Awakening

GH, very nice segment. Didn't expect you be back this soon. Not that I'm complaining.

Please enjoy your Thanksgiving holiday with Ms Lisa and ???

Stay well.

T

gh,

nice to have you back. please take care and listen to Lisa we do not want you sick again. the story is a classic.

loving it very much

sallyann ........gobble.......gobble

Hi GH, Love you brother, take care of your self, and your dear Lady.

Sad to say most dancers do not keep any of what they earn. Mostly neat gals too, just walking a different path, one that often has no Ginger, Vince, or Michael along it. Sigh.

Donna, Timmy, sallyann and oldbearswitch

Thank you for your kind comments.

GH

I considered that for a moment and then I suddenly understood. "Danny's Lounge is your current visible means of support for the IRS."

Nodding, Mel said; "You're right, but that's not the only reamister we work there. We still enjoy nude dancing and it's a good place to make new contacts."

Amy said; "Remember that our clientele at Danny's is mostly made up of retired gentlemen. As escorts we cater to that same clientele. We love living outside of Catalina. In the morning you'll understand why. It's unbelievably scenic; but there's another reamister we live here."

"You're surrounded by retirement communities."

Smiling, Mel said; "Filled with sweet gentlemen who's wives have lost interest in sex."

"That's right and they're clean, polite and appreciative. All they want to do is enjoy our feminine charms. Many of them can't even get hard, but that doesn't matter. They're happy to caress our naked bodies with they're hands, their lips and their tongues. With some of them we just lay together naked on the bed and fondle each other while we talk." Amy was smiling, but it wasn't a condescending smile, it was gratified, content. She obviously enjoyed giving pleasure to these older men.

"Can they afford four or five hundred dollars an hour?"

Mel said; "We're not eighteen anymore and we're not driven by money. We charge two hundred and fifty dollars for a session. While a session usually lasts for about sixty to ninety minutes, we allow two hours."

Amy said, "The money isn't important to us. We love our gentlemen, but we can't entertain them for free. If we did that it wouldn't be special. We'd also be inundated with suitors."

Chuckling, I said; "Yeah that could get out of hand pretty quickly."

Both women nodded.

I asked, "But I don't understand how this works. In Las Vegas you went to the guys hotel room. These men live here. You can't entertain them at their houses."

Amy said; "Michael, you don't know very much about how working girls operate, do you."

"Not really, porn has always been my vice of choice."

Giggling, Mel said; "Spoken like a true voyeur."

Amy said; "When a girl meets a man in his hotel room, it's called outcall. When she provides the place and he comes to her it's called incall. In Tucmister we provide the place, so we do incall."

"Do the men come to your house?"

"Not exactly." Amy looked at Mel. "I think it's time for us to take Michael to our house. That way we can show him."

"I agree." Mel turned to me. "Michael will you come home with us. We'd like you to spend the night."

The invitation. wasn't a surprise. All through dinner we'd been discussing going to their house. The offer to spend the night was a surprise. While I was interested and willing, there was a logistic issue that concerned me. Looking at both women I said, "I'd love to spend the night, but I don't have any clean clothes. I've been traveling in these all day."

Grinning at Mel, Amy said; "He thinks like an accountant."

Mel said; "Yes he does. We'll have to help him with this. Michael honey, you're wearing a cotton golf shirt and a pair of cotton slacks. We have a washer and a dryer. When we get to our house the three of us are going to take a shower together. As soon as we're finished with our shower we'll put your clothes in the washer. Trust me, you aren't going to need them until morning."

I laughed. "I guess you solved that problem. I'd love to go to your house."

Mel slid out of her side of the booth and stood up. "Let's go."

I stood up. Amy slid out behind me. She'd already left a tip for Maggie. At the cash register we had a brief debate about who was going to pay the check. I acquiesced when Mel pointed out that earlier that afternoon I'd given her two hundred dollars.

When we stepped out into the parking lot it was dark. There was a quarter moon and the sky was filled with stars.

Mel once again drove their Jeep Cherokee while Amy and I followed in my Escape. We turned right out of Bobby's parking lot. After going about a half mile north on the highway we turned right again and followed a paved road east toward the slopes of the Santa Catalina Mountains. We traveled about a mile and then we turned left onto a dirt road. After going another mile we came to another dirt road. This road was narrower. A sign next to the road read: SimChan Ranch, Private Road, No Trespassing without permission of the owners. We turned right on this road and followed it east into the Santa Catalinas.

About a quarter mile down the road we came to a driveway that led to a two story stone ranch house. As Mel turned into the driveway the garage door opened. She pulled her Jeep into the garage next to an old Mercedes Benz convertible.

Amy said, "Park behind the Mercedes."

After pulling into the driveway and parking, we got out of my Escape and followed Mel through the garage into the house.

Once we were inside, Mel stopped in the kitchen and said; "We'll give you a tour in the morning when you can actually see something."

I smiled. "Okay."

Amy said; "Take off your clothes."

Laughing, I said; "Before you strip me naked aren't you going to at least give me a kiss?"

Shaking her head, Mel said; "The washer and dryer are just off the kitchen. We're going upstairs to our bedroom. If you undress down here we can save a trip. When we get upstairs you can watch us take off our clothes."

"Is that a promise?"

Giggling, Amy said; "Yes sweetie, it's a promise."

Both women watched as I quickly took off my shoes, socks, shirt and trousers. I didn't feel at all self conscious, but I was excited. When I pushed my boxer shorts to the floor and stepped out of them my erect penis sprang to attention.

As Mel gathered up my clothes Amy grabbed my erection and said; "Mel you're absolutely right. He does have a magnificent cock."

I blushed.

Laughing, Amy said; "He's also cute. Look at him, he's blushing. Mel, we're going upstairs to the bedroom. I'll start the shower."

Already in the laundry room, Mel called back, "I'll be right there."

Giving my penis a gentle tug, Amy said; "Come on cutie, it's shower time." She led me upstairs.

I followed without complaint.

Their bedroom was impressive. It was a large and very feminine. A massive king sized four poster bed occupied the center of the room. The walls were white with pink trim. The carpet was a deep shade of pink. The lace trimmed curtains and bed spread were white with pink, yellow and baby blue flowers. The French provincial furniture was arranged symmetrically. Each side of the room had identical pieces; a makeup table with a large mirror and a chair, a dresser and a bedside table. A painting at least four feet by six feet was centered on the wall opposite the foot of the bed. It depicted two naked women, one African American and one Caucasian. They were making love. It was a well executed painting. I suspected that it was a custom creation.

As soon as we were inside the room Amy started stripping off her clothes. A moment later Mel walked in and immediately started taking off her clothes too.

Once they were both naked Mel grabbed my hand and said; "Come on Michael, it's shower time."

I followed them into the largest and most luxurious bathroom I'd ever encountered. It was actually three rooms. All three rooms were finished in marble and stone the color of rich caramel swirled with sweet cream. The fixtures were brass. The outer room was taken up by two sinks, walnut shelving and cabinets and a giant mirror. A door on the left side of the room led into a small lavatory. A door in the wall at the far end of the outer room led to the bathing room. A whirlpool bathtub big enough for two occupied the space on the right side of that room. On the left side there was a glass enclosed shower stall large enough to comfortably accommodate four people. There was a shower spray at each end of the stall and a third spray in the center of the ceiling pointing straight down.

Awe struck, I paused in the doorway.

Noticing my astonishment, Amy said; "I gather you're impressed by our bathroom."

