Cowboy Steak and Beans

This is the sequel to "The Devil Wears High Heels". We hope you enjoy it. It is already written, but as we read it we both agreed that it needs some editing and revision. It was hurriedly written and posted on another web site last winter.

Because of this, the story will be presented in our usual serial fashion.

GH and L

Note: Janderville, Texas is a fictitious place. To the best of our knowledge it does not exist.

It was the second Sunday in November. Sarah and I had just landed at the San Antonio airport. We were going to the tiny town of Janderville, Texas. Janderville was the home of my Great Aunt Maude.

When she was 18, Maude married a Texas cattle rancher named Ben Palmer. She spent her life helping her husband run their ranch.

When I was growing up, my great aunt was a frequent guest in our house. Everyone loved Maude. She was a fascinating woman. My lady went to visit her at least once a year. Because of school, I was never allowed to go with on these trips. This was going to be my first visit to Janderville. Unfortunately, it wasn't a pleasure trip.

Last week my cousin Diane called to tell me that Maude was dying in a Janderville nursing home. That night I explained the situation to Sarah. The next day she had her secretary make all the necessary travel arrangements. Sarah was adamant, we were going to Texas.

We were lucky, the timing was good. Monday was Veterans Day. The University was on a short break and Sarah had a day with a clear court calendar. This allowed us to fly to Texas on Sunday morning and fly home the next day.

Two hours after landing in San Antonio, we were speeding down a two lane highway in west central Texas. We had just passed through the Texas hill country. The scenery was beautiful. Sarah was at the wheel of our rented Cadillac. She always did the driving when we traveled together. You might say that applied to all aspects of our marriage. Sarah was always in the driver seat.

My wife liked to drive fast. I watched as she pulled up behind two slower cars and floored the accelerator. The powerful Cadillac engine roared to life. Sarah took a deep breath as she casually swung the car into the oncoming traffic lane and passed the two cars like they were standing still. Power was an aphrodisiac to to my wife. When she pulled back into our lane I looked over at the speedometer. We were traveling at well over ninety miles per hour.

It was seven months since we reunited. If you read our previous story, you know about our divorce. Sarah and I got remarried in mid June. That crisis forged a solid bond between us. Since we got back together, our marriage has been a model of indestructible love.

Don't get me wrong. I am still a submissive cuckold slave. Sarah continues to go dancing every Thursday night with her friends Cassie and Monica. On these evenings my wife occasionally meets a guy she likes. When she does, she feels free to bring him home. After introducing him to me, they generally go directly to her bedroom and spent the rest of the night fucking.

Sarah has had two steady boyfriends since we remarried. Those guys had to go through an interesting selection process. My wife invites them to dinner. I am, of course present. I act as Sarah's servant and attend to all of their needs for the entire evening. This ritual serves two purposes. We immediately establish whether or not the guy will accept my presence and my role as part of their relationship. This is obviously crucial, but it's not the most important factor to my wife. She insists on getting my opinion about any guy before she starts seeing him on a regular basis. If I don't approve of her new man, he's out on his ear.

Sarah's newest boyfriend drove us to the airport this morning. His name is Derek Snyder. Mr. Snyder is generally fair and kind, but he treats me with just enough calculated disdain to keep me in my place. Even though Derek is 27 and I'm 40, Sarah requires me to address him as Mr. Snyder.

Because our flight left at 7:00 this morning, Mr. Snyder stayed at our house last night. I served them a very nice dinner of poached salmon and rice pilaf. After dinner Derek and Sarah sat on the living room couch and brazenly kissed and fondled each other while I cleaned the kitchen and dining room. My wife actually gave her boyfriend a blow job while I timidly watched from the dining room. When they got bored with tormenting me they retired to Sarah's bedroom. Judging from the noise my wife made, they spent most of the rest of the night fucking.

When I was done cleaning the house I retired to my own bedroom. I was excited. I would have loved to masturbate, but of course I couldn't. There was a man in the house. I was wearing my chastity cage. This was one of Sarah's strictest rules. When she has a male visitor I am not allowed to "run around with a free swinging dick". She always laughs and tells me that she wouldn't want me to get the idea that I was the equal of one of her stud lovers.

The next morning we were up very early. I served a nice breakfast to Derek and Sarah. After they were done eating, my wife gave her boyfriend a goodbye blow job while I put our bags in my beige minivan.

We had to take my car to the airport. Derek and Sarah both drive sports cars. My minivan is the only vehicle big enough to hold all three of us and our luggage.

The minivan was a birthday present from Sarah. When she gave it to me there was a note on the dash board.

"Dear Louis,

This is the perfect car for the perfect housewife.

Your loving husband,

Sarah"

Sarah loves to tease me about our marital roles. She takes great pleasure in pointing out that she is the dominant partner so according to tradition, she must be the husband and I am the submissive partner, so I must be the wife. I'm not sure the women's right movement would appreciate Sarah's joke, but she finds it very funny.

Just before we left the house, I took Sarah aside. "Ms. Raymond, may I ask a favor?'

She nodded to me. "Certainly Louis."

"I'm still wearing my chastity cage. Could you please remove it before we leave for the airport?"

Sarah considered my request. After a moment she shook her head. "I'm sorry Louis, you know the rules. Derek is still with us, it just wouldn't be right." She patted my head. "I promise that I'll take it off as soon as we get to the motel in Janderville."

I sighed and bit my lower lip.

When she noticed my dejected expression, my wife shook her head. Her voice took on a very firm tone. "Louis this really is for the best. There are going to be lots of men at the airport. If you're wearing your cage, I think it will be much easier for you to remember your place." Her voice softened and she patted my cheek. "Now it's time for us to leave, go get in the back seat of the minivan."

As we sped down the highway to Janderville, I looked over at my wife. She is a stunning beauty. Sarah Raymond is a 5' 8" blond with a luscious figure that draws the attention of every man she encounters. My wife knows she's attractive and she enjoys flaunting her beauty.

And she is very s*******ed at doing it. At this moment she was wearing a very expensive tan corduroy sport jacket with a pair of faded skin tight western jeans. The jeans did a wonderful job of showcasing her gorgeous rear. This was an attractive outfit, but Sarah's blouse turned it in to a masterpiece. The blouse was an embroidered white lace shirt that buttoned up the front. When she got dressed this morning, my wife left the top three buttons open.

