Jackie and Artie

New glasses cuckold 2, but then I suppose standing on ice wouldn't be very rice, sorry nice, either would it.

Fantastic GH!

Peak, timmy, shankly, Tef, monstrol, cuck_2 and zinc

Thanks for the comments, I appreciate them.

GH

Connie glanced at the clock on Jackie's night table. I looked too. It was ten minutes to seven.

"Cuckboy, Phil is going to be here at 7:30. I have to get ready." Gesturing towards the package for the cb6000s and the melting bag of ice, she said; "Clean up this mess while I undress."

Remembering that Connie had originally told me that Phil would be picking her up at eight, I wanted to ask her about the change in plans. I didn't. My submissive desires were now in full control of me. Connie was a superior. If she chose to ask her date to arrive at 7:30, that was her prerogative.

After quickly gathering up the ice bag and the packaging from my new chastity cage, I carried everything into the bathroom and placed it in the waste basket. When I returned Connie was naked from the waist up and unzipping her jeans. I gawked. Her large breasts were magnificent.

She smiled at me and said; "You like my breasts, don't you cuckboy?."

"Yes ma'am, they're beautiful."

"Jackie has beautiful breasts too, doesn't she."

"Yes ma'am, she does."

"I'll bet Clayt is enjoying them right now."

Remembering that Jackie had told me that Clayt was a breast man, I imagined him fondling my wife while she slowly stroked his erect cock. The mental picture elicited a now familiar quartet of emotions: envy, offense, longing and of course lust. My tiny penis strained against the confines of its new cage.

"The thought excites you, doesn't it cuckboy."

I nodded sheepishly.

"Jackie told me that Clayt fucked her tits last night. She loves that." Pressing her large breasts together, Connie said; "I do too, especially if a guy plays with my nipples while he's doing it."

Connie grabbed her nipples with the thumb and forefinger of each of her hands. As she rolled them back and forth she asked; "Have you ever done that cuckboy? Have you ever fucked Jackie's tits?"

Taken aback by the brashness of Connie's question, I slowly shook my head and whispered; "No ma'am, I haven't"

"Why not? She loves it." Of course Connie knew the reamister, but she was making me say it."

The feelings of hurt, anger and offense that I felt when I first discovered that Jackie had been regularly partying with other men while she ignored me came flooding back. I spit out the answer. "My penis isn't big enough." And then overwhelmed with shame and anguish, I turned away.

There was silence. I didn't move.

Connie said, "Cuckboy?"

I ignored her.

Connie waited. I still ignored her. Finally she wrapped her arms around me from behind and whispered, "Time out."

I didn't move.

She kissed my cheek and said; "If you'd like to do it, you can fuck my tits right now."

Shaking my head, I said; "We've already established that I can't do that. My pathetic penis is too short."

"I'm sure we could figure out a way to make it work."

"Why would you want to bother?"

"Because I love you and so does Jackie."

"As we speak Jackie is doing things with a man she just met that she's never been willing to do with me. Is that love?"

Connie sighed. "Artie honey, she never meant to deny you anything."

"But she did."

"Yes, and she will forever regret doing that."

"But right now, she's still out doing things with another man that she refused to do with me."

"You asked her to go. She offered to stay home. She does want to do all of those things with you; you just have to give her a chance."

"I know, but when I think about all the time Jackie ignored me, it's hard. Connie, there were weeks when we didn't have sex at all. Now I learn that during those times she was getting it on with other men at least two or three times a week, maybe more. If she loves me, how could she possibly ignore me like that?"

"She didn't realize she was doing it. Artie when she did realize it she was devastated. Jackie loves you, she really does."

"She can ignore me and not know it? Connie, that doesn't make any sense."

"Artie, Jackie was always terrified that if you learned about her infidelity you'd divorce her, so she desperately tried to keep it hidden from you."

"I know that. It still doesn't explain why she neglected me."

"She only neglected you sexually."

"Yeah, and that's a big deal; especially when she was eagerly attending to the sexual needs of most of the other men in the city."

Connie paused. After a moment she said; "Please listen to me."

I stepped away from Connie and turned so I was facing her.