Nodding, I said; "It's beautiful."

Mel said; "Thank you, we like it."

As Amy stepped into the shower stall and turned a handle that started all three sprays, I said; "I can see why."

Grabbing my hand, Mel led me into the shower. "Come on Michael, we'll take turns washing each other."

That's exactly what we did and it was memorable. I loved Jeanne, so showering with her would always be special; but Amy and Mel were beautiful mature women with large breasts and soft supple bodies. Washing them and being washed by them was a thrilling experience.

After we showered we dried each other with large fluffy bath towels and then the two women led me back to their bedroom. Mel pulled down the bed covers.

While she was doing that Amy pulled her makeup table chair over to the foot of the bed and said; "Sit here Michael. In a few minutes you can join us, but first we'd like you to watch. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Grinning, I said; "You know I would."

As she climbed onto the bed, Mel said; "You can stroke yourself while you watch, but we don't want you to cum. We want to do that. Promise us Michael, promise us that you won't make yourself cum while you watch us."

"I promise."

Amy said, "Thank you." And then she climbed onto the bed next to Mel.

They kissed and then they hugged. As they hugged their kisses became more intense. Within seconds they were making out.

A true voyeur, I watched, breathless with excitement. Two beautiful women were making love. I'd seen countless videos of lesbian sex scenes, but this was entirely different. It was taking place just a few feet in front of me and it was real. Mel and Amy were writhing together in a fervor of rampant lust, their hands freely exploring and fondling each other's naked bodies.

Unconsciously, my fingers found my erect penis. I stroked myself, but as soon as I realized what I was doing I stopped. I'd promised Mel and Amy that I wouldn't cum while I watched them. I wanted to keep that promise; so as I sat in that chair at the foot of their bed I held my cock without moving my hand. That was all the pleasure I dared give myself.

Amy began kissing her way down Mel's naked body, first her breasts and then lower. Mel cooed as Amy tongued her pierced naval and then she gasped as Amy's fingers found the moist folds of her sex.

After taking a moment to finger Mel Amy turned around and climbed on top of her. Her cunt was now inches from Mel's face and her face was inches from Mel's sex. As Amy lowered her lips to Mel's cunt she smiled at me. I was struck by the expression of unbridled sexuality in her eyes.

I can't explain why, but suddenly I wondered if Jeanne's eyes had that same expression when she sucked another man's cock. As I considered that I realized that if Jeanne and I continued down our current path a day would eventually come when I would be sitting in a chair at the end of a bed much like this one, only I'd be watching Jeanne while she pleasured another man.

My mind suddenly filled with uncertainty. Could I handle that? Did I want that? Would I be overwhelmed with jealousy? Would Jeanne think I was a pervert or even worse, a wimp?"

Looking up, Amy noticed the my agitated expression. She rolled off of Mel and asked; "Michael, what's wrong? You look upset."

Mel sat up and looked at me. After a moment she asked, "Do you feel left out? Don't worry baby, we're going to include you. We just thought that since you told us you liked to watch we'd start by putting on a little show for you."

Shaking my head, I explained; "No that's not the problem. Both of you are wonderful. You're show is wonderful. You're right, I do like to watch." And then I whispered, "That's the problem."

"What do you mean?" Amy's voice was gentle and understanding.

"While I was watching you it occurred to me that it was very likely that sometime in the future I'd be sitting in a chair at the end of a bed just like this one watching Jeanne and another man."

Nodding, Mel said; "And all the fears and doubts you have about Jeanne's new life style came bubbling to the surface, didn't they."

Suddenly feeling ashamed of my insecurities I quietly answered; "Yes."

Amy slid down to the end of the bed, reached out and took my hand. "Come here baby. You need to lie between us." She pulled me to my feet.

Mel patted the spot on the bed next to her. "Come lie right here baby."

I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Mel. Amy lay down on the other side of me.

As soon as we were settled, Mel said; "Michael, you don't have anything to be ashamed about. You're wife is dating other men and you're beginning to realize that you find it exciting. So what? There's absolutely nothing wrong with that."

Shaking my head, I said; "But..."

Amy jumped on me. "No buts, none. Michael, sex is wonderful. It's a gift to all of us. It feels great and it's natural. It's even healthy. It's also easily tailored to fit a myriad of different desires."

Mel said, "Listen to her Michael, she's right. Men love women, women love men. Some men love other men and some women love other women. For some people power becomes an extra spice. Others get a thrill from surrendering power. There are people who like to watch and other people who enjoy being watched. It's all fun and as long as it's consensual and everyone is an adult it's all okay."

Laughing, I said; "That's not the prevailing view point of our culture."

Looking at me, Amy said; "You're concerned about the opinion of others."

I said; "It's hard not to be."

Amy smiled. "You're right about that, but should you be concerned about it?."

Mel said; "Michael, Amy and I are extremely familiar with the feelings of insecurity that come from the disapproval of our peers. We're prostitutes. Most people view us a pariahs." Laughing, she said; "They have scads of nasty names for us."

Amy was nodding. "That's right. People call us whores, hookers, floozies, harlots and strumpets. They're ready to judge us and condemn us without even bothering to learn anything about us."

"But should they condemn us?" Mel was now sitting up. "All we do is give pleasure to a few old men. Is that wrong? We charge for our services, but so do lawyers and doctors. Every single one of our clients will tell you that we give them their money's worth when they visit us. How many professions can make that claim?"

Smiling, Amy said; "It used to bother us, but it doesn't anymore. Vince taught us that the only opinion that matters is our own. He told us that we have to be true to ourselves and if we do that we'll be good people."

Mel said; "Michael, we don't cheat our clients, we don't do haves, we've never had a pimp and we're very careful about sexually transmitted diseases. All we do is make people happy. Should we be ashamed of that?"

I shook my head. "No, of course not."

Continuing, Mel said; "Your wife occasionally enjoys other men. So what? Does that mean she doesn't love you? Based on what you told us about this past weekend I think we can rule that out as a reamisterable possibility."

Nodding, Amy said; "That's right. She made it very clear that she loves you and needs you. Michael I love Mel and Mel loves me. This is Monday night. By Friday night both of us will have had sex with at least ten different men and we'll have enjoyed every one of them. Does that mean we don't love each other? Hell no! That's the beauty of sex. It can take a myriad of different forms. It can be a wonderful expression of love, but it can also be nothing more than an exciting and pleasurable activity."

Mel said; "You like to watch. You're not the only permister who enjoys doing that. Whenever Vince visits us he always spends a little time in that chair watching Amy and me fuck and he likes to jack off while he's watching. We like it too. We think it's hot."

"He does." Amy was grinning. "And we enjoy watching too. Sometimes we take turns sitting in the chair. I love watching Mel suck Vince's cock and she loves watching me do it."

"I really do." Mel was grinning too.

Continuing, Amy said; "Sex is fun. The only problem with it is that
it's gotten all convoluted in people's minds. For some reamister the so called proper people started being ashamed to admit that they enjoy it."

Mel said; "And most of them are hypocrites. In Vegas we used to laugh about the number of preachers who purchased our services."

Amy shook her head. "While they were in Las Vegas they partied with hookers, but when they returned home they delivered sermons about the evils of infidelity."

Lying down on her side, Mel reached over and gently wrapped her fingers around my limp penis. "Baby if it excites you to think about your wife with other men enjoy it. There certainly isn't any reamister to be ashamed about it."

Amy placed her hand on my balls. "You should enjoy it. It's fun. Now close your eyes. We'll show you just how much fun it can be."