Sarah goes bra less whenever she has the opportunity. This isn't because she doesn't need a brassiere, believe me she does. My wife goes bra less because she loves the effect it has on the men she encounters. Today's outfit was no exception. My wife's ample breasts poured out of her open top.

It was just after 2:00 pm when we entered the city limits of Janderville. City might be a misleading term. Janderville was actually a relaxy little cowboy town. The highway went through the center of Janderville and served as the main street. There was a two block stretch with a feed store, a grocery store, a hardware store, a gas station, a cafe and a bar.

The high school was at one end of the town. The only motel was at the other end of town four blocks down Main Street. As we drove passed the high school I noticed there was a football field complete with bleachers and lights. This was rural Texas. Football was king here.

Sarah pulled the Cadillac into the parking lot of the Slumber Rest Motel.

We went inside. Sarah took care of the check in details.

When she was done she smiled at the desk clerk. "where we can get a nice dinner this evening?"

The attractive middle aged woman handed us our keys. "Your best be is the King's Court Supper Club. It's in Sandermister. That's about eighteen miles down the road."

"Isn't there some place closer?'

"Sure, Molly's Cafe on Main Street."

"How's the food at Molly's?"

"Just fine as long as you want cowboy steak and beans."

"Can we get a cocktail there?"

The desk clerk shook her head. "No Ma'am, but you can get one across the street at Benny's Saloon."

Sarah nodded. "Thank you."

When we turned to leave the desk clerk stopped us. "By the way, if you want to watch the football game tonight you're going to have to go to Benny's."

Sarah stared at her. "Why is that?"

She shrugged. "Our Satellite dish is broken. Benny's is the only place in town that will have the game on television." She smiled at us. "If you want a good seat, I'd get there early. It's the Cowboy's against the Giants. This is Sunday Night Football. You're in Cowboy country. People here have been talking about this game all week long.

As we stepped out the door, Sarah waved. "Thanks, we'll remember that."

The nursing home was at the other end of town. We drove the four blocks, parked the Cadillac went inside.

Aunt Maude was just barely conscious. When I told her who we were she smiled. That was the full extent of our communication that afternoon. I think she remembered who I was, but I couldn't really be sure. We spent a couple hours holding Maude's hand. When we saw the staff bringing supper trays to the rooms we realized it was dinner time and decided to leave.

As soon as we got into the car, Sarah picked up my hand and held it. "Are you okay baby?"

I smiled. "Thanks, I'm fine." I shrugged. "Getting old is hard."

Sarah squeezed my hand. "I'm glad we have each other. It will make getting old much easier for me."

I sighed. "I'm glad we got back together."

She nodded. "So am I."

Sarah put the car into gear and backed out into Main Street. "Let's go get a nice dinner." She looked at me. "An eighteen mile drive doesn't seem all that far to me."

"I agree, we can be at the supper club in fifteen minutes."

Sarah put the Cadillac in gear and took off. We had just barely gone two blocks when she slammed on the breaks.

A middle aged cowboy was crossing the street. It was dusk, but there was still enough light to see that he was a very handsome man. He hadn't bothered to look before he stepped off the curb. It was easy to understand why. At six o'clock on Sunday evening the Main Street of Janderville looked like an empty parking lot.

When he heard our car stopping the cowboy turned and stared at us. After a moment, he casually tipped his hat and continued across the street."

Sarah gasped when she saw his full head of dark hair and his chiseled jaw. He looked like a movie cowboy. My wife stared at this matinee idol as he sauntered the rest of the way across the street, stepped onto the side walk and disappeared into Molly's Cafe.

Sarah immediately pulled the car into a parking place and turned to me. "Louis, if you don't mind I've suddenly developed an appetite for cowboy steak and beans."

I laughed. "I guess the night life in Janderville just got a whole lot more attractive."

Sarah grinned at me. "It most certainly did."

We went into Molly's Cafe and found a table. The cowboy was seated three tables away from us. Sarah took the chair that was facing him. I knew why. During dinner my wife fully intended to brazenly flirt with this strange man.

The waitress hurried over to our table and set menus in front of us. She was an attractive woman in her early forties. She flashed us an engaging smile. "Hi I'm Mandy, welcome to Molly's Cafe. Y'all are new around here aren't you?"

Sarah smiled at her. "Yes we are Mandy. What do you recommend for dinner?"

"I had the meatloaf tonight. It was pretty good.'

"Mandy could you get us two cups of coffee while we look at the menu?"

"I sure will."

Mandy left to get our coffee. We looked at the menus. The choices were very limited. The special was meatloaf. We could also choose fried chicken or a twelve ounce sirloin steak with a side of pinto beans. I assumed that this was the cowboy steak and beans.

Sarah set her menu down. "I'm going to have the sirloin steak. You'll be having the meatloaf."

I took a deep breath. "So it's going to be like that?" When Sarah and I were in a restaurant and she was feeling dominant she always ordered for me.

She nodded. "You'd better believe it pussy boy."

"I kind of had my heart set on the steak."

She shook her head. "Sorry wimp boy. I'm the only one whose eating steak tonight. You're having the meatloaf."

I chuckled. "I think we might be in for an interesting evening."

Sarah grinned. "I certainly hope so."

Mandy returned with the coffee pot.

While she was pouring a cup for each of us Sarah set her menu down. "Mandy I'll have the sirloin steak done medium rare. My husband will be having the meet loaf."

Mandy turned and stared at me. In Janderville, Mandy was used to seeing the husband order for his wife. She was mildly shocked.

I shrugged. "She's the boss."

Mandy giggled. "Oh my, you two are certainly an interesting couple."

Sarah winked at her. "Mandy you have no idea how interesting we are. What you're seeing is just the tip of the iceberg."

Mandy stared at Sarah. After a moment she turned and looked at me. I had my head obediently bowed.

Mandy's face suddenly turned a deep shade of red. She covered her mouth with her hand in shock and said, "Oh dear!" She stoled another quick glance at both of us and then she grabbed our menus and scurried off to the kitchen."

As soon as she was gone Sarah looked at me. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did pussy boy?"

I nodded. "You're turning this into a very exciting meal."

The service at Molly's was excellent. Our food arrived quickly. We didn't talk much during dinner. My wife's attention was focused elsewhere. That was okay, we spent the entire day traveling together. We were actually talked out.

I spent the meal observing Sarah. I never get tired of watching her while she's trying to get a man's attention. My wife is the mistress of seduction.

