Courtesan

Once again...... another nice posting by you GH.

Thanks!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

peak, I always heard watermelons were better for that. Of course, if he's tiny enough I guess a potato might work.

Great story, GH! I'm so glad to see you writing!

Kelly: "Timmy I just don't understand how you can possibly be enjoying this."

Hm, GH, I wished I had a good answer to this one. Why do masochists enjoy this? I know they do, because I know myself; I know this can be done safely, as a game -- well, you prove it with every one of your stories. And still why it is pleasant---that eludes me. I really can't explain it, and I feel really curious about it.

Still -- great segment!

Everyone, thank you for your comments. I apologize, the demands of real life are again limiting the amount of time I have to spend writing.

GH

It seemed like an eternity passed, but I would guess that it was probably less than a minute. Actually the respite was a blessing for me. I was more than a little disconcerted after being unceremoniously kicked to the floor and I needed an opportunity to collect my wits.

I carefully tilted my head and glanced up at my wife out of the corner of my eye. She was seated on the edge of the bed. Her feet were still together, but since I'd changed position they were now resting on the side of my head rather than the back. Even though her feet were together, Kelly's knees were lasciviously spread apart exposing her naked sex.

When she saw me looking at her Kelly flashed me a menacing smile, brazenly slipped the fingers of her right hand to her moist cunt and started fondling herself. While she did this she triumphantly stared into my eyes.

My gaze automatically shifted from Kelly's face to her fingers. I couldn't help myself. The sight of my wife playing with her moist pussy was irresistible.

She noticed the shift of my focus and smirked. "Slaveboy, are you enjoying the show? Does it excite you to watch me masturbate?"

By this time I was totally flustered. I knew that I wasn't allowed to speak without permission, but Kelly had just asked me a question. Without thinking I blurted out an automatic response. "Yes Ms. Mas..."

"Silence worm! My question was rhetorical. Your sick sexual preferences are of very little interest to me."

That made me smile. Kelly was taking my offense to a whole new level.

When she noticed my reaction Kelly winked at me and said, "That one was pretty good wasn't it Timmy."

Suddenly we both burst out laughing. Kelly took her feet off of my head, reached down and grabbed my arm. As she pulled me back up on the bed she said, "Come here babydoll. We have our whole lives to play this game. Right now I just want to kiss you and hold you in my arms."

As soon as I was seated next to her my wife threw her arms around my neck and gave me a long passionate kiss. When we broke apart I grinned at her and said; "Whew, that was wonderful. I'll have to let you humiliate me more often."

Kelly giggled. “It certainly got my motor running. How about a quick fuck before we start getting me ready for my date.”

I stared at my wife. I had to admit that her offer was very tempting. I thought about it for a moment and then I shook my head. "I don't think that's quite in the spirit of tonight's festivities.” I smiled. “But if you're feeling generous, I would love to lick your asshole for a few minutes."

My wife stared at me. After a second she started giggling and said, "You really are a perv."

I stuck out my tongue at her. "Yeah, that may be true; but so are you."

Kelly was now laughing so hard that she was barely able to speak; but she still managed to fetish out, "Yes I am and that's why we're so absolutely perfect for each other."

My wife took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was obvious that she was trying to regain her composure. After a moment she reopened her eyes and looked at me with an impish smile. She coyly rubbed her chin while she pretended to think and then she said, "I'm not certain that I'm willing to let you lick my asshole. Chris will be here in a little while and I really should be saving my body for him. How badly do you want to do it?"

I looked at Kelly with a confused expression.

"Do you want to do it badly enough that you're willing to beg for the privilege?"

"Has licking your asshole now become a privilege for me?"

Kelly frowned. "Are you suggesting that it might not be a privilege? I hope you don't think it's a right; or worse yet, an obligation."

I chuckled. Kelly always was an outstanding debater. I smiled at her. "I get the impression that you're back to playing our game again."

"Of course I am. I'm just being a little more subtle about it." Kelly paused for a moment and then she added. "But I will admit that it's becoming increasingly difficult to differentiate between our game and real life."

When I heard my wife say those words a tingle of excitement rippled through my loins, but at the same time a disquieting sense of trepidation crept into my gut. It was becoming increasingly apparent to me that Kelly and I were hurtling towards a redefinition of our marriage.

