Awakening

Hello GH,

Please don't allow the negative people change you. You, have a wonderful talent that needs to continue and grow. My concern GH is you focused and gave a specific example of the "bad" what about the the other 80% plus that craves more and thanks you all the time ? Let that be your inspiration and to be crude fuck the minority that may say otherwise. Thank you once again for your time and wonderful stories. We all will continue to wait patiently for your next segment, when your ready.

Thank you,
CH

All of you thank you for your kind comments. Don't worry I will continue the story. Occasionally writing can become frustrating. I'm taking a day off to read. I'll start writing again tomorrow.

GH

GH,
I got back from almost a week away late last night and I haven't read your latest updates here. I'm sure I will enjoy them though. It's worth waiting to savour them.

As to the Lit trolls, it is difficult to censor on a site which itself is outside the mainstream of publishing and which others would censor if they could. They display their low self esteem and intellect with every word. They are not without harm though and maybe the site should be able to filter out feedback from those who flame its authors. After all, without its authors, the site would be nothing, so the site should offer some protection for its prime function.

When thinking about the trolls, try not to imagine them as you would normal people. One trick I always use is to imagine them standing in front of you. Then strip them naked. Add a growth to their nose, seal their lips, shrink them a little, shrink their penis a lot (probably not necessary), now reduce them to black and white. Watch them explode as their inner rage comes out of their ears. Laugh. Move on.

I think you let them in because you are tired again. Posting on Lit is time consuming even though the story is written. Your new story here is already long and will be longer still before it ends. Allow it its own time to mature. If it doesn't speak to you, go for a good walk ruined. Or read. Hug the steering committee. Do that anyway. Enjoy life again.

Besides saying bugger the bastards who attack GH; it would be a nice gesture if we all go over to literotica and five-star Jackie and Artie.

I come to CP for the the stories. GH's writing is novel quality and should be encouraged.

And we should still bugger the bastards.
bd-owned

My wife will tell you that when I get tired I turn into a cantankerous mister of a bitch. For that I apologize to her and to all of you.

As I said earlier the last two posts were difficult for me to write. Even now when I look at my last post I'm still not happy with it. Sometimes I just can't get the words right. Of course what I should have done is put the story aside for a few days and play golf and read. Since I am a cantankerous mister of a bitch I didn't do that.

Occasionally people ask me why I continue to post my stories here. They're curious about why I don't just write them and post them at Literotica. The answer is quite simple. The proprietor of this site calls it a cuckold community and I believe that's an appropriate description. I post here because I enjoy posting here. I enjoy the people here. As long as I keep writing stories I will continue to post them here first.

Thank you

Yesterday I promised that I would write today. I did and I enjoyed it. I will write again tonight.

Here is the segment that I just finished.

GH

The next morning I was up at 6:00. I was anxious to see if Ruth and Jeanne had responded to my email. Ruth and Jeanne were in the central time zone. I was in the Pacific zone. At home it was 8:00 AM. Ruth would just be getting to work.

Yesterday I sent my email at 4:00 Pacific time. By then Ruth had probably already gone home. This morning she would most likely tend to the firm's business before she'd read my email. She was a good employee. Jeanne was also dedicated to the law firm that employed her. She would certainly take care of her employer's business before she took the time to address her permisteral concerns.

Realizing that it was unlikely that I would hear from Ruth before noon I took a shower, dressed and went out for breakfast. After breakfast I took a stroll through Lincoln Park.

By the time I got back to my motel room it was 12:30. I turned on my computer. There was an email from Ruth. Barely able to contain my excitement I opened it.


Michael

Jeanne called me few minutes ago. She just read your email. You made her very happy.

Michael she wants to talk to you. I think you should let her. This is a complicated situation. It's too complicated for just emails, especially emails that I'm passing along to each of you. I know that right now you're trying to maintain some distance from Jeanne and I think I understand why. If you talk to Jeanne this one time I believe that she'll respect your desire to be left alone and not badger you with additional telephone calls.

She's waiting to hear from me. If you refuse to talk to her she'll send me an email and I'll forward it to you. I hope you don't make her do that. I think you've both reached a point where you need to talk directly to each other.

Please let me know what you want to do.

Ruth


I sat back and considered Ruth's suggestion. I had to agree with her. Jeanne and I had reached a point where we needed to talk. Still, I was concerned. For my plan to work Jeanne and I had to maintain some distance. I missed her and I was quite certain that she missed me. It would be easy to slip into a routine of talking to each other every night.

And then it came to me. It was really quite simple. I typed an email to Ruth.


Ruth

You're right, Jeanne and I do need to talk. I've thought of a way we can do it and still preserve the distance I feel we need at this time. She can call my motel room phone.

When you talk to Jeanne suggest that she wait until she gets home to make the call. I suspect it will turn out to be a long call. She'll want to be comfortable and in a place where she won't be disturbed.

