Awakening

GH,

glad to see you back. Thank you for some great 'conversation' - looking forward to the next one.

As always fantastic writing.

Peak

This story is about mutual trust and love. Frankly I think all cuckold stories should be about mutual trust and love. Of course the nature of the lifestyle creates doubt and there arises the conflict. Over the past several years we've discussed this many times. You understand it as well or better than I do. Yes this is a milestone and yes there will be others.

Timmy

As always, thank you. I know that you're busy creating wonderful captioned pics, but you also write great stories. I am eagerly awaiting your next effort.

Both of you, thank you

GH

Mel was an excellent cook. Her chicken stir fry was outstanding. After dinner Amy and I cleaned the kitchen while Mel supervised from her place at the table.

Once the kitchen was clean Amy turned to me and said; "Are your ready to call Jeanne?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Concerned that this might not be an easy conversation. Mel said, "If you'd like some privacy you can go upstairs to the bedroom."

"What are the two of you going to do?"

Amy said; "After dinner we generally watch television."

"In the living room?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"If it's alright with you I'll sit on the couch in front of the fireplace. If I feel like I need some privacy I can move into the kitchen."

Mel said; "Okay, would you like to use our land line?"

"Thank you, I appreciate the offer; but my cell phone will be fine."

Turning to Mel, Amy said; "Let's go see what's on television."

As they left the kitchen Mel said; "Let's watch something funny."

Amy answered, "That's fine with me. I'll watch anything as long as it's not a stupid reality show."

I went upstairs to the guest room and found my cell phone. When I returned to the living room Amy and Mel were sitting on the couch in front of the television watching a rerun of "The Big Bang Theory".

I sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace and called our home telephone.

Jeanne answered after the third ring. "Hello."

"Hi Jeanne."

"Michael, I'm so glad you called. Are you in Tucmister?"

"Yes, I got here yesterday afternoon. How's work? Were the lawyers upset because you took Friday off?"

"They weren't happy, but they'll get over it. How was the drive to Tucmister?"

"It was all right. The shortest route takes you through Pasadena."

"Was the traffic bad?"

"I think it could have been worse."

"Where are you staying in Tucmister? Michael I hope you got a decent motel room. You have money. Why don't you check into one of the golf resorts there. They're supposed to be very nice."

"Jeanne, I'm not staying at a motel."

"Where are you staying?"

"I'm staying with two friends."

"Friends? Do we know people in Tucmister?"

"I just met them yesterday."

"You just met them yesterday and now you're staying with them? Michael who are these friends? Are they guys you met on a golf course?"

"They're not guys. I'm staying with two women."

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne said; "Two women?"

"Yes."

"Who are these women? Where did you meet them? Why are you staying with them?"

"Their names are Melody Adams and Amy Cooper. I met them in a strip club. I'm staying with them because they invited me to stay with them and I'm enjoying their company."

"A strip club? What were you doing in a strip club?"

"Jeanne after everything that's happened during the past three months do you really think you have a right to ask me why I was in a strip club?"

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne answered in a quiet voice; "No, of course not."

I waited. Several seconds passed. Finally Jeanne asked; "Michael what were they doing in a strip club?"

"They work there. They're dancers."

After another moment of silence Jeanne said; "You mean they're strippers?"

"They prefer to be called dancers; but yes, they take off their clothes while they're dancing."

"You're telling me that you're staying with two strippers."

"Again, they prefer to be called dancers; but yes I am staying with two women who dance naked in a bar."

"Why? I mean how?"

"Yesterday I stopped into the club where they work. We started talking and hit it off. When their shift ended they invited me to join them for dinner. They took me to a wonderful barbeque restaurant. You'd enjoy it."

"Don't try to change the subject."

"Okay."

"So you're telling me that yesterday you met two strippers in a bar and they invited you to dinner and now you're staying with them."

"That's right."

"Michael are these women prostitutes?"

"Actually they are, but they prefer to call themselves working girls."

"Working girls, schmirking girls; Michael, you're staying with two whores. How much are you paying them? I don't believe this. I never imagined that you'd sink to this level."

There was a pause. I didn't say anything.

After a moment Jeanne said; "Michael you're making this up, aren't you. Why would you do that? I thought we had a wonderful weekend in San Francisco. Apparently I was wrong. You're still angry that I'm dating other men. Michael, I have to tell you that this little charade is pathetic. I thought you were a bigger man than that."

"Jeanne, I'm not making this up. Everything I've told you is the truth and I'm not paying Amy and Mel. I'm staying with them because the three of us like each other."

"Michael, if you're not paying them why would two hookers possibly be interested in you?"

"Jeanne, be careful; you're now saying things that you might later regret."

Jeanne was silent. I waited. Finally she said; "Okay, I'll play your little game. Let me talk to your new friends."

"Okay."

I stood up and walked across the living room to the couch where Amy and Mel were watching television. They both stood up and looked at me. Their expressions made it clear that they'd been listening to my end of the conversation.

I pressed the speaker button on my cell phone and handed it to Amy. "Jeanne would like to talk to you."

Amy nodded and said into the phone. "Hello Jeanne, I'm Amy Cooper. It's nice to talk to you."

Mel said; "And I'm Melody Adams. Jeanne, I want to tell you that I think you might be the luckiest woman in the entire world. Your husband is a wonderful man."

"Michael, are you still there?"

"Yes Jeanne, I'm here."

"Okay, you hired two whores to make me jealous. It's a pathetic stunt. I didn't think you were capable of doing something like this."

"Jeanne, Mel and Amy are my friends. You can call them working girls, prostitutes, you can even call them hookers; but please understand me, do not ever again call them whores."

"Michael why are you persisting with this charade? Why do you want to hurt me?"

"Jeanne, how am I hurting you? I've made two friends. Yes, we are having sex; but no, I'm not paying them for the sex. We simply enjoy each other's company. How is that any different than what you're doing with Trent Peters?"

"Damn it Michael! Why are you throwing that in my face. Last weekend you told me that you were comfortable with my having a boyfriend. Now you're pulling this nonsense. Why?"

"Jeanne, I'm not pulling any nonsense. I'm just doing exactly what you're doing."

"Okay Michael, if that's the way you want to play it, then that's what we'll do. Have your fun with your floozies, but don't expect me to be standing there waiting to hug you after they're done with you." Laughing derisively, Jeanne added; "Which I guarantee will happen the moment they think they've soaked you for every dime they can get from you."