Both of us had always been aware of the dominant submissive nature of our relationship. We long ago recognized that this was one of the many reamisters that we enjoyed each other's company so much. We were also cognizant of how our temperaments had affected the evolution of our association. I was certain that both of us knew that our bond had never been a partnership of equality. My wife has always been dominant and I have always been her subordinate.

Until our recent crisis, these roles had been largely unstated. In the bedroom we played dominant submissive sex games, Kelly openly slept with other men right up to our wedding day and in the last year I'd assumed exclusive responsibility for doing all of the household chores. None the less, all of these practices had been arrived at by mutual understanding rather than deliberate discussion. There had never been a point where we formally acknowledged that Kelly was going to be the dominant partner in our marriage and I was going to be her submissive underling.

Now it appeared to me that we were rapidly moving towards that deliberate discussion. While it excited me, it also terrified me. It is one thing to play adventurous sex games. Formally surrendering your rights as a free individual to another permister is an altogether different matter.

"Timmy, I'm waiting for your answer. Are you ready to beg for the privilege of kissing my ass or should I just go into the bathroom and start getting ready for my evening with Chris?" Kelly leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Babydoll hearing you plead for permission to push your tongue into my asshole would be unbelievably exciting for me."

Suddenly I realized that I was overreacting to Kelly's demand. She wasn't trying to make this into a point of decision making, she was just having fun. It was certainly true that she was pushing hard to have that discussion. Formalizing our blossoming relationship as mistress and slave was clearly a priority for her, but she really wasn't trying to power the issue at this moment.

I took a deep breath and tentatively said; "Ms. Mamister, I was wondering if I might be allowed the privilege of kissing your ass."

As soon as I heard the words come out of my mouth I shuddered with embarrassment. Kissing another's permister's asshole was in itself a debasing and demeaning act. Being ordered to do it was even more degrading. Having to beg for the privilege was a scandal that was beyond description.

Kelly looked at me and in a voice dripping with pretend disdain and said, "Dicklet, what would make you think that would I ever even consider allowing you to do something that intimate with me when you know that my lover will be here in a very short time?"

My wife was obviously not going to cut me any slack on this. I also had to admit that while this situation was utterly absurd, it was also beginning to get me very excited.

I closed my eyes and mustered all of my nerve, "Ms. Mamister, I would be eternally grateful if, before your lover arrives, you might find it in your heart to grant me the privilege of licking your asshole."

Kelly was silent. She was pretending to consider my petition. After a moment she said in a mock judicial voice; "If I am going to take your request seriously, I really do think that you should be on your knees while you're making it."

My wife's little game was now getting me very excited. I eagerly slipped off the bed and kneeled at Kelly's feet.

She smiled and said, "Oh that's much better. Now what was it you were asking me?."

I took a deep breath and then I said, "Ms. Mamister before you begin getting ready for your evening with Mr. Kendricks, may I please be allowed to kiss and lick your asshole."

Kelly put a finger to her cheek in a feigned demonstration of serious contemplation. After a moment she answered, "I don't know Dicklet. That really should be a special treat for you." She shook her head. "I really wouldn't want to spoil you." My wife was talking to me like I was a small young asking for a dish of ice cream. I had to admit that this provocative little game had every nerve in my body tingling with erotic fervor.

I looked up at her. "Ms. Mamister, you and Mr. Kendricks are going to be spending the entire evening enjoying a host of wonderful pleasures. Please be generous and allow me this one small treat."

Kelly closed her eyes. For a moment she appeared to be deep in thought and then she sighed. "Well, since you asked me so politely, I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you have a little fun before my lover gets here." She rolled over on her stomach and rested her cheek on a pillow. As soon as she was comfortable she said, "Enjoy yourself slave boy."

I smiled while I positioned myself between Kelly's legs. My wife really was very good at playing sexual fantasy games. She had taken a simple pleasure that both of us had been enjoying since we first met and turned it into a very exciting and humiliating act for me. It was easy to understand why the partners at JTandR valued her so highly. She was a true artist.