If Jeanne has plans after work today tell her that we can always talk tomorrow or any evening when she's free. If that does turn out to be the case, let me know so I won't be waiting for her call.

Please remind her that it doesn't matter how late she calls. It's two hours earlier here.

Once again thank you for acting as our intermediary.

Michael


I then added the name of the motel where I was staying, my room number and the motel's telephone number.

After I sending the email I glanced at my wrist watch. It was just after 1:00. Needing to ******* time, I went for another walk. It was 2:00 when I returned to my motel room. I immediately checked my email. There was a reply from Ruth. I anxiously opened it.


Michael

Thank you, when I read your email to Jeanne she actually screamed with delight. I hope she didn't disturb her bosses. Those attorneys she works for pay her very well, but they're an uptight bunch.

Jeanne will call you as soon as she gets home today. She thought it would be around 6:00. That would make it 4:00 on the west coast.

Michael, I believe you're doing the right thing. Try to listen to Jeanne and understand. I urged her to do the same thing.

Ruth


Now nervous with anticipation I stood up and began pacing around my motel room. It was going to happen. I was going to get to talk to Jeanne.

I had two hours to *******. The wait was going to be unbearable. I'd already taken two walks, I couldn't do another one and I knew that a walk wouldn't be an adequate distraction. Reading and watching television wouldn't work either. I tried playing solitaire on my computer. I immediately lost interest in the game.

Finally, out of desperation I watched a Julia Ann movie on my computer. As I watched the movie I imagined that it was Jeanne and her latest date. While it did help pass the time it had an added benefit. I wanted Jeanne to know that I was trying hard to learn to accept and even enjoy her new lifestyle. Having a little sexual edge would help with that.

The movie featured Julia Ann and a man in his mid to late twenties playing on the couch in a living room. As I watched Julia Ann suck her costars cock I imagined sitting in our den watching a baseball game while Jeanne was in the living room with her date sucking his cock. I had to admit that the image excited me.

At five minutes to four I turned off the movie. I didn't want to be distracted while I talked with Jeanne. After shutting my computer down I sat next to the telephone and waited.

Four o'clock arrived. In the central time zone it was six o'clock. The telephone didn't ring. I continued to wait. The time dragged by.

Fifteen minutes later Jeanne still hadn't called. I assumed that she'd been delayed by traffic. I waited some more.

At 6:30 I stood up and started pacing the room. I kept telling myself that Jeanne had most likely been delayed by traffic or her job. Occasionally at the end of a workday one of the attorneys would need to have several documents prepared. When that happened Jeanne had to stay until everything was finished. Still the icy fingers of doubt and fear started to insinuate their way into my thoughts. Was it possible that Jeanne's latest date had called at the last minute and invited her to stop for an after work cocktail?

As I was considering the likelihood of that occurrence the telephone rang. It was 6:40. My fears and doubts vanished. Grinning, I answered the telephone.

"Hello."

"Michael?"

"Jeanne?"

"Yes, it's me."

"It's me too."

Jeanne giggled. "I guess we've figured out that it's us."

I laughed. "Yeah, we'll be stars at the old peoples home."

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne said, "I hope we'll be there together."

"I do too Jeanne."

"Do you Michael? Even after all the stupid things I did?"

"Yes Jeanne, I do. I'm glad you called."

"Thank you for allowing me to call. I'm sorry I'm late. Carl Boyer needed a contract typed. It had to be done today."

"I thought that was probably what happened. Don't worry, I understand."

"Thank you."

Would you like to talk?"

"Yes, very much."

GH, no apologies needed.

We all need to vent at one time or the other. Thanks you continuing the story. Looking forward to the conversation which will put you back into the "zone" so to speak. I and I'm sure my fellow fans will agree, did not see anything wrong with those last segments. Don't beat yourself up over them. They are fine.

Go hit some white balls a "country mile" and enjoy yourself.

Please know that we more than appreciate you and all of your effort.

xox,

Donna
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

GH, I've just found this story and wanted to say that it is excellent. I have a deep admiration for people like you, peak, timmy, and others who post their stories here, knowing full well that some one will criticize it. Without your efforts there would be little to look forward to on this site.

I think this is one of your best works. Please don't get too discouraged by the luddites and trolls out there. Keep up the great storytelling!

GH,

I haven't written a new story in some time, for essentially the same reamisters as you stated in your earlier post. I also find dialog to be the easiest form of communicating the complexities of a relationship of this type and have received my share of criticism when I attempted to deviate from that method of writing. I am glad you have pressed on and continued to share your creativity, time, and talent. I hope your strength and deserved praise from the masses will continue to overcome the negativity of the minority. Thx again.

