders and the flat stomach of a well-conditioned athlete. An air of power and self-confidence emanated from him. His steely blue eyes and long wavy dark hair gave him an almost menacing appearance but when you looked into his eyes you could see a glimmer of gentleness that belied that first impression.

Wearing western jeans and a tight fitting navy blue golf shirt that accentuated his well-muscled torso, Brandon was dressed much more casually than he had been the previous Saturday.

Remembering my role in the day's activities, I said; "Mr. Grey welcome to Anne Royce's residence." And then still holding the front door open I stepped out of the doorway and said; "Please come in."

As Brandon strode past me he smiled and said. "Good morning Jamie."

Trying to stay in character I bowed politely and answered; "Good morning sir, my Mistress will be with you shortly."

Brandon took two steps into the living room and then he stopped and turned. After looking at me for several more seconds he shook his head and said; "Damn, we really are doing this, aren't we."

Suddenly embarrassed, I found myself at a loss for words. Fortunately Anne chose that moment to join us.

"Do you like my slave's outfit? I selected it myself. I thought that dressing him in mildly feminine attire might serve as a subtle reminder that there's only one stallion in the corral this afternoon."

Brandon and I looked at Anne. Both of us gasped. My wife was a beautiful woman who generally radiated sophistication. She was still gorgeous, but for this occasion it was apparent that she’d chosen to look like a shameless slut. She was dressed in a faded blue denim miniskirt, a white elastic halter top that barely contained her large breasts and left her flat stomach bare, thigh high black stockings with elastic lace tops that stopped at least an inch below low her indecently short skirt and a pair of black patent leather spike heeled pumps with ankle straps.

Her shoulder length blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her heavy eye makeup and thick red lip gloss completed her ensemble.

Next to me, Brandon said; "Damn."

My wife walked over to her boyfriend and kissed his cheek. "Do you like my outfit?"

Brandon breathlessly answered; "Yes."

"Since all three of us are fully aware of the purpose of this morning's get together I decided that there wasn't any reamister to try to be subtle." Anne laughed. "And I have to admit that dressing like a total slut is really quite exciting."

Grinning at her, Brandon said; "I have to admit that seeing you dressed like a slut is pretty exciting too."

Anne picked up Brandon’s hand and guided it under her skirt. "This is the best part of my outfit. I'm not wearing panties."

My wife released her boyfriend's hand, but he kept it under her skirt. After a moment she gasped and said; "Oh my you are a stallion."

Still keeping his hand under Anne's skirt, Brandon said; "And a stallion takes whatever he wants."

Anne took a deep breath. It was obvious that Brandon was fingering her cunt. I watched, mesmerized by the blatantly wanton display.

Anne noticed me watching and smiled. Then licking her heavily rouged lips she gently took hold of Brandon's wrist, pulled his hand out from under her skirt and guided it to her mouth. His fingers glistened with her moisture. Parting her lips Anne pushed Brandon's fingers into her mouth and started sucking on them.

Chuckling, Brandon said; "I have something quite a bit larger, that you might enjoy sucking on even more."

Pulling his fingers out of her mouth, Anne said; "I don't think there's any question about that. Let's sit on the couch and get comfortable."

"I think that's an excellent idea."

Anne led her boyfriend to the couch. As they walked hand in hand she asked him; "Brandon honey, would you like some coffee?"

"If it's not too much trouble, a cup of coffee would be nice."

"Brandon, nothing is too much trouble. I have a slave. He takes care of everything."

Brandon stopped and looked at my wife. "We really are going to play that game today, aren't we?"

"Sweetheart, we're already playing it."

Turning to look at me, Brandon said; "Is he wearing his cage thing?"

"Yes he is."

Looking at me, Anne said; "Sweet pea, pull those cute shorts down and show Mr. Grey your new jewelry."

Humiliated, I stared at my wife. I was speechless.

In a soft and very gentle voice Anne said; "Sweet pea, we talked about this. You know that you have to do it."

"Annie, it's okay. I don't need to..."

"No Brandon you do need to see it and there isn't any reamister that you shouldn't see it. Jamie is playing this game with us because he wants to play it. The role he's playing is the role he chose. Later today I'm hoping that all three of us will be together naked. Jamie has to get used to the idea that you know he's wearing a chastity cage. We might as well start that right now."

Anne turned back to me. "Jamie pull your shorts down and show Mr. Grey your cage." This time Anne's voice was stern and commanding.

Anne's explanation to Brandon had been as much for my benefit as his. I also realized that she was right. This was a game I wanted to play and I was playing the only role I wanted. Showing another man that I was wearing a chastity cage was going to be embarrassing, but I knew that I had to do it. Resigned that it was necessary and still filled with nervous apprehension, I pulled my shorts down to my knees and stood with my hands at my sides.

Anne said; "Very good Sweet pea."

Brandon stared at my chastity cage. After a moment he asked; "Jamie, does it hurt?"

"Sweet pea, call him Sweet pea."

Brandon looked at Anne. "Sweet pea?"

"Yes, it's the name were going to call him while were playing. He's going to call you Mr. Grey or Sir and he'll call me Mistress Anne or just Mistress. I think it will help us separate the fantasy game we're playing from reality. Later today when we're watching basketball together you can call him Jamie and he'll call you Brandon."

Brandon thought about that for a second and then he nodded and said; "I guess that does make sense." He turned to me. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"Okay, so let's go back to my question. Sweet pea, does that hurt?"

"No sir, it doesn't hurt. It felt funny at first, but I'm starting to get used to it."

"Jam...I mean Sweet pea, if it hurts or even if it's just uncomfortable, you can take it off. I know I'm the reamister you're wearing it, but I really don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Brandon honey, I want him to wear it. I think it helps define our roles. You're here today as my lover, my only lover and Jamie is my slave. His job is to attend to our needs."

"Mistress Anne, may I have permission to speak?

“Of course you can Sweet pea, but I caution you to remember your place."

"Thank you Mistress Anne. I won't forget."

"What is it you want to say?"

"I just want Mr. Grey to know that I agree with you. I also think it’s appropriate for me to wear the chastity cage."

Anne smiled. "Thank you Sweet pea; you may pull your shorts back up."

As I was pulling my shorts up, Anne turned to Brandon and asked; "Do you have any more questions?"

He shook his head. "Nope, I'm not sure I understand all of this, but it seems to me that everybody's happy, so I'm just going to go with the flow."

Anne turned to me. "Sweet pea, Mr. Grey and I would both like a cup of coffee."

"Yes Mistress Anne, I'll get it right away." I bowed politely and then I turned.

As I was walking to the kitchen Anne said; "Come on sweetheart, let’s get comfortable on the couch. I want to hear about your week."

Thanks gh for three fantastic segments, I am loving this so much!!.

Are you feeling as if you are getting any better?, I hope that you are, take care.

Ajax