"Jeanne, I'm sorry you feel that way. I hope that someday you're able to see the hypocrisy of the position you're taking right now."

Jeanne screamed, "Michael, go to hell." And then she ended the call.

I set my cell phone down and sat in one of the chairs next to the couch in front of the television. Both Amy and Mel were watching me. No one said anything. They'd muted the sound on the television, but the picture was still playing.

After a minute or two Mel said; "That didn't go well."

I shrugged.

Amy said; "Michael please understand that all of this has to be tearing Jeanne apart."

"What do you mean? She initiated all of this. She's getting what she wanted. She's dating other men."

Nodding, Mel said; "That's true, but at a heavy cost. Michael, you really are a wonderful man, the perfect husband and it's obvious that Jeanne knows that. She wanted to add some sexual adventure to her life and she made a decision to try to do that. Now she's realizing that the cost of that decision might be the end of her relationship with you."

Looking at me, Amy said; "You left her Michael. We're not saying that you didn't have just grounds to do that. Jeanne did a lousy job of introducing this new life style to you."

"She knows that. We spent a lot of time talking about it in San Francisco."

Amy continued. "Michael, Jeanne's terrified that while you're separated you'll meet a woman who's prettier, smarter and has more education than she does. She'll probably be younger too. As soon as this woman gets to know you she'll realize just how good a man you really are and she'll also recognize that your wife is neglecting you. She'll see that you're vulnerable. She'll pursue you and because you're vulnerable you'll succumb to her advances and then you'll be lost to Jeanne."

"That won't happen."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I love Jeanne. The thought of life without her is untenable. Besides, I'm the one who's afraid."

"Why?"

"I'm terrified that Jeanne's going to fall in love with Trent Peters or someone like him."

Mel said; "Michael, Jeanne flew to San Francisco last weekend for one reamister and only one reamister. She was desperate to make sure you knew just how much she loves you."

"Yeah well Trent Peters is the one who's fucking her."

Amy stared at me. "Are you telling us that you and Jeanne didn't have sex last weekend?"

Shaking my head, I said; "No we had sex the entire weekend."

"Didn't you tell us that one night after dinner she gave you a blow job in the parking lot of that golf course you played?" Mel was staring at me too.

Slowly nodding, I said; "Yes."

Mel pressed. "Why do you think she did that Michael?"

"She wanted to make sure that she wasn't doing anything for another man that she hadn't already done for me."

"And why would she care about that?" Mel was like a prosecuting attorney breaking down a witness at a *** trial.

Smiling, I said; "Because she loves me."

Nodding triumphantly, Mel said; "Damn right she does."

Amy grinned, "One of the many things that I love about Mel is that she doesn't tolerate foolishness."

Funny how much it hurts when the shoe is on the other foot.

Wondering if you are going to treat us to Jeanne's reflections after the phone call.

Thank you for a great story.

As to writing another story, right now I'm not feeling it. I've toyed with some ideas but nothing is really grabbing my attention at the moment.

GH, this really your best story !!
Well, things get complicated for sure

I can understand(on a logical level) why a man would accept that is wife 'cheat' and have sex with someone else if he is not enough for her and she is dissatisfied. Although it may not be the best solution as Viagra is incredibly powerfull.
Or as in that story to have some fun out of wedlock, sex just for the fun.

But what I really do not understand is the whole 'boyfriend' part, why would someone like to see his wife having intimate and tender moment with an other man ?
It's already rather unusual (the whole cuckold thing), but why take risk with his marriage, by having his wife having something like an affair, sharing tenderness, intimacy and taking incredible risks with your marriage.
I mean, after all the cuckold is alredy taking the risk of having his wife falling in love with someone else, it's already a risk with the intimacy created by sex, but even more if you had the whole boyfriend experience !

Anyway, this a fantastic story, I can't wait for the next chapter

Wow, GH, I was hoping for a twinge of jealousy out of Jeanne and we got a landslide. Awesome. How interesting to see the tables turned for once. I love the direction you're headed with this story. I'd give anything to see your outline that you made up for this story, just to get a little sneak peak as to where it's headed. I'm sitting here trying to outguess you, as I can see several different ways that this could develop. One thing I have learned from you is to never try to predict which way the story is going to go, as I'm usually wrong.

I love the way Michael stood up to Jeanne and defended his new friends, but then again, knowing Michael as we now know him, that's not unexpected.

Honestly, if I were Michael, I'd be seriously thinking about staying in Tuscon. After all, there are some wonderful golf courses in that area, along with some other interesting things to play with.

Great job GH.

TrF2

GH,
Powerful stuff, and very realistic human reactions. You skated close to the edge a bit. Amy and Melody were at pains to point out how sensitive Michael is yet he appeared surprised at the reaction of his long standing wife. He may have a had a little latent anger in his comments, a little of the 'if its ok for you, its ok for me' but in its way, it was as bad an introduction to his current position as Jeanne's was to him at home. He maybe ought to have anticipated it a bit. I know enough about your stories to believe you won't let this become a rift. Jeanne will see what she said and Michael will reflect on what A&M just told him. I don't think it matters who blinks first, they won't worry about it afterwards. Milestone indeed ...

I detected a bit of the steering committee in Jeanne's dialog, did she approve?

I see this as follows: Michael was neither insensitive nor wrong for how he handled this, IMO. All he did was tell her the truth. Now, did he carefully consider and shade and deliver his news so as to not offend her in any way? NO. But she forfeited having that as her due when she started all this. She is not the wife in a normative marriage anymore. She did discard the notion that a woman with sexual power and experience would want him, heck she scoffed at it. Belittling a man for being friends with Sex Pros, is ridiculous unless you know the pros in question. All he did was tell the truth, and wifey just blew up on him. Hell he did not go that ballistic on her when she started all this.

All this was just another attack on his sexual virility and desirability. Frankly it is understandable, as insecurity can cause these eruptions,. For as it was pointed out she loves and wants M, but only if SHE can have it both ways, without him doing anything but waiting for her. You are right, she values him. But only an idealized version as a cuck who will not seek to have expanded horizons of his own. She is not insightful enough to see what she has HALF-discarded, and did not consider that someone else might adore him enough to make him her primary sex partner. She thinks of him as an also ran sexually, and her mental construction of sex pros makes her think those gals only want a man for money or porn movie sex. But like a few of my female friends who were in the trade, these gals have chosen to take him in for many of the reamisters she threw him out (sensitivity, not too powerful or controlling, accommodating to the woman he is with, etc). YMMV just my two cents, great story, great comments!

