Awakening

With apologies to the USMC ...

I don’t know but I’ve been told
I don’t know but I’ve been told

Mel and Amy are pure gold
Mel and Amy are pure gold

I don’t know but it’s been said
I don’t know but it’s been said

GH tales stay in your head
GH tales stay in your head

GH. I have several stories at Lit. Just loaded up Chapter 2 of my new story tonight. Yes, I will think abt switching here as there appear to be fewer trolls here. I am curious as to where this Mel & AMy adventure is going to lead. Michael is definitely no ordinary submissive cuckold. What is Jeanne up to with Trent? Ken

After reading that, I really could use some of Michael's tongue on my pussy.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Timmy

I grew up in Minnesota. I understand. Winter is definitely a good time to read.

As always, thanks for the comment.

bnbincols

Head south to I 40. Take it west to Albuquerque. Go south on I 25... On second thought you'd better PM me for directions. The location is a closely guarded secret.

Thanks for the comment.

Peak

I am always impressed by the breadth of your knowledge. Have you by chance been to cuckold boot camp?

They sing mistergs like:

I don't know but I've been told.

My wife's boyfriend is twenty years old

She sucks his dick while he plays with her tits

Watching them always gives me fits.

I think it's apparent why I try to write prose rather than poetry

Thank you for the comment and the marching misterg.

Ken Philips

I read your story about the adult resort. It was the first one you posted at Lit. I enjoyed it and I intend to read more.

Posting at this site and at Lit are not mutually exclusive. I always post my stories here first. When I finish them I post them at Lit.

Thanks for the comment

Donna

I think Michael would enjoy that too.

Thanks for the comment

All of you, thank you again for your comments. They are appreciated.

GH

Amy and I put the furniture back in place. When we finished I went out to my Escape and brought my bags up to the guest bedroom. I'd be relaxing with Amy and Mel, but since there wasn't any spare space in their room, the guest room was going to be my closet.

As soon as my bags were put away we went back downstairs. Mel was just leaving. She was dressed in a pink miniskirt, a pink brassiere, pink fishnet stockings held up by a pink garter belt and pink spike heeled pumps.

When I saw her I shook my head and said; "You look fabulous."

Giggling, Mel asked; "Good enough to eat?" She lifted the hem of her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties."

I laughed. "Sit on the counter and I'll do you right now."

Shaking her head, Mel said, "Sorry baby, right now that pussy's not for you. For the next couple of hours it belongs to Mark Raymond."

Amy leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You're a cuckold, get used to hearing that."

"The lesmisters continue." I was smiling.

Amy slipped her hand down the front of my jeans. As she wrapped her fingers around my cock she said; "Isn't that what you want."

Mel was watching me.

I slowly nodded. "Yes, that's exactly what I want."

Still holding my cock, Amy said; "Good because we're eager to help you."

Mel leaned against the kitchen counter and stuck out her rear. "You can't have my pussy right now, that has to be clean and fresh for my date, but you could still give me a good bye kiss."

"It is the proper way for a cuckold to say good bye to his wife when she leaves to meet her lover." Amy pulled her hand out of my pants and gave me a little nudge.

I got down on my knees behind Mel, spread her beautiful milk chocolate cheeks and pressed my lips to her anus."

She let me kiss and lick her for a moment and then she said, "Okay, move over, Amy gets a turn too."

I stood up and stepped away.

Amy got down on her knees behind Mel and said; "I think this may have to become a regular ritual in this house."

As Amy spread Mel's cheeks and kissed her ass, Mel said; "I'm on board with that plan. I love having my ass kissed, but I want to do a little kissing too."

Amy stood up. "Don't worry baby, Michael and I will both be happy to give you a turn."

Giggling, Mel said; "I'm going to hold both of you to that."

Amy glanced at the clock on the wall. It was ten minutes to one. "You can, but right now you'd better hustle that luscious brown ass of yours down to the cottage. You don't want Mark Raymond to get there before you do."

Mel nodded. "You're right. I'll see you in an hour and a half." She hurried into the garage. A moment later we heard the garage door open and then a car started.

Amy turned and walked through the door into the living room. "We'd better go out to the front porch and wait for Mel's date."

I followed her. As we sat down in the rockers we could see the Mercedes convertible with the top down turning into the cottage driveway.

Amy said; "We generally use the Mercedes as our transportation between the house and the cottage."

"It's nice to pamper yourself when you're going to work."

"Michael that's exactly how we feel."

I glanced towards the road and saw a car in the distance. "I think Mark Raymond is arriving."

Amy looked. "I think you're right."

We watched. As the car came closer we could see that it was dark green BMW sedan.

I said, "You're clients drive nice cars."

"They all retired professionals. Money isn't an issue for them."

"You should charge more."

"We could, but money isn't an issue for us either."

The car turned onto Amy and Mel's road. As it slowly passed us we waved. The driver, a man in his sixties, waved back."

Amy picked up her cell phone and called Mel. "He just passed the house. He's alone. It looks good. Have fun. I'll see you in an hour or so." Amy shut off her cell phone and stood up. "Michael, I have an hour before I have to get ready for my date. I'm going to sit on the back veranda and read. Would you like to join me?"

"Thank you, I'd like that very much; but I was wondering, do you have wireless Internet?"

"Of course; if you'd like to use it, the access code is taped to the side of our router. The router is in our office. That's the little room off the kitchen."

"May I go in there?"

"Certainly, Michael you should feel free to go anywhere in this house."

"Thank you."

"I'm going to change and get my Kindle. I'll see you on the veranda."

I went into the kitchen office, found the router and wrote down the access code. Then I went to upstairs to the guest room, started my laptop computer and entered the Internet access code.

Once I was logged in to the Internet I took my computer downstairs and joined Amy on the veranda. She was lying on a chaise lounge wearing a thong bikini that was so skimpy it would have created a scandal on a public beach.

She set her Kindle down and looked up at me. "Make yourself comfortable."

There were two more chaise lounges, but there was also a patio table with four chairs. I set my computer on the table. As I sat down in one of the chairs, I said; "I like your bathing suit."

"You really are a voyeur."

"Through and through, it's in my red."

Amy laughed. "It's too bad, I'd love to lie out here nude, but I want the tan lines."

"You want the tan lines? I thought most women tried to avoid tan lines."

"Michael I'm a nude dancer. One of the tricks to nude dancing is making the guys believe that they're getting to see something they're not supposed to see. Tan lines help create that perception."

"So if we sit out here tonight after the sun goes down, you'll get naked?"

Shaking her head, Amy said; "Michael you are incorrigible."

Grinning, I said; "I try."

Laughing, Amy said; "It's really easy to understand why your wife loves you so much. I've only known you for one day and I'm already madly in love with you."

I shrugged.

In a serious tone, Amy said; "Michael after dinner I promise you that Mel and I will both get naked, but it won't be out here. This is the desert in November. As soon as the sun goes down it gets cold out here."

"Okay, but I still like the part about getting naked."

"I'm sure you do Mr. Voyeur. Now, unless you want to discuss something that doesn't involve my getting naked I'm going to go back to my book."

"No, as long as you're placing that limitation on our conversation I can't think of anything I want to talk about."

"Be quiet and let me read."

"My wife says that to me all the time."

"I'll bet she does and since you've been gone I'll bet she misses you. I know I would if I was her."

"She's too busy dating other men to miss me."

"Michael, after the weekend the two of you just had in San Francisco do you really believe that?"

"No, I guess not."

"Damn right I guess not. This is cuckold lesmister number three, or is it four or maybe even five. I'm losing track."

"Let's go with three."

"Okay, cuckold lesmister number three; fucking has nothing to do with love. Cave men established that fifty thousand years ago and ever since then it's been an accepted truth. Jeanne is dating other men for one reamister and only one reamister, it's fun."