My entire body was shaking as I spread the soft round cheeks of Kelly's gorgeous rear. For a moment I just looked at her puckered little hole and contemplated the significance of what I was about to do. It was strange. I'd been licking Kelly's ass since we were sophomores in college, but now because of the scenario that she'd just created the act had taken on a whole new meaning for me. I was a cuckold. Tonight another man was going to freely enjoy my wife's body in a myriad of exciting ways; but for me, her husband, this was the only pleasure I would be allowed and I'd just been required to beg for the privilege.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and pressed my lips against Kelly's tight little anus. When my wife felt me kissing her she whispered a long drawn out, "Yesssss!"

I think it is a sign of our normal greed GH. We have got so used to consuming the whole cake, we have forgotten the pleasure in just consuming the cherry on the top. Thank you for delivering this cherry, making us contemplate it, savour it and then eat it with Timmy. Delicious.

Very well done GH, I'm really enjoying the incredibly intelligent and articulate interplay between these two. It's one of your trademarks. Another is the ability to take something that normally wouldn't appeal and make it seem not only appealing, but very exciting. As always, thanks so much!

What can I say. But thanks. It is that balance between a loving married couple in a cuckold relationship... loving.... but the lady is in control... and how far does it go...

I am playing with the ideas also in my present story (likely only one I think I will be able to write with my present job restrictions). It can go too far.. but hopefully human love and forgiveness will win out in the end..

Looking forward to further developments

Mmmmmm..... There’s nothing better than a game of anal tongue darts!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Peak, Storm, Colin and cuckold4one

Thank you for the kind comments. I am sorry that I have been absent for so long. At times the real world does become a nuisance.

GH

Once my tongue penetrated my wife's asshole all of my self restraint and inhibitions melted away. I wrapped my arms around her hips, pressed my face between her soft round cheeks and made love to her with unrestrained passion.

Kelly noticed the emotion and energy that I was putting into my efforts and breathlessly whispered; "Yes Timmy! That's right, show me that you want this just as much as me." As she said this she reached back with her right hand and started rubbing her clit.

My wife's response excited me. I knew that I did want this every bit as much as she did, I had just been reticent to admit it. I quickly made my final decision. I closed my eyes and tried to push my tongue even deeper into Kelly's anus. At that moment I was not only making love to her I was also expressing my desire to submit to her, to abase myself for her pleasure and to serve her. I wanted Kelly to understand that I was willing to serve her without reservation for the rest of our lives.

As I lay with my arms wrapped around my wife's hips and my face buried between the cheeks of her rear I realized that at this moment we were having the discussion that Kelly had been seeking since the previous evening. It was wordless exchange, but one still filled with communication, understanding and most of all commitment. I wanted to become my wife's slave and I trusted her to be a loving master. As I pushed my tongue into Kelly's ass I felt like I was making an unspoken vow to her that was stronger and more binding than any pledge I had made during our wedding ceremony.

I felt my wife's excitement building. She was rubbing herself with a savage intensity that I had never before seen. All at once, she raised up onto her hands and knees and furiously thrust her ass into my face. Her entire body started to shake and then she screamed with joy.

As her climax exploded I pulled my face away from her rear and in barely audible whisper said; "Yes Ms. Mamister, I would love to spend the rest of my life as your slave."

Once the convulsions of pleasure began to subside, Kelly collapsed face down on the bed. For a moment she lay perfectly still and then she rolled over onto her back, smiled at me and held out her arms. "Come to me Timmy. I want to hold you."

As soon as I was on top of her, my wife wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long passionate kiss. During that kiss both of us tried to express all of the affection, friendship, kindness and yes, even trust that had been the foundation of our relationship since that very first day we came together outside our writing class.

When we finally broke apart my wife grinned at me. "Timmy I love you so much."

I tried to respond, but she gently put a finger to my lips to stop me from talking. Her expression became very serious. In a quiet voice she said, "This doesn't mean you won't be my husband anymore. You will always be my husband. You will always be the only man I will ever love. Please Timmy, never forget that." She stared into my eyes. "Promise me Timmy, promise me that you will always remember that."

I nodded. "I promise."

Kelly smiled and then she said, "All we're doing is redefining the traditional roles of husband and wife. Are you really willing to become my slave?"

Here it was, the moment of final commitment. I took a deep breath and quietly answered, "Yes, Ms. Mamister; I would love to be your slave and I promise to serve you faithfully for the rest of our lives."