Connie said; "Because she was afraid that she'd lose you Jackie was determined to keep the sexual part of her life hidden from you. Many people who have to keep a secret, a big secret, especially a secret they're keeping from someone they love; do it by compartmentalizing their lives. That's what Jackie did. She divided her life into three distinct parts: her family life with you and the girls, her professional life and her sex life. I point out that she adamantly refuses to date anyone related to her career."

I nodded. I knew that was one of her rules.

"Jackie didn't realize it at the time, but you presented a problem for her. While you were the central figure in the happy family section of her life, you were also her husband and by definition, a sex partner. This made you an interloper. You had claim to a position in two of her worlds. The two worlds she most wanted to keep separated."

"So she shut me out of her sex life."

"She didn't have any choice, or at least she thought she didn’t. As you now know, my flowers and I are sexually adventurous. Many people would call us shameless sluts."

I smiled at Connie.

She smiled back and continued. "Jackie was terrified that if you learned about her sexual appetite you'd divorce her. You were her husband, her soul mate; the central permister in the part of her life where she was a loving wife and lady. It was essential that you never discover that she was also a shameless slut. Because of that, when she had sex with you she ***ly adopted the guise of a sexually repressed housewife."

I shook my head. "That makes some sense, but not completely."

"What do you mean?"

"When we did have sex, we did some things that wouldn't be acceptable to most sexually repressed housewives."

"You mean, like eating Jackie's pussy and ass."

"Exactly."

"First of all, remember that my flower isn't a sexually repressed housewife, she was trying to pretend that she was one. She also did love you. You were giving her pleasure and she knew you were enjoying it, so she let you do it."

"She was enjoying it too."

"Of course she was."

"Doesn't that contradict your theory?"

"Not at all; you were the one being adventurous, not Jackie. She was just letting you do it. The fact that she happened to enjoy it every bit as much as you did was a bonus."

"So I could eat her pussy, but if she sucked my cock she was afraid I'd think she was a nasty slut."

"Yes, I believe that's exactly what she was thinking, but there was another complicating factor."

"What was it?"

"During that time, your dominant submissive relationship was slowly taking shape. It was permeating all aspects of your life together."

"Including our sex life."

"Yes, and Jackie was enjoying it just as much as you were."

"That doesn't make sense. During the previous several months we virtually stopped having sex."

"Jackie was enjoying it too much. She had to stop. Her family life and her sex life were getting muddled. I think she felt like she was slowly becoming a slut with you; a dominant slut, but still a slut."

I thought about what Connie had just told me. After a moment I said; "Connie, I have to admit that your explanation makes sense."

"It makes more sense than believing that Jackie was neglecting you because she didn't care about you."

I nodded. "Yeah, I have to agree with that."

"She really does love you and she loves only you."

"I know that. Thanks Connie, this helped."

Connie shook her head. "There is a complication."

"What is it?"

"Now that Jackie understands that she neglected you, she's desperate to make amends for what she did. The problem is that denial is a big part of your cuckold fantasy and that's exactly what she's trying redress. That's how you and I got into trouble tonight. I was trying to tease you about Clayt getting to do things with your wife that she won't do with you and of course by doing that, I struck a raw nerve. Making you wear a chastity cage while another man is fucking Jackie is another example."

"I guess I have to try to get over feeling bad about what happened."

"We could also give you some time. Jackie, Nattie and I are excited about this new lifestyle. Maybe we're pushing you too quickly. Maybe we should back off a little and give you a chance to catch your breath. I could take that chastity cage off right now and when Phil gets here we could just leave. He wouldn't even have to come into the house."

As I listened to Connie, a wave of disappointment washed over me. That was not what I wanted. I was every bit as eager for this new life style as she was. Shaking my head, I said; "No, I don't want to slow down. In fact, I want just the opposite. I want you to push me. I want to be Jackie's submissive cuckold. I want you to tease me and I want to be denied."

Connie stared at me. After a moment she said; "Artie honey, are you sure?"

Taking a deep breath, I said; "Yes, I'm positive." But then I quickly added, "I still may need you to hold my hand and reassure me once in a while."