When the cowboy finished his dinner he amred over to the cash register, paid his check and picked up a toothpick. He turned around, put the toothpick in his mouth and strolled over to our table. He put his hand on the back of my wife's chair and leaned over. "Honey you look good enough to eat."

Sarah pointed at me and winked. "That's his job. I'm sure that you and I could find a much more interesting way to enjoy each other."

The cowboy chewed on his toothpick. After a moment he nodded. "I do believe we could."

He looked at me. "Is that your husband?"

Sarah nodded. "He is, but you really don't have to worry about him. He's not going to do anything to interfere with our fun."

The cowboy smirked. "Is that true buddy? Will it be okay with you if I decide to hook up with your wife tonight?"

I stared at the floor. Everyone in the restaurant was watching us. I was completely humiliated.

Sarah leaned forward. "Louis, the man asked you a question. You need to answer him."

I very timidly managed to croak out a few words. "Sarah gets to do whatever she wants."

The cowboy chuckled and turned to my wife. "Well Sarah, I'm going to go across the street to Benny's Saloon. Since your husband seems to be such an accommodating gentleman, why don't you join me over there after you finish your dinner. I'll buy you a take."

Sarah nodded to him. "I think I'd like that, but why don't we make Louis buy both of us a take?"

The cowboy roared. "Now that would be a right neighborly thing for him to do." He leaned over and kissed Sarah's cheek. "Sweetheart I'll be waiting for you at Benny's.

He turned and walked out the door.

As soon as he was gone Mandy came over to our table. "I see the two of you just met Bobby Jeffermister." She sighed. "He's so handsome. He's the local stud. The town gossips say that he's the real man of over half the students at Janderville Senior High."

After paying the check and leaving Mandy a generous tip, Sarah turned to me. "Come on pussy boy, it's time for us to check out Benny's saloon.

Every eye in Mollie's cafe was fixed on us as I obediently followed my wife out the door.

Benny's was crowded. The oder of stale beer and cigarette smoke hung in the air. In one corner of the saloon an old fashioned juke box was playing country western music

Bobby Jeffermister was leaning against the far wall. He had a long neck bottle of beer in his hand. A cigarette was dangling from his lips. He was talking to two other men. They were both dressed like cowboys.

When he spotted Sarah he nodded.

She nodded back and quickly led me to a table in front of the big screen television.

My wife smiled at me as we sat down. "Louis this should be a good place for you to watch the game."

As soon as we were seated Bobby Jeffermister strolled over. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and squashed it out with the tip of his boot. After downing the last of his beer in on swallow; he placed the bottle on the table behind him, pulled a chair up next to Sarah and sat down.

Bobby possessively put his arm around my wife and grinned at me. "Buddy, your wife told me you were going to buy us a couple of beers. I take Budweiser." He turned to Sarah. "Honey what are you takeing?"

She smiled at him. "Budweiser will be just fine."

This surprised me. Sarah rarely drank beer.

Bobby turned back to me. "The bar maid's name is Trisha. They don't wait on you at Benny's, so hop to it buddy."

Sarah looked at me. "Louis, you heard the man; get us our beer."

I got up. As I walked across the room I shook my head. Bobby Jeffermister was not a man who was afraid to take charge.

The bar maid looked up at me when I got to the bar. She had an endearing smile "Hi honey, welcome to Benny's. My name's Patricia but everyone calls me Trisha. What'll you have?"

"Trisha, I'd like three bottles of Budweiser and three glasses."

Trisha laughed. "Sweetie, I'll get your three beers, but at Benny's you either take from the bottle or you don't take at all."

She opened three long neck Bud's. After she set them on the bar she leaned over to me. "Honey is that your wife over there with Bobby Jeffermister?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"A word to the wise, if you let him sit there like that with his arm around her; I guarantee you he's going to be in your wife's panties before this night is over."

My voice got very quiet. "My wife is a very independent woman. I have very little control over her behavior."

Trisha stared at me. "Are you telling me that you aren't going to do anything to stop Bobby Jeffermister?"

I sighed and slowly nodded my head.

Trisha took my hand. "Honey what's your name?"

"Louis."

"Well Louis I sure do hope that your wife is using some pretty good birth control. If she isn't, Bobby Jeffermister's going to make you a daddy tonight."

Trisha patted the back of my hand. "Louis the advice is free. Three bottles of beer is six dollars."

I gave Trisha a ten dollar bill.

She picked it up. "I'll get your change."

I put my hand up. "We're good, thanks for the advice."

Trisha put my change in the tip jar and looked at me. "Louis, later on tonight I suspect you're going to be alone for awhile. When that happens, you come over and sit at the bar with me okay?"

I picked up the three bottles of beer. "I'd like that Trisha."

As I walked away from the bar the man who was sitting next to me started to snicker.

Trisha glared at him. "Shut up Zack."

When I got back to our table Sarah was sitting on Bobby's lap. She had her arm around his neck. They were openly flirting with each other. I looked around, it seemed like everyone in the saloon was staring at us.

Bobby turned to me as I set the beer on the table. "Thanks buddy, that's real generous of you to buy a couple of beers for me and my woman." He started snickering and kissed Sarah on the lips."

She kissed him back. While she was kissing Bobby she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. Sarah was making sure I was paying attention. Torturing me was every bit as important to her as the thrill she was getting from kissing Bobby Jeffermister.

I turned and looked up at the television. Fortunately the football game was starting. I desperately needed something to take my attention away from what was happening across the table.

I tried hard to focus my attention on the game, but it was difficult. My wife was right across the table from me sitting on another man's lap laughing and giggling like a teenager on her first date.

Lisa,
I read this before, I think GH even sent me a preview of part of it. It is another quality story from a very quality writer. Could you please pass on my very best wishes to him. We all want him back in one piece. I'm so glad he has you to support him in his time of need. He's a special guy.

Sitting in that bar across from Bobby and Sarah was the most humiliating experience of my life. There were at least fifty people in Benny's saloon and everyone of them knew exactly what was happening.

Bobby was popular. From time to time a cowboy would stop by our table to say hello. Bobby would greet him and introduce Sarah as his new girlfriend. I was of course, ignored.

Finally after about a half hour Bobby whispered into Sarah's ear. She smiled and said, "I'd love too."

They stood up. Sarah turned to me. "Louis, Bobby and I are going to the back room to shoot some pool."