I closed my eyes.

Amy said; "Tell us again, what was the name of that man Jeanne wanted to date?"

I quietly answered, "Trent Peters."

Slowly stroking my cock, Mel said; "Think about Jeanne and Trent. They've just returned from an intimate dinner date. They're sitting on the couch in your living room. You're sitting in a stuffed chair across from them. The three of you are having a glass of wine and making small talk about the restaurant where they had dinner. The conversation wanes. Trent looks at you. It's a request for final permission. Jeanne is watching. You nod. They both smile. Trent sets his glass of wine on the coffee table and then staring into your wife's eyes he takes her glass. After setting it on the coffee table next to his, he places his fingers on Jeanne's cheek, gently turns her face and kisses her on the lips."

"Jeanne kisses him back." Amy was gently squeezing my balls. "She's enjoying Trent's kiss, not because she loves him, but because it's exciting and she knows it's the prelude to even more excitement. You watch as Trent moves his hand to Jeanne's breast. She doesn't try to stop him. In fact it's clear to you that she doesn't want him to stop."

Mel picked up the story. "Trent begins massaging Jeanne's breast. It's still covered by the bodice of her cocktail dress, but that doesn't matter. You're watching another man kiss and touch your wife. You've fantasized about this moment for the past year. Now that it's happening the excitement is maddening."

Still rubbing my balls, Amy whispered; "Trent stops kissing Jeanne and slips the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Jeanne quickly pulls her arms free of the straps and pushes the dress to her waist exposing her large breasts. You stare. They're beautiful. You've always loved them. While you long to touch them, you know that won't be allowed until much later. At this moment only Trent is allowed to touch your wife."

I took a long slow breath. Amy was hinting at cuckold desires, desires that I was just beginning to acknowledge during my most intense masturbation fantasies. After I orgasmed and my lust was sated these same desires created feelings of guilt and shame for me.

Noticing my dismisterance, Mel kissed my cheek and asked; "Are you doing okay baby?"

I nodded.

She said; "It's all right, there's nothing wrong with the feelings you're experiencing right now. Don't let your inhibitions prevent you from enjoying the pleasure and excitement they produce in you. Let yourself go. Have fun with these feelings; relish them, savor them."

Shaking my head, I said; "But they seem so wrong."

Smiling, Mel asked; "Why?"

Chuckling, I said; "I don't know, they just do."

Amy asked, "Do you actually believe those feelings are wrong or are you just convinced that's what you're supposed to believe?"

"Jeanne and I have had this same conversation. She feels that all our lives we've been conditioned to accept certain moral standards without question."

Amy said; "And Jeanne started questioning the tacit acceptance of those rigid moral standards."

"Yes, that's exactly what happened."

"And now you're beginning to question those same moral standards, but you haven't yet been able to completely convince yourself that they aren't valid." Amy was patiently guiding me through this dilemma.

Shrugging, I said; "Overcoming years of conditioning isn't easy."

Nodding, Amy said; "You're right, it isn't; but if that conditioning is keeping you from enjoying your wife's new lifestyle, maybe trying to overcome it is a worthwhile effort."

"I am trying."

"Yes you are and we both admire you for doing that. It isn't easy."

Mel said; "We do admire you, but I think we've done enough talking tonight. It's time to play. Earlier this evening we promised to show you what we call a tandem blow job. Would you still like to try it?"

Grinning, I said; "Very much."

Sitting up, Amy kissed my cheek and pinched each of my nipples, then she seductively trailed her long painted fingernails down my chest and stomach to my cock. As she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my erection she said; "I've got bottoms."

Giggling, Mel said; "Thank you, you know how much I love starting on top." And then after pulling herself up so that she was facing my feet she straddled my head and slowly lowered her dripping cunt on to my face. As she was doing that she explained. "This really isn't a tandem blow job. We started out trying to take turns sucking Vince's cock, but it simply didn't work. A good blow job requires concentration, patience and most of all time. Shifting back and forth between two people wasn't satisfying for any of us, so we came up with this variation. Vince loves it. We hope you will too."

I tried to say; It's wonderful, but Mel was pressing her cunt into my face so it came out as muffled nonsense.

Amy said, "Don't try to talk baby, just kiss and lick." And then she slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

It was an amazing experience.

GH,
I hope you enjoyed writing that as much as I enjoyed reading it. As a voyeur maybe you would have enjoyed watching me. The smile on your face would probably have matched mine then. Thanks.

GH,

thank you for a wonderful segment. Michael is one lucky guy.

Hi GH,

That was an amazing segment to a wonderful story, thank's very much.

Ajax

Sweet!
bd-owned

Peak, Timmy, Ajax and BD Icqicq

Thank you, I really am enjoying this story. I hope you like Mel and Amy as much as I do. There are people who would suggest that I'm glorifying prostitution with this part of the story. To those people I would say that each of us, regardless of who we are, deserve to be judged by our own actions.

Thanks again

GH

We spent the next two hours doing every possible variation of that position. Amy sat on my face while Mel sucked my cock. Mel sat on my face while Amy rode me cowgirl and then Mel rode me cowgirl while Amy sat on my face. I came while Mel was riding me cowgirl. After I finished cumming I lay between Mel's legs and ate her cunt while Amy sat on her face and then I ate Amy's cunt while Mel took a turn riding Amy's face.

They surprised me when they told me it was my turn to ride. A little nervous, I mounted Amy's face. She licked my balls and my ass and stroked my cock while Mel lay between her legs with her face buried in her cunt. It was amazing, I could have done that forever, but of course we had to switch. I mounted Mel's face and while she licked me and stroked my cock Amy was lying between her legs eating her cunt. It was just as amazing.

Our grand finale started with me lying on my back while Amy and Mel took turns pumping my cock and biting my nipples. You might think that after everything we'd done a dual handjob would be anticlimactic. Believe me, it wasn't. Having two women masturbate you at the same time is an unforgettable experience.

When I orgasmed Mel and Amy caught my cum in the palms of their hands. They rubbed it into each others breasts and then they moved into a sixty-nine position and licked each other to one last orgasm while I watched. It was an incredible way to end an amazing evening.

Exhausted and completely spent we cuddled up together and immediately fell arelax in each other's arms.

The next morning I awoke alone in the bed. I sat up and looked around. Slowly I remembered where I was. I noticed that my clothes were neatly piled on Amy's dresser. I got up, used the lavatory and took a quick shower. After I showered I noticed a tooth brush, tooth paste, shaving cream and a razor lying next to one of the sinks with a note that said, Michael, these are for you.

I shaved, brushed my teeth, got dressed and went down stairs. Amy and Mel were in the kitchen. Mel was frying bacon. Amy was sitting at the kitchen table takeing coffee.

When I walked into the kitchen they both smiled. Amy said; "Good morning relaxy head."

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 7:35. Shrugging, I said; "I had a long day yesterday."

Smiling, Amy said; "We understand. We also get up early here. Do you take coffee?"

I nodded.

She stood up. As she poured a cup of coffee for me she asked, "Do you take cream or sugar?"

Shaking my head, I said; "No black is fine."

Giggling, Mel said; “It really is, isn't it.”

Amy rolled her eyes and then she handed the cup of hot coffee to me and took my wrist. "Come on, I want to show you something."

As Amy led me out of the kitchen Mel said; "I think you'll like this."

We passed through through a large dining room that featured a massive mahogany table with a matching hutch, buffet and side board.

Looking around, I said; "This is a beautiful dining room."