Grinning, Connie said; "Artie honey, I will always be here to hold your hand." And then winking at me, she reached down, wrapped her fingers around my plastic encased penis and added; "Or anything else you might like me to hold."

My breath caught.

Truly a great segment. Artie is a lucky guy that the three Ladies in his life care for him.

GH,
My breath caught too. You are really getting inside Artie's head well with this. It will be interesting to see how you resolve the central conflict of Jackie's return (or maybe the day after). Balancing her desire to now have real sex with her husband with his desire for denial. As the dominant she should prevail, but how ...

Can't wait. Thanks.

Artie is becoming a perfectly constructed mess; well done.

Timmy, peak and zinc

Thanks for the comments

GH

"Sweetie, are you sure it's all right for me to invite Phil to come inside when he gets here?"

"Is he going to be rude to me?"

"Only if he senses that you want him to be rude. He's a nice guy who’s s*******ed at playing sex games. He's also one of my best friends."

"He's your friend?"

"Yes."

"A real friend? Not just a guy who..." Flushing with embarrassment as I realized what I was about to say, I stopped myself in midsentence.

Connie smiled. "Not just a guy who likes me because he can get into my panties?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Sorry Constance, I didn't mean to be offensive."

"You didn't offend me Artie. I do know some guys who are only interested in a little easy pussy." Connie shrugged. "I'm only interested in their cocks, so that makes us even. You might call it a symbiotic relationship."

I smiled.

Connie said; "But Phil really is a friend, a good friend."

"Is he married?"

"Yes he is. His wife, Janice is a good friend too."

"You know her?"

"Very well; she and Phil often help organize the parties for our sex club."

"Does she, you know, do it too?

Chuckling, Connie said; "Yes Artie, she does. She and Phil have a traditional open marriage. They're both free to enjoy other partners. In fact Janice is on a date tonight. That's why Phil wanted to get together with me."

"Wow!"

Connie smiled.

I asked, "But Phil's not really a cuckold."

"I suppose by the purest definition of the term he is, but not by the definition used on the web sites you like."

"Because he has sex with other women too."

Nodding Connie said; "Yes and he's not at all submissive."

"You mean Phil would never wear a cock cage."

"That's for sure and the women in the sex club would all be irate if Janice ever tried to put him in one."

"Why?"

"Sweetie, Phil has a big cock and he knows how to use it."

"You're telling me that he's a stallion."

"One of the best."

"He's going to think I'm pathetic."

"Not at all." Connie was vigorously shaking her head.

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Phil has a regular fuck buddy. Her name is Linda."

"I thought you were Phil's fuck buddy."

"Phil and I are good friends and we often do get together to fuck, but we're not regular fuck buddies. There are times when we won't see each other for several weeks."

"I see. Do you have a regular fuck buddy?"

"I suppose my boss, Jack would qualify; he fucks me several times a week." Connie shrugged. "That's partly due to convenience. Nattie, Jackie and I all prefer variety. A regular fuck buddy can often become a burden."

"But Jackie has Ron."

"That's because of her demanding schedule. It takes time to meet new guys. That's time taken away from you, the girls and her work. Ron is a convenience fuck for Jackie. He's an easy way for her to satisfy the itch."

"And Jack satisfies your itch."

Laughing, Connie said; "You might say that he's a s*******ed scratcher."

I grinned.

She said; "Let's get back to Phil. He has a fuck buddy named Linda. They get together once a week. Linda's husband, Teddy is a submissive cuckold, just like the cuckolds on your web site."

"Have you met Linda and Teddy?"

"Yes, occasionally Phil will bring Linda to a sex club party as his date. When they do that they bring Teddy with them. Of course he has to wear a collar and join the other submissives as a servant."

"A collar?"

"A dog collar; at the sex club parties all submissives have to wear a dog collar with a tag that states their name and the name of their owner."

"Really?"

"Yes, it helps eliminate confusion."

"Are there many submissives at the sex parties?"

"A few, Nattie plays with them once in a while. Jackie and I have never paid much attention to them. When we go to the parties we like to be sluts. Of course, now that you've introduced us to the excitement of sexual domination that's going to change."

"I introduced you to the excitement of sexual domination?"