"You're going to have to keep repeating that over and over again."

"Baby, that's why you're in cuckold boot camp. Now can I read my book?"

"Yeah."

I logged onto my email site and signed into my account. There was an email from Ruth. It had been sent late yesterday afternoon.

I opened it.

"Michael,

The office is running well. Jamister continues to be a good manager and Bernie Kyle is an excellent assistant. Charles and Edith Montgomery stopped by today to inquire about you. I assured them that you are doing well. They send their love.

I talked to Jeanne during lunch today. She is ecstatic. She had a wonderful time with you in San Francisco. She now hopes that you might eventually be able to forgive her and maybe even accept her new life style."

I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to update you on my permisteral life. Right now I only feel comfortable talking about this with you and Jeanne.

Saturday night both of the kids were at parties, so David and I had the house to ourselves. Following what has become our usual routine, we watched an erotic movie with the sound off. During the movie David lay between my legs and licked me while I told him about my dates with Nick Granger. Nick's that guy I dated right before I met David.

We were both having fun. I'd already had two orgasms. I was about to go down on David. Recently he's started to feel self conscious about the size of his penis so he has trouble fucking me. I've tried to reassure him that his penis feels wonderful inside me, but he won't believe that. He's certain that after experiencing a man like Nick Granger I could never be satisfied with his tiny cock.

In a way he's right. Nick's big cock did feel wonderful inside me, but I love David so his cock will always be special for me. Unfortunately I can't convince him of that.

Anyway, just as I was about to go down on David he got up, walked over to his dresser, took out a package and brought it to me. I opened it. Inside there was a large, very life like rubber cock. It was ten inches long and thick.

As I examined it David asked me if I'd like him to fuck me with Nick's cock.

Michael, I stared at him for a moment. I wasn't sure what to say, but then I saw the longing in his eyes. Realizing that this was what he wanted, I said yes. Michael, it was wonderful. It wasn't as good as the real thing. Having Nick's muscular body on top of me while he thrusts his big cock in and out of my cunt is a thrilling experience, but I have to admit that the rubber cock was a pretty good substitute. I had another orgasm and it was memorable.

Once I recovered from my orgasm I gave David a blow job and let him cum in my mouth. As soon as he finished ejaculating I kissed him and we shared his cum. This was something we read about in the cuckold stories on the Internet. David is hoping that some day I'll be sharing Nick Granger's cum with him.

Afterward we lay in bed cuddling and talking. David wants me to call Nick and start dating him. He's hoping that he'll eventually get to watch the two of us together, but he tells me that just the thought of Nick fucking me drives him wild. He wants to be my cuckold. He would love to help me get ready for a date and then happily wait for me to return home and tell him every detail about our sex.

I'm pretty sure that Nick would be open to the idea of getting together with me. I recently talked to several old friends who still see Nick. They said that he asks about me all the time and they also told me that they've seen him at parties with women they knew were married.

While I have to admit that I'm intrigued by the idea, I'm afraid to do it. I fear that this might be one of those situations where the fantasy is exciting, but the reality is disastrous. I love David so much. I don't want to risk doing anything that might jeopardize our relationship.

We are considering an alternative. Jeanne told me about Brady's. I told David. He wants to do it. He wants me to go in with Jeanne. He'll come in a few minutes later and sit at the bar by himself. He wants to watch me do it all; meet a guy, dance with him, make out in a back booth and most of all go out to the parking lot with him.

Michael, we're seriously considering doing this. Do you think we're crazy? I really want your opinion. I value your judgment and you're in the middle of a similar situation with Jeanne. Please give us some advice. David wants to try this and I have to admit that I do too, but I love David so much. I can't bear the thought of doing something that would hurt him.

Ruth

I leaned back in my chair and sighed. Ruth was my closest friend. She was asking for my advice and I didn't know what to tell her. I closed my eyes and tried to think.

Next to me, Amy said; "Michael honey, what's wrong? It looks like you just got terrible news. Is Jeanne all right?"

"Jeanne's fine."

"Then what's wrong sweetheart?"

I looked at Amy. Both she and Mel had demonstrated a keen understanding of interpermisteral relationships, especially sexual relationships. I needed advice and they were my best resource. For a moment I was concerned that discussing this situation might be a *** Ruth's trust, but I decided that wasn't a valid concern. It was highly unlikely that Amy and Mel would ever meet Ruth and David and if by some remote chance they do end up meeting them they certainly wouldn't be passing judgment on their sexual inclinations.

Deciding that the advantages of discussing Ruth and David's situation with Amy and eventually Mel far outweighed the disadvantages, I said; "A close friend is asking for advice about her sexual relationship with her husband."

"Do you feel comfortable discussing it with us?"

Amy's use of the plural pronoun us made it clear that anything I told her would eventually go to Mel too. That was all right with me. I trusted both of them.

Nodding, I said; "Yes, I trust both of you and I value your opinions."

Amy smiled.

Deciding to give her some background, I said; "I guess it started with the problems I was having with Jeanne. Ruth and I confide in each other and she knew about everything that was happening. The Saturday before I began my trip I was meeting with an old couple who were both valued clients and old friends. Ruth was there too. The couple noticed that I seemed upset and asked me about it. They were close friends so I told them everything."

"Wasn't that the same day you walked in on Jeanne and that man?"

"The meeting with Charles and Edith Montgomery was that afternoon."

"I'm sure that you were noticeably upset."

"I was. Charles talked with me in private and what he told me was a complete surprise. When they were younger his wife had been part of a group of women who regularly dated other men with their husbands permission. They even enjoyed weekend retreats at luxury resorts with other men."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"And their husbands knew what was happening?"

"Yes, Charles told me that it took time, but he eventually not only learned to accept it, he actually enjoyed it."

"Michael, you're not alone."

"No I'm not."

"So did you tell Ruth What Charles told you?"

"I didn't have to, while Charles was talking to me Edith was in the outer office talking to Ruth.""

"And she told her everything."

"That's right."

"Did Ruth start thinking about cuckolding her husband after that conversation."

"Not exactly. There's more. Even though they're in their seventies Charles and Edith still have an active sex life."

"Good for them."

"They told us that after the meeting they planned to go home and watch a Diamond Foxx movie. Diamond Foxx is a porn star. Charles and Edith believe that when Edith was in the prime of her hot wife days she looked a lot like Diamond Foxx."

Nodding, Amy said; "I get it, watching one of her movies is a walk down memory lane for them."

"That's right."

"How does that relate to Ruth and her husband?"

"After Charles and Edith left Ruth asked me if there were any porn stars who resemred Jeanne or her."

"She must have been aware of your passion for the cinema."

"Sarcasm?"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." We both laughed.

I said; "Ruth and Jeanne have been friends for years. I think Jeanne may have occasionally alluded to that particular passion of mine, especially after a glass of wine or two."

"So are there any porn stars who resemble either Jeanne or Ruth."

"Oh yes."

"May I ask who?"

"Are you an aficionado of the cinema?"

"No, but this evening after dinner I think that Mel and I are going to ask you to share some of the highlights of your collection with us. I assume that you do have a collection."

"I do."

"On your lap top?"

"Of course."

"And we have the necessary equipment to connect your laptop to the big screen television in the living room."

"This has the potential to become a very interesting evening."

"Honey, with Mel and me it's always going to be an interesting evening."

"I believe that."

"So tell me more about Ruth and her husband. Was there really a porn star who looked like her?”

"Yes Roxanne Hall."

"We'll certainly want one of her movies on our viewing list this evening."

"That's easily arranged."

"Okay, so what happened?"

"That night Ruth and her husband bought a Roxanne Hall movie on the Internet and watched it in their bedroom. Ruth said that it led to the best sex they'd had in a long time. After that they started watching Roxanne Hall movies whenever they had an opportunity. It wasn't long before David was telling Ruth that when he was watching Roxanne Hall with another man he was imagining that it was her."