Amy answered, "It is, but we almost never use it. We don't do much entertaining."

I sensed a hint of melancholy in Amy's voice, but I didn't comment.

She led me through another door into the living room. Decorated in a classic western style, it was a grand room befitting a nineteenth century cattle baron.

The wall on the left side of the living room was taken up by a stone fireplace with a hand hewn mantel. A brown leather love seat and two leather arm chairs were arranged in a semicircle in front of the fireplace.

A large flat screen television filled most of the wall at the other end of the living room. A red velvet love seat and two matching arm chairs were arranged in a semicircle around the television.

The wall opposite from the dining room door was solid floor to ceiling windows. A door in the middle of these windows led to a veranda. Guiding me across the living room, Amy opened that door. We stepped out onto the veranda. I suddenly understood the true majesty of their house.

The view was spectacular. The rocky slopes of the Santa Catalina mountains dominated the vista to our left. In front of us there was a deep cactus and cholla filled canyon that stretched for at least a mile. A gentle slope to our right led to a corral and two small buildings. There were four horses in the corral. A man wearing a cowboy hat, a chambray work shirt, jeans and western boots was working around the buildings.

Amy said, "This is the main reamister we live in Catalina."

I smiled. "It really is beautiful."

"We love to come out here in the morning and take our coffee while we watch the sun come up over the mountains."

"I can see why? Are those your horses?"

"Yes, Mel and I both love to ride."

Laughing, I said; "I figured that out last night."

"It was fun, wasn't it."

"Oh yes."

Amy smiled at me. I smiled back at her.

After a moment I asked, "Who's the man working around the horses?"

"That's Juan. He and his wife, Isabel are our caretakers. They live in a house about a block down the road."

I nodded.

Amy said; "Let's go back to the kitchen. I'll bet breakfast is ready."

As soon as we walked into the kitchen Mel said, "Sit down, it's time to eat."

Three places were now set at the kitchen table. In the center of the table there was a bowl of scramred eggs, a platter of crisp bacon and a plate with a stack of toast. There was also a pitcher of orange juice, a dish of butter, a jar of jam and a bottle of hot sauce.

Amy picked up the coffee pot. As she refilled our cups she said; "Mel loves to cook and she's good at it which is lucky for me because I hate it and I'm terrible at it."

Mel pulled out a chair. As she was sitting down she said; "Sit down Michael. Last night we sucked your dick and you ate our pussys. You don't have to be shy around us anymore."

Grinning, I sat down. Amy put the coffee pot back on the warmer and joined us.

As soon as we were all settled Mel started passing the food. All three of us were hungry. For a few minutes we ate in silence.

Finally Mel said; "How did you like the view from our veranda?"

"I loved it, it's beautiful. This is a beautiful house."

Mel nodded. "Thank you, it's our dream house. We built it three years ago."

Amy asked, "Michael how long are you planning to stay in Tucmister?"

"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. I want to play a little golf here. I have to meet Jeanne and the girls in San Antonio on Christmas Eve. That's my only obligation. San Antonio is a two day drive from here so I guess I have to leave Tucmister by the 22nd of December."

"Until then why don't you stay with us? There are at least six golf courses within a twenty minute drive from here."

Mel said; "Michael, we like you. You're fun. We could have a really good time together."

I looked at both of them. "Are you serious?"

Amy said, "Michael, were very serious. We enjoy our life here, but because of what we do it's difficult to make friends. We always have to worry about being discreet."

Leaning forward, Mel said; "The people in town know we're strippers, but they don't know we're working girls. We try hard to keep that a secret. That means we have to be very careful about choosing friends."

Nodding, Amy said; "Our clients are all residents of the retirement communities. Discretion is just as important to them as it is to us. It's nice to have someone we can be honest and open with, some one who doesn't judge us. Please say you'll stay, at least for a little while."

They both stared at me, waiting.

Smiling, I said; "You're sure about this. I wouldn't want to impose."

Mel said, "You won't be imposing. Hell, just being able to cook for someone besides Amy will be a treat."

Amy stuck her tongue out at Mel. I laughed.

They both stared at me again.

Shaking my head, I said; "I would love to stay with you, but you have to make a promise to me."

Amy asked, "What is it?"

"If you get tired of me you have to tell me."

They both smiled. Mel said, "Does that mean you'll stay?"

"Let's try it for a week. A week from today all you have to do is say; Michael, it's been wonderful and I'll leave."

Nodding, Amy said; "And you can say the same thing to us."

"Agreed."

Mel said, "You're really going to stay?"

"If you'll have me."

Grinning, Mel cried; "Yesss." And then she looked at Amy and asked, "What should I make for dinner? It's a special occasion. It should be a special meal."

Smiling at me, Amy said; "She really does like to cook." And then turning to Mel she said; "Before we plan dinner I think we should take a look at today's schedule. This is a work day. We have dates with several gentlemen."

GH,

thank you - that was a fun read and "educational".

Looks like Michael is in for fun and hot week of golf, good food and hot sex. Oh and I almost forgot, some very interesting conversations.

GH,
I can see a rich seam of material opening up here. Not for nothing have you carefully crafted these two wonderful people. A master craftsman. Thanks.

I am loving this!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Timmy

I think he is too. Thanks

Peak

Thank you, I've said before that one of the most pleasurable parts of writing a story is that you get to create characters that you'd like to know.

Donna

Thank you

All three of you, thank you again.

GH

"You're right, we'd better check the book." There was a tone of necessary resignation in Mel's voice.

I understood. I liked my job, but there were mornings when I didn't want to go to work.

Amy stood up, walked over to a door at the far end of the kitchen, opened it and went inside.

Mel said, "That's our office. Amy's getting our appointment book."

A moment later Amy reappeared carrying a book. I recognized it immediately. It was a traditional bound appointment book. While smart phones were now replacing them, during the course of my career I'd seen countless books just like the one Amy was carrying. She sat back down at the table, opened it and found the correct page.

After a second she said; "Mel, you're entertaining John Devers at 9:00. I have an appointment with Mike Patrick at 11:00. You're seeing Mark Raymond at 1:00. Right now the 3:00 pm time slot is open."

Mel smiled. "Good that will give me time to go to the grocery store. I really would like to prepare a nice dinner."

Amy said; "Mel, it's 8:15."

Nodding, Mel stood up. "I'll go take a shower. Is the cottage ready?"

"I'm certain it is, but just to be sure I'll call Isabel."

Mel hurried out of the kitchen.

After Mel was gone Amy stood up, walked over to a cabinet next to the door that led to the garage, took out her purse and returned to the table.

As soon as she was seated she took out her cell phone and made a call. A moment later she said; "Good morning Isabel. We currently have three guests on the schedule for today; 9:00, 11:00 and 1:00. Is the cottage ready?"

There was a brief pause and then Amy said; "Good. Isabel, I also need to tell you that we have a house guest. He's going to be staying with us for several weeks. His name is Michael Nolan."

"No, you don't have to prepare the guest room, Michael will be relaxing with Mel and me."

"Yes, just like Senor Vince. Will you tell Juan about Michael."

"Thank you Isabel." Amy ended the call and set her cell phone on the table. "Isabel and Juan have been with us since we built this house three years ago. They're outstanding caretakers and we recognize that. We pay them well and provide a house for them."

Smiling, I said; "It sounds like a mutually beneficial relationship."

"It is." And then changing the subject, Amy said; "You've heard our schedule for the day, what's yours?"