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sorry for the dupes!

JjJj itters? LOL Sorry bout that Peak!!

Bad case of the jitters you got there old bear! ('

I loved all of those comments. I'm not going to comment on them. I'll let the story speak for itself.

Thank you.

GH

I'm sorry I've taken so long to post. I've had time, but as I get older I find that the words don't flow quite as freely. It's interesting, I'm encountering the same difficulty when I try to pee.

"Okay, Jeanne loves me and she's terrified that she's going to lose me. How am I supposed to respond to that? Should I immediately move into a motel and end all contact with the two of you? In the future do I try to avoid women and lead a celibate life while Jeanne continues to date as many men as she pleases?"

Shaking her head, Amy said; "Of course not."

Mel said; "Since you left a lot has happened. Maybe Jeanne's now willing to give up her new life and go back to the old life. Have you considered talking to her about doing that?"

"I'm sure she's willing to try. She told me that in San Francisco."

Amy asked, "Would that be a reamisterable solution for you?"

"It would work for me, but I don't think it would work for Jeanne. If you'd seen her in San Francisco you'd understand. Jeanne loves being a slut. By the way, that's her term. She's enjoying the notoriety that comes with that title and she's doing everything she can to cultivate that image. She's dressing provocatively, wearing lots of makeup and from what she tells me I think she's become an unabashed flirt."

Grinning, Mel said; "Being naughty is fun."

"It certainly is." Amy was grinning too.

I chuckled. "Jeanne is definitely enjoying it and that's the problem. If I asked her to do it I'm certain that she would try to go back to our old lifestyle. She might even be able to do it; but she wouldn't be happy. I believe that eventually she'd end up resenting me because I made her give up a way of life that she clearly enjoys. I fear that would be the beginning of the end of our marriage. Her resentment would turn into hostility. I think it's likely that she'd start cheating on me. Even if she didn't I'd be constantly afraid that she was. That would destroy our trust in each other. I don't believe a marriage can survive without trust."

Nodding, Mel said; "Trust, that's what all of this comes down to, isn't it. You have to trust that Jeanne loves you and won't fall in love with one of her boyfriends and Jeanne has to trust that you love her and won't leave her for another woman."

"I guess that is the real answer. Jeanne and I have to decide to trust each other without reservation." Sighing, I said; "I wish I could call her and talk about this, but I'm afraid that right now she's still probably too angry to discuss anything with me."

And then my cell phone rang.

Amy said, "Maybe she's not."

I picked my phone and answered it. "Hello."

"Michael." It was Jeanne. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Hi Jeanne, I'm glad you called."

"Michael, I'm sorry I got angry and swore at you."

"It's okay, Amy and Mel have been talking to me. They're helping me understand how worried you are that I'll meet another woman."

"I am worried Michael. I'm so afraid that you'll find someone else and never come home."

"Jeanne that won't happen. I love you. I promise that I'll come home. I'm afraid too Jeanne. I'm afraid that you'll fall in love with one of the men you're dating or even worse you'll decide that you like being single and you'll shut me out of your life."

"I won't Michael, I promise. I love you. I love only you. I'll never love anyone else as much as I love you. I need you too. You're the most important permister in my life. I could never shut you out of it."

"You know what that means, don't you?"

"What?"

"We have to trust each other. I have to believe that you love me and need me and you have to believe that I love you and won't leave you for another woman. Sometimes that's going to be difficult. When it becomes difficult we have to talk to each other. When we talk to each other we have to trust each other. We have to believe each other."

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said; "I think you just told me that your two new friends were trying to help you understand how I felt. Did I understand that correctly?"

"Yes, in fact they're trying to help me adjust to your new life style."

"So what you told me is true. They are new friends. You're not paying them."

"No I'm not."

"And they really are...what was the term you used?"

"Working girls, yes they really are."

"Are they with you now."

"Yes, we're sitting together in their living room."

"They live together?"

"They're a couple. In fact they're thinking about getting married."

"They're lesbians?"

"Yes, they're lesbians."

"But they're having sex with you."

"Actually they're bisexual."

"Micheal would you switch to speaker phone."

"Of course." I switched my cell phone to the speaker. "Jeanne they can hear you now."

Jeanne said; "I understand that you've become friends with my husband."

Amy said, "That's right, we enjoy his company."

"We got off to a bad start before. I was wondering if we could try again. I'm Jeanne Nolan."

"I'm Amy Cooper."

"I'm Melody Adams."

"Melody, Amy; it's nice to meet you."

Mel said; "It's nice to meet you too Jeanne. Michael has told us so much about you. It's obvious that he loves you very much."

Jeanne said, "I hope he does because for the past several months I've been putting our marriage to a severe test."

Amy said, "We know, he's told us a lot about what's happened."

Mel said; "Jeanne, right now were talking on Michael's cell phone. Would it be all right if we hung up and called you back on our land line?"

Jeanne said, "That would make it easier to talk, wouldn't it."

Mel answered, "Yes it would."

Turning to me, Amy asked; "Michael do you have a recent picture of Jeanne?"

"I have several. They're upstairs in my bag."

"After we hang up would you use your phone to take pictures of Mel and me and text them to Jeanne?"

"Of course."

"And then would you get the pictures of Jeanne so Mel and I can see what she looks like?"

Mel said, "You do understand that if any of us had bothered to learn how to Skype we wouldn't have to do that."

Amy answered, "I know, but before you get too critical I'd like to point out that if it was up to you we'd still be keeping our books with an abacus."

Mel stuck out her tongue.

Laughing, Jeanne said; "Michael are they always like this?"

"Pretty much."

"I can already see why you enjoy them so much." And then Jeanne added; "Amy, Mel please promise me that you won't steal my husband from me."

Amy said; "Jeanne if we thought we could do that both of us would try. Your husband is a prince; but he's a prince who's totally devoted to you. There isn't any way that we could steal him from you."

"Thank you Amy, I can't begin to tell you how much hearing you say that means to me."

After we ended the call on my cell phone Mel and Amy each posed for a portrait shot. While I texted the pictures to Jeanne Amy got the hand set for their land line. I gave them our home telephone number and then I ran upstairs and got the three large pictures of Jeanne that I carried in my bag. By the time I returned to the living room Mel, Amy and Jeanne were already conversing.