"His cuckold inclinations were beginning to surface."

"That was exactly what was happening."

"How did Ruth React?"

"She'd been a witness to everything that had been occurring between Jeanne and me so the situation wasn't completely foreign to her. Prior to meeting David she'd also been rather adventurous, particularly with a man named Nick Granger. Nick was a consummate lover, but he was also a number one rogue. When Ruth met David she immediately realized that while that he wasn't nearly as exciting as Nick he was a solid, reliable man."

"Outstanding husband material." Amy was nodding.

"That's right and Ruth immediately dumped Nick and married David."

"And now that David's cuckold inclinations are surfacing Nick is being brought back into the picture. Is he still around?"

"Apparently he is. I think it's time for you to read Ruth's email."

"All right."

Amy read Ruth's email. When she was finished she said; "Oh my." And then she looked at me and said; "Micheal, I need to get ready for my three o'clock date. I'd also like to include Mel in this discussion."

"I would too."

"This afternoon while she's cooking dinner would you tell her everything you just told me."

"Of course."

"Then the three of us can discuss it while we're eating dinner."

"That's a good idea."

"I'm going to go upstairs, take a shower and get dressed for my date."

"I'll be fine here. I'm going to read the rest of my emails and then I'll put together a video show for tonight."

"Oh yes, I want to see Diamond Foxx and Roxanne Hall and you said there was a woman who looked like Jeanne. I want to see her too."

"I'll put it all together."

"I can't wait." And then Amy turned and hurried into the house.

I'd been wading through my spam for about ten minutes when I heard someone in the house. I turned. Mel was standing in the doorway. She looked glum."

I said, "Mel what's the matter?"

She said, "Michael, will you hold me."

"Of course I will" Turning my chair, I patted my knee and said; "Sit here."

Mel sat down. I put my arms around her. She wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. I rocked her like I used to rock my girls when they were upset. After a few minutes I whispered. "Mel honey, what's the matter? Did Mark Raymond hurt you?"

She shook her head. "No, not physically."

"What did he do?"

"He spent the entire time kissing my feet and licking my ass."

"Is that bad?"

"Sometimes it is." I looked up. Amy was standing in the doorway.

"I don't understand."

Amy said, "Michael when you or I lick Mel's ass we do it because we're expressing our love for her. She's our queen, our goddess. We're showing her that we'll do anything for her. And then she kisses and licks our asses and expresses that same love."

"Okay."

"But there are some men who want to kiss and lick Mel's ass for another reamister. For them it's a form of masochism. Licking a black woman's ass is the ultimate offense. When they do it they're not worshiping Mel, they're denigrating her."

I nodded and then I held Mel as tightly in my arms as I possibly could and whispered, "Melody, you're a wonderful bright woman with beautiful coffee colored skin. I hope you will always be my friend."

Mel sat up and stared into my eyes. "Michael stay with us for awhile, please."

Amy said; "Right now we need you just as much as you need us. You're trying to learn how to accept life with a philandering wife and we're two old whores trying to cope with the reality of advancing age. Please stay."

I kissed Mel and then I looked at Amy and said; "I'll stay for awhile. That's all I can promise."

Mel smiled. "Sometimes a little bit of love goes a very long way."

A truly great story, GH. I have no words to tell you how much I enjoyed reading it thus far -- and that's not only because English is not my native language; I can't find any words even in my native Portuguese to describe how wonderful it is to read a story so full of such nice people.

I think that is the most attractive aspect of your stories. The people in it are invariably nice. (Hell, I'll bet even Derek Fischer isn't quite a bad guy; I'll bet if Michael gave him a chance, he might end up befriending him.)

I say this because... because there is perhaps one element of realism I miss in your stories.

Please don't get me wrong. I don't think that the "element of realism" is a necessary part of your stories, or of stories in general. You write about what you find interesting and attractive, and you do it quite masterfully; the "element of realism" I am talking about may simply not at all be a part of your style, or of your topic, in the same way that rhyme and meter are not part of Tom Stoppard's plays.

It is wonderful to read stories in which pretty much everybody is so nice; but it is also a reminder of the fact that this is not true of real life. In real life, most people -- even those who would like to think they are really nice -- are usually more complicated than that.

In your stories, the basic problem is that people have to come to terms with their hidden desires; they have to learn that there is nothing wrong with unbridled sexuality, and that the social conditioning they underwent is really an obstacle to their happiness. Also, most people in your stories are "perverse polymorphs" who basically do enjoy the same things: women's sexuality and their pleasure, giving women pleasure and enjoying the fireworks. The women in your stories either have, or will, come to terms with the fact that they love cock and will always love it, and the men in your stories are either their providers, or then the gallant husbands who will eventually learn to enjoy their wive's passion for cocks of all kinds, their desire for variety in sex -- while mostly not feeling that themselves. (It is, after all, the cuckold fantasy. A woman whose fantasy would be to remain faithful to her husband while he has affairs with other women would probably not be an interesting character for your stories.)

I stress again, it is good that your stories are like that. They are, as it were, chicken soup for the cuckold soul: the basic chthonian source for our passions. What cuckold will deny that the source of our fetish is the beauty of the Wanton Woman, the exquisite pleasure of melting in the sweet and intensely bright sexual aura that crowns our holy goddesses as they happily cruise the universe, enjoying as much sex as possible and telling us all about it, so that we might partake in their divine nature, so that the happiness that their contented smiles and flushed faces bring to us might grow and intensify, per omnia saecula saeculorum...

This is good, because it is not reality. In reality, people are more complicated and messier. Unlike Jeanne, they are not sure of what exactly they want; what makes them happy or doesn't; what is more important and what is less important. Social conditioning is a big factor in making them complicated and confused, but it is not all. I suspect there are some genuine sources of doubt -- call it some flaws in the architecture of happiness, call it the interdependence of good and evil if you will -- that make happiness, even sexual happiness, a harder target than if it were only kept from us by layers of programmed social conventions.

Your stories are like tastes of paradise, and that is how I take them. Since I am a science fiction fan, they make me think of the "paradise society" of Star Trek, especially The Next Generation. But then I am reminded of DS9 (Deep Space 9), the "darker" spin-off series of Star Trek, in which some of the basic tenets of "life in paradise" (as Captain Sisko once put it) were challenged. Yes, to every Federation there is a Section 31...

I wondered what would have happened to Michael and Jeanne "in real life". You explore a situation in which Michael, despite all his social conditioning and his beliefs about sex and love, is, deep down, just as much a libertine as Jeanne herself found out she was. But what would have happened if that were not the case? If, to Michael, "marriage" and "trust" and "faithfulness" meant, really deeply, something closer to their traditional versions?... If, in other words, he hadn't been a latent voyeur-cuckold fetishist, but a more "normal" type, who enjoys a vanilla relationship, and is not really turned on by non-vanilla options?

Because the basic assumption of the libertine worldview is that we are all perverse polymorphs, we are all libertines who, if freed from our social conditioning, would eventually enjoy sex to the fullest, and allow our loved ones the freedom to do likewise. But that is probably not the case. Just as some of us are gays and other straight -- not just because we have been socially programmed not to enjoy sexual activity with members of our own sex, but because of something more biological, hormonal, genetic -- it might be the case that Michael, no matter how much in love he was with Jeanne, and no matter how much he accepted, in principle, the doctrine of sexual freedom for men and women, might simply not be a cuckold fetishist, nor capable of becoming one (just as I cannot will myself to become gay, even though I have nothing against gays, gay sex, or their lifestyle).