"Well it might be more accurate to say that you awakened latent desires; but yes, you and your web sites did get us thinking about domination."

"Connie, is Phil nice to Teddy?"

"Artie honey, they're best friends. They actually play golf together."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I considered that. After a moment I asked; "When they're on a golf course does Teddy call Phil sir?"

Grinning, Connie shook her head. "No sweetie, they separate their sex games from their real life activities."

"Now I really am interested in meeting Phil."

"That’s good, because he's going to be here in fifteen minutes." Connie stripped off her jeans and panties and handed them to me. "Fold these up and put them in my garment bag and then lay out my dress and lingerie on Jackie's bed. I'm going to get in the shower. Join me as soon as you’re done taking care of my clothes. I want you to bathe me."

My jaw dropped.

As Connie disappeared into Jackie's bathroom she called back to me. "Cuckboy, tonight you get to wash my tits and my pussy."

Excited, I quickly opened Connie's garment bag and laid out her dress and lingerie.

Getting more and more interesting. Thank you Sir.

Wonderful, more please...

Very nice segment gh, thanks so much

Artie is in for quite a night. Thx GH!

GH,
You are keeping the intensity and focus of this story up like no other. It's almost as if something has changed in you somewhere, for the good, that has given you more energy or confidence or something on this one. I can only blame Lisa ..

gh,

another excellent story that has us waiting for more. thank you very much.

sallyann

We are all anxious for the next installment.....lol.
Thanks GH for all you do.

Timmy, cuck_2, subchard, zinc, peak, sallyann and monstrol

Thanks for the comments. They bolster my confidence.

GH

For a submissive cuckold male, bathing a beautiful naked woman is one of the great joys of life. You might say that for us it's a labor of lust. Of course there are those who would point out that we'd better appreciate it, because it's one of the few joys we're permitted.

I'd been bathing Jackie since shortly after we met. During all of that time neither of us consciously recognized it as a submissive act. The simple fact that Jackie has never bathed me should have made it apparent, but there are times when ignoring the obvious is the easier course of action. Even though we didn't realize it, I now understood that it actually was one of the first dominant submissive pleasures we enjoyed.

As I began bathing Connie we were both silent. This was an intimate act laden with significance. It had the aura of a ceremony. It was the formal declaration of our mutual acknowledgement of Connie's dominance over me. I was her flower’s slave and therefore, her slave too. We were also both excited. The air was thick with sexual tension.

Jackie had taught me to be slow, gentle and patient when I bathed her. While we both enjoyed it when I washed her breasts, her pussy and her ass; a woman's entire body is a potential erogenous zone. A relaxed, unhurried touch can unlock a myriad of subtle pleasures.

I used the same soft cloth and scented soap that I used when I bathed Jackie. Carefully avoiding Connie's breasts, pussy and ass I tenderly washed her face and neck, her arms and underarms and her flat tummy. When I finished the small of her back I knelt in the shower stall and washed her legs and feet.

As I scrubbed the insides of Connie's thighs my fingers and wash cloth brushed the lips of her pussy. She gasped.

I smiled up at her.

Giggling, she said; "You're teasing me."

I nodded.

She whispered, "Wash my breasts."

I stood. As I washed Connie's breasts I paid careful attention to her erect nipples.

Connie grinned. "That's right cuckboy, get them nice and clean. Phil loves to suck on my titties."

She winked at me. I laughed.

Connie allowed me to wash her breasts for another minute or two and then she turned around. Leaning over, she rested her hands against the side of the shower stall, stuck out her rear and said, "Now it's time to do my ass."

Taking a deep breath I lathered up my cloth and scrubbed each of Connie's cheeks. I was preparing to wash the crack of her ass when I suddenly hesitated. This wasn't Jackie and I was about to provide what most people would consider a particularly intimate service.

Sensing my reticence and correctly guessing the reamister for it, Connie quietly said; "It's okay Artie. I'm not shy and you shouldn't be either. I want you to do it."

"But..."