Shrugging, I answered; "I have to go to my motel, pick up my things and check out; other than that I really don't have any plans. I suppose I could try out one of the golf courses around here, but frankly the drive from San Francisco took it's toll. I'm still a little tired."

"Why don't you just come back here and hang out with us."

"Aren't you going to be working?"

"Only one of us works at a time. That way we can watch out for each other."

"You're worried about the police?"

"In our line of work they're always a concern, but they're not our biggest worry."

"I don't understand."

"Michael, there are men out there who like to hurt women. Our profession puts us in a position that makes us vulnerable to those men. With our current clientele it's not as big an issue as it was in Las Vegas, but old habits die hard."

"So while one of you is entertaining a man the other one is acting as a life guard."

"That's a good analogy."

Suddenly Amy's purse started playing a tune. She said; "Excuse me, that's our business phone." She opened her purse, took out a second cell phone and said; "Hi, this is Simone."

After a moment she said; "I'm sorry, Chantel's not available right now, but if you'd like to visit with her I can set up a time. May I ask whose calling?"

"Jim Michaels; Hi Jim, Chantel's mentioned you several times. She always enjoys visiting with you. Would you like to get together with her?"

"Today? Jim we do have an opening at 3:00; but I'm sorry, Chantel's not available this afternoon. Would you be interested in visiting with me?"

Amy listened, after a moment she said; "Jim have you been a bad boy? Do you need to be punished? I can be very strict with boys who are naughty. In fact I'll tell you a little secret, punishing bad boys gets me very excited."

"Yes I'd love to visit with you this afternoon. I'm already looking forward to it. I'll meet you in the cottage at 3:00. Do you need me to review the directions?"

"Good."

"Yes, my honorarium is the same as Chantel's."

"I'll see you at 3:00. Bye Jim."

Amy switched off her phone. As she set it on the table next to her other cell phone Mel walked into the kitchen. When I saw her I had to smile. Dressed in a short black skirt and a sheer white blouse that was so tight it looked like the buttons might pop at any moment, she was the epitome of sexuality.

Laughing, I said; "I envy the lucky man you're meeting."

Mel grinned at me. "You like my outfit."

"Yeah, I do."

She raised her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. I stared at her shaved pussy.

Giggling, Mel said; "When I get back from my date maybe you'd like to play for a little while. John Devers has a big cock and it still gets hard. He loves to fuck and he can go for a really long time. After I'm finished with him a soothing tongue massage would feel very nice."

I was suddenly speechless.

Next to me, Amy said; "It will be good practice for you. When you get home I'm sure Jeanne would enjoy the same post date Therapy."

Mel leaned over. Lasciviously licking my ear, she whispered; "If you lick my pussy, I'll suck your cock."

Chuckling, I said; "The two of you are incorrigible."

Amy grinned. "Yes we are and our goal is to make you incorrigible too."

Throwing my hands in the air, I said; “What have I gotten myself into?"

Mel walked over, picked up my hand and placed it between her legs. "This is always one of your options."

I rubbed Mel's cunt. She was already wet. Smiling at her, I asked; "Are you always aroused?"

Laughing, Amy said; "Pretty much, that's why I want you to stay with us. I need someone to help me appease the insatiable sex monster.”

Rolling her eyes, Mel said; “That from a woman who could wear out an entire herd of Satyrs.

Amy looked at me. “Didn't satyrs used to chase nymphs? That could be fun.”

I shrugged. “I'm not sure. I think they were both part of the same mythology.”

Mel said; “It was the Greeks and I don't think they can be trusted. They were always too busy trying to fuck each other in the butt.”

“Mel honey, you love to get fucked in the butt.”

Grinning, Mel said; “I do. Maybe I'll ask Bob Devers if he wants to fuck me in the butt. I'll bet his big dick would feel really good back there.”

Amy shook her head and said, “Speaking of Bob Devers, shouldn't you be on your way to the cottage? You don't want to keep him and his big dick waiting.”

Suddenly serious, Mel said; “You're right, I'd better get going. Michael will you still be here when I get back?”

“I'll wait for you.”

“Good because we definitely have some unfinished business.” Mel turned and started towards the door. “Bob Devers isn't the only one who's going to get his cock sucked this morning.”

Amy called, “Hey Mel, before you go I have to tell you something.”

Mel stopped and turned around. “what is it?”

“Jim Micheals just called. He wanted a date.”

“Did you set up a time?”

“He wanted to see you this afternoon.”

“Oh” The disappointment in Mel's voice was evident.

Amy said; “Don't worry sweetie, I know you wanted to cook this afternoon, so I told him you weren't available. He's going to see me instead. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is. Is that all right with you?”

“Yes, it's just fine. He told me that he's been a bad boy and needs to be punished.”

“That's Jim, he's a kinky little guy.”

“Should I take him across my knee and spank him?”

“No, make him bend over one of the kitchen chairs and use the riding crop. Don't get carried away. He's married, you don't want to leave any marks. After he's begged you to forgive him make him lick your pussy and your ass, then make him jack off in front of you.”

“He'll enjoy that.”

“He'll be absolutely ecstatic.”

Giggling, Amy said; “We aim to please.”

“Yes we do and now I have to get to the cottage so I can please Bob Devers.” Mel turned and hurried into the garage.

A moment later I heard the garage door open and the Jeep Cherokee start up.

Amy glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 8:50. She picked up her cell phone and her coffee cup and walked over the coffee pot. As she was filling her cup she said; "Fill your cup, were going to go out and sit on the front porch."

I poured myself some more coffee and followed Amy through the living room into a small foyer just to the left of the stone fireplace. She opened the front door and we stepped out onto a wooden porch.

This was the first time I'd seen the front of the house in the daylight. Across the road was an expanse of open desert overgrown with cactus, cholla and shrubs. To the east, towards the mountains there were two small houses. The first was a stucco house similar to many of the houses I'd seen in Tucmister. This had to be the house used by Juan and Isabel. Beyond that house there was a small stone cottage. I assumed that this was where Mel was about to meet Bob Devers.

There were four unpainted wood rocking chairs placed side by side on the porch. Amy sat down. I sat down in the chair next to her.

Sitting in a rocking chair, on a wooden porch, on a crisp desert morning, staring at the mountains is a serene experience. Neither of us said anything. We just sipped our coffee and rocked in our chairs. I could easily have spent the rest of my life in that rocking chair. I didn't. Eventually the realities of life always seem to find a way to interrupt the periods of peace and serenity. In this case the interruption arrived in the form of a late model dark blue Lexus sedan.

Amy and I watched as the car slowed at the corner and turned onto the road into their property. The road was rutted and narrow, so the car continued to move slowly.

As the Lexus passed us and continued down the road towards Isabel and Juan's house and the cottage, Amy said; "That's Bob Devers."

She picked up her cell phone and pushed a button. After a moment she said, "Bob's on his way and it all looks good. Have fun, see you in an hour or so." Amy set her cell phone down and turned to me, "Everything seems to be going smoothly. What would you like to do now?"

"I know Mel wanted me to wait until she got back, but I think this might be a very good time for me to go to my motel, pick up my things and check out."

"I agree. I think Mel would too." Amy stood up. "Michael, I can't begin to describe how happy we are that we met you. Both Mel and I are looking forward to several fun weeks."

Standing up, I said; "I am too."

"Do you have everything you need?"

"I do."

Amy kissed my cheek and said; "I may see you before my one o'clock appointment, if not I'll see you at five."

"I'll be here."