I nodded. "All right."

Bobby Jeffermister took my wife's hand and led her away. As they disappeared into the backroom I looked around. At every table people were snickering or whispering to each other. I was the laughing stock of the saloon.

I remembered Trisha's invitation. Deciding I needed a little comfort, I returned to the bar.

My new friend was waiting for me with an open bottle of Bud. As I sat down she placed the beer in front of me. "It looks to me like you can use this."

I took a deep breath. "I sure can."

Trisha leaned over the bar and patted my cheek. "Honey, why do you put up with that."

I spent the next twenty minutes telling Trisha about my marriage to Sarah.

When I was done she stared at me. "You're telling me that it gets you off when your wife plays with other men."

"Yes."

She shrugged. "Well it certainly doesn't hurt anyone, so I guess it's okay." She laughed. "Louis honey if you ever break up with your wife again, come look me up. I'd love to have you for a husband."

I smiled at her. "I'll keep that in mind Trisha."

Occasionally two people meet and immediately realize that they are destined to to become friends. That was true of Trisha the bar maid and me. We both knew that our friendship was going to be very short lived so we made the most of our time together. When Trisha wasn't busy waiting on customers, she and I chatted and watched the football game.

At halftime I looked at my watch and took a deep breath. "I guess I'd better go see what's happening in the backroom."

Trisha nodded. "You're right, it's about time. If I know Bobby, pretty soon he'll be wanting to get your wife to some place a little more private."

When I turned to leave, Trisha stopped me. "Louis, you're a nice man, you deserve better."

I shook my head. "No Trisha, I'm very happy."

She laughed. "Well if you ever change your mind, remember I'll be waiting for you right here in Benny's saloon."

I leaned over the bar and kissed her cheek. "Trisha, I'll never forget that."

I turned and slowly walked to the back room of Benny's Saloon. As I made this journey I realized that I loved Sarah and I knew that Sarah loved me. Our relationship excited both of us. I loved the torment and pain that she put me through and she loved causing that pain and torment. Still it was nice to know that the warm love provided by a woman like Trisha was available to me if I ever wanted it.

I stepped into Bennie's back room and immediately stopped.

Sarah was bent over the pool table trying to make a shot. Bobby was behind her leaning on her back. He was in a position that would ordinarily suggest he was trying to teach her how to line up her shot.

A quick glance was all I needed to realize that wasn't the situation at all. My wife's blouse was completely unbuttoned. Bobby's hands were on her exposed breasts. He was rolling Sarah's nipples between his fingers.

Sarah was giggling. "You can't stop me from making this shot."

She was trying to sink the four ball in the corner pocket. She hit the shot, the four ball hit the rail next to the pocket and rolled back onto the table.

Bobby let go of my wife's breasts, slipped his hand between her legs and goosed her.

Sarah shrieked and jumped.

Bobby laughed. "Now it's my turn."

Sarah handed him the pool stick. "This is war buddy. You haven't got a chance."

"Oh yeah! Just watch me."

"Bobby, I have absolutely no intention of just watching."

As Bobby bent over the pool table Sarah put her left arm around his waist and pulled down the zipper of his jeans with her right hand.

When Sarah pulled Bobby's enormous erection out of his pants he yelled, "Hey that's not fair."

Sarah laughed. "Oh yeah, I thought this was full contact pool. You said it yourself buddy boy, there are no rules."

My wife dropped to her knees and put Bobby's cock in her mouth.

As soon as she started sucking him, the cowboy shook his head and dropped the pool stick on the table. "I think I just lost interest in this game."

Sarah took his cock out of her mouth for a moment. "I was hoping you'd come to that decision."

Sarah's lover jumped up and sat on the edge of the pool table. My wife put his cock back in her mouth and continued her blow job.

Bobby was just about to close his eyes when he noticed me standing in the doorway. "Hey Sarah, your husband just joined us."

Sarah stood up and turned so she was facing me.

It was immediately obvious that Bobby and my wife had been spending most of their time in the back room making out. Sarah's hair was a mess, her lipstick was smeared, her blouse was unbuttoned and her large breasts were shamelessly exposed.

She gave me a smug look. "I was wondering when you'd get here. What took you so long pussy boy?"
Bobby Jeffermister laughed. "Nice name."

Sarah turned to her lover. "Oh I have lots of names for my wimp husband, pick a favorite."

Sarah started laughing. "They come in categories. Let's start with the dicks. We have tiny dick, limp dick, needle dick and of course dickless. The next category would be the boys. That includes pussyboy. sissyboy. wimpboy and slaveboy. You get the idea."

My wife stared at me. Her face was flushed, She was obviously very aroused. When Sarah gets excited and I'm around; her sadistic streak frequently takes over. At this moment it was hard to tell which she was enjoying more, having sex with her cowboy or tormenting me.

My masochistic streak was now wide awake and I was also having a pretty good time, so I played my role to the hilt. I obediently bowed my head and stood in silence while my wife and her lover verbally used me.

Bobby laughed. "I kind of like Pussyboy."

Sarah smirked at me. "Well Louis, it looks like you have a new name for the rest of the night."

"Yes Mistress Sarah."

When Bobby heard me say that he whistled. "Damn, I’ve heard about this kind of cuckolds brownie, but I never thought I'd actually see it."

Sarah put her arm around her cowboys waist. "Honey you are seeing it. Pussyboy over there is my slave. I can make him do anything I want."

She turned and kissed Bobby. "Enough about him. Why don't the three of us go back to our motel. He can wait on us while we enjoy each other in a little more private environment."

Sarah fastened the middle button of her blouse. Her breasts were now just barely concealed. At the same time Bobby put his penis back in his jeans and closed his zipper. His erection created an obscene lump along the inside of his left thigh.

"Come on Bobby, we can wait in the car." Sarah grabbed her lover's hand and led him out of the back room.

As they passed me she said, "Pussyboy stop at the bar and buy a six pack of beer. My lover may get thirsty while he's fucking me."

I obediently followed Bobby and my wife back into the main room of Benny's Saloon.

As soon as Bobby walked back into the bar he possessively put his arm around my wife's shoulder and grinned at everyone in the saloon. He was putting on a little show.

Several of his cowboy buddies clapped and yelled, "Way to go Bobby."

Bobby waved to his friends as he led my wife out the front door

My face was beet red as I slunk to the bar.