What would happen then? I find myself curiously wondering about how this story would turn out, if Michael's journey of self-discovery, when he leaves Jeanne and departs to find out more about himself and who he is and what he likes, led to a different path. Or, even worse: if it led to a different kind of self deceit. After all, Michael is a good permister. He would understand the points that are being so eloquently made by Amy and Mel, by Ruth and David, by his flowers... by Jeanne herself. He might conclude that he ought to be a cuckold fetishist; that he ought to be able to accept it (since it makes Jeanne so happy, since others are OK with it); like the wives of past centuries, married by their parents to men they did not love, Michael might conclude that he would have to sacrifice himself, sacrifice his real sexual inclinations and preferences, in order to keep Jeanne, whom he loves, in his life. He might tell himself that, given time, he would learn to like it. Maybe not quite yet, but in due time. Or then he might perhaps tell himself that Jeanne would eventually get tired; like the sad but self-sacrificing wives of the philandering husbands of times past, he might convince himself that her flame would eventually burn off, and that some day, after a decade or so, after she got her fill, after she became weary of all those sexual adventures, he would finally have her to himself. Yes, he might say; maybe I'll have to wipe a few tears when nobody is looking, but eventually I'll be happy. Eventually. When she gets tired of all that sex.

Depending on the proportion of cuckold fetishists in the population as a whole (does anyone know?), I suspect that, "in real life", this is the more likely situation for a Michael who is a good, nice, decent guy, who is in love with his Jeanne and does want to have her in his life. Despite not being a cuckold fetishists, he would convince himself -- out of love for her -- that he would be able to become one, or that he would be able to wait as long as necessary for her sexual passion to simmer down. And the predictable result would be a life of secret suffering, leading to resentment slowly building up. And Jeanne, who does love her Michael, would accept his resentment (because, after all, it was all "her fault" for having dropped the bomb on him without warning). She would feel sad and try to reassure him, and sometimes it would work and they'd be happy, but these times would become less and less frequent as time goes by, and slowly he would himself feel anger at her attempts to reassure him ("if she wants me to feel happy, why doesn't she stop this charade?..."). Maybe someday he would let an angry word escape; Jeanne would feel hurt, but she would take it ("he is still hurting...") and look sad; her suffering would increase his anger ("because she could simply stop it, and we'd go back to being happy again, like we were before"). Things might escalade. Offenses might become stronger. Who knows? after a while, Michael might even strike Jeanne. And she might think she "deserved" it, and look sadder; which might anger him more. Michael would of course hate himself for doing that, but the underlying reamisters -- basically, his not being a cuckold fetishist -- might strike him as not "good and decent enough". He would promise himself to never to this again, and make good on his promise for a while; but with the underlying reamister still being there, the gnawing of the foundations of his feelings would continue unhampered. The result would eventually be tragedy, with all participants eventually unhappy and full of self-loathing.

That would be a sad story, one that I would not enjoy reading. I am sure you would not enjoy writing it either. But my guts tell me this is more likely to be the case "in real life", if you started out with people who were as good and understanding as Michael and Jeanne are, and with Michael not really being, deep, deep down, a "closet cuckold fetishist"

I don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe I just feel sad right now, in a way that cannot be countered by simply reading happy stories. Maybe this is some sort of reflection on life, inspired by your story (I did spend a couple of hours thinking and pacing up and down the room after reading it -- your story is certainly full of material that inspires thinking.). Maybe it's just another part of me coming to terms with people being simply more... complicated than notions of "niceness" and "evilness" would allow them to be. Anyway, I hope you don't see this as a criticism. Your story, like Star Trek, continues to be the beautiful, sweet beacon of possible happiness for so many people who long for a world in which people would be less complicated.

asehpe

I rarely respond to a comment unless I'm about to post more story. I don't like to mislead people into thinking there's a new post. I am going to respond to your comments. Lately I've been posting my stories late at night and don't want to be too tired to think when I write my response.

I am not taking your comments as criticism. I'm taking them in the spirit I believe they were offered, food for thought.

Let me begin by saying that what I find satisfying in writing is creating characters I would like to know. Elvira and Kirby in Courtesan and Amy and Mel in this story are good examples. Elwood P Dowd in the play, "Harvey" has always been one of my favorite characters. The world needs more Elviras, Kirbys, Mels, Amys and Elwood Dowds.

You are right. I also like to write happy stories filled with love. Too often the world is a dark place filled with pain and heartache. When I write I want to avoid that face of the world and try to focus on a lighter, happier side.

I think your description of what might happen to Michael and Jeanne in real life is likely. I don't care to write about it.

I have recently been reading a cuckold story on Literotica. I finally made myself stop reading it. It made me feel sad and angry. In the story the wife frequently verbalizes her love for her cuckold husband, but she showers all of her love and attention on her boyfriend. In the last episode the husband spent some time with a young woman who clearly had a romantic interest in him.

The wife was livid. He rightly asked her why it was all right for her to have a boyfriend, but he couldn't date. She angrily told him that her boyfriend wasn't a threat to their marriage while this other woman wanted to steal him away from her.

I wanted to scream that her boyfriend already has stolen her away. She spends every weekend and several nights a week with him. She has completely shut her cuckold husband out of her life. She does come home she kisses his cheek and tells him how much she loves him, but in fact her actions show that she feels little or nothing for him.

This writer can write whatever story he chooses, but I don't have to read it.

I hope my story is not creating discomfort for you. I am trying as hard as I can to make it a happy story filled with real love.

Of course we do have a scene coming soon where Michael calls Jeanne and tells her he's staying with Mel and Amy.

Anyway, thank you for your thoughtful comment. I enjoyed reading it.

GH

GH,
Great update my friend. Michael is certainly getting the best out of boot camp. Might even get the sword as the best graduate. Even if he can't take it out of its scabbard!

I appreciated the interplay with Asehpe too. Your stories may deviate as much from reality towards love as much as that other story you mentioned is deviating away from love at the moment. Its interesting that both your dramatic moments come when reality powers an adjustment. For your its usually a cuck hero understanding that there are certain things he will never be able to do quite as well for his wife as her lover can. For the other its her husband showing or powering his wife to see his pain and relent her pressure. Its not Yin and Yang or if it is, I prefer your version. Always have. Thanks for continuing to give it to us. It's getting to be the right time of year to be reminded Its a Wonderful Life.

GH,

another wonderful update. I really like Mel and Amy. Actually know a couple of ladies that come close to what you describe, different circumstance and locations but really nice and true friends in addition to their other qualities.

You seem to be on a roll but please pace yourself. Take a breather and don't overdo.

Thank you for providing first class entertainment.

You people are all disgustingly mature and considerate and insightful and supportive!
Where the heck were you when I was going through hell 35 years ago trying to figure out what was wrong with me! LOL

Oldbear,
Going through hell and trying to figure out what to do about it. As ever, youth is wasted on the young!

Ms Lisa and GH - Merry Christmas and a Happy and Healthy New Year.

Timmy

Hello Gh and everyone merry christmas
Gh, when you write : "
I have recently been reading a cuckold story on Literotica. I finally made myself stop reading it. It made me feel sad and angry. In the story the wife frequently verbalizes her love for her cuckold husband, but she showers all of her love and attention on her boyfriend. In the last episode the husband spent some time with a young woman who clearly had a romantic interest in him. The wife was livid. He rightly asked her why it was all right for her to have a boyfriend, but he couldn't date. She angrily told him that her boyfriend wasn't a threat to their marriage while this other woman wanted to steal him away from her.
I wanted to scream that her boyfriend already has stolen her away. She spends every weekend and several nights a week with him. She has completely shut her cuckold husband out of her life. She does come home she kisses his cheek and tells him how much she loves him, but in fact her actions show that she feels little or nothing for him"

I is about the story from Jaycuck, 'the one less traveled' ?? Because I read it and had exactly the same feeling, about an husband manipulated and play for a fool.

Anyway, I hope you had a merry christmas, hope to read you soon.