Kelly's face broke into a huge grin. She hugged me. As she held me in her arms she said, "Timmy I promise to always be a caring and loving mistress."

Welcome back GH. You're right, the real world is often a nuisance - all the more reamister for me to escape into your story! Thanks, that was a lovely bit of submissive anal love and gentle domination. You, Timmy, and Ms. Mamister have all been missed.

Thanks Storm

For a few minutes we lay quietly in each other's arms enjoying the feelings of bliss and contentment that follow the moment when two people renew their commitment and love for each other and forge a new bond.

I will admit that many people would probably have trouble understanding how the commitment that Kelly and I had just made could possibly be a cause for celebration. To those people I can only say that life is filled with mysteries and why Kelly and I would choose to express our love for each other in that manner may just have to be one of those enigmas. Suffice it to say that the decision to formally redefine the roles in our marriage caused both of us a great deal of joy and happiness.

Kelly was the first to emerge from our reverie of contentment. She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. When she realized what time it was she rolled me off of her and cried in alarm, "Timmy, it almost seven o'clock. Chris will be here in thirty minutes."

That caused both of us to move into action. We popped up. As we sat on the edge of the bed Kelly said, "Timmy, I'd hoped to make you wait on me like a devoted cuckold servant while I prepared for an evening with my lover, but I think we spent too much time playing around." She kissed my cheek. "It was time well spent, but now we have to hurry."

She stood up. "You take a quick shower while I lay out my clothes for the evening. When you're done I'll shower and put on my makeup while you're making the final dinner preparations."

I stood up. "What should I wear tonight?"

Kelly thought for a moment. An impish smile formed at the corners of her mouth. "It would be fun to make you wait on us wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties." She shook her head. "But I think that might be a little too much for both you and Chris. This is the first time we're doing this, it would be wise to move slowly. I think a pair of slacks and a golf shirt would be very appropriate."

I smiled. It was an expression of relief. Kelly was right. Having to wait on my wife and her lover wearing only a pair of lace panties would have been a bit overwhelming.

Kelly slapped my butt. "Hop to it slave boy. My lover will be here in a half hour.” She winked at me. “If everything isn't absolutely perfect, you will be severely punished."

That was all the motivation I needed. I hurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

When I returned to the bedroom Kelly was laying a out a set of white lingerie on the bed. She heard me come into the bedroom. When she turned and saw me looking at the sexy underwear she winked at me and said, "I thought that bridal white might be an appropriate choice for the first night that I get to entertain my favorite stud in my own bed."

The words, favorite stud, caused me a pang of jealousy. Kelly noted the reaction and smiled at me. "Baby doll, you're my husband, my slave and my favorite lover. I love you more than any man in the entire world, but you are not a stud. Chris is a stud and he is my favorite. You had better get used to that idea."

I slowly nodded. "Yes Ms. Mamister, I understand."

Kelly smiled. "Very good slave boy. It is always important that you know and remember your place."

"Yes Ms. Mamister."

"Now get dressed. I picked out a pair of slacks, a shirt and a pair of panties." She gestured towards the foot of the bed. My outfit was neatly laid out for me. There was also a pair of brown Italian loafers on the floor directly below the clothes.

Kelly ran into the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower. I dressed quickly. As soon as I was done I went into the kitchen and started making the final preparations for our evening. I was just finishing the shrimp appetizer when I heard a knock at the door. My stomach churned with excitement. Our guest had arrived.

GH, I don't know where you could have ever doubted yourself. We, who are in the presence of greatness salute you my friend. Those two passages conveyed more real understanding and emotion than many whole 'stories' on this or many other sites. From the tender vows to the analogy of Timmy as a shrimp appetiser. Brilliant.

Just got caught up after being away for the Super Bowl GH. Great job as usual, enjoyed these chapters very much. Thanks.

TrF2

Gosh GH, it sounds to me like she just gave him an incentive to screw up!

Seriously, the comments you made at the start of this chapter about people finding it difficult to understand this type of commitment ring very true, and speak to our tendency toward intolerance of things which fail to fit within our often narrow description of normal. I've seen enough different "non-traditional" relationships now, at this point in my life - and the unhappy end of enough supposedly normal relationships - that I've come to the conclusion that if it makes you happy, and all parties are consenting, satisfied, and fulfilled by the arrangement, why not?! Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead.