Trisha was waiting for me. "Louis, you certainly are a sucker for punishment."

I gave her a sly smile.

She laughed. "You're enjoying every minute of this aren't you sweetheart?"

I slowly nodded.

Trisha shook her head. "Honey you might be one of the most interesting men I’ve ever met. I’m very envious of your wife."

I leaned over the bar. "Trisha I need a six pack of Budweiser to go."

Trisha found a bag and put six long neck bottles of beer into it. "If I know Bobby, he'll take this whole six pack by himself."

I shrugged. "If I know my wife, I won't be allowed to have any of it." I pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to Trisha.

She smiled at me. "I'll get your change."

I shook my head. "No, were good."

"That's an awfully big tip."

"Trisha, you're a nice permister. You deserve it."

She leaned over the bar and kissed my cheek. "Louis, have a good time at the motel."

"Thanks Trisha, I have a feeling that it's going to be very exciting evening."

I left the saloon and walked across the street to our Cadillac. I could see Bobby's head in the backseat, but I couldn't see Sarah anywhere.

I wasn't fooled. I knew precisely where my wife was and I knew exactly what she was doing. Sarah loved sucking big cocks and I was certain she was taking full advantage of this opportunity.

My suspicions were confirmed when I got to the car and looked in the back seat. Sarah's head was leaning against Bobby's flat stomach. She had his cock in her mouth.

When she realized I was standing next to the car, Sarah sat up. She took the keys from her purse and tossed them into the front seat. "You're driving slaveboy. My stud cowboy and I are going to be busy in the backseat."

They were both laughing as I got into the car and started the engine.

As I backed the car into Janderville's Main Street, Sarah's head disappeared again. I looked in the rear view mirror. Bobby Jeffermister had a very happy expression on his face. My wife gave an excellent blow job.

When I got to the motel I parked in front of our room. The Slumber Rest was an old fashioned motel. Each room had it's own exterior door and a parking place in front of it.

We were in room 22. As soon as I parked I looked in the back seat. My wife's blouse was lying on the seat next to her. She was naked from the waist up. Bobby's jeans were open. His big cock was out. It was sticking straight up.

Sarah looked at me. "Pussyboy, go open the door so we can run into the room without having to get dressed."

I got out of the car and unlocked the door to the room. As soon as it was open, the back door of the Cadillac flew open and Sarah and Bobby popped out of the back seat. They were both giggling. My wife was still naked from the waist up. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down as she tried to get into the room. Bobby was hanging on to her waist. He was having trouble running because his jeans were down around his knees. His erection was pressed into the small of my wife's back as they wrestled their way into the motel room.

As soon as they got inside I looked around the parking lot. I was relieved to see that it was empty. There was no one around. Our little exhibition had fortunately gone unnoticed.

I retrieved the beer and Sarah's blouse from the car and went into the motel room.

Bobby was sitting on the edge of the bed. Sarah was on her knees sucking his cock.

When the motel room door was closed Bobby grinned at me. "Hey Pussyboy, get me one of them beers. I need something to quench my thirst while your wife sucks my dick."

I opened one of the bottles of beer and brought it to Bobby.

He took a big swallow, set the bottle on the night stand next to the bed and lifted up his right leg. "Thanks for the beer Pussyboy, now pull my boot off."

I stood still. I was shocked. As Sarah’s slave, I've been powerd to submit to a multitude of indignities, but somehow having to pull a man's boots off while my wife sucked his cock was a offense that I'd never even imagined.

I didn't move. Suddenly I heard Sarah's voice. "Pussyboy do as your told. Pull my studs boots off."

I looked at my wife. She was holding her lover's cock in her hand as she glared at me.

"You don't want me to pull your panties down, take you across my knee and give you a spanking in front of Mr. Jeffermister do you?"

"I shook my head. "No Mistress Sarah, please don't do that."

"Then do as your told!"

"Yes Mistress."

Both Sarah and Bobby watched as I got down on my knees and obediently pulled Mr. Jeffermister's boots off.

When his boots were off Bobby grinned at me. "Very good Pussyboy. Now take your wife's jeans and panties off."

Sarah lay back on the bed. I unsnapped her jeans, pulled them off and set them on the chair next to the bed. Sarah was now only wearing a pair of thong panties."

Bobby stared at me. "Take her panties off Pussyboy."

I nodded "Yes sir."

Both Sarah and Mr. Jeffermister smirked when they heard me address him as sir.

As soon as I pulled Sarah's panties off; Bobby lay back and smiled at Sarah. "Honey you can take my jeans off."

I heard my wife take a deep breath. She liked being dominated by a strong man. She particularly enjoyed it when I was present.

As she stood up, Sarah giggled and said, "Yes Sir."

She pulled Bobby's jeans and boxer shorts off.

As soon as he was naked he pulled Sarah down on the bed. "It's time for us to get down to some serious fucking."

Sarah cooed as her macho cowboy rolled her onto her back, pinned her to the bed and climbed on top of her.

As Bobby was pressing the tip of his large erection against the lips of my wife’s sopping cunt she looked at me. "Pussyboy I want you to kneel at the foot of the bed and watch. Mr. Jeffermister is going to show you how a real man makes love to a woman."

I got down on my knees at the foot of the bed. I was mesmerized by what was happening in front of me. I've seen Sarah give several blow jobs to other men, but this was the first time I was ever allowed to watch while a man was fucking her.

Sarah's eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip as Bobby slowly pushed his huge cock into her cunt. I couldn't be sure if she was reacting to pain or pleasure.

When he had his cock all the way inside my wife, Bobby stopped and remained perfectly still. He was obviously letting Sarah get used to the feeling of having his huge penis inside her. This macho cowboy actually appeared to be a gentle caring lover.

After a moment Sarah seemed to relax. She sighed and opened her eyes. I was kneeling to one side of the end of the bed. I wanted to be able to watch my wife's face while Bobby fucked her. When she saw me she smiled and gave me a wink. I think she was trying to let me know that she was all right.

When Bobby noticed that Sarah was ready, he started to slowly push his cock in and out of her cunt. He was making long slow strokes. Sarah synchronized her breathing with his movement. As Bobby pushed his cock into her, my wife took a breath. When he pulled it back out she exhaled. They soon fell into a nice steady rhythm.

I was overwhelmed with envy as I watched Bobby fuck my wife. I could only imagine the incredible pleasure he was feeling as he pushed his cock in and out of Sarah's cunt.