Peak

You once observed that cuckolding without love is neglect and domination and sadomasochism without love is use. I believe that is true and I hope that my stories always reflect that belief.

Timmy

Thanks (for everything, including your wonderful captioned pics)

Oldbear

I suspect that all of us could have used a little more wisdom when we were younger.

Vazkor

We really do need to have that beer in a Paris café.


I'm sorry I haven't posted much lately. The holidays are a socially demanding.

Thanks for your kind comments

GH

Still holding Mel on my lap I turned and looked at Amy. I gasped. My attention had been focused on Mel so I hadn't noticed Amy's outfit.

She was dressed in a black leather and lace corset that left her large breasts fully exposed. The corset had straps that held up black fishnet stockings. On her feet she wore black patent leather ankle high boots with what had to be at least five inch stiletto heels. She wasn't wearing panties leaving her shaved pussy in full view. Her eyes were darkened with a heavy layer of mascara and eyeshadow and her lips were painted with a thick coating of rich crimmister lip gloss.

Noticing my reaction, Amy smiled; "I gather that my outfit has caught your attention. Do you like it?"

"I've never really thought of myself as a submissive, nor for that matter a dominant; but right now I have to admit that I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to get down on my knees and kiss the toes of those patent leather boots you're wearing."

Amy grinned. "That's the look I was trying for."

Laughing, I said; "You got it."

Mel stood up. "Michael honey, if it's any consolation right now I have that exact same urge except I want to kiss her booty."

I said; "Can I get in line behind you?"

"Hell yes." Mel walked over to Amy and kissed her neck.

Now all three of us were laughing. Amy leaned forward, rested her hands on the back of one of the patio table chairs and stuck out her rear. Mel slid down to her knees, spread Amy's cheeks and gave her a passionate kiss.

Giggling, Amy said; "Ooo a little tongue too."

Standing up, Mel said; "Damn right, I'm from Chicago. We always use a little tongue." Turning to me she said, "Now it's your turn. I'm gonna let you in on a secret. Amy's from Wisconsin. If you give her a little tongue she'll wiggle her butt while you kiss her."

As I got down on my knees I asked; "Do all women from Wisconsin wiggle their butts when you give 'em a little tongue?"

"I can't say for sure because I've only been with one woman from Wisconsin; but I have heard rumors."

Shaking her head, Amy said; "Michael just give me my kiss. I have to get to work."

I spread Amy's cheeks and pressed my lips to her anus. As I kissed her I pushed my tongue into her asshole. Still giggling, Amy wiggled her hips.

Next to me, Mel said; "I told ya."

I gave Amy another kiss and stood up. All three of us were grinning.

Mel looked at me and said; "Michael, even if it's only going to be for a little while I'm glad you're here. You're fun."

Turning around, Amy kissed my cheek and said; "I think you're fun too."

I kissed her cheek.

Sighing, Amy said, "I wish I didn't have to go to work right now."

Mel said; "One of us has to go. We promised Jim Michaels that we'd punish him this afternoon."

Giggling, Amy said; "And I'm certain he deserves it. I'm dressed for the part and you're cooking. I'll go. Is the whip in the cottage?"

"It's in the bedroom closet. Remember, Jim's married. Don't leave any marks."

"I'll be careful. And now I absolutely have to leave. I'll see the two of you in an hour or so." Amy turned and hurried back into the house.

As soon as she was gone Mel said; "We'd better move out to the front porch so we can spot for Amy. Once we're sure everything is all right I'll take a shower and go to the grocery store. I'll have to hurry. I want to get dinner made before the sun goes down."

"Why?"

"Michael the setting sun turns the Catalina mountains a beautiful shade of red. When that happens the three of us want to be sitting on the veranda having cocktails."

"I like this plan, but if we're pressed for time why don't I sit on the front porch and spot for Amy while you shower?"

"Would you do that for us?"

"Of course I would. All I have to do is make sure Jim Michaels is alone and no other cars are following him. Once I'm certain it's okay I call Amy, right."

"That's right and in the unlikely event that it's not okay call Amy and say these words; It doesn't look good. Don't answer the door. She'll go into the bathroom and wait there until we call her again. You should continue sitting on the front porch and watch what's happening. Do not attempt to engage the authorities. They're on our private property. There's a no trespassing sign where you turn into our driveway. Before they can take action the police have to have just cause. Our plan is to try very hard not to give it to them."

"What if they just wait fifteen minutes?"

"Once the sex starts it gets messy for them. We can start crying entrapment. Even more important, the police have to report what they observed when they entered the cottage. That report becomes part of the public record. We rely on the assumption that our clients are going to be reticent to agree to anything that's going to result in public embarrassment for them."

"I understand. Jim Michaels is not going to want a police report that describes him getting punished by Amy."

"You mean Mistress Simone."

"Yes, Mistress Simone."

"He'd be the laughing stock of his retirement community."

"It would be embarrassing."

Mel handed her cell phone to me. "It's set, all you have to do is press the call button. I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to the grocery store. Do you like chicken stir fry?"

"Very much, can I go to the grocery store with you?"

"Sure, that would be fun."

"Can we stop at a cuckold water store? I'd like to buy a couple of bottles of wine to have with dinner."

"Honey, this is Arizona. All the grocery stores sell cuckold water and they have a very nice selection of wines."

Mel went up to the bedroom to shower and change clothes and I walked out to the front porch, sat down in one of the rockers and waited for Jim Michaels.

As I sat down I noticed that Amy was parking the Mercedes in front of the cottage. I watched her get out and walk into the cottage.

I was just starting to relax when I heard the noise of a car in the distance. I waited. After a moment I saw a dark green Volvo sedan coming down the road. I watched it slow at the corner and then turn onto Amy and Mel's road. Carefully negotiating the bumps and ruts in the road the Volvo drove past the house. A gray haired gentleman who looked to be in his early sixties was driving. He appeared to be alone

I waved. He stopped and studied me. I smiled and waved again. After a moment he waved back and then he continued on towards the cottage.

I turned my attention back to the road in from Catalina. Not seeing signs of any more cars I picked up Mel's cell phone and pushed the call button. Amy answered immediately.

I said; "Your gentleman caller is on his way in. He's an older gentleman who appears to be alone. I don't see any signs of other cars so it looks like everything is A okay."

Amy giggled. "So now you're spotting for us. Welcome to the seamy world of illicit sex."

"Thank you, I have to admit that it's fun."

"It is exciting, isn't it."

"Yes, but you'd better hang up and get ready to greet Prince Charming. He's getting out of his car."

"Thanks Michael, I'll see you in about an hour."

"Bye Amy, have fun."

"Believe me Michael, I'm going to." Amy ended the call.

As I set Mel's cell phone on the table next to my rocker I smiled. Three months ago I was living in an upscale suburban house with my prim and proper wife. I was a middle aged self employed accountant with two flowers who had just graduated from college. Now my prim and proper wife was dating other men, I'd recently discovered that my oldest flower was a dominatrix and I was working as a volunteer assistant for two ladies of the evening. Life occasionally takes a bizarre turn.

I know that was a short segment. I have another segment almost ready but I have to proofread it. It's getting late. I hope to post it tomorrow.

Thanks

GH

I started thinking about Jeanne. I wondered if she'd set up a second date with Trent Peters. As I considered that I realized that I was actually hoping that she had. I closed my eyes and imagined Trent on top of Jeanne. He was pushing his big cock in and out of her very wet cunt while she cried with delight. Feeling my cock beginning to stir I couldn't deny that the image aroused me.

I didn't know how to react to that response. Years of social conditioning were telling me that it was wrong. A real man should never be excited by the thought of another man fucking his wife.

Jeanne, Mel and Amy were all urging me to ignore the traditional expectations of our culture and enjoy Jeanne's new life style. In my heart I knew they were right, but those many years of conditioning were proving to be difficult to overcome.