Connie stood up and turned so that she was facing me. In a gentle voice, she said; "Artie, don't be foolish. Men have fucked me there. Men and women have licked me there. Our bodies should never be sources of shame. They should be edifices of pleasure, beauty and adventure. Sweetie, I want you to wash me everywhere. I want you to feel free to explore my body and enjoy it." She chuckled. "And most of all, I want you to worship it."

Connie's free-spirited attitude inspired me and bolstered my confidence about expressing my own desires, my submissive desires. I took a deep breath and said; "Madam Constance, your body is my temple."

Connie laughed. "Madam Constance! Artie I love that! Unless we're with the girls I want you to call me that all the time."

Grinning, I said; "Of course Madam Constance."

Giggling, Connie said; "Artie honey, I've always believed it, but now I'm even more certain. When Jackie found you she struck gold."

I smiled.

Connie kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered; "I'm going to turn around again. When I do, I want you to get down on your knees and wash my ass and I mean everything including my asshole. Do you understand me cuckboy?"

Breathless with excitement, I answered; "Yes Madam Constance."

Reaching down, Connie gave my plastic encased penis a firm squeeze and then she kissed me again and turned around.

As soon as she was once again leaning against the shower stall wall I dropped to my knees, lathered my wash cloth and began washing the crack of Connie's gorgeous rear.

With the water from the shower pouring down on us, Connie said; "Yes cuckboy, that's exactly what I want. Now wash my asshole and when you're done I want you to wash my pussy. Will you do that cuckboy? Will you wash my pussy for me? I want it to be nice and sweet for Phil. You want to help me make him happy tonight, don't you cuckboy?"

Connie’s words inflamed my submissive desires. Obediently, I answered; "Yes Madam Constance."

"Yes what cuckboy?" She was toying with me.

"I would be honored to be allowed to wash your pussy for you and yes, I do want to help you make Mr. Harper happy tonight."

"That's a good cuckboy."

I smiled. At that moment I realized that a good cuckboy was exactly what I wanted to be.

After I finished washing Connie's ass she turned around so that she was facing me and leaned back against the shower stall with her legs lasciviously spread wide. Still on my knees, Connie's shaved cunt was now directly in front of my face. I desperately wanted to kiss it, but I resisted the temptation. I was a slave, not a lover.

I carefully rinsed my wash cloth and lathered it up again. As I gently rubbed the lips of her pussy, Connie began to purr. It was a familiar sound. When she was starting to get aroused, Jackie made it too.

After I washed Connie's cunt I rinsed the soap from my cloth. As I pressed it back into her slippery sex she cooed with delight and started grinding her hips against my hand. I found Connie's engorged clitoris and rubbed it with my cloth covered fingers. Connie gasped and started grinding her hips even more vigorously.

Suddenly I felt the muscles of Connie's body tense and then she stopped moving. Recognizing what was happening, I did what Jackie had taught me to do. I kept my fingers pressed against Connie's clit.

Connie emitted a low cry and then she started to tremble. I withdrew my washcloth covered hand from her sex and waited patiently on my knees under the warm spray of the shower.

Connie's climax subsided quickly and she immediately regained her composure. Like Jackie, Connie orgasmed easily and recovered rapidly. I wondered if that was the result of experience or physiology.

Grinning, Connie looked down at me and said; "Cuckboy, you give one hell of a nice bath. My flower has you well trained."

Looking up at Connie, I said; "Thank you Madam Constance. It's a pleasure to serve you."

Connie stared at me for a second and then she said; "For you it really is a pleasure, isn't it."

"Yes ma'am." My answer was forthright and confident.

"I'm not sure I'll ever understand why?"

"You're a natural superior. I'm certain that my desire to serve is difficult for you to understand. Don’t worry, I’m a natural submissive. I was born to serve powerful women."

Connie smiled, but then her smile disappeared and she said; "Artie honey, if we ever start taking you for granted or neglect you; promise me that you'll tell us."

"I will."

"Promise me Artie. I want to hear you say it."

"Madam Constance, I promise that if you ever start taking me for granted or neglect me, I'll tell you."

"Thank you Artie." Connie reached down, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. As she led me out of the shower she said; "Dry me and then dry yourself and get dressed. Phil is due to arrive any minute now. I'll get dressed while you wait for him in the living room."