My wife and I are close friends with a gay couple. "Dan" is older, very quiet and serious but with a sly and brilliant sense of humor, and he does not tend to flaunt his sexuality. He's openly gay, but it's not an issue, no big deal, he just is. "Jerry" is 14 years younger, much more flamboyant (think Nathan Lane in The Birdcage, only a slight exaggeration), and openly, almost militantly, gay! We met when Jerry worked for me for a brief period several years ago. They each have their backstory, parts of which are sad and painful, but the point is they've been together in a committed relationship for almost 8 years now and are very happy and fulfilled in their lives, and as a result are a pure pleasure to be around and to spend time with.
Some people can't see that part and are uncomfortable around them, and we've actually been asked why we're friends with them. My answer is always the same: Because they've been gracious enough to accept our friendship. Their happiness and their friendship enriches our lives, and we'd be the poorer for not having known them.
I don't know why I interrupted your fine story to tell you all that, except to say that IMHO the only criteria we should use to judge another's relationship is whether or not it makes them happy. Beyond that, what else really matters? Kelly and Timmy are happy - now - despite the unusual nature of their relationship, and reading about them makes me happy.

Of course, I had a few glasses of a really nice Syrah a little earlier, so please forgive me if I wax philosophical. My philosophy could probably use a good waxing.

Thanks Storm

I appreciate the story. I seems to me that the people who are the most critical of the permisteral lives of others are the people who are the most insecure about their own permisteral lives.

My own feeling has always been; as long as no one is getting hurt, what consenting adults do in the privacy of their own home is nobody else's business.

GH

I walked quickly to the front door. My pulse was racing. As I passed the full length mirror in our front hall I stopped and checked my appearance. For some reamister it was important to me to make a good first on this man who was here to fuck my wife.

When I got to the front door I stood perfectly still for a moment. I needed to collect my wits. I already knew exactly what I was going to say to Chris when I opened the door. During the past fifteen minutes I'd rehearsed the words repeatedly in my mind.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Chris was standing there holding a bottle of red wine. We stared at each other. It was obviously an awkward moment.

The preplanned greeting helped. "Good evening Mr. Kendricks. Won't you please come in. Ms. Mamister will be with you in a moment."

Cris stepped into our house. Once he was inside he shifted the wine to his left hand and extended his right. "Hello Timmy, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Please call me Chris."

I quickly shook his hand and then I said, "Thank you sir, but I don't believe that my Mistress would approve of that."

He nodded. "Yes, I understand that you're going to be our servant tonight. Are you okay with that?"

I smiled. "Yes Mr. Kendricks, I'm looking forward to a very exciting evening."

Chris smiled back at me. "Good, I was hoping that was the case."

For the next few seconds we silently regarded each other. I suppose you could say that we were sizing each other up.

I could immediately see why my wife was attracted to Chris, he was outrageously handsome. He was maybe five or six years older than Kelly and me. I guessed that he was probably thirty or thirty-one.

Chris was tall, maybe six feet one or two, but he wasn't a muscle man. He did have broad shoulders and a trim athletic build, but he appeared to be more graceful than physically powerful. Still there was something about his bearing that suggested that he wasn't a man to be trifled with.

He had a full head of dark wavy hair gave him an air of dignity unusual for a man so young and his brown eyes seemed to take in everything that was occurring around him. This made me suspect that he was both very bright and maybe more than just a little clever.

As I studied him I realized that his most distinctive facial feature was his smile. There was a slightly mischievous quality to it that conveyed the impression that Chris might just be a bit of a rogue.

"Well, I'm pleased to see that my two favorite men have finally met each other."

We both turned. Kelly was standing in the entrance to the hall that led to our bedrooms. As soon as we saw her both Chris and I shifted the focus of our attention from each other to her. My wife was absolutely stunning.

Kelly was a very attractive woman and she was extremely adept at embellishing her natural beauty. Her long blond hair was loosely curled and hung casually around her bare shoulders. Her eye makeup and lip gloss were slightly overstated giving the subtle impression that my wife might turn out to be a little more adventurous than the average girl next door.