GH
This is much more complicated than your other stories. I am so sorry others vilify you and your female protagonists on a PERSONAL level. I look for love and respect in all things. I have been the abject slave of a dominant female BEFORE Ronald Regan was pres, and to my horror I had to discover dominance suits me even better than presentation. Having said that, I adore my wife, and while I don't think I could ever come to terms with her and another man, her and another woman would be OK if I felt the OW was respectful and friendly to me. I think I can empathize with this man even though the Mexican in me would make me divorce my wife if she did this. That is a tribute to how well you write, and how well you illuminate the facets of a woman who relaxs around, and the spouse and men (?) who are with her. Kudos and hugs to you brother!

All of you, thank you for your kind comments and support. My responses to your notes are going to be brief. Not because I don't appreciate them, but because I've been doing a lot of writing over the past several days and I have a lot to proof read and post. I have four long segments. I'll try to post them all today, but I have time issues so I might have to post some tomorrow.

I also have to prepare two more chapters of "Jackie and Artie" for Literotica.

Thank you again

GH

The there was a brief pause and then Jeanne said. "Michael, I'm so sorry about the way I handled all of this. I really was stupid."

"Jeanne during the course of our marriage we've both made mistakes."

"That's true, but you’ve never made a mistake of the magnitude of the one I made."

"While I'll concede that, it's been done and there's nothing we can do about it. I'm choosing to forget that it happened and try to move on."

"Are you coming home?"

"No Jeanne, I'm not."

"Why not? In your email it sounded like you were actually encouraging me to continue dating. You said that it was okay for me to entertain men in our house. You offered to give me money to turn Tricia's room into a play room."

"Yes that was exactly what I said and I am trying to accept what you're doing. I'm even trying to get to a point where I enjoy what you're doing, but I'm not there yet. I need more time."

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

"Jeanne, I'm going to ask you to do something for me."

"Yes, of course; anything, anything at all."

"If we're eventually going to be able to work this out we have to be totally honest with each other. Can you do that?'

"Yes of course I can."

"You can't hold anything back."

"Michael, where are you going with this?" Suddenly there was a tone of wariness in Jeanne's voice.

"Promise me Jeanne."

"Why Michael? What are you going to ask me?"

"Anything and everything."

"Why? I thought you forgave me."

"I did. Now I'm trying to figure out a way for both of us to be happy."

"We can be happy Michael. I'll stop dating. I've gotten it out of my system. I don't need to do it anymore. As soon as you come home I'll show you how much I love you."

"It's not that easy Jeanne. When you started this you opened a box. Whether it's a Pandora’s box filled with pain and recrimination or a gift box filled with joy and excitement remains to be seen. What I do know is now that you've opened the box we have to confront it."

"No Michael, it will be just like it used to be only better. I've learned to love sex. I promise I'll make you the happiest man in the world."

"I wish it was that easy, I really do; but it's not. Now it's a matter of trust. Every time you're late coming home from work, every time you go out with the girls, every time I have to go out of town for business I'll worry that you're meeting a man for sex."

"No Michael, you can trust me."

"Can I? Haven't you reveled in the freedom you've had during the past three months? You've dated a number of men and enjoyed them all. Won't that be hard to give up?"

"Michael, I..."

"No Jeanne, you don't have to tell me the answers. These questions are for you. Think about it, can I really trust you? That Saturday I caught you with Derek Fischer in our bed you told me that you weren't planning to have sex with him. You made the mistake of letting him kiss you and you melted."

Jeanne sighed.

I pressed. "Can you honestly promise me that it won't occur again? It might happen like this. You'll go out with the other secretaries in your building for a take after work. You enjoy doing that. One of your old dates will be in the bar. It will be an accident. Neither of you knew the other one would be there. You liked him. You'll talk. You'll have an extra take. You'll dance a couple of dances. After you're finished dancing you won't return to the table of secretaries, you'll go to a table of your own. After all he was a friend. You'll want to talk."

Jeanne didn't attempt to refute what I was saying, she just listened.

"He'll lead you to a secluded booth in a dark corner of the bar. When you sit down you'll sit on the same side of the booth. You'll cuddle up to him. You'll feel guilty, but he's a big man. His arms are so comfortable. You'll talk. You'll flirt. It will feel good to flirt again. He'll kiss you. You'll kiss him back. While you're kissing him he'll cup your breast. You'll know that you should stop him, but you won't want to stop him. Instead you'll let your hand brush across his erect cock."

"Please Micheal, don't."

"Jeanne I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm trying to explain." I paused. After a moment I asked; "Can you promise me that a situation like that will never occur?"

Jeanne whispered, "You know I can't"

"So every time you go out without me I'll have to worry."

"Michael what are we going to do? I love you. I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you too Jeanne."

"But you can't trust me."

"Trust is only an issue if I'm asking you to do things you can't do."

"I don't understand."

"Maybe we can find a way for us to be together that allows you to continue dating other men."

"Michael you're confusing me. In your email you suggested that you were maybe willing to accept my dating, but then you started talking about trust...Michael I'm so sorry I started all of this."