I dried Connie with a large bath towel and then I quickly dried myself and dressed in my cotton slacks and tee shirt.

As I was leaving the bedroom Connie was sitting at Jackie's makeup table applying her eye shadow. "Cuckboy, remember that Phil is a superior. You should address him as sir or Mr. Harper."

"Yes ma'am."

"When he arrives, offer him a beer; but remember your place. Don't get one for yourself. You're a servant. Servants don't take with their superiors."

"Yes Madam Constance, I understand."

Connie turned and smiled at me. "Most of all Artie, have fun."

I grinned at Connie. "I will, I promise."

"Sweet!"

GH,
Like a good ballet dancer, I suppose a good writer can show all the joy in a piece without ever showing any of the effort and pain that probably went into its creation. Thanks for showing us the joy.

Artie has certainly come a long way. Thx GH

Monstrol

By all interpretations that is a nice compliment.

Thankyou

peak

Right now writing is a pleasure. At times the words are hard to find, but I know the story I'm trying to tell and that makes it fun. This last segment was difficult and while I'm still not sure it's any good, at the time it was the best I could do with a segment that I'd promised. You know that I find sex scenes difficult to write.

This next segment is very short, but I felt it was worth posting on it's own. It's funny, when I enventually post this story at Literotica I will have to blend it into a series of much longer chapters. Here you see a much more accurate representation of my outline.

As always, thanks for your comment and support.

Zinc

From your story it is clear to me that you understand the insecurities and changes that confront a couple who are embarking on this life style.

Thank you

Gentlemen thank you again for taking a moment to comment. It is appreciated.

GH

As I walked into the living room to wait for Mr. Harper I started to get nervous. What if this man wasn't nice? What if he was an asshole? What if he laughed at me? Even worse, what if he pitied me? That would be unbearable.

Connie assured me that Phil was a nice guy who understood, but could I trust Connie? I had to trust Connie. If I couldn't trust her, how could I trust Jackie?'

Could I trust Jackie? Was trusting her foolish? She cheated on me the entire time we've been married.

Wednesday night she was terrified that I might divorce her. That was telling. If she didn't love me would divorce really be that terrible for her?

She wouldn't want to lose custody of the girls, but is that even a reamisterable concern? She's the girl's lady. The courts almost never separate a lady from her youngren. At worst she'd end up with shared custody and shared custody would probably be a bonus for her. When I had the girls she'd be free to focus on her career and party with men.

I did put Jackie through law school so the court might decide that I was entitled to part of her income. Since I also had a career I doubted that she'd lose much. It was most likely that she'd end up with primary financial responsibility for the girls. I couldn't imagine that was a serious concern for her. While Jackie enjoys the things money can buy, money itself has never been a big motivator for her. Sex and power are her passions and of course, family.

Cuckold, insecurity is thy middle name. I smiled. It should be; cuckold, groundless insecurity is thy middle name. I knew Jackie. Nothing mattered more to her than her family and family included me.

I'm sure there are naysayers who would eagerly point out that Jackie cheated on me for over eight years and I didn't know it. To those people I would say I did know it; I just chose not to recognize it. There's a big difference.

Yes, Jackie did lie to me, but in her mind it was the lesser evil. Knowing everything I now know, I have to agree with her. If she hadn't lied to me we wouldn't be together and we wouldn't have Cassie and Monica. That would be untenable.

No, when it came to things that really mattered; Jackie was trustworthy and that made Connie and Nattie trustworthy too. I smiled. I had three people who cared about me and that knowledge makes the fears, insecurities and doubts that plague all of us insignificant.

I glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantel. It was 7:30. Phil's arrival was imminent.

GH,

very nice.

The 800 pound Gorillas - The what if? And does she really? Can I really trust?

I have to say that this thread makes me wish I could forget I ever started it so I could begin at the beginning and power read through it. I hope that makes sense. Great work GH, great work.

awesome story. please continue

Oh the angst...as described by the master. Thx GH

Timmy

Thanks, I have to tell you that 800 pound Gorillas are kind of scary.

monstrol

I wish I could start at the beginning of a story and power write right through it.

Thanks for the nice comment.