Jeanne was saying, "I just received your pictures. You're both beautiful. It's easy to understand why men are willing to pay to be with you.

I showed Jeanne's pictures to Amy and Mel. Amy said; "Jeanne you're a very attractive woman. You have beautiful eyes."

Mel said; "We can see why Michael is so madly in love with you."

"Thank you and also thank you for letting me know that my husband still loves me."

For the next two hours I listened to a three way gab session. Mel and Amy told Jeanne about working as call girls in Las Vegas and Tucmister. Jeanne told them about our two flowers and our life together prior the big change.

I paid close attention while they discussed my sexual strengths and grimaced when they talked about my weaknesses. Jeanne was particularly pleased when Amy and Mel told her that they were teaching me how to eat pussy.

Amy and Mel asked Jeanne about Tent Peters. After she told them about him they advised her to "go for it" and added that they would make sure that I was okay with that.

They talked about Ruth and David and laid out my plan. Jeanne thought it was an outstanding idea and promised to call Ruth in the morning.

Mel and Amy tried to persuade Jeanne to come to Tucmister. They even told her that she could have some dates in the cottage at two hundred dollars an hour. While Jeanne was tempted, she had to decline they're offer. She'd already pushed her bosses too hard. She'd just taken time for San Francisco and was taking time for Christmas in San Antonio too. She didn't dare ask for any more time off.

The conversation lasted for almost two hours. When the three women were finally talked out Jeanne asked to speak to me privately. Mel switched off the speaker, handed the telephone to me and then she and Amy thoughtfully left the living room.

Jeanne said; "I can see why you like them Michael. They're nice women, I like them too."

"I'm glad Jeanne. They really are trying to help me adapt to your new lifestyle."

"I know that. You were lucky to meet them."

"Yes I was."

"Michael I really am sorry about how I reacted when you first told me about them."

"I think I could have been a little more sensitive when I told you about them." I paused for a moment and then I added; "Even though you've told me a number of times that you didn't mean it, I think I still feel hurt by what you said to me the night you announced to me that you were going out with Derek Fischer."

"You mean when I told you that no woman would want you because you're losing your hair and have a pot belly."

"Yes."

"I can't begin to tell you how much I regret saying those words to you. You do know that I didn't mean them."

"Yes, but they're still hard to forget."

"Michael I'm so sorry that I said them." Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, "I almost said something similar tonight, didn't I."

"Yes."

Sighing, Jeanne said; "Michael do you understand why I say stupid things like that?"

"I think so, you're afraid that I'll meet another woman and leave you."

"At times I get so scared that I start to cry. Michael I love being a slut, but I'm terrified that it's going to cost me the only man I'll ever love."

"Jeanne if you promise to keep loving me I'll promise to keep loving you."

"Michael I do promise. I will always love you. I'll never leave you for another man."

"And I'll always love you too Jeanne and I'll never leave you for another woman."

"Thank you Michael."

"Jeanne I want to tell you a secret."

"What is it Michael?"

"I'm discovering that I like being married to a slut. It's difficult to admit it, but I get excited when I think about you with other men."

"Baby I so badly want that to be true."

"It is true Jeanne, it really is. When I get home I'd like to go to Brady's saloon with you and watch while you get together with a man."

"Are you sure? You'll see me flirt with him and then you'll see us dance together and while were dancing you'll see him touching me. You'll see him touching me in ways that only you should be touching me."

"But you won't stop him, will you?"

"No I won't. I'll want him to touch me."

"Because you're a slut."

"Yes because I'm a slut."

"And I won't stop you because I enjoy seeing you with other men. It excites me. I love having a slut wife."

"After I come back from the parking lot, after I've sucked his cock and let him cum on my tits will you take me home and make love to me?"

"Yes, that would be wonderful."

"Oh my god! I only heard your half of that conversation, but it was incredible."

I turned. Mel and Amy were standing in the doorway from the dining room.

Amy said; "I'm sorry Michael, we didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"I meant to eavesdrop and I'm glad I did. That was hot. My pussy is dripping." Mel stormed into the living room. "Michael turn on that damn speaker."

Giggling at the exuberance of her friend, Amy followed Mel into the living room.

I switched on the speaker.

Jeanne said; "Hi Mel."

Mel said; "Jeanne honey, you gotta promise to have phone sex with us every night."

"Not every night." Amy was shaking her head.

Staring at Amy in dismay, Mel asked; "Why not?"

"She has to spend some nights with Trent Peters."

"Oh yeah, that's good, because then she can tell us about how much she's enjoying his big cock." Mel turned to me. "You'd like that, wouldn't you cuckboy?"

"Mel!" Jeanne's voice screamed out of the telephone speaker.

Amy said; "Jeanne, it's okay, Michael has to get used to this. It's what he wants."

Jeanne said; "Michael is that right? Do you want to be my cuckold?"

Suddenly flustered, I stammered; "I ah...I don't...I mean..."

Amy came to my rescue. "Jeanne we're trying to desensitize him. Michael is definitely not one of those submissive cuckolds in the stories on the Internet web sites."

Mel laughed. "That's for sure. Your baby will never be wearing panties."

Shaking my head, I muttered; "Thank you."

Ignoring me, Amy said, "But he does enjoy fantasies about you and other men. Those fantasies make him feel guilty, so we're trying to push his limits."

"Are you okay with that Michael?"

"Yes I am, they're telling me that in our own way we're all perverts. I need to hear that.

Mel said, "Every one of us is a pervert and the biggest perverts of all are the sanctimonious prudes who make love once a month in the missionary position with the lights off. Sex is fun. Why would any sane permister want to put limits on how they enjoy it. It's healthy to experiment"

Jeanne said, "I used to be one of those prudes, but I've seen the light and Mel, I have to tell you that I like the way you think."

Mel said; "Damn right baby."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Don't get her started."

Jeanne laughed. Mel winked at me. I was still shaking my head.

After a moment Jeanne said; "It's almost eleven o'clock here. I'm having a wonderful time, but I have to go to bed."

Amy said; "We understand. We have to work tomorrow too, but we don't have to be at the club until noon. It's also an hour earlier here."

Mel said, "Don't forget your assignments for tomorrow. We'll be expecting a full report tomorrow night."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "My assignments?"

"Damn right baby, you have assignments."

Amy and I smiled at each other. Mel was on a roll.