"I'm not."

"Michael, be serious."

"I mean it, I'm not sorry this happened. In fact I think it had to happen. You were ready for it to happen. You needed it to happen. Yes, I do wish you had included me in the process that led you to this, but you didn't and now that's history."

"I really am sorry about that."

"Don't worry, I understand. It was something that happened gradually for you."

"It was. It started when the girls began telling me about they're dates when they were in college."

"They were sexually active."

"Very."

"And you envied them."

"Not at first. At first I was shocked. I tried to talk to them, but my attempts to talk quickly degenerated into lectures. I spouted the same puritanical nonsense that had been drilled into me when I was a young girl. The lectures quickly turned into arguments. Gradually the arguments turned into debates and I started to lose the debates. Eventually we just talked and then the girls started to teach me."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"The girls asked me not to."

"Why? I'm their man."

"That's exactly why. It's difficult for girls to talk about sex with their man."

"If you'd told me we might have been able to go through this together. We might not be where we are now. It's not good for a husband and wife to keep secrets from each other.

"I know."

"It's okay." I paused for a moment and then I said; "We keep getting sucked into talking about the past. We can't change the past. All we can do is try to influence what happens in the future."

"I need you to forgive me."

"You're already forgiven."

"You've forgiven me for being stupid, but you haven't forgiven me for being a prude."

"I don't understand."

"Michael for twenty-seven years I was a cold fish in bed. The few times I gave you a blow job I did it so grudgingly that it couldn't have been very much fun. I didn't enjoy sex. It had nothing to do with you. I've learned that you've always been a wonderful, caring lover. I was just too inhibited to enjoy what you were trying to do."

Jeanne paused. After a moment she said, "And now I'm eagerly doing things for men I barely know that I refused to do for you. You're the man I love. Michael I feel awful about that. And now you're gone so I can't even try to make it up to you."

"It's okay, I think I understand."

"You do?"

"Yes, a woman gave me a pretty good explanation about why that happens."

"A woman? Do I know her?"

"No I met her in a bar the night before that ill fated Saturday."

"You met her in a bar? Did you relax with..." Jeanne stopped herself in mid sentence. "Listen to me. Isn't that the height of hypocrisy."

"It's okay, we're both getting used to a new life style and no I didn't relax with her. Her name is Jennifer Rawlins. Would you like to hear what she told me?"

"Yes please."

I told Jeanne the details of my conversation with Jennifer Rawlins.

When I was finished Jeanne said, "That's a pretty good explanation. It clarifies something for me."

"What's that?"

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won't get mad."

"We have to be totally honest with each other Jeanne. That means that we also have to try to hear the truth without getting angry. I'll do my best."

"Okay, when I went out with Derek I was still too ashamed to reveal my new sexual desires to you, but with him it was easy. Until now I haven't been able to understand why. I didn't even really like Derek. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

"You're telling me that he was a convenient practice partner."

"That's exactly what he was."

"It's hard to free ourselves from the cultural restraints that were ingrained in us while we were growing up, isn't it."

"Yes Michael, it really is."

"Right now I'm struggling with that same demon."

"You are? How?"

"In our culture real men don't share their wives with other men."

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said; "I'm sorry Michael. I never really thought about how this was affecting you. I assumed that your only problem was overcoming petty jealousy. There's a much bigger issue, isn't there."

"Yes Jeanne, there is."

"In it's own way it's every bit as inhibiting as the prudish restraints that are pounded into women as they grow up. How are you doing with it?"

"It's a struggle, but I'm working at it. I'm making some progress. We're having this conversation."

"Yes we are. You are making progress. I've always known that you're a very special man, but I'm just beginning to realize how special you really are."

There was more silence. Both of us realized that because this was a battle I was currently fighting, conversation about it would be tense and potentially volatile.

Artfully changing the subject Jeanne said; "Tell me more about the cocktail lounge where you met this Rawlins woman."

"Jeanne are you jealous?"

"Michael, I just..." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "Yes, I suppose I am."

"As you mentioned earlier, that's a little hypocritical of you, isn't it."

"Yes Michael it is, but there's a difference for men and women."

"Go on."

"There aren't many men who would view me as marriage material."

"Why?"

"I'm too old for most younger men."

"What about all that MILF stuff?"

"Michael MILF means ladys I'd like to fuck, not ladys I'd like to marry."

"Okay, what about older men?"

"Older men, especially older men with money are looking for younger women."

"Trophy wives."

"That's right."

"I don't believe all older men are looking for trophy wives. There have to be some older men who are just looking for a good mate."

"There are; but those men aren't interested in me, at least not as a wife."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a slut."

"That's a harsh label."

"Thank you, but I don't agree. In fact I kind of like it. Define slut."

Understanding where Jeanne was going, I laughed and said; "It's a woman who freely enjoys sex with a variety of partners."