Alain

I'm glad you're enjoying my story. Thank you for taking a moment to tell me.

Zinc

Thanks, the angst is part of the life of a cuck

Gentlemen, thank you again for your kind comments

GH

I sat on the couch. As I waited I thought about Jackie. It was 7:30. She'd been with Clayt for over an hour. I assumed that she'd already given him a blow job. She'd been very clear that when she got to his hotel room that was the first thing she was going to do.

I had a momentary attack of jealousy. Once again another man was getting something I'd been denied. Remembering my recent conversation with Connie, I quickly rejected that thought. Jackie had never deliberately deprived me of anything. Her neglect was an inadvertent side effect of the dual life she'd been trying to lead.

Feeling better, I relaxed and let my submissive cuckold desires flow freely. My wife was in a hotel room with another man. She'd most likely already sucked his cock and by now they were probably fucking. For several years this had been my secret fantasy. Now that it was actually happening it seemed to me that I should try to let go of my inhibitions and enjoy it.

Reaching down, I felt the chastity cage that confined my penis and turned me into a temporary eunuch. Excitement rippled through me as I thought about the pleasure Mr. Taylor must be experiencing with my wife while at the same time, I was required to wait patiently at home with my penis locked in a plastic cage. It was a cage designed to prevent me from even enjoying the simple pleasure of masturbation, a pleasure freely enjoyed by any teenaged boy with a stack of dirty pictures or an active imagination. To a submissive masochistic cuckold this was the excitement of denial in its most intense form.

I laughed. I really was one kinky mister of a bitch; but then so were my wife, her lady and her sister. We were damn lucky that we'd found each other. I laughed again as I realized that was exactly what Connie had been trying to tell me for the past two days.

I thought about the past two and a half days. While I'd certainly been on an emotional roller coaster I had to admit that excluding our wedding day and the days our girls were born, these last days were turning out to be the most exciting time of my life.

I liked being a submissive cuckold and I liked being Jackie's servant. That was all there was to it. If Jackie liked that arrangement too, then why shouldn't we be able to live that way? I now knew that was what I wanted.

I understood that it was going to be difficult. There were going to be times when jealousy and insecurity wormed their way into my psyche. While I realized that was inevitable, I also knew that Jackie loved me and I was confident that knowledge would help me weather any attack of emotional doubt that might plague me.

I remembered Jackie saying that she was planning to tell Mr. Taylor about our relationship. I wondered if she'd done it. She'd also told me that she might call. I think she was hoping to get Mr. Taylor to thank me for allowing him to fuck her. That would be humiliating, deliciously humiliating. I felt my penis straining to expand in the confines of its plastic cage. Damn, I really was a kinky mister of a bitch and my wife was every bit as kinky as I was. Life was definitely turning out to be fun.

And then the front doorbell rang. Phil Harper had arrived. I was about to meet my first bull. Suddenly panic stricken, I froze. The doorbell rang again. Pulling myself out of my state of panic I stood up and hurried across the room. I didn't want to keep Connie's guest waiting.

When I reached the door I stopped. I took one long slow breath to help me gather my courage and then I pulled the door open.

Phil Harper was a tall man, at least six foot three or maybe even four. While he was at least forty, he still had a full head of long wavy dark brown hair that he wore combed straight back. Clean shaven, he had a chiseled jaw and deep blue eyes that appeared to be full of life. He wore a tight fitting knit shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, well-muscled torso and narrow waist. It was easy to see why women found him attractive. He was a handsome man.

As soon as he saw me he smiled and said; "Hi, I'm Phil Harper. I'm supposed to meet Connie Reid here."

Deciding to fully play my role, I nodded and said; "Good evening Mr. Harper, Madam Constance is expecting you. Please come in."

Laughing, Phil stepped into the house and said; "Madam Constance? Damn that woman does know how to play a game."

Still playing my role, I said; "Sir, Madam Constance is getting dressed. Please come into the living room and make yourself at home."

As I led Phil into the living room he said; "You must be Artie."

I stopped and turned so I was facing him. "Yes sir, I am. I'm Ms. Jacqueline's Conners permisteral servant."