"Do you know how to get back to the highway?"

"Keep the mountains at my back."

"That will work. Bye Michael."

"Bye Amy."

Amy took my coffee cup and went inside. I walked across the gravel and sand front yard to my Escape.

As I backed out of Amy and Mel's driveway I smiled. My journey was turning into a truly amazing adventure.

GH,

thank you for letting us go along for the ride. Great writing as always.

Boiling up nicely. Master chef at work ...

The plot thickens....

Great work, GH.

Great parts, I really loved Amy and Mel and I'am happy that Michael had some actions on his own.
What change will it make for Michael ? How will Jeanne react ? could they even break up and Michael living with Mel and Amy (I dont think, I know my GH ^^) ?
Well it's gonna be interesting !

Dear GH, Thanks for taking the time to write these recent segments! I am glad to see our man get a little TLC and reaffirmation of his merit !

GH. I have recently joined this site, but have followed Literotica for many years including submitted stories (I have two going at the moment but am v busy at work so haven't had the time or inspiration to get back to them for a bit). Your story is truly awesome. The character development is superb. The twists in the story keep you glued. I have all 9 pages of presentations in the last 2 nights. I can't wait to read what happens from here. Thank you so much for what obviously is a passion for you, and sharing it with us. Greatly appreciated. Ken Philips.

It keeps getting better!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Once again superb story line. Dude you are rocking this one!! Especially like the way Micheal has been given this chance to develop his own understanding of the new Jeanne and his marriage away from herand in his own time. Thanks

Timmy, Peak. sub4wife, vazkor, oldbearswitch, Ken Phillips, Donna and bobincols

Thank you for your comments and support. With this story I'm deviating from the usual cuckoldplace genre, so your positive feedback helps.

Vazkor, I will only tell you that Amy and Mel are major players in this story, but maybe with a character that you haven't yet met.

Ken Phillips Thank you, I have been posting at Literotica for eight years now. I would love to read your stories. Have you posted them at lit? If you haven't think about posting them here first. I always post my stories here when I'm writing them. The feedback is a wonderful motivator to write. Without it it's really easy to put the story aside and read other peoples stories. that's okay too, but I guarantee you that creating characters like Mel and Amy is fun.

All of you, thank you for your comments and support

GH

I hadn't unpacked at the motel so picking up my bags and checking out didn't take long. It was just before 11:00 when I pulled into Mel and Amy's driveway.

Mel was sitting in a rocker. She was waiting for Mike Patrick, Amy's eleven o'clock date, to drive by. As I was parking, she stood up and walked out into the yard. "Michael, park next to the driveway. We're going to need the Mercedes this afternoon."

I nodded.

Mel went back to the porch and sat down. After moving my car, I joined her.

As soon as I was seated I asked; "How was your date with John Devers?"

Chuckling, Mel said; "We had a good time. John's funny, he makes me laugh. He also has a big cock."

We both noticed a silver Buick coming down the road. We watched as it slowed and turned the corner into Amy and Mel's property.

Mel said, "Mike Patrick’s right on time."

We waved as he drove passed. He waved back.

Mel said; "He appears to be alone."

I nodded.

Picking up her cell phone, Mel pushed a button. A moment later she said; "Mike Patrick's on his way in. Everything looks good. Have fun." She switched off her phone.

As she set it on the table next to her, I said; "This might be a dumb question, but I'm going to ask it anyway. Do you like big cocks, I mean are they better? Are they more exciting?"

Mel looked at me. Realizing that I was asking the question seriously, she took a moment to consider her answer. Finally she said; "Michael all cocks are wonderful and the s******* and attitude of the man wielding the cock is a lot more important than it's size. That said, if the guy is a good lover; if he understands when he has to be slow and gentle and when he can be aggressive and demanding; a big cock can be an unbelievably exciting experience."

"I see."

Noticing the somber tone in my voice, Mel said; "You're worried that Jeanne's going to leave you for a man with a bigger cock, aren't you."

"I'm not sure it's a rational fear, but yes I do worry about that."

"Michael, please listen carefully to what I'm going to tell you."

"Okay."

"Now that Jeanne is dating she is going to find other men that are better sex partners than you are. Don't misunderstand me, you're good, you're very good; but there are men out there who are great. Jeanne is bound to encounter some of those men and she's going to enjoy them. when that happens you shouldn't be jealous, you should be happy for her. You've told me enough about Jeanne to convince me that she's not a shallow permister. She's not going to leave you for a man who's better in bed. Most people don't enter into relationships just for sex, especially women. We want a mate who's interesting, understanding, reliable and comforting. We want someone who has inner strength and intelligence. We want someone we can trust. Do you understand?"

"I do."

"Michael, I'm going to tell you a little secret. Both Amy and I are heterosexuals. We prefer men, we like cocks. We're open enough about sex that we can enjoy making love with each other and we do that frequently, but that's because we love each other. While I enjoy sex with men I would never leave Amy for a man. She's my soul mate. I trust her. We take care of each other. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I'm confident that she feels the same way about me."

"You're telling me that sex isn't the foundation of your relationship."

"It's certainly part of our relationship. We do enjoy sex with each other, but it's not the foundation. The foundation of our relationship is a mixture of love, trust and mutual concern. That's why we can have sex with other people without threatening our relationship. Our relationship isn't based on sex and you know what?"

"What?"

"I don't think any healthy relationship is based on sex. Think about it. You and Jeanne had years of happy marriage with what you have described as a very mediocre sex life. If your flowers hadn't incessantly challenged Jeanne's inhibitions about sex you would probably still be blissfully cohabiting, content with lots of cuddling and very little fucking and sucking."

I nodded.

"Michael, what I'm trying to say is that if Jeanne meets a man who has a big cock and knows how to use it don't feel threatened, be happy for her. She's having fun. She might go through a brief period of infatuation, but she isn't going to leave you for him. Sex is a lousy foundation for a relationship. Hell, that's why the fucking divorce rate in this country is fifty percent. Relationships based solely on sex never last."

"What if she meets a man who's handsome, has a great permisterality, earns a huge income and has a great big cock and knows hows to use it?"

Laughing, Mel said; "I'll pay you ten thousand dollars for his telephone number."

"You're telling me that isn't very likely."

"I think that if that man exists he's either already in a committed relationship or he isn't interested in one. Michael, the men who are attracted to Jeanne aren't interested in marriage."

"She told me that too."

"Did she explain why?"

"Yes, she told me that younger men want a young wife so they can have youngren."

"She's right. What did she say about older men?”

“They want a wife they can trust and she's already demonstrated that it's likely that she'll cheat."

"She's exactly right. Amy and I have the same problem but we're prostitutes so men are even less likely to trust us."

"Have either of you ever had a boyfriend?"

"We've both had a few, but they never lasted long. Most guys have a hard time accepting our profession. The guys who have tried all wanted to reform us. We were a challenge to them. You know, I'm so hot that I turned a whore into an honest woman. Of course once they've reform us they lose interest in the relationship."

"Has that happened?"

Mel nodded. "To both of us."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's part of growing up. Sometimes people have a hard time accepting who you are."

Mel paused for a moment and then she said; "Michael, that's why we like you so much. You do accept who we are. You haven't tried to change us. You haven't cross examined us about our profession. All you've done is listen to us and occasionally ask a question. When you did ask questions they were appropriate. You didn't ask us if we were sexually used when we were youngren or if we were neglected or emotionally deprived. You just accepted that we are who we are. Baby, that's admirable."

I shrugged.