Ignoring us , Mel continued. "First thing in the morning you have to call Ruth and outline our plan."

Jeanne said, "I will definitely do that."

"After you call Ruth you have to call Trent Peters and set up a date."

"Michael is it okay for me to do that?" The concern in Jeanne's voice was evident.

I answered, "Will you promise to call us after the date and tell us about everything that happened?"

"Is that what you want?"

Before I could answer Mel said; "Damn right it's what he wants and while you're telling us about the date Amy and I will be sitting on either side of him on the couch and we'll both be playing with his pecker."

Jeanne laughed. "That will definitely enhance the story."

Grinning. Mel said; "That's the idea honey."

"I'll call you tomorrow night." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said; "Mel, Amy I'm sorry I doubted you at first. Now that I've gotten to know you I'm very happy that you've become friends with my husband."

Amy said; "We understand Jeanne. We're glad that we became friends with him too and now we're also going to be friends with you. That makes us even happier."

"Me too. Can I ask a favor?"

Mel said; "Of course you can."

"Would you suck Michael's cock for me tonight and while you're doing it will you please tell him that I love him."

Grinning, Amy said; "We would love to do that."

"Thank you; Goodnight Amy and Mel, Goodnight Michael. Michael I love you, please never forget that."

"I love you too Jeanne, goodnight."

GH,
Absolutely redy brilliant. I can say no more. Thanks.

GH,

Peak said it all.

Thank you.

Thank you for more of the outstanding writing we have come to expect.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

I'm with Peak. Great segment!

Fucking awesome. I love this story. Thanks GH.

TrF2

This is taking a wonderful turn. Can't wait for next installment. Will Jeanne ultimately think more about Mel's offer or do something about it back home? Good husband, you are 5* author - magnificent series. I strive to meet just a modicum of your standard with my own doodlings. Ken

hello gh,

I have been out of touch for a while. a little vacation without hubby. I just caught up and am loving it. this is one of your best works and I am glad Jeanne understands and lets the girls teach Michael.

sallyann

GH,

I was in hospital for five days. One of the first places I checked when returned home was here for Awakening. Stunning twists with erotic highlights where my pleasure to find. The hooks are planted, reel us in slowly.
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All of you, thank you for the kind comments. I'm a little pressed for time and I want to post these two segments. Please understand that I do appreciate your comments.

GH

It was just after ten o'clock. Amy and Mel had entertained four men that day. They were tired. They also had to work at the club the next day. The three of us went upstairs and took a shower together.

After the shower we got into bed. I told them that it would be fine if we just went to relax, but Amy and Mel were both insistent. They'd promised Jeanne. They wanted to keep their promise so they took turns sucking my cock and whispering in my ear.

They told me how much Jeanne loved me, but they also whispered questions about Jeanne and Trent Peters. Would Jeanne suck his cock like they were sucking mine? Would she lick his balls and his ass. Would she let him cum in her mouth. They told me to close my eyes and picture Jeanne sucking Trent's cock. They asked me to think about how much Trent would enjoy Jeanne's blow job and then they told me to picture him pushing her to the bed and mounting her. While Mel sucked my cock Amy told me to imagine Trent pushing his huge erection into my wife's cunt. That pushed me over the top. The damn burst. I came.

Mel continued sucking me while I ejaculated. Jeanne had done the same thing in San Francisco. It really is an amazing way to orgasm. When I was finished ejaculating Mel, Amy and I shared my cum. Jeanne had also done that in San Francisco. My sexual inhibitions were slowly being razed.

With traces of my semen still glistening on our lips, the three of us cuddled up together. I pulled the covers over us and we went to relax.

The next morning was Wednesday. Thanksgiving was the following week.

Amy, Mel and I slept late. When we finally did get up we had just enough time for breakfast before we had to leave for Danny's Lounge.

I'd been to Danny's lounge on Monday, but that day I was a customer. Now I was a close friend of Chantel and Simone. I was treated like a member of the family. I sat at the bar nursing a Diet Coke and got to know everyone. I quickly became friends with the bartender, Janet; the two waitresses, Marie and Connie; Marcus, the burly black bouncer and Ed, the manager. I didn't see Danny. Apparently he was an absentee owner.

In addition to Mel and Amy there were five other dancers working that afternoon. They were all younger then my flowers and all of them spent some time on the bar stools on either side of mine getting to know me. It was a pleasant afternoon.

Just before Amy and Mel ended their shift at five, two of the young dancers; Candy, the blond I'd met on Monday and Raylene, a busty brunette with a New Jersey accent, sat down on the bar stools on either side of me.

Candy said; "We can see that you're now handling Chantel and Simone and you seem like a nice guy. We were wondering if you might be willing to take us on too. We're both just getting started and we could use some guidance."

I noticed Mel and Amy watching from the other side of the bar. I raised my eyebrows. Realizing that I wasn't amused by this overture, they both hurried over to us.

As soon as they reached us, Amy said; "Girls, Michael is just a good friend; he's not in the business."

Candy stared at me. After a moment she asked; "You're not?" She was clearly disappointed."

I shook my head.

Mel said; "No honey, he's not. He's just a friend and a very nice guy."

Obviously embarrassed, Candy said; "I didn't understand. I'm sorry I bothered you."

Smiling, I said; "You didn't bother me. I suspect that I'm going to be in here quite a lot during the next month. I'll always enjoy talking to you.

Grinning, Candy said; "You are a nice man."

Amy said, "He is and he also knows a lot about managing money. I know that both of you are doing well here. I'm quite certain that Michael would be willing to help both of you organize your finances."

Looking at me with her large brown eyes, Raylene asked; "Would you really be willing to help us do that?"

Nodding, I said; "Yes, I'd be glad to do that"

By the end of the week I was the business manager and investment counselor for all of the dancers at Danny's Lounge. It was going to cut into my golf; but that was okay, you can only play so much golf.

That night Jeanne called. She'd talked to Ruth that morning. The next day, after work, David and Ruth were planning to join Jeanne at Brady's Saloon. Jeanne also told us that she'd talked to Trent Peters. He was coming over to the house Saturday afternoon. Jeanne was noticeably excited.

After we talked to Jeanne we showered together, went to bed and made love in a daisy chain. My face was buried in Mel's cunt. Mel's face was buried in Amy's cunt and Amy was sucking my cock.