Jeanne had done it. She'd managed to overcome her conditioning. She was now freely enjoying other men. During the previous weekend in San Francisco she'd even managed to convince me that she not only still loved me, I also continued to be the most important man in her life.

Still I wondered what would happen when Jeanne started regularly dating another man. It would begin as a relationship based solely on sex, but can two people maintain a physical bond without developing an emotional attachment? While I suspected that it wasn't likely, I was beginning to understand that it might not necessarily be a threat to my relationship with Jeanne.

All married couples have friends, often they're close friends. Because of concerns about sexual impropriety the friends are generally the same gender, but what if sexual impropriety wasn't an issue? What if it was an accepted part of the friendship?

During the course of our marriage Jeanne has often entertained a girlfriend in the kitchen while I watched a football game in the den. Why couldn't she entertain a boyfriend in the guest bedroom while I watched football in the den. Instead of takeing coffee and gossiping they'd be fucking; but Jeanne, Amy and Mel have all been arguing that while sex can be a beautiful expression of love, it doesn't have to be. It can just be an act of physical pleasure.

It would require trust, but all marriages require trust and my trust in Jeanne was rapidly being restored. Last weekend it had become clear to me that despite the fact that Jeanne was now enjoying sex with other men she really did still loved me and I could trust that love implicitly.

I needed to call Jeanne. I wanted to call Jeanne. I was wondering if she'd been to Brady's Pub since she returned home and most of all I wanted to know if she'd set up a second date with Trent Peters.

I also had to tell Jeanne where I was. That would mean that I'd have to tell her about Amy and Mel. I suspected that she was going to be jealous. While I found the irony of that a little amusing I realized that this was going to be an important step for Jeanne. If she really did believe that sex could be nothing more than a physical act of pleasure between two adults, then she would have to accept my relationship with Amy and Mel. Still I suspected that there were going to be some growing pains before Jeanne finally reached that understanding.

I glanced at the time on Mel's cellphone. It was 3:12. There was an hour time difference so at home it was 4:12. Jeanne would be finishing up her workday. I decided to wait until 6:00 to call her. That would make it 7:00 at home. Jeanne would be finished with her supper and settling down to watch television. It would be a good time to have a conversation with her.

I smiled. Unless of course she'd decided to stop at Brady's on her way home. If that was the case she could be in the bar flirting with a new gentleman friend. She might even be in his car sucking his cock. I took a moment to consider that possibility and decided that if it did occur I'd just tell Jeanne to have a good time and ask her to call me when she got home.

As I thought more about that scenario I had to admit that I actually hoped it would happen. I closed my eyes and imagined Jeanne and another man in the back seat of his car. Jeanne's blouse was unbuttoned, her unclasped brassiere was hanging loose. The man's belt and pants were open. His hard cock was sticking straight up. Jeanne was bent over sucking him while he played with her large breasts.

"MY my, you certainly seem to be deep in thought."

I turned. Mel was standing next to me. Freshly showered she was dressed in a baby blue cotton tee shirt, tight western Jeans and open toed sandals.

"I was just thinking about my situation with Jeanne."

"Good thoughts?"

"Actually they were."

Smiling, Mel said; "Good, you're making progress. Are you ready to go to the store?"

"I am."

Mel drove the Jeep Cherokee. We went to the supermarket that we'd passed the previous day. On the way I told Mel about Ruth and David. She was fascinated and eager to discuss their situation while we had cocktails on the veranda that evening.

While we were carrying the groceries in from the car Jim Michael's Volvo passed us. I glanced at my watch. His session with Amy had lasted just over an hour.

As we were unpacking the groceries in the kitchen I heard the Mercedes pull into the garage. A moment later Amy walked in. She was still dressed in her work outfit.

Mel casually asked, "How did it go with Jim Michaels?"

Smiling, Amy said; "It was a great session. He cried like a baby while I whipped his back and butt and then I made him beg to kiss my boots and lick my pussy and my ass."

"He loves that. Did you let him jack off on your tits?"

"I did and then like a good little boy he obediently licked up his mess. We both had a wonderful time. When he left he asked if next time he could see both of us together."

"That would be fun."

"I think so too. I told him an hour with both of us would cost him $400.00."

"Was he okay with that?"

"He wants to see us next week. He's going to call and set up a time."

"That will be fun." Turning to me, Mel asked; "Michael will you spot for us that day? If you'd rather not we can ask Isabel to do it."

"No, I'd be happy to do it."

Amy winked at me. "Working with a couple of hookers is exciting, isn't it."

Laughing, I said; "Yeah, I have to admit that it is."

Amy went upstairs to take her shower. While she was gone I helped Mel cut up vegetables for the stir fry. Amy returned as we were finishing.

Mel said; "Everything's prepared. The actual stir frying is all I have left to do. It's time for cocktails."

Amy opened one of the kitchen cabinets and revealed an impressive supply of cuckold waters. As she took out a bottle of brandy and a bottle of sweet vermouth she said; "Mel and I like brandy Manhattans, but as you can see we have the ingredients for just about any cocktail you can imagine. We also have beer and wine."

"A brandy Manhattan would be very nice."

Grinning, Mel said; "It told you that he was a man of discriminating tastes."

Amy quickly made three Manhattans. As soon as she was finished we each took one of them and walked out to the veranda. The setting sun was already turning the mountains a beautiful shade of red.

After arranging three chaise lounges so they were facing the mountains Mel motioned for me to sit in the middle. Once we were settled the three of us took a moment to appreciate the view. The reflection of the red sunset on the mountain slopes and clouds contrasted with the blue sky to create a surreal picture that was made even more alluring by the corral of horses and rugged desert landscape below us.

On my left, Mel said; "It really is beautiful, isn't it."

"It's amazing. The colors are spectacular, but there's more. There's also an overwhelming feeling of peace and serenity. It's easy to understand why you live here."

Amy said; "You're right, we both love the tranquility, but there is a down side."

"What is it?"

"At times it can be lonely."

Mel said; "Our profession demands absolute discretion. That severely limits our social interaction with our neighbors. We have to isolate ourselves"

Amy quickly added, "But even if we didn't, we still wouldn't have many friends. People have trouble separating us from our profession. Women view us as a threat and most men see us only as sex objects. It's difficult for women in our profession to make friends. We both miss that. It's nice to be able to have a conversation with someone who actually listens to us and cares about what we say."

Sitting up, Mel said; "Someone who's interesting. Someone who isn't bothered by our profession. Maybe it's because of the issues you're currently facing with your wife, but yesterday when we started talking in the VIP room I was immediately struck by how open minded you are. You not only didn't judge me, you actually seemed to be interested in getting to know me as a permister. Michael, that's really unusual."

Shrugging, I said; "My dad always told me that it was important to judge people by how they act, not how you expect them to act."

Smiling, Amy said; "You're dad was a wise man."

Mel nodded. "I agree, but this conversation has gotten much too deep. If we're going to be serious let's at least talk about something fun. I think it's time to discuss the dilemma facing your friends Ruth and David."

Amy laughed. "That's my Mel, always eager to talk about anything that involves sex."

In a voice dripping with mock indignation Mel said; "Listen to Miss Penelope Prim. Would you rather talk about the geological history of the Catalina Mountains?"

"No, I'm just as big a perv as you are. I'd like to talk about Ruth and David too." Amy and Mel were grinning at each other.

Thank you GH for two more very nice segments.

Looking forward to the conversation.

Best wishes for a Happy and Healthy New Year.

T

Hello GH,
Thank for the last segments, I'll write to you of those days when I'll be in Paris, or do it if you go in south of France

GH,
Another insightful update, and I thank you for giving it to us before the holiday.

I think I would prefer the sex discussion on balance, although some of the readers here can be a strange bunch, so for them I have attached a link so you don't have to ...