Kelly could have been wearing slippers and a bathrobe and she still would have captured the undivided attention of every man in any room she entered, but that night she wasn't wearing slippers and a bathrobe. That night she was wearing an outfit that rendered both Chris and me speechless.

The heart of her outfit was a simple white cocktail dress. On many women it could have looked chic or even elegant, but Kelly's dress was much too tight and it was tight in some very daring places. The bodice was cut precariously low and my wife's luscious cleavage poured out of the top. I actually wondered what kept her breasts from popping free.

The dress was also shockingly short. The hemline was at least two inches above her white stocking tops and the straps and stays of her white garter belt were wantonly exposed.

I remembered Kelly's comment about her lingerie when we were getting dressed and there wasn't any doubt that the combination of the dress, her garter belt and nylon stockings and the white high heels she was wearing did suggest a bridal gown. I smiled. Her outfit may have resemred a bridal gown, but this wasn't a dress that would ever be worn in a church wedding. This was more like a caricature of a bridal gown. This was an outfit that you might expect to find in a pornographic movie with a title like "Wedding Day Harlots."

And then I noticed my wife's jewelry. Around her neck she wore a rather gaudy looking silver fetishr. It was encrusted with scores of very expensive looking jewels that appeared to my unschooled eye to be diamonds. She was also wearing a pair of matching silver earrings and a matching bracelet on her right wrist. They were covered with same stones as the fetishr. I shook my head. If those stones were in fact diamonds, my wife's jewelry had to be worth at least ten thousand dollars.

Kelly sashayed into the living room. She was clearly making an "entrance". My wife had obviously put some thought and effort into her appearance and now she was giving both Chris and me an opportunity to appreciate the fruits of her labor.

Kelly strolled up to me and patted my cheek. "Do you like my jewelry pussyboy? The set was a gift from the CEO of a large investment firm in Los angles. They're real diamonds. I had the set appraised. It's worth over forty thousand dollars." She giggled. "I spent two nights with him in Las Vegas.” My wife winked at me. “Believe me cuckboy, that old gentleman got his money's worth. "

She turned and walked over to Chris. "Hi sweetheart. Welcome to my home. I hope this is the first of many nights that we get to spend together here."

Pangs of jealousy stabbed at my heart as I watched my wife put her arms around this other man's neck and give him a passionate kiss on the lips.

When they broke apart Kelly stepped back and smiled at Chris. "Do you like my outfit? I wore it just for you. Tonight will be the first time you've ever had a chance to fuck me in a bed. I thought we might treat the evening like it was a little honeymoon."

Chris chuckled. "I love your dress. I've seen you wearing clothes like this many times at Evergreen and Eagle Lake, but this is the first time you've ever dressed like this for me."

I smiled to myself. It appeared that Mr. Kendricks and I actually had quite a bit in common.

Chris winked at my wife. "I also love the honeymoon idea. The prospect of getting to fuck you in a bed on a regular basis is very appealing to me."

Suddenly Kelly sighed and then she took a deep breath, turned to me and said, "Check".

Great addition GH, very exciting and suspenseful. The cliffhanger ending will keep us all tuned in! Thanks for this story.

Check indeed, and we will, every night until we find out what comes next (I think we already know who). Good stuff again GH.

ps I have been careful. This is my 500th post here. I wanted to make sure you got it !

GH...... that's just not right. Letting us hang like that with a "check".
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Stormy

Thanks

Peak

I appreciate the sentiment. We've been together for several years now, me writing stories and you critiquing them. I thank you for your ongoing support and inciteful comments.

H. L. Mencken once wrote, "Humility is found in all great critics, along with a lovable humanity." That certainly describes you.

Thanks again, your friend, GH

cuckold4one

If I remember correctly, you guys did tell me to do that. The next segment is coming now

Thanks GH

Both Chris and I looked at my wife with puzzled expressions. Suddenly I realized that Chris was probably even more confused than I was. He probably wasn't even aware of the significance of the word, "check".

I turned to him. "Mr. Kendricks, check is our safe word. When one of us says it we have both agreed to stop whatever..."

He put his up hand and smiled at me. "It's okay Timmy, I understand what the word means. I've spent enough time around your wife and her friends to know about their safe word and how they use it."

He looked at Kelly. "What's the matter Kel?"