Bobby started to quicken his pace. As he fucked Sarah, each of his thrusts became increasingly powerful. My wife bucked her hips in an effort to meet each of these vigorous strokes.

It wasn’t long before it looked like they were attacking each other with the blind fury of two savages fighting for their lives.

Sarah dug her fingers into Bobby's back and started to cry. I immediately recognized the cry. It's a sound I've become quite familiar with over the past several months. I hear it several times a night when my wife is entertaining a man in her bedroom.

I also knew that this cry was merely a prelude to the uncontrolled scream that was coming.

Sarah arched her back and started to shake. Suddenly she screamed. As I watched, it was very clear that this scream was an expression of excruciating pleasure.

This was the first time I ever witnessed Sarah having an orgasm from intercourse. She was much more vocal during this climax than she was when she came while I was licking her cunt.

When I was giving my wife head, I always backed away when she had an orgasm. Bobby didn't do that. He just ignored Sarah's cries and kept fucking her. He was obviously much more concerned about his own pleasure than my wife's. I guess this made sense. After all, Bobby was a total stranger.

Gradually Sarah's orgasm started to subside, but Bobby continued pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. Suddenly he made a series of quick short thrusts followed by one long slow stroke that penetrated deep into my wife's womb.

Sarah seemed to sense what was happening. She wrapped her legs around Bobby's thighs and held him inside her.

Bobby stopped moving. As I watched him I realized that he was ejaculating.

I stared at Bobby. I was fascinated by what was happening. I saw the muscles in his body start to relax. Apparently he was done cumming. Gradually he collapsed onto my wife’s chest. Sarah's legs were still wrapped around his thighs. She was still holding his cock inside her.

Bobby rolled off of Sarah. He was a strong man. He easily broke her leg hold.

Sarah gave a soft cry of disappointment when she felt her lover's softening cock pop out of her cunt.

Bobby lay still. After a moment he looked at me. "Hey Pussyboy, get me another beer."

[b][/b]Dear Good Husband:
I'm very sorry about your heart trouble, because you are a good heart.
I enjoy your stories very much, and have fallen in love with all your wife characters, especially in "The Devil Wears High Heels".
All of your stories are loving and believe it or not, "wholesome"in many ways. I just wanted to tell you that you have given me something to look forward to, your next story!!
All the best GH.

Tamlyonne, thank you

That is the nicest compliment you could ever give my husband. He is a hopeless romantic.

We both believe that real cuckolding and domination can only exist in a loving relationship. Without love cuckolding is just infidelity and domination is use.

L

I got a beer for Mr. Jeffermister. As I handed it to him he sat up and grinned at me. "Pussyboy, fluff up these pillows and put them behind my back."

I looked at Sarah. She gave me a subtle nod. Her message was clear, do as I was told or else.

I obediently fluffed up the pillows and placed them behind Bobby's back.

He took a big swallow of his beer and smirked at me. "Thanks Pussyboy, that feels real good."

Sarah spread he legs. A trickle of Bobby's semen was dripping from her cunt. A small pool of cum had already formed on the bed sheet immediately below her pussy.

She smiled at me. "Pussyboy, Mr. Jeffermister left a mess between my legs. You need to come over here and clean it up."

I stared at Sarah. I've licked her lover's semen out of her cunt on numerous occasions, but it was always after they went home.

She did kiss me and pass Dave's cum into my mouth while he watched, but this was after she gave him a blow job. For some reamister it seemed to me that licking a man's semen out of my wife’s cunt while he watched was a much more demeaning act.

Sarah recognized my reticence immediately and raised her eyebrows. "Louis, you are being remarkably difficult this evening. If you continue this willful attitude I am going to have to spank you."

I bowed my head and bit my lower lip.

Mr. Jeffermister chuckled. "Pussyboy, you'd better do as you're told or you'll get a spanking."

My face was beet red as I tentatively moved to a position between Sarah’s legs and pressed my tongue into her cunt.

The cowboy’s semen was still warm. I was of course used to the taste and consistency so it really didn't bother me. It was the fact that he was watching that made me balk.

As I started lapping up Bobby's cum I heard him whistle. "Shit, I do believe that I can now go to my grave having seen everything." He laughed. "Sarah, he's really doing it. He's licking up my cum."

When Sarah answered him, there was a measure of pride in her voice. "My little slaveboy is in fact very well behaved. He will do absolutely anything I tell him to do."

It might sound silly, but I also felt proud when I heard Sarah say that. I relaxed and focused my attention on my work. I decided that it was actually kind of exciting that Mr. Jeffermister was watching me do this. It also felt nice to have my face pressed into Sarah's sweet pussy.

My wife gently tapped the top of my head. "Saveboy don't forget to lick up the pool of cum on the sheet between my legs."

I did as I was told and quickly went to work. It wasn't long before the pool of semen was just a damp spot on the bed.

When I was done I looked up at Sarah. I was waiting for her praise.

She looked down at me and smiled. She knew what I wanted.
My wife patted my head like I was a small dog. "Good boy, you did that with a gentle tongue. It felt very nice. Now go back to your spot on the floor."

I sat up beaming with pride. When I turned to get off of the bed, I saw my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My face glistened with Bobby Jeffermister's cum.

Sarah waited until I got back to my spot. When she saw that I was properly positioned on my knees, she turned to her cowboy and gently picked up his flaccid penis. "Let's see if we can't find a way to put a little life back in your weapon."

Bobby leaned back on his pillows, took a sip of his beer and grinned. "Go for it Sarah."

My wife leaned over and started licking his limp penis. It wasn't long before it started to grow. As soon as Sarah realized it was getting hard again, she put Bobby's cock in her mouth and sucked it until he had another full erection.

When he was hard Bobby set his beer on the nightstand, rolled over and pushed Sarah down on the bed. It was clear that this cowboy liked being on top.

As he mounted my wife Bobby looked back at me. "Pussyboy I'm going to take another try at making you a daddy tonight."

He laughed and turned his attention back to Sarah. This time his cock slipped right into her pussy. My wife was already stretched out from their previous fuck and even though I tried my best to lick her clean, there was still quite a bit of Bobby's cum left inside Sarah's cunt.

There was no gentle beginning to this second round of fucking. Both Sarah and Bobby picked up right where they left off at the end of their last fuck. As soon as he was inside my wife, Bobby started pumping his cock in and out of her cunt.