The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!

Happy New Year everyone.

GH,

Thanks so much for this great story. Happy New Year to you and yours.

Hello GH. Work and permisteral commitments have pretty much dominated my life for the last year. I don't think I've visited this site more than a handful of times. It was delightful to stop by today and see a new story from you. I hope that life is good, your golf game is in order and you are happy to be back at the keyboard. I've only read the first page of this story, but as usual, I'm hooked. It appears to be another of your masterpieces.

Take care friend.

Trf2

GH, you are a rascal. Here I go and tell you that I really don't have the time to be reading on this site right now and yet for the past two days, I've spent every spare minute reading segment after segment, trying to get caught up with this wonderful story of yours.

I am now completely up to date, anxiously awaiting the next segment. I am loving this story, I have to agree with everyone who has stated that this may be your very best. What an interesting bunch of characters you've created here.

I particularly enjoy it when the male half of the partnership gets to do a little playing. I know, it's kind of out of character for this particular web site, but it makes the story much more fun for me. I'm seriously hoping that Jeanne will feel a big twinge of jealousy when she hears about Michael and these two awesome ladies that he's spending time with. I just think that it's great that he's having so much fun with these ladies.

Loving it, thanks.

TRf2

Timmy

Thank you and Happy New Year to you.

Vazkor

I really wish a beer in a Paris Café was possible, but I don't think I'll be traveling to Europe in the foreseeable future. We'll just have to converse on line.

Peak

I enjoyed the link. Thank you, I learned a little more about the area where I live.

Subchard

Happy New Year to you.

TrF2

I hope I haven't complicated your life, but I am happy to hear that you're enjoying my story

All of you, thank you again for your comments

GH

Turning to me, Mel said, "Now that we all have our priorities straight I think a quick recap of the events might be in order. Michael if I understand the situation correctly your friends Ruth and David have been fantasizing about the cuckold lifestyle for several months."

Amy said; "They've been watching movies with a porn star who looks like Ruth and pretending that it's her. Now they're thinking about taking it to the next level."

Mel continued. "Before she met David Ruth dated a man who was the classic bad boy, the kind of man that many women fantasize about. While he was great in bed and knew how to party, Ruth realized that he'd make a lousy husband and man. When she met David she immediately recognized that he was this man's antithesis. He was shy and reserved and barely adequate in bed; but he was honest, hard working, intelligent and wonderfully reliable. He was the kind of man who would be an outstanding husband and man. A smart woman, Ruth immediately dumped her party boy and married David."

They both Looked at me. Amy asked; "Have we got it right so far?"

I said; "I think that is exactly the situation."

Smiling, Mel said; "When they began playing around with cuckold fantasy games David started asking Ruth about her old boyfriend. What was his name?"

"Nick Granger."

"That's right."

Amy said; "During the heat of their cuckold fantasy games Ruth told David how s*******ed Nick had been in bed and how much she'd enjoyed his big cock."

Mel said, "When you're excited it's easy to get carried away."

I said, "I'm certain that David prodded Ruth to give him details about the size of Nick's cock and his prowess in bed."

"Really?" Amy looked at me with a curious expression.

"Yes, for many men a big part of the cuckold fantasy is knowing that his wife is enjoying a man who is both more generously endowed and a better lover than he is."

"A real bull." Amy was smiling.

I nodded.

Mel asked, "Is that part of your fantasy Michael?"

I took a moment to consider Mel's question and then I said; "That's complicated. Some of the cuckold stories I've read make it clear that there are lots of husbands who get a submissive masochistic thrill from knowing their wives are enjoying men who are better lovers than they are. While I'm certainly not a dominant lover, I don't feel like I'm submissive either and I'm not a masochist. I don't want to be humiliated and I know I don't want to be whipped like Bob Michaels."

Amy winked at me. "If you ever change your mind about that be sure to let me know. I do enjoy being a dominant lover. By the time I was finished playing with Bob Michaels this afternoon my pussy was soaked."

Playfully rolling her eyes Mel said, "Can we please try to be serious."

"Oh baby, I am being serious." Amy was seductively licking her lips.

Mel looked at me. "Michael when she gets like this we just have to ignore her."

"Actually it's helping me."

Amy and Mel both stared at me. Amy said; "Michael I was just teasing you"

"I know that and I also know that Mel was just teasing you, but it's your attitude. The two of you are so open about kinky sex. It makes it easier for me to admit my own kinks. It also makes it easier for me to understand what Jeanne is doing and why she's doing it."

Mel said, "That makes us happy because it also means that you're accepting who we are. Baby you impressed us because you didn't judge us. Please understand that we won't ever judge you either."

"I know."

Now very serious, Amy said; "So does it excite you to think about Jeanne getting fucked by a big cocked stud?"

I smiled. "Yeah, I'm beginning to realize that it does;, but I don't think it's because I'm a submissive masochist." I paused for a moment to think and then I said; "Yesterday the two of you told me that it's inevitable that Jeanne is going to meet men who are better at fucking than I am. Not because I'm inadequate; but because there are men out there who are outstanding sex partners."

Amy and Mel both nodded. Mel said, "That's right."

"We've already established that I'm a voyeur. Watching videos, looking at pictures, reading stories, hearing about sexual encounters; all of it excites me. I do like to participate, but I have to admit that I enjoy being a spectator almost as much."

Mel said, "You're telling us that knowing that other men are fucking your wife is almost as exciting for you as fucking her yourself."

Sighing, I said; "I guess that's true and if that makes me a pervert, well so be it."

Smiling, Amy said; "Honey we're all perverts. Even the uptight prudes who try to squash their sexual desires so they can live by some weirdly rigid standard of behavior are perverts."

Mel nodded. "Denying your sexual desires might be the greatest perversion of them all."

Shaking her head, Amy said; "No that title goes to the macho men, the pathetic dick heads who try to destroy the women they love because in a moment of weakness those poor women gave in to their desires and insecurities and had sex with another man. Those sorry sad sacks are the greatest perverts of them all."

Quietly, Mel said; "So many people mistake fidelity for love."

Amy looked at me. "Jeanne loves you. You know that, don't you."

"Yeah I do. For awhile I had my doubts, but she convinced me in San Francisco. I think that's the main reamister I'd like her to experience some guys who are really good in bed."

Mel said; "You mean because she loves you and you love her?"

"That's right. Because we love each other I want Jeanne to be able to enjoy that pleasure."

With a knowing expression Amy said; "But because you're a voyeur you'll enjoy it too."

Laughing, I said; "Yeah, I admit it, I will."

The three of us smiled at each other for a moment and then Mel said; "So back to Ruth and David. David is encouraging Ruth to get together with her old boyfriend. She'd clearly like to do that, but she's worried that the reality might be hard for David to accept and she doesn't want to do anything that might hurt him."

Amy said; "Sometimes fantasies are better left as fantasies. Once Ruth parties with Nick it's done. I can't be changed."

"I agree. Imagining it and actually seeing it or even knowing that it's really happening are entirely different situations. I'm reamisterably certain that when I get home Jeanne will have a boyfriend. She's going to want to continue seeing him. While I admit the idea does arouse me, the first time she has a date will be difficult. I'll watch her get dressed. She'll be excited and trying to look her best. That alone will be challenging. I'm sure he'll pick her up at the house. We've both agreed that she doesn't need to try to hide her lifestyle from the neighbors."

Mel asked, "Will he come into the house?"

"There isn't any reamister that he shouldn't. I'll be fully aware of what's happening. I'm sure that Jeanne will have explained to him that they don't have to hide their relationship from me."

Amy said, "There isn't any reamister that they should have to hide their affair from you. They're just having fun."

Smiling, I said; "You have to keep reminding me of that."

Mel said; "Don't worry, we will."