When I came I assumed we were finished, but that wasn't their plan. I was quickly informed that I was expected to continue licking Mel. Mel of course continued pleasuring Amy while Amy kept sucking and fondling my flaccid penis.

I was surprised to discover that it wasn't long before I was hard again. Mel and Amy weren't just breaking down my inhibitions, they were also teaching me to be a better lover.

The next day I played golf while Mel and Amy took turns entertaining gentlemen in the cottage. I learned that on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays they almost always had a full schedule. Their dates were generally booked a week in advance.

Thursday evening Jeanne called. It was almost 8:30. We were sitting on the couch in front of the television. I'd connected my lap top computer. We were watching a porn movie staring Brianna Beach.

Realizing how much fun David and I were having watching porn movies featuring women who resemred our wives; Mel and Amy began combing the porn star site, Freeones.com looking for women who looked like them. They found Jada Fire and Brianna Beach and immediately purchased and downloaded several movies featuring those stars.

Amy answered the telephone. After a moment she said; "Hi Jeanne." And the she immediately switched the phone to speaker.

Mel and I both said; "Hi Jeanne."

Jeanne said; "Hi everyone, I just got home from Brady's Saloon."

I asked, "Did Ruth and David meet you there?"

"Oh yes, but I didn't actually talk to David. He sat at the bar pretending not to know either of us."

Mel said, "That was the plan."

"Yes it was and he followed it perfectly."

Amy asked, "Did you hook up with a couple of guys?"

"We did. Their names were Bill and Tony. They were together. They're new car salesmen at the Honda dealership on 4th Avenue. Bill sat next to me and Tony sat with Ruth."

Mel asked, "Were they hot?"

"Very, they were in their early thirties. Both of them were tall and fit with broad shoulders, muscular chests and narrow waists."

Licking her lips while she stared at me, Amy said; "They sound yummy."

Reaching over, Mel unzipped my pants and took out my cock. I was already hard.

"They were yummy, both of them." Jeanne paused. After a moment she asked in a concerned tone of voice; "Michael is it okay for me to say things like that?"

Before I could answer Amy said; "Don't worry Jeanne, Mel has Michael's cock out. He's already hard."

Amy if you don't mind I'd like to hear it from Michael. Since all of this started I've hurt him too many times. I don't want to inadvertently do it again."

Amy said; "That's all right. I understand." She and Mel looked at me.

"It's okay Jeanne. If we're going to do this you have to be able to be honest and open with me."

"But I don't want to hurt you, I don't even want to make you feel bad."

"Jeanne remember what we talked about in San Francisco. I'm a voyeur. I get excited when I hear about your dates."

"Yes we did talk about that in San Francisco, it just that when you tell me that it's a little hard for me to believe you." Jeanne quickly added, "Please don't misunderstand what I'm saying. That's not a judgment."

"Sometimes I worry that admitting that to you will make you lose your respect for me."

"No Michael, never. I respect you because you're a man. I can trust you and rely on you. You've always taken care of the girls and me. Even when you went away you took care of the girls and me before you left. Michael Nolan, I will always respect you." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she quietly said; "Sometimes I worry that you're going to lose your respect for me. I'm traipsing around dressed and made up like a total slut, fucking anything with a cock.

"Don't worry Jeanne, I'm not going to lose my respect for you either. Yes, you've adopted a rather flamboyant permistera, but in fact you're still the bright, caring woman that I fell in love with twenty-seven years ago. I love you today every bit as much as I've ever loved you. In fact I think I'm beginning to love you even more today than I did before all of this started. I'm discovering that a flamboyant slut might actually be the perfect wife for an old voyeur like me."

Jeanne said, "Michael I'm so happy you're beginning to feel that way. Ever since all of this started I've been terrified that I might lose you. If I have to do it to keep you, I'm even ready to give it all up and try to go back to our old life."

"I know that Jeanne and I appreciate it, but I don't think it's necessary. I'm becoming increasingly convinced that I cannot only learn to live with the new Jeanne, I think I can eventually learn to relish living with her."

"Michael, I hope so; I really do. We can have so much fun together."

"I think so too Jeanne, but now let's get back to your original question."

"My original question?"

"Yes, does it bother me when you tell me that you're playing with hot guys."

"Does it?"

"Sometimes maybe a little, but I need to get over that. Jeanne, if we're going to do this I want to really do it. I want you to enjoy your life as a slut. That means you should be playing with handsome men who are well endowed, s*******ed sex partners. Baby I love you, I want you to enjoy the best. Just make one promise to me."

"Of course, what is it?"

"Promise me that I'll always be your number one man."

"You will Michael. I promise."

"And I trust you Jeanne, so I'm going to try very hard to learn not to worry."

"Thank you Michael." Jeanne giggled.

I asked. "What is it?"

"That's the first time you ever called me baby. I like it. I hope you start calling me that all the time because I am your baby Michael and I always will be."

"Okay baby, how about telling us more about your evening with Ruth and David at Brady's Saloon."

Mel said, "Yes, let's get back to the story."

Amy said, "I agree. We want to hear every detail."

"Sitting at a table with Ruth flirting with two good looking men while David watched from the bar was amazingly exciting. Michael when you get home I really would like to do that with you."

"I'd like to do that too Jeanne."

Mel said; "We're getting side tracked again. Let's get back to the story. The anticipation is *******ing me. My pussy is so wet that I may have to run upstairs and change my panties."

Amy and I smiled.

Jeanne giggled, but then she did get back on track. "Okay I was sitting with this guy named Bill and Ruth was with this guy named Tony. They were car salesmen and they were both handsome. As soon as they sat down at our table they bought a second round of takes for us and then we started flirting. At first Ruth was a little nervous. I'm sure she was concerned about how David was reacting to what she was doing. She quickly finished her first margarita and when the waitress brought our second takes she started on that one. That helped. She began to relax. As she relaxed she started to enjoy talking to the guys. Once she got into it, it became obvious that she was pretty good at flirting."

I said, "Ruth told us that before she was married she liked to play around."

Jeanne said; "She was definitely experienced. Anyway, we flirted with the guys for a little while and then they asked us to dance. Of course we said yes. Bill and Tony led us over to the small dance floor, took us in their arms and we started dancing."

Mel asked, "Was it a slow misterg?"

"Mel, Brady's is a meat market for the married but playing set. They only play slow romantic ballads."

Grinning, Mel said; "Amy we have got to go to this place."

Chuckling, I said; "It's a long drive."