Sarah dug her fingernails into his back and cried, "Come on cowboy, give it to me. This time I want it rough."

Bobby laughed and started hammering his cock into her cunt.

Sarah wrapped her legs around the back of Bobby's thighs and started crying with pleasure as she bucked her hips in an effort to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

They kept this up for over twenty minutes. My wife had two orgasms while Bobby fucked her. The cowboy never tired. He was like a machine. He just kept pounding his huge cock in and out of Sarah's cunt.

Just when I was beginning to wonder if Bobby was ever going to cum he thrust his cock deep into my wife's vagina and held it there.

Realizing what was happening, Sarah screamed at her lover. "Yes that's right cum inside me; give me your baby."

As she screamed Sarah tightened her leg hold around Bobby's waist and held him inside her. It seemed as if she was trying to make sure that none of his fertile semen could escape from her womb.

Bobby laughed and yelled, "Pussyboy, I'm making you into a daddy right now."

He held his cock deep inside my wife until he was done ejaculating. As soon as he lost his erection he rolled off of Sarah and lay down on his back. He was spent.
Bobby lay perfectly still. After a moment he grinned at me. "Pussyboy I need another one of them beers and I need it pronto."

I jumped up and opened a beer.

When I handed it to him he sat up, took a long swallow and flashed me a huge grin. "Thanks buddy."

He turned and put his feet on the floor. "Buddy do you think you could toss me my jeans and my boots."

I gathered up Bobby's clothes and put them on the bed next to him. As soon as he was dressed he leaned over and gave my wife a long passionate kiss.

As they broke apart Sarah smiled at Bobby. "Thank you, I really enjoyed that."

He laughed. "So did I."

Bobby stood up and turned to me. "Hey Louis, no offense about anything tonight. We were all just having fun right?"

I nodded. "That's right, no offense was taken."

He patted me on the back. "Louis, you're a good guy. I'm not quite sure why you let me fuck your wife, but I'm real glad you did." He shook his head. "She's one very hot woman."

Bobby walked to the door. "If it's okay with the two of you, I'm going to head back to Benny's. I might still be able to catch the tail end of the football game."

I smiled. "You go right ahead Bobby. It was nice to meet you."

He smiled back as he opened the door. "If the two of you are ever back in Janderville, be sure to look me up. You'll most likely find me sitting in Benny's having a beer."

I nodded. "We'll remember that."

Bobby gave me a short wave and walked out the door.

As soon as it was closed Sarah started laughing. "Louis, I want you to remember what he just said. I am one very hot woman."

I laughed. "My dear, there has never been any doubt in my mind."

Sarah spread her legs and wiggled her finger at me. "Pussyboy my cowboy may be gone, but your not done working yet."

I looked at my wife. There was a cascade of semen running from the base of her pussy.

She giggled at me. "I think it's time for you to get your clothes off."

I undressed quickly. When I pulled my panties off Sarah looked at my chastity cage.

"Oh poor boy, the big cowboy got to have lots of fun while your little dickie was locked up in it's cage all by itself."

Sarah grabbed my arm and pulled me to the bed. "Come here cuckboy. You deserve a treat." She started laughing. "I have another serving of Texas cream pie just for you."

For the second time that evening I slipped between Sarah's legs and started lapping another man's cum from her cunt.

When I was done I looked up at my wife. I knew that my face was smeared with Bobby Franklin's semen.

Sarah patted my head. "That was very good, but I think now that my lover has left, we need to do a more thorough cleaning. Lie down on your back Pussyboy."

I quickly followed directions and lay down on the bed. I knew what Sarah was planning. She climbed onto my face, placed her cunt directly over my mouth and sat down. Once she was on top of me a steady stream of semen dribred into my mouth. I lapped it up as rapidly as I could. When I was done, Sarah leaned forward so her clit was in my mouth.

When my wife is really excited, she loves having her clit sucked and I revel in doing it for her.

Sarah gasped when she felt me seal my lips around her engorged love bud. "Louis you do that so well. You were born to give a woman head."

Her praise made me beam with pride. I sucked Sarah's clit. At the same time, I gently massaged it with my tongue. I knew my wife loved this combination.

My wife was already aroused. It only took a few moments to bring her to her fourth orgasm of the evening. When the waves of pleasure finally subsided Sarah rolled off of my face and lay back on the bed. There was a serene expression on her face. At this moment, my wife was a well satisfied woman.

Sarah stared at the ceiling. "Louis I feel so good right now." She directed her eyes to me and smiled. "It would be just perfect if you would give me a nice foot massage."

A pang of disappointment shot through me. I was hoping that Sarah was about to remove my chastity cage and give me a nice long blow job.

I sighed and slid myself down to my wife's feet. As I started to massage Sarah's tiny toes I decided that prolonging my sweet *** wasn’t all that bad after all.

Sarah closed her eyes. "Louis, that feels so good. Having a slave is such a wonderful luxury."

Sarah's words got me even more excited. I could sense that my wife was beginning to feel very dominant. Suddenly, I desperately wanted to submit to her. I bent over, closed my eyes and passionately kissed her feet.
She opened her eyes and stared at me. After a moment she smiled. "Indeed, how delightfully interesting."

Sarah raised her right leg and pushed her foot into my face. She wanted me to lick the bottom of her foot. My wife and I both considered this a very demeaning act. She smirked when she felt my tongue bathing the sole of her foot.

Sarah quietly rested on her pillows and enjoyed my demonstration of presentation. After a few minutes she raised herself up and tilted her head. "Pussyboy, Bobby and I were in the backroom at Benny's for a long time before you joined us. What were you doing in the bar?"

I gently set Sarah's foot down on the bed. "I was talking to Trisha the bar maid." I smiled at my wife and naively said, "She's the nicest permister. We had a very pleasant conversation."

Sarah sat up. "Are you telling me that when I left you alone in the bar, you took the opportunity to hit on the bar maid?"

I shook my head. "No, it was nothing like that. It was all very harmless. We were just talking."

Sarah took a deep breath. "Pussyboy, do not try to pass this off as nothing. When I trusted you and left you alone, you ***d my trust and took the opportunity to brazenly flirt with another woman." She stared at the floor. "You humiliated me in front of all those people."

I knew that none of this was logical. Sarah knew it to. It didn't matter. My wife's sadistic side was aroused and she'd accidentally stumred onto a wonderful excuse to punish me and she was going to use it.