Mel continued. "We were also impressed by the way you handled your problems with Jeanne. While you did leave her, most men would have kicked her to the curb before they left. Before you left you took steps to make sure she was financially secure. Since then you've actually tried to understand what she's doing and why she's doing it. Michael that makes you a truly amazing man."

"I don't believe that most people would consider me an amazing man. I'm certain that most people would think I'm a cuckold wimp."

"I don't agree with the wimp part, but you certainly are a cuckold." Mel paused for a moment and then she asked. "Is that really bad? Michael, I'm a cuckold too. At this very moment the woman I love is most likely unzipping a man's pants so she can suck his cock. This morning a man fucked me for at least thirty minutes. That means Amy is also a cuckold. Hell, right now this is a house full of cuckolds. You know what Michael, tonight I think that we should take a toast to that. The three of us love our mates enough to allow them to enjoy all of the pleasure that can life offer."

"You make it sound so reamisterable."

"Because it is reamisterable. If Jeanne goes to that bar tonight, you know the one I'm talking about, the one where married people go to meet other married people for a quickie on the way home from work."

"Brady's Pub."

"Is that the name of the place?"

"Yes."

"If she goes to Brady's, picks up some guy, goes out to his car with him and sucks his dick will she be hurting you? Even if you were at home with her and you had to wait an extra hour or so to have dinner, would she really be hurting you?"

"No, not really."

"And she'd be having a whole lot of fun. Michael, sucking dicks is one of the great pleasures of life." She paused. "I suppose that might be a little hard for you to understand, although I don't think it should be. Permisterally, I love to eat pussy."

Laughing, I said; "That I can understand."

"You mean that eating pussy is fun."

"That's right."

"For Jeanne sucking a cock is just as much fun. Michael honey, genitals..." Mel laughed, "That's kind of a stuffy word, but it's the one that fits so I'm going to use it. Genitals are fun. They're exciting, alluring; hell, they can even be mesmerizing. Burying your face in a sopping wet cunt is thrilling, isn't it."

I smiled. "Yes it is."

"Playing with an erect cock is just as thrilling for a woman. Holding it, stroking it, rubbing it against your cheeks and lips and most of all putting it in your mouth and sucking it is unbelievably exciting. I envy Jeanne. I wish I knew about a place like Brady's Pub in Tucmister. Amy and I would go there several evenings a week. It would be so nice to occasionally be able to enjoy a little anonymous play without any entanglements."

"Don't you get that from your dates?"

"Somewhat, that's one of the reamisters we're in the profession; but when we're with a client he's paying us. That means his pleasure comes first. Once in a while I'd like to be able to enjoy a cock without worrying about whether or not its owner is having fun. At a place like Brady's a woman can do that."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "I suppose that sounds selfish, but I don't actually think it is."

"It's not. The men are getting a blow job. That's going to make most of them so happy that they aren't even going to consider the possibility that you might not be focusing all of your attention on giving them pleasure."

"I think you're right."

"What you just told me gives me a little better understanding of what Jeanne is doing, but it's still hard to understand how she can be content about not getting anything in return."

"Michael, that's the point. Sometimes a permister doesn't need anything in return. The act itself is the reward. Sexual arousal is fun. Men go to strip clubs just to look at women dancing naked. You like to watch porn. Those movies don't give you pleasure. You get pleasure because they arouse you."

"And then I give myself pleasure." I was grinning.

Mel grinned back. "That's right and that's exactly what I'd do if I went to a place like Brady's. I'd find a nice hard cock to play with and then I'd go home and rub myself to several orgasms. A full session of hot passionate sex with a partner is fun, but it can also be taxing and time consuming. Sometimes a permister just wants a little quick uninvolved excitement."

"I guess that makes sense."

"I know exactly how to explain this." Mel stood up, "Come on, lets go inside the house."

I followed Mel into the living room. She walked over to the chairs in front of the fireplace, unfastened her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles. As she was stepping out of them she said, "Take off your pants but leave your boxers on."

Curious about what we were doing, I took off my trousers. I already had an erection. Mel is a beautiful woman. Seeing her in a pair of lacy white bikini panties is exciting.

There was an arm chair at each end of the couch. Pointing to the one closest to me, Mel said; "Pull that chair around so it's facing me." And then she pulled her chair around so it was facing my chair. "Sit down in your chair. I'm going to go first. If you have an accidental discharge that will give you time to recover."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to enjoy your cock and when I'm done you're going to enjoy my pussy. After we've both had a chance to enjoy each other we're going to sit in our chairs and watch each other masturbate."

"You're kidding."

"No I'm not and if you relax and give it a chance I think you'll find out that it's fun."

Chuckling, I said; "Okay, I'll give it a try."

"Pull down your boxers and sit down."

I pulled down my underwear and sat in my chair. My six inch penis was sticking straight up.

Mel walked over to me and kneeled between my legs.

As she wrapped her fingers around my cock I asked, "Aren't you going to take off you tee shirt and your panties?"

Shaking her head, she looked up at me and said; "No, this isn't for you, it's for me. When I'm finished you'll get your turn. Now try not to cum, but if you do relax and enjoy it."

"Okay."

For the next fifteen minutes Mel played with my cock. She stroked it and sucked it. She studied it, kissed it, twisted it and turned it. She rubbed and kissed my balls and then she played with my cock some more. A couple of times I had to close my eyes, bite my lip and count backwards from a hundred to keep from cumming, but I managed to do it.

Finally she looked up at me and said; "Thank you, that was wonderful. Now it's your turn." She stood up, walked over to her chair, took off her panties, sat down and spread her legs."

Still amazed by the game we were playing I stood up and walked over to her.

As I kneeled between her legs, she said; "Enjoy yourself." And then she winked at me.

The previous weekend in San Francisco had been the first time that Jeanne and I had ever had uninhibited sex. In the past she'd occasionally allowed me to go down on her, but only with reluctance and restraint. Now Mel was freely offering herself to me; not for her pleasure, but for mine. I'd just done the same thing for her. I'd given her my cock for her own permisteral enjoyment and now she was giving me her pussy for my enjoyment.

I started to eat Mel out in very typical fashion; but then realizing that wasn't really what she was trying to get me do do, I stopped. Instead I sat back and for the first time in my life I looked closely at a woman's cunt, not on a video; but in real life. As I studied Mel's pussy, I had to agree with her. They really are beguiling.

I gently touched Mel with my fingertips. She was wet, that made it even more exciting. Leaning forward I kissed her and then I licked my lips and tasted her. Wanting more, I extended my tongue and tasted her again.

Above me, Mel cooed with delight. That made me smile. While I realized that giving her pleasure wasn't my task, knowing that she was enjoying this made it even more enjoyable for me.

I spent the next ten minutes kissing, tasting and playing with Mel's sex. When I moved up to her clit I decided to be a little adventurous. I kissed it and licked it, but then I blew on it and flicked it with my nose. That made Mel laugh. When I sucked it into my mouth she gasped. For a moment I held it there savoring it's presence between my lips and then bursting with excitement I moved down and licked her with a frenzy that exposed my unbridled lust.

Laughing, Mel reached down and pulled me up.

I smiled at her, my face glistening with the moisture of her arousal. "That was fun."

Mel giggled. "Yes it was. Go sit in your chair. It's time for us to jack off."

As I sat down I asked, "Can girls jack off?"

In a voice filled with mock indignation, Mel proclaimed; "Damn right we can, in fact I'll bet I can jack off better than you can."