Ignoring my comment, Jeanne said; "Michael knows the way and you're always welcome to stay with us."

I said, "Some day Jeanne, but not yet."

"I know." The disappointment in Jeanne's voice was evident."

"Okay, you and Ruth were dancing with the guys. What happened next?" Amy was trying to keep us focused.

"By the time the first misterg ended Bill had both of his arms wrapped around my waist and I had my arms wrapped around his shoulders. We were grinding against each other in time to the music. I could feel Bill's erection pressing into my stomach. I was so turned on that I was afraid I might have an orgasm on the dance floor."

Mel asked. "Were Tony and Ruth dancing close together too?"

"Oh yeah, Tony actually had his hands on Ruth's rear."

"Was David watching?" Amy was clearly getting excited.

"He was trying to be discreet, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Tony and Ruth."

Mel asked, "Did he seem upset?"

"Not at all, he was smiling."

Mel gasped, "That is so hot."

Amy said; "So what happened next?"

"When the misterg ended Bill asked me if I wanted to sit in one of the back booths with him. Naturally, I said yes. As Bill took my hand to lead me to a booth I noticed that Tony was doing the same thing with Ruth."

"This just keeps getting better and better." Amy was grinning.

"The back booths at Brady's are horse shoe shaped. They have high backs and the tables are covered with table cloths so the booths actually provide a little bit of privacy."

Mel winked at me. "They're perfect for a little hanky panky."

"You can still see the booths from the bar so they don't allow too much hanky panky. If a couple starts going at it hot and heavy the waitress will come over and tell them to cool it. That doesn't mean that you can't have a little fun. As long as it's discreet the waitresses will ignore a little kissing and fondling and the table cloths provide good cover so anything below the waist is just fine."

Amy said; "So you can unzip a guys pants and take out his cock without anyone seeing it."

Mel said; "And a guy can fondle you."

"When I go to Brady's I always wear a skirt."

"Amy we do have to go to this place." Mel turned to me. "Michael when we go to Brady's will you sit in a booth with me? You can play with my pussy while I Jack you off."

Bowing politely, I said; "Mel it would be an honor."

Giggling, Amy said; "We're both going to sit in the booth with you. You'll have one of us on each side of you and we'll both be jacking you off. You'll be the envy of every guy in the bar."

Laughing, I said; "I like this plan."

"You two are spoiling my husband." Jeanne was laughing too.

Amy said; "Do you mind?

"No not at all. In fact, other than having him at home, I can't think of anything that would make me happier."

Mel said; "Don't worry Jeanne. While Michael is with us we will definitely be spoiling him."

"Thank you."

Once again trying to get us back on track, Amy said; "Okay you and Ruth are both in a booth with a guy you just met playing patty cake. What happened next?"

"I heard Ruth's cell phone ringing."

"I said, "David was calling her."

"That's right. He was following the plan. Tony and Ruth were in the next booth. We could hear everything they said. Ruth answered her phone, listened for a moment and then she said; I'm shopping at the mall. I'll come straight home. We can still have dinner together. She ended the call and explained to Tony that it was her husband. She told him that she was sorry but she had to get home right away. Tony was a gentleman. He told her that if his wife had called he have to hurry home too; but then he did ask her if he could see her again."

Mel asked; "What did Ruth tell him?"

"She told him that she'd enjoy that, but she was never sure about when she could get out. Her husband often worked late, but it was rarely on a schedule."

Amy said; "That was smart."

"Tony gave Ruth his cell phone number and suggested that she call him the next time her husband has to work late. That way he could meet her at Brady's. Ruth put his number in her cell phone and then she kissed him and hurried out of the bar. David waited for a minute and then he followed her out."

I asked, "Have you talked to them since then?"

"No, I'm guessing that they want to be alone"

"Hell yes they want to be alone. I'm betting that right now they're fucking like a pair of rabbits." Mel was grinning.

"I hope so." And then Amy added, "I still want to hear what Jeanne and Bill did?"

Squeezing my cock, Mel said; "I do too and judging from how hard he is so does your sweet husband."

Jeanne asked, "Michael, are you still doing okay?"

"I'm doing great. A a gorgeous woman is playing with my cock while my hot wife is telling me about a party she just had with another man."

Jeanne said; "Party, I really like that word. I also love it that my husband enjoys hearing about my parties with other men."

"I do Jeanne. Tell us more." I really was excited.

"Okay, After Ruth and David left Tony went over and sat at the bar. Bill and I kissed and played with each other for a few more minutes and then he asked me if I'd like to go out to his car with him. I stuffed his erection back into his pants, zipped him up and said, Let's go."

"You had his cock out! I love this." Mel was giggling. "Did he have your panties down?"

"When I go to Brady's I always take my panties off in the car before I go inside."

Amy nodded. "That makes perfect sense to me."

Mel agreed."Me too." And then she said; "Was he rubbing your pussy while you played with his cock?"

"Of course."

Mel cried, "Quick, somebody get me some tissues. I think I'm going to squirt."

Amy said, "Michael give Mel your handkerchief. She's not kidding, when she gets worked up she really does squirt."

"I squirted a little while you were licking me Tuesday night, but I was already so wet that I don't think you realized it."

Amy quickly said; "Don't worry Michael, it's just her cum. Mel squirts on me all the time."

I handed my handkerchief to Mel. She opened her jeans and stuffed it into the crotch of her panties. "There, now I won't make a mess on the couch." She looked at me. "Thank you, if you think you're going to cum warn me. I'll put your cock in my mouth and suck you while you ejaculate. We don't want you to make a mess on the couch either."

Shaking her head, Amy said; "Mel, be honest. You might be a little worried about the couch, but mostly you just want Michael's cum."

Mel shrugged. "what can I say? It's a delicacy."

Jeanne laughed. "You three are totally out of control. I wish I was with you."

Amy giggled. "You're the one who was jacking a guy off in a bar tonight."

"I was and I loved it. Isn't sex fun."

Mel grinned. "You sure got that right."

"Okay, so what happened when you got out to Bill's car?" Amy was once again getting us back on track.

"Bill has a Honda Pilot. We got in the back seat. I unbuttoned my blouse and unfastened my brassiere so he could play with my tits and then I unzipped his pants and took out his cock."

Amy asked, "Was he big?"

"Yes he was. I'll bet he was at least seven inches and his cock had a really nice curve to it."