I nodded my thanks and then I continued. "When he comes into the house Jeanne will probably kiss him and when they leave he'll have is arm around her. That will also be difficult. After dinner they'll come back to the house. I think that will be the hardest part of all. They'll have had a cocktail and a glass or two of wine with their dinner so they'll be relaxed and uninhibited. I'll be in the den watching television. Before they retire to Jeanne's play room I'm sure they come into the den and greet me. Anticipating the fun they're going to have, they'll be playful and giggling. They'll have their arms around each other. Jeanne's lipstick will be smeared from making out in the car. Her blouse might even be unbuttoned. Her boyfriend will probably have a noticeable erection."

Amy said, "It sounds exciting, but I'm sure that seeing that for the first time will be difficult."

Mel asked, "Will Jeanne invite you into the playroom to watch?"

"Maybe eventually, but not at first. I suspect that both Jeanne and her boyfriend will need time to adapt to my presence at home."

Mel nodded. "And you'll need a some time too."

"Yes I will. While I did see Jeanne with Derek Fischer that was an entirely different situation. That Saturday morning I was an irate husband. When I get home I'll be Jeanne's cuckold husband."

Amy asked. "Does that title bother you?"

"Sometimes, but sometimes it excites me too."

Smiling, Mel said; "You're making progress."

"I am. Meeting the two of you was an incredible stroke of good luck. I can't begin to describe how much you're helping me."

Amy said; "Believe me, we're enjoying your company just as much as you're enjoying ours."

The three of us held up our Manhattans. Amy said, "To our friendship." We each took a sip.

As we set our glasses down Mel said; "Despite the progress you and Jeanne made last weekend in San Francisco you're still worried about what's going to happen when you're confronted with the physical reality of being her cuckold husband."

"Yes, that's one of several reamisters that I'm still adhering to my plan to stay away for an entire year. I need time to get used to this situation."

Nodding, Amy said; "And so you're current experience makes you worried that David might have a similar reaction if Ruth really does start dating Nick Granger."

"That's right."

Mel said, "There are differences in your situations. Ruth and David developed this fantasy together. Jeanne dropped it on you out of the blue."

"That's true."

Amy said, "Sometimes you just have to take a risk and act. In Wisconsin we used to say that eventually you have to fish or cut your bait."

"While I agree with that too, we are talking about a radical change. Another man, a man who's better endowed and a more s*******ful lover than David, will be fucking Ruth. Ruth also has an emotional history with this man."

Mel pointed out, "But she did leave Nick for David. That says a lot."

"It does, but I think it might still be difficult for David."

Amy said; "It's clear that both of them want to try. Sometimes you just have to take a chance. That's really what Jeanne did with you and while it's taking time, it is working out."

"I agree with everything you just said, even the comparimister to what Jeanne did with me." I paused to think.

Amy and Mel both watched me.


After a moment I said, "Jeanne and I both agree that it would have been better if she'd initially taken things a little slower with me. That said, I do agree that eventually a couple interested in trying the cuckold lifestyle have to as you put it, fish or cut bait."

Mel said, "So you agree, Ruth should call Nick Granger."

"Eventually, but not right away. I think there's an interim step they can take. It would serve as kind of a test for both of them."

Sitting up, Amy asked; "What is it?"

"In several of the cuckold stories I've read the husband and wife go to a pick up bar, but they don't come in together and they don't sit together. The husband generally sits at the bar and the wife sits by herself at a table. Of course the men who are in the bar looking for a little fun immediately start hitting on the wife. She picks out a man who appeals to her and they start dancing and flirting while the husband watches from his bar stool."

"I'll bet you'd enjoy doing that with Jeanne, wouldn't you." Amy was grinning at me.

Laughing, I said; "Yeah, I have to admit that I would."

Trying to keep us on track, Mel said; "Go on, what happens next?"

"The wife generally tells her suitor that her husband is at a late meeting and while he's out she wants to have a little fun. They continue flirting and dancing. Eventually they move to a dark corner of the bar and do a little kissing and touching. As things start to heat up the husband takes out his cell phone, calls his wife and tells her that his meeting ended early and he's on his way home. After quickly explaining the situation to her suitor the wife hurries out of the bar in a pretend effort to get home before her husband."

Mel smiled. "And the excited husband waits for a moment and then he follows his wife out of the bar. They meet at the car and go home for some very hot sex. I love this little scenario and I think it's a wonderful idea for Ruth and David. It seems like the perfect way for them to get a sample of what the cuckold hotwife lifestyle might really be like."

"Michael, does Ruth know about the bar where Jeanne goes to meet..." Amy stopped and shook her head. "Of course she does. You told us that Ruth and Jeanne are good friends. Oh my god! you're planning to ask Jeanne to take them there, aren't you."

"That is my idea."

Mel clapped her hands together. "I love this plan. Do you think Ruth will go out to the parking lot with a guy?"

"I hope not. On their first visit I think a little flirting, kissing and touching will be enough."

Mel considered that for a moment and then she said; "You're absolutely right. A little flirting, some cheek to cheek dancing and a hot makeout session in a back booth will be the perfect introduction the cuckold hotwife lifestyle."

Giggling, Amy said; "But we're all hoping that David and Ruth will decide to make a second visit to the bar and if they do a trip to the parking lot will definitely be in order."

Mel looked at me. "Michael, when you finally get home would you like to go that bar with Jeanne?"

"Yeah, I think I would. It really does seem like a gentle introduction to life as a cuckold."

Amy said; "I wish there was a bar like that in Tucmister."

Mel stared at her for a moment and then shaking her head, she said; "Amy you're a working girl, you suck a dozen cocks a week."

"I know that, but we could still pretend."

"Okay, one of us could play Michael's wife, pick up a guy and give him a freebie blow job. What's the other one going to do?"

"If I'm sitting with Michael I'll make up dirty stories while we watch you flirt and make out with your stud."

Grinning, Mel said; "That does sound like fun. There has to be a bar like that somewhere in Tucmister. Let's ask around at the club tomorrow."

Laughing, I said; "Do you two really want to do this?"

They both vigorously nodded. Amy said; "Don't you think it sounds like fun?"

"Yes I do, but it seems to me that it's an awful lot like an evening at work for you two."

Mel and Amy both shrugged. Realizing that they were just trying to be nice to me I said; "Do you know what would be just as much fun for me?"

Amy asked, "What?"

"Going to the club with you and sitting at the bar watching while you dance on the stage and give other men lap dances."

Grinning, Mel said; "That would be fun."

Amy nodded. "I agree and it would be easy to do too."

Mel added; "And when you go to the club with us you'll be part of the family. You'll be treated very well. Would you like to go with us tomorrow?"

"I would love to go tomorrow."

Mel said; "Then that's the plan. Now, back to Ruth and David. You're idea is a good one. Are you going to email Ruth?"

"I think I should talk to Jeanne first. I need to call her anyway. I haven't talked to her since I dropped her off at the San Francisco Airport."

Amy asked, "Are you going to tell her about us?"

"I can't think of any reamister that I shouldn't."

Mel smiled. "This should be an interesting conversation. When are you going to call Jeanne?"

"Right after we have dinner. She'll be finished with her own dinner and sitting down to watch television. It will be a good time to have a relaxed conversation."

Amy stood up. "Mel, I think it's time to start dinner. Let's bring our takes into the kitchen."

As Mel stood up she said, "Amy, I think that's an excellent idea."

I picked up my cocktail. As I followed my two friends into the kitchen I wondered how Jeanne would react when I told her where I was staying and who I was staying with.

GH,
Nice to get back to this wonderful story. I'm sure you have thought a lot about what Michael will say to Jeanne and I don't want to influence you in any way. I am looking forward to reading it though. It's a crucial milestone in his time away. One of a few I suspect (and hope). Great story still my friend. Hope the steering committee is enjoying it as much as you are!