My wife sighed again. "I just think the three of us need to talk before we start. I mean this is the first time you and Timmy have met and it will also be the first time that Timmy's ever seen me with another guy." She shook her head. "Timmy's never acted as my slave before. We're going to make him wait on us while we party with each other and we're going to be taunting him about it while we do it. Thats never happened before either." She threw her arms up in the air. "It's just too many things all occurring at the same time."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy honey, I'm so worried that you're going to be hurt because you misunderstand something I that I say or do. Baby I feel so bad about what I did to you over the past year. I don't ever want to hurt you again."

"Kel, why don't I just have dinner with the two of you tonight. I know just how much you love Timmy and I don't want to risk hurting him either. You guys just went through a rough time. Frankly, I'm kind of surprised that I'm here at all tonight." Chris smiled at both of us. "Just getting to know Timmy would be more than enough for me this evening. We can worry about sex games in the future."

I could see that my wife was nervous and concerned about how tonight was going to go. I understood her fears. I also knew how much she'd been looking forward to this evening with Chris and I didn't want her to miss that. I stepped forward. "Kelly I have an idea."

Both my wife and Chris looked at me.

"I think I'd like to go out and grab a bite to eat. There's a new Chinese restaurant on Portland Avenue that I've been eager to try. After I'm done eating there's a movie that I've been wanting to see." I looked at my watch. It was 7:40. "I should be back here around 11:00. That should give you and Chris plenty of time to enjoy the dinner I made and have a nice long conversation afterwards." I winked at them. "Kelly, your bedroom is a wonderful place for a quiet chat and I put clean sheets on the bed this afternoon. It really would be a shame to not take advantage of that."

Kelly smiled at me and then she looked at Chris and smiled at him."You guys have to be the two most wonderful men in the entire world." She shook her head. "Both of you are trying to be nice and I appreciate that, but neither of you are understanding me. I want to follow our plan for this evening. I just need to talk about it first."

My wife walked over to the couch and sat down. As soon as she was seated she patted the spot next to her and said, "Timmy come over here and sit next to me."

As I was sitting down she pointed at the chair opposite the couch and said, "Chris, please sit over there."

Once we were both in place Kelly picked up my hand and held it in hers while she looked at Chris. In a very quiet voice she said, "Chris, I'd planned to tell you this privately; but when I saw how the evening was starting out I realized that I had to say it in front of Timmy."

Chris was staring intently at my wife and I was quietly sitting next to her. Suddenly I was very worried about what she was going to tell her lover.

We both waited. After a moment Kelly started. "Over the past year you and I have became very close friends. In many ways we were actually a couple. I suppose that you could say that I was your girlfriend and you were my boyfriend."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "The only problem of course was that I already had a husband and I was hiding our relationship from him."

My stomach began to churn. I was starting to get increasingly nervous about where this conversation was going. I felt Kelly squeeze my hand. I think she was trying to ease my concerns.

My wife looked at me. "For the rest of my life I will be ashamed about doing that."

I just stared at Kelly. I didn't know where this conversation was going so I didn't know how to respond.

Kelly noticed my confusion and said; "Don't worry baby doll, you will always be the love of my life."

She turned back to Chris. "And that is what I'm trying to say to you. I loved having you as a boyfriend. I am ashamed that I hid our relationship from my husband, but now he knows. After talking with Timmy I believe that if I constantly remind him that I will always love him and that he will always be my husband, he will be able to accept and maybe even enjoy the fact that I have a boyfriend."

Kelly paused. After a moment she said; "Chris, you're the problem. I won't lead you on. I won't give you false hope. Timothy Jamiemister will always be the love of my life and I will never leave him for you or any other man. I would love to continue to have you as a boyfriend; but you must understand that is all I can ever offer you. If you want a wife and you want to have youngren, you will have to find another woman."

I was amazed at my wife's candor, but I was also impressed by her integrity.

Chris took almost a full minute to think about what Kelly had just told him and then he looked up and smiled at her. "I won't pretend that I haven't at times entertained fantasies about having you as my wife." He chuckled. "But I've always understood that it was never a possibility. Kelly, whenever you talk about Timmy there is an unmistakable sparkle in your eyes. There has never been any doubt in my mind that you do truly love your husband."