"Michael I'm sorry if this upsets you, but at this point in my life that's exactly what I want to be."

"That's the first time you've actually admitted that to me."

There was a moment of silence and then Jeanne said, "That may be the first time I've actually admitted it to myself. I've been trying to convince myself that this is just a brief adventure, but I know it's not. I'm sorry Michael, but I enjoy being a slut."

"I'm glad you finally admitted it. Now we have to figure out a way for both of us to live with that reality. That's the heart of our problem."

"Yes it is."

"Michael, I'm so sorry. I wish..."

"Jeanne you don't need to apologize. It's your life. You get to decide what you want to do with it. I love you. If this is what you want then I'm going to encourage you to do it. When we're old I don't want you to feel like you missed something."

"But what about you Michael? This affects you too."

"Yes it does and I'll eventually have to make decisions about my own life. I do know that I would prefer to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether or not I can find a way to do that remains to be seen. Please believe me when I tell you that I intend to try very hard.

"Thank you Michael; please believe me, I want that every bit as much as you do."

"Okay, back to the question we were discussing. You're a slut, why does that make you less appealing as a wife?" As soon as I said it I understood.

Jeanne said, "Because..."

I said, "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt you; but I think I just got it."

"You've always been a bright man. Tell me what you're thinking."

"They're confronted by the same problem that's vexing me."

"That's right, they know I won't be faithful to them. They don't want to take on the baggage of a philandering wife."

I started laughing.

Jeanne asked, "What's so funny?"

"You just shattered one of my two greatest fears."

"Explain."

"I was afraid that you might fall in love with one of your boyfriends and decide to marry him."

"But now you understand just how unlikely that is."

"Yes."

"Michael I can't imagine ever developing an emotional attachment to another man that's stronger than the one I have with you, but if it ever does happen please understand that it could only be a temporary infatuation."

"It would still hurt."

"You do understand that it's much more likely to occur with you."

"You're talking about women throwing themselves at me."

"Women who are looking for a husband. You are fabulous husband material."

"I'm married."

"You are, but I'm not making any effort to hide my new life style."

"You're telling me that people are going to talk."

"I'm sorry Michael, I really am; but they already are."

"Yes, I'm sure the neighbors see the men coming to our house."

"Baby, I'm sorry. This is the life I want to lead and..."

"No it's okay. This is why I have to stay away. This is part of my journey. I either have to learn to live with your new life style or I have to..."

"Michael, that's why women are going to be throwing themselves at you. They'll see you as vulnerable."

"Jeanne if we do end up separating I promise you that I'll never marry another woman."

"When I make that same promise to you, you don't believe me. Why should I believe you?"

"And this is why I have to be gone for an entire year. We need time to reestablish just how important we are to each other."

"But during that time you could fall in love with another woman, divorce me and marry her."

"And while I'm gone you could decide that I'm an unnecessary burden that keeps you from fully enjoying life as a free loving libertine."

"No Michael, I need you. You'll never be a burden to me."

"And I'll never fall in love with another woman."

"Michael what are we going to do?"

"We're going to start working on building our new relationship."

"How are we going to do that? You're gone."

"You have to start living the life you really want to live. If you want to be a slut then you need to be a slut. You can't hold back."

"Won't that make things worse?"

"No it won't. It's the only way this can work. Jeanne I've thought about it. The only thing wrong with what you're doing is that it ***s the accepted moral conventions of our culture. You've decided that those moral conventions aren't valid. Any compromises you make in the life you want to lead are compromises to beliefs that you've rejected. I fear that those compromises could eventually cause you to feel dissatisfied. Even worse, if you view me as the cause of those compromises it might eventually lead you to feel resentment and even anger towards me. Jeanne, I believe that it's absolutely essential that you fully embrace your new life style."

"Michael, I don't want to hurt you?"

"You'll only hurt me if you stop loving me."

"I'll never do that."

"My job is to find a way to be confident of that. That means that I have to do what you did. I have to overcome the beliefs about sex and love that were instilled in me while I was growing up."

"Can you do that?"

"I'm going to try. It will help if you spend some time reassuring me that you still love me."

"How can I do that? You're gone. I don't get to see you. I don't get to talk to you. I don't even get to send you direct emails."

"We'll change that. I'll buy second cell phone. That will also allow you to contact me if there's an emergency. I'll get a second email address too. It will be for just you and me."

"Thank you, not being able to talk to you has been so difficult."

"Jeanne, we're still going to have to limit our communication."

"Why?"

"We've been together for a long time. We take each other for granted. You need to experience life without me and I need to experience life without you. We have to find out if we really do need each other."

"But I do need you. I can't bear the thought of living without you."

"Jeanne there are now going to be a number of other men in your life. I fear that you may eventually discover that you don't need me as much as you thought you did."

"No Michael, I always need you."

"The only way we can be certain of that is if you experience life without me. Jeanne when I come home I want to be confident that there will always be a place for me in your life."