Phil put his arm around my shoulder. "Artie, Can we take a break for a moment?"

"Yes sir, of course we can."

Shaking his head, Phil said; "No, if we're taking a break I'm Phil, all right?"

Nodding, I said; "Jackie and I call it a time-out."

"That works for me, I'm calling time-out."

I smiled. "Okay Phil."

Smiling back at me, Phil said; "Artie, I'm Phil Harper. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Finally meet me?"

"Artie; Connie, Jackie, Nattie and I are all members of a rather loosely organized sex club. We get together once or twice a month. Our meetings are actually parties."

"Jackie, Connie and Nattie have all told me about the club."

"The parties are sex parties."

"I know."

"All of us are friends, so we also take some time to fill each other in on what's happening in our lives. Artie; Jackie, Connie and Nattie describe you as the greatest man that's ever walked the face of the earth."

Suddenly feeling like I was being pandered, a wave of bitterness surged through me. "And that's why Jackie was fucking you and a host of other men for the past several years."

We stared at each other. After a moment Phil said; "I'm sorry, I deserved that. I know that you just learned about all of this a couple of days ago. I should have been more sensitive."

Shaking my head, I said; "No I'm sorry, I've already discussed all of this with Jackie, Connie and Nattie. It's just that I'm still a little touchy about it."

Nodding, Phil said; "And I sounded like I was schmoozing you."

"Yeah a little bit."

"Maybe I was, but it wasn't to con you. Artie, all three of them really do love you."

"I know."

"Do you?"

"Yeah I think I do."

"I'm glad, because it's true."

I smiled.

Phil smiled back and then he said; "So you seem to have found a niche as a submissive cuck."

"I guess so."

"Your answer suggests that you're still having a little difficulty coming to grips with your new position."

"Our culture doesn't applaud wimps who get a thrill from seeing other men fuck their wives."

Shaking his head, Phil said; "No it doesn't, hell our culture doesn't extol the virtues of anyone who deviates even a little bit from a very narrowly defined norm."

"Aint that the truth."

"Our sex club does."

"What do you mean?"

"Our sex club celebrates the diversity of sexual preferences. Our motto is, if you’re consenting adults and no one is being seriously injured, it's all good."

"Seriously injured?"

Phil shrugged. "I have a good friend, his name is Teddy,"

"Connie mentioned him."

"Nothing excites Teddy more than watching his wife suck my cock while my wife whips him."

"Does that happen very often?"

"At least once a week."

"Damn."

"All four of us are also close friends."

"Connie told me that you and Teddy were friends."

"All four of us are close friends. Artie, once a month Teddy's wife, Linda gives him a fantasy night. It's a night when Linda tries to show him how much she really loves him. On fantasy nights Linda will do anything for Teddy, nothing within reamister is off the table. Do you know what he always chooses?"

"I have no idea."

"My wife Janice and his wife, Linda take turns sitting on Teddy's face while the other one sucks his cock."

Laughing, I said; "I've never met your wife or Linda, but the idea sounds pretty hot to me."

Phil patted my back. "Artie my friend, that was spoken like a true cuck."

"Okay, so what would you choose?"

"I'd take turns fucking them while the other one licks my balls and my ass. We do that a couple of times a month and we always make Teddy watch."

"Damn."

Phil grinned. "Fuckin A; Teddy loves being a cuck, I love being a stud. The world is a wonderful place, everyone's happy."

"Connie told me that your wife relaxs with other men."

"That's right, so what? Hell, she even has a boyfriend. She's with him right now."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Why should it? Janice loves me. Joel, her current boyfriend, is just a little bit of fluff on the side. Teddy's wife Linda is my girlfriend. We've been seeing each other for about a year and a half. We're good friends, but we don't love each other. Linda is madly in love with Teddy, I'm madly in love with Janice and Janice is madly in love with me. All four of us know that. Artie, Jackie enjoys fucking other men, but you're the only man she'll ever love."

"Yeah, I think I know that too."

"I hope you do, because it's the truth."

Phil and I turned. Connie was standing in the doorway to the hall that led to the bedrooms. She was wearing a flowered silk robe that belonged to Jackie.