"Are you making this into a contest?"

"Hell yes, but it's not a race. Jackin off should never be a race. It needs to be savored and enjoyed."

"Okay, but if it's not a race what criteria do we use to evaluate the quality of our efforts?"

"The intensity of the pleasure derived from the experience. For that we need an impartial judge."

"And she just arrived." It was Amy. She was standing immediately behind me.

Mel asked, "How was your session with Mike Patrick?"

"It was fine. Mike's always a gentleman, but he's a glutton for head. My lips are in a state of total exhaustion."

Laughing, Mel said; "A hazard of our profession."

Grinning, Amy said; "It is, but enough about that; I want to know what's going on here. You're both sitting in chairs that have been moved so that they're directly opposite from each other. You're both naked from the waist down and you're arguing about who can jack off better. I've clearly missed something."

Mel told Amy about the discussion and activities that had led up to the current situation.

When she was finished Amy shook her head and said; "And now you're having a contest to see who can jack off the best."

Mel nodded. "That's right."

"And you want me to judge the contest."

"That would be nice."

"I just spent the last hour sucking Mike Patrick's cock. I'd rather be a contestant."

Smiling, Mel said; "That's an even better idea. When we're done we can vote to decide who won."

Amy said; "You do realize that it's likely that method will result in a draw."

"I know and that will be okay too."

"All right then, I'll take the couch."

I stood up. Shaking my head, I said; "No, that won't work. If the contest is going to be fair we all have to compete in same conditions. You might decide to lie down on the couch. That would be an unfair advantage."

Giggling, Mel said; "He's right Amy."

I walked across the living room, picked up one of the arm chairs from the grouping in front of the television and carried it back to the fireplace.

As I set it down Mel said; "Since we can't be opposite from each other anymore I suggest we sit in tight triangle."

Amy said; "Good idea Mel."

I agreed too. It seemed like a perfectly reamisterable suggestion to me.

We carefully positioned the three chairs. Amy took off her skirt and panties.

Once the three of us were settled Mel said, "Is everyone ready?"

Amy and I nodded.

Mel said; "Remember, this is not a race. We're looking for orgasm intensity and excitement. The competition continues until all three of us have cum at least one time."

Amy asked, "Can we earn extra points for multiple orgasms?"

I protested. "Hey that's not fair."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "I disagree. You have the advantage of being able to ejaculate into the air. That will be impressive. Multiple orgasms provide Amy and me with an opportunity to offset that advantage."

We were all laughing.

I said; "All right, I'll go along with extra points for multiple orgasms as long as I get points for height, distance and amount."

Amy raised her eyebrows. "Amount?"

"I can dream."

Mel and Amy both giggled. "Yes you can."

Suddenly Mel said; "Just a minute." She stood up and hurried into the bedroom. A moment later she returned carrying two bath towels. As she spread them out in front of me, she said; "We don't want to make a mess on the carpet."

Amy said; "Good thinking Mel."

Mel sat down. Once she was settled she asked, "Is everyone ready?"

Amy and I both nodded one more time."

Mel said; "On three. One, two, three."

We began.

Mel and Amy both started slowly. I understood immediately. This wasn't a race, it was a contest of intensity and excitement. I followed their lead and stroked myself slowly while I watched their fingers deftly massage their glistening cunts. As we masturbated our excitement grew, our speed and intensity increased and our interest in the contest dwindled.

Amy was the first one to cum. As she was recovering from the thrill of her climax Mel said; "She always has been able cum more quickly than I can."

Amy said, "Yes, but when you come you always scream louder than I do."

"That's because I'm from Chicago. All the women from Chicago are screamers. It's in our genes."

Amy and I both rolled our eyes.

Mel started vigorously rubbing her clit. After a moment she started to pant.

Amy said, "She's getting close. She always pants before she cums."

Suddenly Mel arched her back and emitted a red curdling scream and then she started to shake. It was a monumental orgasm.

Laughing, Amy said; "when it comes to orgasms, my baby is a pro."

Mel, who was starting to regain her composure said; "I told you, I'm from Chicago. It's in my genes."

Amy shook her head and then she closed her eyes and refocused her attention on the pleasure she was giving herself with her fingers.


Mel was still quietly reclining in her chair, but I noticed that her fingers were once again beginning to move. I kept pumping my erection at a steady pace. I was enjoying this game. I didn't want it to end quickly.

Amy and Mel both came again, first Amy and then Mel. As Mel orgasmed I felt my own excitement beginning to mount. I pumped my cock harder and faster.

Amy said, "He's going for it."

"Yes he is. It's fun to watch, isn't it."

Feeling the sensations of pleasure building in my loins, I realized that I'd reached the point where an orgasm was both imminent and inevitable. I slowed my pace. I wanted to savor the next few moments.

Sensing what was about to happen, both Mel and Amy were watching me intently.

Squeezing hard, I slowly and deliberately pumped my cock. The pleasure continued to build and then as it reached an intense crescendo a spurt of semen erupted from the tip of my erect penis. It formed an arc about a foot in the air and landed on the towel in front of me. Another spurt, not quite as high followed the first and then there was a third that just barely made it to the towel.

Amy and Mel applauded.

Mel stood up and walked over to me. Kneeling between my legs she said; "I'm not going to let this wonderful cum go to waste." She picked up my still erect penis and licked the oozing semen off of it.

Still rubbing her cunt, Amy laughed. "Mel you always have been a cum hungry slut."

Giggling, Mel said; "Yes I have and one of the downsides of our profession is we always have to use condoms."

Once my cock started to soften Mel stood up and said, "It's time to vote."

Amy said; "Mel I think we should call it a draw."

Smiling, I said; "I agree. An orgasm can't possibly be given a quantitative value. By definition they're all wonderful, so all three of us have to be winners."

"Our accountant speaks." Amy was laughing.

Mel grinned. "And we're both smart enough to never argue with an accountant, so a draw it shall be."

Amy said, "Mel I hate to do this to you, but it's 12:30. You're scheduled to entertain Mark Raymond in thirty minutes."

"You're right, I'd better go shower."

Mel gathered up the two towels she'd laid out to protect the carpet and hurried into the bedroom.

As soon as she was gone Amy stood up. As she was putting her panties and Jeans back on she said; "Michael, do you understand what Mel was trying to teach you?"

"I guess so, I think I now have a better understanding of why Jeanne enjoys going to Brady's so much. It's an easy way for her to enjoy a cock without getting involved in a lot of emotional or social entanglements. It's actually the same reamister I occasionally like to watch an erotic movie."

Smiling, Amy said; "You got it."

"Amy, have you and Mel decided to become my teachers?"

"Would that be a problem for you?"

I considered that. After a moment I said; "More than anything I want to find a way to be able to stay together with Jeanne. I'm close to being able to accept her new lifestyle, but I'm not quite there yet. Right now I think I can use all the help I can get; so no, if you want to be my teachers it won't be a problem for me. In fact I'll welcome your help."

Amy threw her arms around me. As she hugged me, she said; "Sweetie you are about to begin cuckold boot camp."

GH,

you made my weekend. It's dreary and cold outside and your segments warmed up assorted body parts.

I'm beginning to think that this is going to be your best story ever.

Don't get me wrong, they are all great but there is something special about this one.

Hot Damn GH.
I asked Mrs B if i could go to cockold boot camp too and she said yes. Can you give me directions from Ohio? Lol.
Having read many authors your development of Michael's education is nothing but OUTSTANDING! Thank for the continuing effort!
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