"Michael there will always be a place for you in my life."

"How can you be sure of that Jeanne?"

Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said; "Okay you're telling me that you want me to live like I was a single woman."

"Yes, that would be one way to look at it."

"I guess I can do that."

"There's more."

"Okay, tell me."

"When you find a man you enjoy I want you to try dating him on regular basis.”

"Michael are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No Jeanne, I'm not. What I'm trying to do is use the time we're apart to address some of the problems that are likely to occur after I return. I suspect that eventually you will find men that you enjoy both sexually and socially and you're going to want to see them regularly. That's going to be hard for me. I'm going to need some opportunities to get used to it."

Jeanne sighed. "You're right, I've already met a guy I like. He's called me a couple of times. I haven't returned his phone calls. Out of concern for your feelings I've been trying to limit my dates to one night stands."

"Remember what I said earlier. If this is going to work you're going to have to fully embrace your life as a slut. You also told me that if you do fall for a guy it will only be a temporary infatuation and you assured me that the men you date aren't looking for a wife. If this is going to work I have to feel confident that all of that is true."

"Okay, I'll call him."

"What's his name?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"If this is going to work we need total honesty. You can't hold anything back. We can't keep secrets from each other."

"I understand what you're saying, but won't this make it harder for you?"

"Maybe at first, but once I get used to it I think it will make it easier."

"All right, his name is Trent Peters. I met him at The Goldenrod Supper Club. I occasionally go there with some of the other secretaries in the building."

"I remember."

"He was there having a take with a friend. I noticed him right away. He's very handsome." Jeanne paused for a moment and then she said, "I'm sorry Michael, I shouldn't have said that."

"No Jeanne, I'm glad you told me that. I have to get used to the idea that you're dating good looking men."

"I caught him looking at me several times. I started smiling at him. I decided that I wanted to meet him. I told the other women what was happening. They know you're gone and they know that while you're gone I'm dating other men. I haven't explained why you're gone and they've been discreet enough not to ask. I'm certain that they assume that we're having marital problems and for the time being I'm content to let them believe that."

"That makes sense to me."

"The women agreed that he was cute and encouraged me to go for it. I think they're all a little envious of me."

"I'm sure they are."

"I left to go to the ladies room. When I returned I looked directly at him. When he noticed me looking at him I gave him a wink. He smiled and winked back, so I sat down at an empty table and gave him a little head nod. It was an invitation to join me. He said something to his friend and then he picked up his take, walked over to my table and introduced himself. I invited him to sit down and we started flirting."

"You enjoy flirting, don't you."

"Yes, I really do."

"Did you tell him you were married?"

"I didn't have to, he already knew. I always wear my wedding ring, even when I go out looking for men. The men I'm seeking won't be discouraged by a wedding ring. In fact if I'm sending the right signals it will encourage them."

"That makes sense."

"He did ask me about the ring. I confirmed that I was married but added that I occasionally enjoyed a little fun on the side. He told me that he was married too and also occasionally enjoyed a little extra fun."

Concerned about how I was doing, Jeanne paused and asked, "Michael are you all right?"

I reassured her. "I'm just fine Jeanne."

"Do you want to hear more?"

"Yes, this is exactly what I need to hear."

"Are you mad?"

"No not at all."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine. If I start to get upset I'll warn you before it gets out of hand."

"Okay."

"He told you that he was married."

"Yes."

"What happened next?"

"I told him that you were out of town. He told me that his wife was at her book club meeting and wouldn't be home until at least 10:30. It was only 6:00 so I asked him if he'd like to come over to our house for a take."

"Of course he accepted."

"He did. I wrote our address and my cell phone number on a napkin and told him that he should park in the garage. He followed me home. When I pulled into my side of the garage he pulled into your side and I closed the garage door behind us."

"Why didn't you just have him park in the street? You said that you weren't trying to hide your new lifestyle."

"I was trying to be considerate of you. That night Derek picked me up at the house I was indiscreet. I embarrassed you. I don't want to do that again."

"But you say that you're not trying to hide your new life style. Isn't that a contradiction?"

"I guess so. Michael this is all very confusing. I enjoy being a slut and I get a little thrill out of flaunting it in front of people, but I also don't want to embarrass you."

"Go ahead and flaunt it. Now that I've had a chance to think about all of this I'm not all that concerned about the opinion of our neighbors. Actually I have to admit that having a slut wife is kind of exciting."

"Really?"

"Yeah really."

"Then get ready for a little excitement because your wife loves being a slut."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you."

"Yes I am."

"That's why I have to stay away for awhile. I want you to immerse yourself in this new life."

"I wish you were here. I'd like to share the excitement with you."

"Jeanne I'm not yet ready for that. I think I can handle hearing about your adventures, but actually witnessing them would still be difficult for me."

"I understand."