I decided that I might as well just enjoy the fun. I was also fully aware that this was my only choice. Sarah was such a s*******ed lawyer that any attempt on my part to win a debate about the logic of her complaint would be hopeless.

I submissively bowed my head. "I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't intend to *** your trust. I beg you to forgive me. I fully understand if you decide to punish me."

Sarah smiled. "I am impressed by your contrite attitude. It will make it easier for me to forgive you sometime in the future, but for now you need to be punished."

My wife sighed. "Louis, I'm tired. It's been a very long day. My original plan was to finish our evening by taking your chastity cage off and giving you a nice sweet blow job." She shrugged. "Obviously that's now out of the question. Your behavior this evening has shown me that you can’t be trusted. I see no other recourse than to keep your philandering little penis safely locked up until some time in the future when you have managed to prove to me that you are again worthy of my trust."

Sarah rolled over onto her side. "I will punish you tomorrow when we're at home. I assure you that it's going to involve my whip. In the meantime, I suggest that you do everything you can to atone for your unspeakable breach of trust."

I had to admire Sarah. She almost had me believing I'd done something wrong.

She laid her head on her pillows. "If you really are feeling remorse about your behavior, you might want to demonstrate it by spending the night with your tongue in my ass."

I knew Sarah wasn't kidding. I realized that I wouldn't get much of an opportunity to relax, but it certainly would make for a night that I would never forget.

I spread the cheeks of her ass apart. As I pushed my tongue into her asshole my wife cooed. "That's a good boy."

I slept fitfully. Trying to relax with your tongue buried in a beautiful woman's ass is not exactly conducive to getting a good night's rest. Sarah on the other hand appeared to relax like a baby. Bobby Jeffermister had obviously exhausted her.

I felt her starting to stir just before 6:00 am. It took her several minutes to move from relax to consciousness. As soon as she was awake she felt the presence of my tongue.

There was an obvious moment of confusion as she tried to figure out what was happening. When she remembered she rolled over onto her back and smiled at me. "You really did it didn't you?"

I smiled back at her. "Yes I did."

"It must have been hard to relax."

I nodded. "I was awake for most of the night."

Sarah threw her arms around my neck and gave me a long slow kiss. After a moment she pulled away. "Louis, that might be the most romantic thing you have ever done. I love you so much."

She sat up on the edge of the bed. "Making you do that was so wicked. I get tingly all over just thinking about it."

I got down on my knees in front of Sarah and picked up her right foot. As I kissed the bottom of her toes I looked up at her. "Mistress I am so very sorry that I upset you last night."

Sarah took a deep breath. she was obviously excited that I wanted to continue playing the game.

She looked down at me. "Louis, I'm still going to punish you when we get home and I don't know when I'll take your chastity cage off."

I obediently nodded. "Mistress Sarah, I understand. I am your slave. You can do with me as you choose."

Sarah stood up and smiled at me. "Louis, I am so glad we got back together. We really are the perfect couple." She reached down and picked me up. "Come on, let's get in the shower. You can bathe me and wash yourself. We have to get on the road. We have a plane to catch."

Sarah and I moved quickly. We were on the highway bound for San Antonio in less than 20 minutes.

The trip back was uneventful. We suspended our sex game until we got home. Sarah and I enjoy traveling together. We looked at the scenery and listened to the radio. My wife had us booked into first class so our flight home from San Antonio was very comfortable.

Derek picked us up at the airport. As soon as he arrived, I again became a slave.

When we got home, I prepared a nice dinner for them while Sarah gave Derek a blow job in the living room. After dinner they retired to Sarah's bedroom and spent the rest of the night fucking.

On Tuesday night Sarah whipped me in front of Derek. She spent Wednesday night at Derek's apartment. On Thursday evening she whipped me again when she got home from work.

I was also still wearing my cock cage. This was the longest Sarah had ever made me wear it. I was actually starting to get used to having it on.

Before Sarah left for work Friday morning she turned to me. "Louis, I want you to you prepare a special dinner for tonight. If you have the time, I would like Tuna Delmonico."

I bowed. "Mistress, I do have the time and I would be happy to prepare it for you. May I ask what the occasion is?"

She nodded. "Certainly, I plan to spend the evening with my favorite lover."

I was puzzled by that response. I didn't think Sarah had a favorite lover.

I shrugged. It had to be Derek, but that surprised me. I always thought Sarah viewed him as nothing more than a good fuck.

I smiled at my wife. "What time would you and Master Derek like to dine?"

Sarah shook her head. "I'm not dining with Derek tonight and he is most certainly not my favorite lover."

I bit my lower lip. "I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean to pry."

Sarah kissed my cheek. "That's all right. I know you were trying to be good."

I looked at Sarah. "May I be so bold as to ask who you are dining with this evening?"

"Of course you may. You know him very well." She grinned at me. "It's you silly."

Sarah threw her arms around me. "You will always be my favorite lover. No other man will ever be your equal in my eyes." She hugged me. "Louis, it's time to end this game. We can start another one in the future. I want to spend a wonderful weekend relaxing with my favorite man."

That night Sarah and I sat together at the dining room table and ate our favorite dinner. After dinner she sat at the kitchen table while I washed the dishes. When I was done, we went into her bedroom. She took my cock cage off and we spent the rest of the night making oral love to each other.

That is the end of "Cowboy Steak and Beans". We hope you enjoyed it.

I'm sure that it won't be too long before my husband is back with another story. He loves writing. I know he would like to write more about Sandra and Stevie and Julie and Ricky.

L

and this story

My goodness, how did I ever miss this sequel? Amazing! I'm readint it for the first time, and it's already among my all-time faves!

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Lisa, thanks so much for bumping these up! I've found a couple I had not read and have embarked on that, but more importantly there are some old favorites here that I can re-read.
The plus side, beyond the simple enjoyment, is that I won't have to search around for good stories for awhile. The downside is that there's a lot of reading for me to do! I may have difficulty finding time to wite as much, and will undoubtedly get in trouble with Mrs. Stormydog (first time I've ever written that - maybe not a good name for a great lady!) for not attending to my chores.

Of course, the libido bump provided by reading these may make up for the neglected chores, we'll see!

I had not previously read the above story. Excellent, and so much detailed goodness crammed into a relatively short tale! Amazing.