Chris was quiet for a moment and then he continued. "I think you both know that I have always believed that Timmy knew about and condoned the affair that we were having." He glanced over at me. "Timmy please believe me when I tell you that I was devastated when I discovered that wasn't the case."

I nodded.

He continued. "Kelly, I do not believe that you will ever be able to be faithful to one man. Timmy seems to be able to accept that fact. I could not. He is the perfect husband for you. For us, marriage could only lead to animosity, bitterness and eventually mutual contempt."

He shook his head. "You are a beautiful, intelligent and interesting woman. I relish your company. You are also the most exciting sex partner I have ever had." He laughed. "And as you well know, I have some substantial experience in that area."

We both smiled at Chris.

He smiled back at us and then he looked down at the floor. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully. Finally he looked up and said, "I'm thirty-one years old. I am looking for a wife and I do want to eventually have youngren. When I find my wife, I plan to be faithful to her."

Chris looked at me. "Timmy I already regard your wife as a close friend and I hope that you will allow me to become your friend. Once I find the woman who is going to be my wife, Kelly and I will have to be content with just being good friends. Until that occurs, if it is all right with you, I would love to continue to be your wife's boyfriend."

Kelly and Chris both looked at me. I suddenly realized that the ball was now in my court. In the fifteen or twenty minutes since I'd met Chris I began to understand why my wife liked him so much. He was not only handsome; he was also a kind, intelligent man who seemed to have some integrity. I'd already accepted the fact that Kelly and Chris were going to have an intimate relationship. The truth was, I was excited about it. I'd also long been prepared for the possibility that my wife might eventually have a boyfriend. Chris seemed to understand our relationship and he appeared to be a nice man. If Kelly was going to have a boyfriend, I really didn't think that she could find a better choice.

I turned to Kelly. "Do you want Chris to be your boyfriend?"

She nodded. "As long as you understand and won't be hurt by it, I would like that very much."

I smiled at both of them and then I stood up, walked over to Chris and extended my hand. "Mr. Kendricks, I'm Timothy Jamiemister. Please call me Timmy. I'm Kelly Mamister's husband. I understand that you're my wife's boyfriend. I'm pleased to meet you. I hope that we can become good friends."

Chris laughed and then he stood up and accepted my hand. "Mr. Jamiemister, my name is Christopher Kendricks. Please call me Chris. I am your wife's boyfriend and I would love to become your good friend."

Behind us Kelly clapped her hands. "This is absolutely perfect." She paused. "Except for one little detail."

We both looked at her.

"There is no way that my little pussy husband is ever going to be allowed to call my stud boyfriend by his first name. Cuckboy, to you Chris will always be Mr. Kendricks.'

I obediently bowed and then I said, "Yes Ms. Mamister I understand. May I presume that we are now unchecked?"

Kelly looked at Chris. "Is there anything more that you would like to say to my slave?"

Chris turned to me. "Timmy you do understand that everything we do and say tonight is just part of a game, correct?"

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Kendricks, I do understand that."

"And it is a game that you want to play, correct?"

"Yes sir, it is."

He smiled at my wife. "I'm ready/'

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy are you ready?"

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Mamister, I am."

My wife patted the spot next to her. "Chris I think it's time for you to take Dicklet's spot on the couch."

Chris sat down and put his arm around my wife. Once he was settled Kelly looked at me and said, "Dicklet, my lover and I are ready for our martinis. I also hope that you have an appetizer prepared for us. I am sure that my man is hungry."

I hope people have things like that happen to them in their life -- with so much honesty and integrity.

GH, you're not only a good writer, you're a good human being. My compliments!

And of course the story is great. I'm hoping it will grow to be as big as a Stephen King's novel. :-)

Thank you for the comment GH. I like the link. Now we'll all know for sure that all three of them are going to enjoy the next few hours and we will all enjoy it all the more.

Hey,gh, nice segments. Been away for a few days and just got caught up again, and i must say i'm not disappointed, as usual. lol. Great work, my friend. priss

gh i am very pleased that you are back.....you are a very lucky man to have your partner always watching your back.........

GH, I have to second what asehpe said. All of your characters have an inner goodness and integrity, even the powerful bosses and the boyfriends and lovers that come between husband and wife.
If more real people had the depth and understanding that your characters do, the world would be a better place. Thanks for sharing that world with us.