More tonight or tomorrow morning

Hey GH, I find that discussion between the ***d/cheated spouse and his slutwife is a very different one than the ones in most of the other good stories on here. I may see a bit of sophistry and error in some of what they said in their attempts to agree to accept her choices, but I am glad to see a whole exchange of reamistered and restrained and considerate exchanges. They both made a lot of good points.

Well done, and a credit to those of you who are strong enough and loving enough to try to and eventually accept such behavior in a wife. I am pretty sure I could never do that for any woman, even if I wanted to. You have expanded my perspective on love and romance, and I am grateful for that. Kudos and thanks.

Thank you Goodhusband! I like the way of the story...

GH,
Truly exceptional. Thank you

oldbearswitch, Mikesan and Peak

Thanks for the comments

GH

"I would like to hear more about your evening with Trent Peters."

"Are you sure? It might be painful for you. You do understand why he came to the house."

"Yes Jeanne, I understand why he came to the house."

"Of course you do. I'm sorry Michael. I'm still a little nervous about talking to you about this."

"And that's exactly why we have to talk about it. If I'm going to be part of your new life we have to be able to talk about it. You have to be able to tell me about your dates and I have to be able to hear about them without getting upset. Eventually I hope that I'll be able to enjoy hearing about them. Jeanne you're excited about your new life. I want to be able to share that excitement with you."

"I want that too Michael."

"If that's going to happen you have to start telling me about your dates, every detail."

"I understand and I'll do that, but first I need to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"I've learned that I enjoy talking dirty. Would you be offended if I use some coarse language?"

I laughed. "No, in fact I think it would be fun. It might also help dispel that image of a proper wife and lady that you worked so hard to maintain for all those years."

Jeanne giggled. "I think that image is about to be shattered."

"I'm ready."

"Okay, here goes. When we got into the house I made two martinis. While I was doing that Trent was all over me. He was kissing my neck, fondling my breasts with one hand and rubbing my ass with the other."

"You loved it, didn't you."

"I did." Jeanne paused and then she asked. "Is that okay."

"Yes, it's okay. In fact it wouldn't be a very good story if you weren't enjoying it."

"You're right, it's just that...I don't know, this all feels so strange."

"And that's why we have to do it. We have to try to reach a point where it doesn't feel strange."

"Okay."

"Please continue, Trent was kissing your neck, fondling your tits and rubbing your ass."

"Yes he was, but I have to admit that while hearing you say that so casually is exciting, it's also a little unnerving."

"Now don't try to put me on that pedestal that you're you're working so hard to escape."

"Micheal honey, we've shared that pedestal for twenty-seven years."

"Maybe in your mind. In my mind I’ve been a dirty little pervert for the whole time."

Jeanne laughed, but then she paused. After a moment she said; "Michael, I'm sorry I was such a prude."

"It's okay, now back to Trent. You're making martinis and he's rubbing your ass."

Giggling, Jeanne said; "That's right. As soon as I finished the martinis we moved into the living room and sat on the couch. We clinked our glasses, took a sip of our cocktails and set them on the coffee table. I smiled at Trent. He kissed me. Our martinis were immediately forgotten. We started making out. In a matter of minutes we were both naked and I was on my knees between Trent's legs sucking his cock."

Suddenly realizing how excited she sounded, Jeanne stopped. There was a long uncomfortable silence. Finally she said, "Michael I'm so sorry that I've never done that with you."

There was more silence. Jeanne waited. I didn't respond. Her intuition had been correct. I was hurt.

"Michael please say something."

"Jeanne, I don't know what to say. Do you want me to tell you how happy I am to hear your description of how you so eagerly sucked this guys cock?"

"I'm sorry Michael. I didn't intend to get so excited."

"But you did get excited. It was clear to me that you were more excited about this guy's cock than you've ever been about mine."

"Michael that's not true. I love your cock. I've always loved your cock."

"Really? That's interesting. When was the last time you kneeled between my legs while I was sitting on a couch and gave me a blowjob. Oh I remember, never!"

"Michael please understand."

"Oh that's right, that was before your awakening. Jeanne at this moment it seems to me that just about every man on the North American continent but me is benefiting from your awakening."

"Michael you've been gone."

"I was there when Derek Fischer was getting the benefit. Hell I had the pleasure of watching you give it to him."

"Michael please, you weren't supposed to come home for several hours."

"You're right, that was my mistake. In the future I'll remember to make an appointment when I want to see my wife."

"Michael, I fucked up. I fucked up royally. I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say."

"Neither do I, so I guess there isn't any reamister to continue this conversation. Good bye Jeanne, it was nice to talk to you."

I hung up the telephone.

A minute later it started ringing. I ignored it. Eventually it stopped.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on my door. I opened it. It was John the motel manager. "Mr. Nolan, a woman claiming to be your wife is trying to reach you. You're not answering your telephone. Is there a problem?"