Mel said, "That's the perfect size. Big, but not too big and the curve makes it even better."

Amy leaned over and said; "Tonight your wife got to play with a very nice cock, but I'll bet your cock is still her favorite."

"She's right Michael, I enjoy variety, but your cock will always be special for me."

I asked, "Did you enjoy Bill's cock?"

"I did, is that okay?"

"Of course it is. That's why we're doing this. I love you. I want you to have fun."

"Thank you Michael, thank you for understanding. And Mel and Amy, thank you for helping him understand."

Mel said; "Believe me Jeanne, we're all enjoying this."

Amy asked; "Did you suck him?"

"I did and it was wonderful. Do the two of you like doing that? You know, sucking cocks?"

Mel laughed. "Jeanne honey, we are passionate about it. We chose to do it for a living."

Nodding, Amy said; "Cocks are enchanting. Holding them, playing with them, rubbing them against your lips and cheeks, kissing them, licking them or sucking them; it doesn't matter, for us all of it's thrilling."

"That's how I feel too. Michael I'm so sorry that I didn't discover that years ago. When you come home I promise to give you a blow job every day for the rest of our lives."

Grinning, Amy said; "That'll get him home."

Mel asked, "Do you cum while you're sucking a guy?"

"No, but for me sucking a cock isn't really about cumming. I'm not sure I can explain it."

Amy said, "You don't have to explain it. We understand. We both feel the same way. It's just unbelievably exciting."

"I do get aroused. Tonight after I'm finished talking to you I'm going to have a very intense session with my vibrator. Michael if you were here I would love to suck you, you could lick me and then we could fuck. I'd like that even more."

"I'd like that too Jeanne."

Mel asked, "Did you let Bill cum in your mouth?"

"No, he came on my tits. I won't let anyone but Michael cum in my mouth."

I asked, "What about Trent Peters?"

Jeanne paused. After a moment she answered; "I don't know, maybe if we start dating regularly. Before I let him do it I'll talk you about it first, okay?"

"That's fine."

Amy said; "What happened after Bill came?"

"He gave me his handkerchief so I could wipe his cum off of my breasts. After we straightened our clothes, he walked me back to the bar and then he got back into his car and left."

I asked, "Did you go back into the bar again?"

"I always do. Before I go home I like to go the ladies room and fix my makeup and hair."

Mel said, "And then you went home and called us. That was a great evening."

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said; "I didn't exactly go home right away. Michael, please don't be mad at me."

"Did you do something bad?"

It wasn't exactly bad, but I guess it was kind of slutty."

Amy said, "I like the sound of this. What did you do?"

"Tony was still sitting at the bar. He was all by himself and he looked a little forlorn. I felt guilty, because we'd sort of used him"

Mel asked, "Why didn't he just find another playmate?"

"At Brady's there's a rush between 5:30 and 6:30. People stop for a little quick fun on their way home from work. If a guy hasn't scored by 7:00 it probably isn't going to happen for him that night."

Nodding, Amy said; "So once Tony committed to Ruth he wasn't going to get a second chance."

"That's generally the case."

I asked, "What did you do?"

"I went over to him and told him that I was sure that Ruth was disappointed that she had to leave."

Mel said, "And I'll bet you were right. I'll bet she would have loved to stay and have a party with Tony."

"I'm fairly certain that's true. Anyway, Tony was really nice about it. He told me that he understood. If his wife had called him he would have had to leave too. We talked. The more I got to know Tony the more I liked him. I decided that it would be fun to do him. I also felt like we kind of owed it to him, so I asked him if he'd like to show me his car."

Amy grinned. "Oh that is slutty. I love it. What did he say?"

"He was a little surprised, He thought about it for a moment and then he said that it didn't seem right. Bill was his buddy."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "He is a good guy, but he maybe isn't too bright"

"He was a little naive, but I found that attractive."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, so do I." Mel was smiling.

"I pointed out to him that since Bill and I were both married we really didn't have any kind of a commitment to each other, so he could feel free to play with me too. That was all it took. Five minutes later we were sitting in the back seat of his Honda Odyssey making out like a couple of teenagers."

Mel asked, "Did he have a nice cock?"

"It was a little smaller than Bill's and it didn't curve, but it was still nice."

Laughing, Amy said; "Jeanne, you're a girl after my own heart. All cocks are nice."

Jeanne giggled. "They really are, aren't they."

"Did you suck him?" Now Mel was the one keeping us on track.

"Oh yes, and while I did it he played with my tits and my pussy."

"Girl you had quite an evening." Mel was smiling.

"I did. Michael are you upset with me?"

"No Jeanne, I'm not. You didn't do anything wrong and it sounds like you had a really good time. I enjoyed hearing about it. I'm beginning to love having a slut wife."

"Micheal, I'd so glad you feel that way. I really do love being a slut and as long as you're okay with it I don't think I'm hurting anyone."

"You're not hurting anyone Jeanne, especially me. Your voyeur husband is having a wonderful time listening to your exploits. I can't wait to hear more."

Jeanne laughed. "Are you encouraging me to party with more men?"

"Yeah, I guess I am." I was laughing too.

"Michael, you really are the perfect husband."

"And you're the perfect wife."

"Hearing you say that makes me so happy." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said; "It's after eleven o'clock here. I have to work tomorrow and I still want to take a shower and have a little fun with my vibrator. I've loved talking to you, but I need to hang up. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind. It is late and you do have to work tomorrow."

"Can I call you again tomorrow night?"

"Of course you can. We'll all look forward to it."

Amy said; "Yes we will."

"Goodnight Michael, I love you."

"Goodnight Jeanne, I love you too."

"Goodnight Amy and Mel, thank you for being so good to my husband."

Amy said, "It's our pleasure. Good night Jeanne."

Mel said, "Good night Jeanne." And then giggling, she added; "Have fun with your vibrator."

"Oh I will, right now I'm so excited that I might even squirt."

"I hope you do, it's fun." Mel was still giggling.

"Good night everyone. Michael I love you."

"I love you too Jeanne."

Jeanne ended the call.

GH,
That was like being there ... and I wish I was. Thanks.

GH Thank you for a couple of great segments. It felt like I was hiding behind the couch listening in on their conversation.

Better and better!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

I need the next installation! I'm calling-in sick at work, so I won't miss it when it drops! *grin*

Great writing... looking forward to the rest. Thanks for the effort that I ~know~ this must entail...