"John right now I'd prefer not to talk to my wife. Can we leave it at that?"

"Yes sir, of course we can."

John started to leave. I stopped him. "Just a minute." I peeled two twenty dollar bills from my money clip. As I handed them to him I said; "Unless I tell you otherwise, I'd prefer to be left alone for the remainder of my stay here."

John took the money and said; "Of course sir, if anyone calls I'll tell them that your unavailable and I'll invite them to leave a message. Will that be adequate?"

"Yes, that will be just fine."

A soon as John was gone I sat done in the room's big easy chair. Closing my eyes I sighed. I knew that I'd just fucked up royally and I didn't know what to do about it.

Wow!

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WOW is right. Some truly beautiful segments. Thank you for some truly great story telling.

gh.

I agree. a very nice touch for Jeanne to come and find him. that at least reassures him that she wants him back. two thumbs up big guy.....I am also voting on Literotica for you.

sallyann

GH, thanks. I have not taken the time to just sit and read for far too long, and tonight I finally did. I have a ways to go (which is great to look forward to!), but I'm maybe a third of the way into what you've written of "Awakening" so far, and it has been superb! I'm hooked, I have to read again, more and often, for which I thank you. It is a simple pleasure, but one I've let slip away under the pressures of the everyday grind. You've drawn me back to one of my favorite things.

That said, this story is so damn real! Parts of it are a serious punch in the gut to a guy who's no spring chicken, and who can relate to the pitfalls of aging even as your characters are experiencing them. Brilliant though, brilliantly put in prose that is a joy to read and absorb and with the type of humanity and beauty possible only from a guy that knows - and understands. Again, thanks - and thanks to peak for his part in inspiring this great story!

I saw in the most recent comments that you've had issues with the nasty, mindless, small little trolls at Lit. I sympathize, and it is one of several reamisters I quit posting there and stuck to this site - which, as you mentioned, is a community of friends and, for some reamister, kinder, gentler souls. Clearly I'm not as brave (or as much of a masochist) as you! I loved this though, in one of your comments about the evil nasties:

"My spelling and grammar are better than his, but you get the gist.
That email bothered me, not because of the threat. He really has to be a rather pathetic permister, but because of the incredible anger that has to be inside this permister."

That says it all; the artfully crafted subtle put-down, the sympathy and worry for those poor, misguided schmucks, and, of course, the utter dismissal of his ridiculous, youngish taunts by a truly talented wordsmith. Well done!

You're right though; those other guys, the ones that tell you how to write the stories - sometimes at great length and in great detail - are the worst. I have never minded a simple, small suggestion, or even an "I sure wish you'd..." type of thing, but some folks really get wrapped up - and angry - if the story doesn't go where they want it to. They should shut up and try it themselves, if they think they're so damn smart!

I can't recall who said this - some famous Hollywood type, probably, but it is appropriate: "Those that can, do; those that can't, become critics."

When you hear next from the critics, cowards, and weasels (and you will) remember that your fan base is huge and adoring. We love ya, big guy!

At last !!!

I though that the stupid old broad (yes, I do not really like her would never do anything for Michael !!
Right that story and Adam's ourney are my favorite, really they are great, I guess for the same reamisters : incredibly great writers s*******s, and loveable conficted heroes.
Something puzzled me, when Jeanne says : ""We can be happy Michael. I'll stop dating. I've gotten it out of my system. I don't need to do it anymore. As soon as you come home I'll show you how much I love you."
Michael reaction is purely logical but in a paradoxal way, talking about not being able to trust her as if her going with other is an issue, at the same time he want her to continue. Well those cuckolding relations are intellectually challenging !! I began to like reading about them, but I am damn happy to have a 'normal' one, it is less tiring !!!

Thank again for all your work, I do believe that this one is much harder than the other ones you wrote, where husbands are submissive cuckold, obviously Michael is not, at least for now, I am not sure if it would be good if he became one, it would detract from the whole. Just my opinion, whatever you write will be fine for me
By the way, there is something I find strange : he is good looking, he likes sex, you do not describe him with a 'small' package, and he is rich, even Jeanne is a bit afraid of other women going after him. so why does he never get laid ? He could even paid for that ! he could decide to pay for a really classy call-girl (like Mandy from courtesan).
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Well, as always I loved reading your work !

so many twist and turn it is sitting on the edge of your seat story please carry on

GH many many thanks for yet another outstanding chapter in what is a most elequently crafted emotional rollercoaster ride. I wish I had even half your talent.

Re the critics and trolls, I think stormydog has summed things up perfectly. So please don't let the bar stewards get you down. For every petty narrow minded critic I'm sure there are hundreds of us who love your work but are not quite as adept and forthcoming at expressing our opinions. Thank you again for yet another fabulous story, I hope you enjoy writing them even half as much as we enjoy Reading them.

All I can say is: Epic
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

All I can say is: Epic
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut